Chapter 439: You Can Use Demon Magic?! The Loser Might Not Be Me!

Southern City District 236 Military Camp.

Lin Yang and his party arrived at the Junying gate without obstruction.

Looking at the concentric, heavily fortified barbed‑wire fences and watchtowers, his gaze was solemn.

"Strange, where are the Warlord's men?" Zhao Xian, seeing no one around, couldn't help but wonder.

Logically, the Junying should have sentries on watch twenty‑four hours a day.

After all, it's a strategic military site; it cannot allow outsiders to approach.

But what they saw was not so; there was not a single person at the gate, and the view was an empty void, not even a tent with anyone inside.

"This is abnormal; caution is paramount," Lin Yang whispered, lowering his voice.

"Could they have sent people to suppress a riot?" Zhao Xian voiced his thought.

"They couldn't be faster than us; we set out as soon as the riot began, and by the timeline, the Warlord could have only just received the news at most."

"They still need to draft orders, and it would take some time for them to reach the Junying," Lin Yang said.

"That makes it even stranger; even during a drill they wouldn't leave the camp empty," Zhao Xian's eyes grew more puzzled.

Anyone with eyes could sense something amiss; there must be deception inside.

Lin Yang didn't think the Warlord was staging an empty‑city ruse; the tents held many weapons and gear, and they weren't bold enough to gamble with armaments.

"What now? Enter or not?" Zhao Xian asked.

"The leader's original words were to stop the Warlord's outcome, but now that we haven't seen anyone, breaching the Junying loses its purpose," Lin Yang said.

"If we can't see them, then set it ablaze and see if they can endure!" Zhao Xian's temper flared.

"Good idea." Lin Yang's mouth twitched.

If there's deception inside, a fire would force them out.

But if truly no one is inside, the fire would still give the Warlord a harsh slap.

In this conflict, someone must always be the Vanguard.

Soon, the Weiwu Hall members fetched Gasoline and, standing before the barbed wire, poured it inside.

Lin Yang struck a match and casually tossed it in.

Boom!

Flames rose like a ferocious beast, and the scorching heat instantly melted the snow on the tents into water.

The fire spread extremely fast; within minutes it covered everywhere.

Seeing no one emerge from the Junying, Lin Yang waved his hand, "Let's go to the next Junying!"

Soon after, they arrived at Military Camp.

It was the same here—completely empty.

Lin Yang reused the old trick, staging another 'fire‑burning tent'.

After confirming the fire was uncontrollable, they set out for the next location.

After visiting several Junying in succession, he found the result remained the same.

This inevitably made him wary.

"Where have the Warlord's men gone?"

"Yang Ge, the Gasoline has been poured," a Little Brother reported.

"All burned."

"Yes!"

Lin Yang handed the match to the Little Brother, propping his chin and pondering.

What they witnessed today was truly bizarre, extremely irrational.

Perhaps even Su Yang hadn't anticipated the Warlord would stage such a thing.

However, just as he was pondering, a sudden explosion sounded behind him.

Boom!

The group whirled around, seeing the brother who had gone forward to ignite instantly blown apart, limbs scattering, dead on the spot!

"Landmine?!" Lin Yang sprang up, a deep shock flashing in his eyes.

Had he not spontaneously decided to let the Little Brother set the fire,

the dead would have been him!

"The Warlord has gone mad, planting landmines at his own doorstep?" Zhao Xian exclaimed, horrified.

"Clearly, this is meant specifically to stop us," Lin Yang scanned the surroundings.

At that moment, the ground trembled slightly.

Soon, several Armored Vehicles and Troop Transport Vehicles surged in from all directions.

A dense mass of soldiers surrounded Lin Yang and the others.

Each held an Automatic Rifle, wore Yellow Camouflage Uniform, and were well‑equipped.

Rumble…

The booming sound rang again, and under the startled gazes, a Tank slowly drove out of the Junying.

