Chapter 382: You Idiot, You've Fallen for It

Yu Liancheng reached out and grabbed at the mist avatar, his claw technique covering the heavens and earth, filling the space for dozens of yards; the air was compressed as if it were solid, and he had no fear that the opponent might escape.

"Little brother, you are truly impatient."

The mist avatar chuckled, its form remaining motionless, and the mist was instantly scattered by the claw technique, yet a strand of psychic energy was gripped by his palm.

"Was this left here on purpose? I would like to see what your true objective is."

Yu Liancheng's mind stirred, and he cast his consciousness into this strand of psychic energy.

In an instant, his consciousness soared, as if he had transformed into a mythical giant bird, heading straight into the clouds of the nine heavens. He flew over Qinglong Island, flew over Long Island City, flew over New York... flew over countless scenes, and finally arrived in a forest.

And in this mountain forest, a patch of mist rose up as well.

The psychic energy suddenly collapsed, and the scene shattered like a reflection in a mirror or the moon in the water.

"What does that old man mean? Could it be that he wants me to go there?"

Yu Liancheng opened his eyes, a look of doubt appearing on his face, yet that sense of impending danger in his heart emerged once again.

But this warning was still very faint, not intense, and even felt almost non-existent. If one did not look carefully, it would be absolutely impossible to detect.

"If it is only this level of warning, it does not seem worthy of the trap set by the Old Beggar."

Yu Liancheng closed his eyes, his mind sinking into stillness, and his sleeves flicked, stirring up a gust of wind; the black and white pieces on the Chessboard floated up, arranging themselves in mid-air in layers, and then began to rotate according to a peculiar trajectory.

He had traveled through many worlds and read extensively. He had also held candlelit conversations with experts skilled in divination like Wuchen Gongzi and Yuantiangang. Coupled with his own profound cultivation and his communion with heaven and earth, he was quite proficient in the art of deduction.

It was just that he was accustomed to suppressing others with force, using his formidable and profound cultivation to crush everything, so he rarely used this technique.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, dozens of chess pieces were crushed by an invisible force, turning into a cloud of powder that drifted away in all directions, leaving only one black and one white piece to fall down, spinning on the Chessboard in a way that defied the rules, as if they would never stop.

"So it was to obscure the heavenly secrets, no wonder..." Yu Liancheng opened his eyes and looked at the two incessantly spinning chess pieces, a cold sneer curling his lips: "But I would like to see just how much of a threat you can really pose to me..."

After speaking, he stood up: "Yunluo, I have something to take care of."

"Be careful."

A figure traveled through the air, riding the wind and thunder, his form shifting between reality and illusion, like light and electricity, moving forward with a transcendent posture and stirring up the air currents across the sky.

"Arrived!"

Yu Liancheng's speed was unimaginably fast; in a mere half-day, he had traveled nearly ten thousand miles and arrived at a place with lush vegetation.

"This is the place."

Yu Liancheng drifted down from the sky and cast his gaze toward a spot; it was the place indicated by the Old Beggar's psychic energy. A mist steamed upward, and the form of the Old Beggar Hongriqing condensed once again, smiling: "You really came."

"Indeed, I have come, but this is yet another avatar of yours," Yu Liancheng said coldly.

The Old Beggar smiled: "I know you have many doubts, and I know you want to have a fight with me to determine who is superior. On the fifteenth of September, we shall meet at the Bai Gong; at that time, the Old Beggar will certainly satisfy your request."

The Old Beggar's form gradually dissipated, his face wearing a smile as the mist flowed away: "Of course, the premise is that you do not die here; enjoy this feast well."

When the final word "well" fell, the Old Beggar had already vanished.

Yu Liancheng looked toward the horizon, where missiles were already being precisely launched toward his direction, and he could not help but sigh lightly.

"These boring toys again."

Boom!!

A mushroom cloud exploded, the thunderous roar breaking the tranquility of this area, earth and stone splashing, smoke and dust shooting into the sky.

Before the scorching heat wave from this missile had dissipated, more missiles were precisely bombed over.

Boom!

Boom-boom!

The air instantly turned into a surging, rolling tide, and the sky and earth were filled with thunderous sounds.

A hurricane raged, countless trees and stones were lifted into the sky and ground into powder, scattering down onto the earth. This caused the area to be filled with smoke and dust, almost turning into chaos, with a momentum that shook the heavens and earth.

The explosions continued incessantly, with rolling heat waves. The U. S. military occupied several high points, forming a perimeter and launching the most violent and dense bombardment.

Several miles away, General Bu En raised his binoculars and looked at the rolling explosions in the distance, his expression cold and his killing intent fully revealed: "No matter how high his martial arts are, today he must be killed here."

Over a hundred shells exploded continuously within a few short minutes; such a fierce and violent offensive would have leveled even a high mountain to the ground.

It was not just the explosions; as the shells burst, some spewed out streams of colorful gases with extremely strong corrosiveness, causing the air to hiss.

Some shells erupted with flames that splashed in all directions, causing the temperature in that area to rise sharply, melting even the stones.

Still other shells blasted out hundreds of steel balls, which struck like a downpour, piercing through the void.

These shells were the most advanced weapons, many of which were specifically designed to deal with martial artists, and their lethality was staggering.

"Even if Yu Liancheng can survive the missile bombardment, he will be severely injured, and that will be the time of his death." General Bu En looked back and nodded slightly.

In the mountain forest behind him, hundreds of experts were hidden, coming from all over the world; any one of them had the strength to take on a hundred, and there were even many super-powered individuals among them.

Under such a massive force, would it not be easy to kill someone who was severely injured?

The bombardment lasted for a full ten minutes before it finally stopped. Everyone's expression became solemn, and their gazes were cast toward the center of the bombing.

The ground looked as if a layer had been shaved off, and it was pitted with countless craters; flames and toxic gases were still flickering, as if it had suffered an unimaginable natural disaster.

"He really didn't die."

A figure appeared amidst the toxic gas and flames, but he was already covered in wounds, half-kneeling on the ground, using his hands to support his body; there was not a single piece of good flesh on him, and his aura was withered to the extreme.

"Good, just as expected."

General Bu En felt a surge of excitement in his heart, suppressing his exhilaration as he was about to launch another offensive, when he saw Yu Liancheng suddenly look up, grin, and raise his middle finger, his lips moving; based on the shape of his mouth, one could vaguely discern what he was saying.

"You idiot, you've fallen for it."

Then this figure collapsed with a bang, drifting away like an air current.

"No, this is just an avatar." In that instant, General Bu En broke out in a cold sweat, his whole body turning icy, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"This is an avatar, then where is his true body?"