Chapter 235: 241. Chapter 241: One Strike Shatters the New Order

241. Chapter 241: One Strike Shatters the New Order

True Heaven‑Toppling Disaster!

The howling sound rose, and only then did Tieta Manghan realize the deadly attack came from high above.

Moreover, the attack's range was extremely wide, enveloping the entire valley where the unit was located.

"Quick, hold on, everyone hold on together!"

At the critical moment, Tieta Manghan played a little trick and shouted loudly like that.

Instead of honestly telling his teammates, this attack had locked onto him.

Others could have taken this time before the attack arrived to make an emergency evasion, without having to stay and wait to die.

But he felt he could not hold up alone, and the idea that came to mind was to shout for more people to hold up together.

Even if they had to die, they had to die together.

The witch squad captain of the Blaze and Metal Trading Company team was by no means a person without principles.

Originally, she already disliked how Weina Mosini had forced the Tieta Manghan into her squad, and she looked down on his lack of dignity, his fawning over Weina.

How could it be that whatever Tieta Manghan said, she would just do it?

Moreover, did she not even know what kind of person Tieta Manghan was?

If there was an easy task, she'd rush to take it; if there was a bad job, she'd be the first to pull out.

In a life‑or‑death crisis like this, Tieta Manghan's instinctive reaction would definitely be to flee posthaste.

Rather than now, putting on a stance of all‑out defense, vowing not to retreat, a fearless posture.

Surely something had changed, preventing him from withdrawing.

So……

"Withdraw fast, fast!"

The witch squad captain didn't even glance at Tieta Manghan, not even bothering to conceal her movements, she directly pulled out a truck‑style transport vehicle, enlarged it, opened the door, and climbed into the driver's seat.

Amid the roar of the engine, the remaining eight team members, just like the captain, didn't even look at Tieta Manghan, each leaping onto the truck bed.

Whoosh.

The truck suddenly accelerated to its top speed, speeding away from Tieta Manghan and away from this valley.

"Come back, you all come back!"

Tieta Manghan turned his head and shouted at the teammates speeding away, but all he got was a mouthful of dust, to no avail.

He wanted to flee, wanted to move, but dared not move.

Because any movement made his heart ache, as if it were about to explode.

This damned innate ability: danger foresight.

If it's danger foresight, it's danger foresight—why tie it to the heart?

Tieta Manghan gritted his teeth, beginning to hate the innate ability he once prided himself on.

Besides hatred, with his position firmly locked, all he could do now was keep stacking defenses.

Intercept in advance?

Intercept what?

He didn't even know where the enemy launched the attack, how it was launched, or what kind of attack it was.

All he knew was that he was about to be killed by some inexplicable attack that came out of nowhere!

"Damn it!"

When Tieta Manghan finally saw the attack clearly, it turned out to be a thick, long metal rod falling from the sky, and he couldn't help but shout a curse.

But if shouting curses were useful, what would we need magic for?

All of Tieta Manghan's defenses—shield and flesh—were as flimsy as a plastic film, pierced instantly by the thick, long metal rod.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before Tieta Manghan ceased to exist.

He rose by the rod and died by the rod—so at least he had a beginning and an end.

Thus his fate was fulfilled.

With a boom, a thunderous roar shook the heavens.

A ten‑ton‑heavy, thick and long metal rod, carrying extreme force, struck the valley floor.

The valley where Tieta Manghan was, the entire valley, underwent an instantaneous dramatic change in terrain.

As the sky‑filled dust settled, where was the valley left?

It had become a huge pit.

As for Tieta Manghan?

Not a trace of him remained; the whole person was driven deep underground by the ten‑ton metal rod.

Others fortunately escaped to the edge of the attack's shockwave, the truck overturned by the residual force.

Apart from minor skin abrasions, the witch squad captain and the eight team members who had cheated death crawled out of the overturned truck and all looked back toward the valley.

Their feelings were extremely complex.

There was joy at having survived, confusion for no reason, hatred toward Tieta Manghan for dragging them to die together, and deep fear.

Especially the witch squad captain.

At the start of entering the competition world, the witch squad captain was clearly told she was not allowed to use magical items exceeding the attack strength of a formal witch rank.

But look at that valley now—completely vanished, all traces erased.

And this doesn't even count as exceeding the attack strength of a formal witch rank?

If this is the regular attack style of that yet‑unseen assailant, then this competition—whether team or individual—is worthless!

"Captain… captain, what happened?"

A team member with a fractured right arm opened his bewildered eyes, his speech incoherent.

"Captain, this is an illusion, an illusion, right?"

Another team member, his forehead wrapped in a circle of special gauze that promotes external injury recovery, felt that his scalp wasn't torn but his brain had been smashed.

"Shut up!"

Seeing that another team member still wanted to speak, the witch team captain flew into a rage, shouting loudly, "If I knew what had happened, I wouldn't be standing here acting stupid like you all; I should have surrendered long ago, should have withdrawn from the competition long ago! Why suffer this ordeal? If it weren't for my quick escape, I'd have lost my life."

Too bad the witch team captain is wealthy and owns an airfield.

Even if she were furious and her chest heaved violently, it wouldn't be very noticeable.

