Chapter 358: Magnetic Field Rotation! We

The weakness is the back of the neck?

On the battlefield, the expressions of the players and martial artists flickered with surprise.

Watching the giant whose hands they had painstakingly chopped off, they saw it now regenerate endlessly under bursts of steam, instantly rejoining the slaughter.

The primordial giant’s skinless face twisted into a ferocious grin as its hands regrew.

With its towering frame, it bent down, seized a massive boulder, crushed it, wrapped it in its mind-image, and hurled it violently toward the surrounding players.

Amid screams, another hundred players were forced to respawn.

Seeing the relentless player casualties, the martial artist immediately flipped through the manga at top speed.

After devouring the first ten pages in seconds, he transmitted the manga’s memories en masse to other martial artists via his mind-image.

The next moment, the martial artists’ eyes lit with understanding; they seized various weapons and surged behind the giant, preparing to sever its nape.

But just as this plan began to take shape, another scream erupted from the side:

“Intelligence Team, what’s the weakness of this guy named Tang San with the blue hair?”

“Yeah, these guys die and still scream ‘Revive my beloved!’ while reappearing on the battlefield.”

“Hurry up and find Tang San’s weakness—we can wipe out a hundred thousand Tangsans at once!”

…

Hearing the constant roars around him, Ye Lingyu reopened Baidu and searched for information on Tang San.

But soon his face turned utterly pale: “No weakness! This Tang San has no weakness at all.”

“AI says Tang San is the most monstrous character ever created by online novelists, topping the list of debut protagonists, crushing Fang Yuan and Xu Fengnian.”

“This guy is ruthless, holds grudges to the extreme, a fusion of protagonist and antagonist—with zero psychological vulnerabilities. Players who possess Tang San’s memories have infinite life!”

“Even if you kill his lover and master to threaten him, it won’t stop him. Netizens even use ‘Little Tang San’ to praise dedicated villains.”

“You can only crush these Tangsans with pure force—psychological attacks have zero effect.”

With Ye Lingyu’s words, the martial artists on the battlefield grew grim.

These hundred thousand Tangsans were terrifying—unkillable, endlessly respawning, like indestructible chewing gum.

They were literally the ultimate origin!

As the slaughter continued, Tang San, using player bodies to fight, soon saw some of his levels and power climb steadily.

When another player was sliced in half, a flash of golden light surged—the Tang San within leapt directly to Second Transformation!

Feeling his power surge, that Tang San exulted: “I am the true Tang San!”

But before he could rejoice long, a streak of crimson light flashed—and everything within a kilometer turned to ash.

A Third Transformation martial artist, wielding a blood-red greatsword, stared coldly: “He has no psychological flaw? Fine. Pure force alone can destroy him.”

“Since you cannot be killed, I’ll cut you down from the path to heaven itself.”

As he raised his blade to slaughter again, an invisible ripple swept from afar, freezing all of space and time.

【ZA WARUDO—】

Instantly, falling raindrops, splattering blood, swirling dust, spinning mind-images…

Within ten thousand li, everything was suspended in temporal stasis.

A white male with golden hair, a muscular frame, and a six-pointed star carved into his nape floated in this silent, frozen world.

Behind him loomed a statue of a war god, wrapped in an oppressive aura of golden armor interwoven with dark bodysuits; his oxygen tank and tubes refracted a bloodthirsty gleam under metallic light.

His inheritance is called 【World】—it freezes molecules and atoms within ten thousand li, imprisoning all thought.

To forge this ability, the Lazy King burned all his inner light and then used Fang Can’s Qiankun Dayi Teleportation Seventh Layer to simulate a Stand.

“One second has passed!”

DIO smiled, approaching the three Fourth Transformations before him, his gaze locking onto Ye Hao in the center.

“Two seconds have passed!”

DIO’s arm shot forward like a blade toward Ye Hao’s neck—then rang out with a metallic *clang*.

Having seen JoJo’s situation, the few Fourth Transformations who came to oppose DIO had prepared.

Ye Hao’s inheritance, 【Material Solidification】, froze time across his skin’s surface—even spatial cuts could not break it, making it perfect for direct confrontation with time stop.

The other two Lunhuizhe each possessed unique abilities, allowing them to survive within the time stop.

They waited only for the seven seconds to end, then unleashed their most terrifying assault.

In the frozen time, Ye Hao and the other two could barely transcend their minds to think.

Feeling time slip away second by second, Ye Hao’s eyes blazed with murderous intent: “DIO, you’re dead.”

…

On the northern battlefield, Porus let out an ecstatic roar.

With no mechanics, he fought hand-to-hand against three body-type martial artists, relying purely on Jizhi physicality.

The cultivation method he now practiced was modified by Fang Can from the Seven Sins Demon Scripture—his strength grew the more he fought.

After transforming this martial artist into Porus, his inheritance was changed to 【Magnetic Field Rotation】!

The effect: stimulating cells with electric currents to maximize physical attributes.

Discarding mechanics, he piled every stat into strength, speed, defense, mind-image, and recovery—breaking skill with raw power.

This synergy between method and inheritance suited Porus’s battle-frenzy nature perfectly—he grew stronger the longer he fought!

“This is how it should be! This is how it must be!”

“Clones, cyborgs—I don’t care. Only battle is real!”

“No need for overthinking—let my fists speak my will!”

“Let one of us die in this furious clash!”

“Magnetic Field Rotation—100,000 horsepower! Eat my Pegasus Meteor Fist!”

…

Porus roared with exhilaration, fully immersed in battle.

Unlike his wild excitement, the three martial artists remained calm, defending Porus’s strikes with surgical precision.

Under their triple assault, Porus’s wounds slowly multiplied.

Though his attacks grew fiercer the longer the fight dragged on, every surge was within the martial artists’ predictions.

In an instant, they devised targeted strategies based on their deep knowledge of each character.

Across four battlefields, the tide of victory began to tilt slightly against Fang Can’s side.

Feeling the scales of victory slowly tipping, the martial artists on all four fronts felt joy surge within them:

“We’re going to win!”

(End of Chapter)