Chapter 77: Devil! He Is a Devil!

Su Ming felt his singing was pretty good.

But to the ears of these desperados,

it was more nauseating than a ghost's wail!

"Fuck! Sing your damn song! Bring it on! Cut him down!"

"What are you standing still for! Use your power!"

There was nowhere to run.

Outside the Gate was a pouring rain curtain; inside the Gate were death‑seeking specters.

Only a desperate gamble, dying to live!

"Roar!!!"

The scar‑faced leader's eyes glowed blood‑red, he bit his own tongue, madness flashing in his gaze.

He thrust both palms together forcefully and slammed them onto the ground.

"Get up for me!!!"

A hysterical roar.

"Solid Rock Barrier" brazenly activated!

Boom—!

A half‑meter‑thick earthen wall laced with rebar and cement rose from the ground, blocking Su Ming solidly.

"Huff… huff…"

The scar‑faced man gasped heavily, a grimace appearing on his face.

It's done!

This is a green‑quality ability!

The kind that can even stop bullets!

If we can stall a bit, the brothers can regroup…

We'll chop this pretentious scum into minced meat!

However.

Behind the earthen wall.

Su Ming's gaze beneath his mask showed not a ripple of emotion.

His left hand kept the umbrella‑holding stance unchanged the whole time.

Facing the mountain‑heavy wall, he simply raised his right fist casually.

Then, a punch thundered out.

No technique.

No flourish.

Pure power!

"Boom!!!"

The indestructible earthen wall shattered instantly, not even a breath could hold it.

Shards of stone and dust swirled, carried by a fierce wind, blasting outward in all directions!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Several burly men, not even managing a scream, became riddled, blood‑soaked flesh sieves.

But in the scar‑faced man's eyes…

What he saw was not a fist at all.

It was clearly a meteor from the heavens!

It shattered his barrier, shattered his defense.

And… it shattered his last hope.

Bang—!

His skull was pierced by a punch, exploding on the spot!

"Ah—!!!"

Nearby, the thug who luckily evaded the flying debris saw the defense collapse completely.

He tossed the cleaver in his hand and bolted away like a frightened dog.

Su Ming didn't even glance at him.

His theatrical tone remained unhurried, perfectly timed.

"That Cao Cao, sitting in a small boat, fled in disgrace."

The moment the melody fell.

He twisted his wrist.

The ordinary Big Black Umbrella's curved handle traced a deadly arc in the air!

"Swish!"

The hook precisely snagged the thug's ankle.

Then, his arm yanked back sharply.

"Ah—!"

The thug screamed miserably as he was dragged back, crashing onto the cold cement and splashing a pool of blood.

Bang—!

A single kick, and silence!

Now, it was completely silent.

The remaining outlaws' pupils trembled violently.

"All or nothing! Kill him! Charge together!"

"Otherwise none of us will survive!"

The drive of survival ultimately overcame fear!

Blade flash!

Sword shadow!

Steel Pipe whooshes!

And it was at this very moment—

Su Ming's Overlord Helmet, its dark‑gold ferocious beast pattern, suddenly flared up.

The "Desperate Battle" passive triggered!

Facing the siege, his intimidation doubled.

Damage and mitigation surged wildly!

At the same time, the Lingren Score on his face, the resentful spirit beneath the red‑white paint, howled madly.

Pure Deterrent Heart!

The closer they got, the colder it felt, the stiffer their movements!

What they faced was not an enemy…

But a king whose very sight demanded submission!

Su Ming propped the ordinary Big Black Umbrella with his left hand, strolling leisurely amid the flashes of blades.

His right hand swung the Soul Dagger with a unique rhythm.

Whether thrust, stab, slash, or hook, each was a killing move!

"One breath, Crescent Blade, Blade Azure Dragon, Dragon Swallows Mouth!"

When Su Ming sang to this point, a hint of madness curled at the corner of his masked mouth.

He actually stopped dodging.

He let several sharp cleavers hack fiercely into his own body.

Clang—!

Clang‑clang—!

Gold and iron clanged together, sparks flying in all directions.

They were unexpectedly repelled by the backlash force.

A few people's throats cracked, their scalp tingling.

Not a hair was harmed?!

This…

Is this really a human?!

However.

This question was destined to remain incomprehensible to them, their consciousness fading.

That silhouette still roamed.

Kill one, step forward.

Another step.

He carved a blood‑stained path to the second floor!

He stepped onto the stairs.

At the stairwell, more than ten people had already formed a tight formation.

Leading them was a bald, hulking man with a majestic aura.

On both arms he wore metal gauntlets that glimmered with eerie blue light.

"Excellent" quality, "Bursting Iron Fist"!

The bald strong man watched Su Ming's strange scene of holding the umbrella and sword while climbing the stairs, and a chill rose within him.

"You mother—... what the hell are you!"

He roared, fierce outward but cowardly inside.

"Stop! One more step forward, and I'll blast you to pieces!"

Su Ming ignored him.

His footsteps never ceased.

His theatrical tone remained.

Seeing this, the bald strong man's eyes flashed ferociously; he let out a roar and thrust his right fist out violently!

"Die for me!"

A scarlet fireball, wrapped in scorching air, whistled toward Su Ming's face!

He didn't dodge?!

Excitement lit his face, as if he already envisioned this thing turned to charcoal by his blast!

But…

The fireball oddly arced, grazing the edge of Su Ming's mask before looping around!

It slammed directly onto the chest of the man standing beside him!

"Ah!"

That guy let out a wail as he was blown away, his chest blackened and charred, and died on the spot.

Sss?!

The sudden turn of events left everyone, including the bald strongman, completely stunned!

This... how could it be?!

No one noticed the fleeting glimmer at Su Ming's throat.

Evil Water, drawn eastward!

It was that moment of bewilderment.

Su Ming had already crossed the last few steps and appeared before the bald strongman.

Take the bandit leaders, one by one, slay them all… eradicate!

The operatic chant fell.

The bald strongman's head shot upward!

The main pillar was slain in an instant!

The remaining bandits on the second floor completely collapsed.

"Devil! He's a devil!"

They cried and shrieked, like headless flies, scattering in all directions.

Despair—so utterly hopeless!

Yet Su Ming's expression beneath his mask remained unchanged.

The Soul Dagger transformed into the Judge's brush, wildly splashing the ink of death across the terrified crowd!

These steps are the movements of a martial role in Peking opera.

Grand opening and closing, twisting and turning within a breath's span!

"When this feast ends, everyone returns to their manor!"

"No future meetings!!!"

The operatic chant ended.

The entire second floor fell completely silent.

Not a single living soul.

Su Ming looked up, gazing toward the pitch‑black stairwell leading to the third floor.

The aura above…

Finally, it's not the same!

Su Ming raised his hand, straightened the Overlord Helmet's plume, pointed far ahead, and let the operatic chant ring out with a clang.

"I face this solo duel without any fear!"

"We must force these hidden demons to reveal the Clown!"