Moments later, the Tank halted before them, its hatch opened, and a figure leapt out.

"What a Six‑Heaven Society, daring to assault a Junying, sheer audacity!" the middle‑aged officer said coldly.

"All soldiers, obey the order, eliminate the reactionary elements!"

Just as the soldiers pulled the triggers, Lin Yang stomped his foot hard.

Gravity!

In an instant, soldiers within a radius of Five Hundred meters suddenly felt a terrifying pressure.

His body suddenly sank, collapsing to the ground, and the Automatic Rifle in his hand was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, hard to lift.

"So you were waiting for us here, and even deployed a Tank? Someone must be pulling the strings behind this," Lin Yang sneered.

"You can use demonic arts?!" the officer perched on the Tank was extremely shocked.

Not only him, but even Zhao Xian beside him and the whole group of brothers were startled.

How could they have imagined that the always loyal, righteous, and honest Lin Yang possessed such terrifying ability?

The profoundly mysterious power transcended the mundane.

The Little Brother standing beside Lin Yang was stunned, "Yang… Yang Ge, are you a Divine immortal?"

"Not a Divine immortal; at best I'm just a mortal who knows a bit of the world's rules," Lin Yang said, hands behind his back.

Feeling the admiring gazes of the surrounding Little Brothers, Lin Yang couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from lifting.

This feeling of showing off one's saintliness in front of others is truly exhilarating!

No wonder Su Yang always likes to analyze the situation in front of them, making himself look impressive.

So that's the taste.

No objections~

"Incredible, just stamping your foot makes everyone kneel, even the Warlord is no different," a Little Brother exclaimed excitedly.

Originally they were still immersed in the sorrowful atmosphere of a brother being blown up by a Landmine.

On top of that, the Warlord suddenly charged out, sending a Tank—such a massive steel Fierce Beast—filling their hearts with despair.

But in the next second the situation changed dramatically.

Suddenly shifting from passive to active!

"Yang Ge, later teach me, how do you use this?" someone said.

"We'll talk about idle matters later; first handle what's in front of us," Lin Yang said, floating calmly without losing his head.

He knew well that popping champagne in the first half of a battlefield is a grave taboo!

Yet as he walked toward the officer, the latter hoarsely shouted, "Open fire!"

Lin Yang's steps halted, his gaze suddenly fixed on the rooftop of a distant building.

"Whoosh—"

A Cannonball trailing a long smoke suddenly arced from the sky in a parabola.

"Mortar?!" Lin Yang's face changed dramatically; instinctively he tried to focus Gravity on the Cannonball.

But when he attempted it, he realized his Gravity Talent cannot affect the air!

Precisely, beyond ten meters in height he has no way to act!

Once the Cannonball enters the controllable range, adding Gravity only makes it accelerate its descent.

The power generated after a high‑speed Cannonball hits the ground… unimaginable!

"Die, brats of the Six Harmonies Society!" the officer sneered.

Just as people were in utter despair, the Cannonball, under everyone's eyes, reversed direction, pointing straight toward the launch direction.

"What?!" the officer exclaimed in shock.

"Boom—"

The building collapsed with a thunderous crash, and a mushroom cloud rose slowly…

Seeing this, the whole venue fell silent.

Lin Yang was completely stunned; it was his first time seeing a Cannonball that could bend.

"What are you standing still for? Hurry and silence them!"

At that moment, Lin Yang turned his head and saw a tall Qianying gracefully walking toward him.

In that instant, he briefly felt an impulse to offer himself entirely.

"Yin Yun! Why did you come?"

"Huang Hua deduced the Warlord's plot and specially dispatched me to save the scene," Yin Yun explained.

"Gorgeous lady, you arrived just in time," Lin Yang laughed out loud.

"Su Yang?"

"Went to cut people."

…

Kaiyang Street.

Su Yang watched the mushroom cloud rise, smiled faintly, "This gamble…"

"The loser might not be me."