This would not fully draw the team members' attention.

Thus, some team members remained dazed, muttering to themselves, or stared blankly while asking strange questions.

The witch team captain simply flipped the overturned truck upright, sat in the driver's seat, and hid alone in quiet.

In the Flame and Metal Trading Company, aside from Vena Mossoloni, that shameless slut who doesn't give a damn, where would you find a dainty, water-made girl?

They are all iron-forging tough women, their arms thick enough to uproot a weeping willow.

High above.

Lin Ke witnessed the effect of this strike and summarized its gains and losses.

After achieving all-element affinity, Lin Ke embarked on a unique wizard's path.

Existing wizardry certainly must be studied, but whether single-system or compound wizardry, it cannot fully exert the effect of all-element affinity.

Not even needing to exert all of it; even half would do.

Unfortunately, many wizardries cannot even exert half of it.

Therefore, Lin Ke must, like his self-created meditation method, tailor-make and create his own wizardry.

With the "Small World" in hand, as its World Lord, Lin Ke can freely simulate within it without fear of backlash from failure.

Thus, Lin Ke's imagination runs wild.

The earlier modified "Melting Ray" and the punch from above were both created in this way.

This attack method, developed from the concept of the space-based kinetic weapon "God's Rod," had previously been only a conjecture, only theoretically simulated, never tested in the "Small World," and today is still the first practical attempt.

Lin Ke naturally knows that the so-called "God's Rod" does not possess the destructive power comparable to a nuclear explosion as initially advertised.

But it is more than enough to deal with a first‑class wizard, even a body‑tempering wizard renowned for strong offense and high defense.

A ten‑ton ultra‑hard metal rod falling from ten‑kilometer altitude, accelerated by gravity capture, already generates terrifying kinetic energy on its own.

Moreover, Lin Ke added to the metal rod a strong thrust generated by a "Super Electromagnetic Cannon".

The two effects stacked, making the power even more terrifying.

In fact, a first‑class body‑tempering wizard cannot withstand it!

However, this strike's drawbacks are obvious: it creates a huge disturbance, is easily detected, and can easily be evaded by escaping the attack range.

To guarantee sufficient attack power, with Lin Ke's current mental strength he can lock onto only one target.

Even if his mental strength continues to grow, allowing him to lock onto multiple targets, it is still foreseeable that the number will not be large.

So, after thinking it over, Lin Ke felt it would be better to consign this technique to the wizardry library to gather dust.

Indeed, it is not very practical and cannot serve as a regular attack routine, except when a warship's main wizardry device like a Star‑Annihilating Cannon is unavailable, in which case it can be used as a temporary stopgap.

Just like just now.

The outside world.

In an opera‑house‑style building, inside the spectator room.

"Wo cao! Wo cao! Wo cao!"

The Shadow City captain, the cold‑hearted man, began spouting vulgarities again.

He stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at Shandora, shouting, "What the hell kind of monster is this? He's so fierce, do you yourselves know?"

Shandora pursed her lips and gave no response.

She doesn't know either!

The Three‑point Witch Vena Mossoloni sprayed orange flame from her palm, but there was no one for her to burn to vent her anger.

This made her ever more furious, she went berserk and shouted, "Enough! This lousy match is over! How can we continue? With what? Compare what? Compare whose death is more miserable? Ah!"

Shouting, Vena pointed successively at the Shadow City captain, the cold‑hearted man, and the White Tower Alliance captain, the "Scholar," and demanded, "What do you say? Is there any need to continue? Is it your Shadow City people who can resist a bit, or your White Tower Alliance people who can kill this little white face?"

The White Tower Alliance captain, the "Scholar," lazily ignored her, propping his chin with both hands, staring fixedly at the real‑time image of Linke Grand, his eyes glowing, his expression fervent.

As if beholding a rare treasure that struck exactly his fancy, he clicked his tongue in admiration, "Too perfect! Really too perfect! Physique, will, decisiveness, wisdom—everything is too perfect!"

The desire to obtain Linke Grand and turn him into a specimen burned ever hotter.

The Shadow City captain, the cold‑hearted man, likewise ignored the Three‑point Witch Vena.

He fiddled with the button in his hand, pondering whether to continue participating in the team competition.

If the current trend continues, any team spotted by the gold‑rimmed‑glasses little white face will be hard‑pressed to avoid elimination.

Although the Revos Si Academy has an insider who wants to use their Shadow City team to deal with the gold‑rimmed‑glasses little white face,

but the cold‑hearted man noticed a detail: the gold‑rimmed‑glasses little white face had already detected the insider's movements, yet remained unmoved.

He had neither the intention to lend a hand nor the thought to kick them while they're down.

Not lending a hand is normal; the cold‑hearted man had heard of the enmity between the gold‑rimmed‑glasses little white face and the Lucia family.

Not kicking them while they're down, there are many possible explanations.

Based on his own experience playing countless conspiracies and tricks, the cold‑hearted man concluded that the gold‑rimmed‑glasses little white face already knew the insider's plot to harm him.

Thus, the insider could only produce a backlash.

Not to mention killing the gold‑rimmed‑glasses little white face; even his own Shadow City team is rushing to its doom.

If that's the case, then let's forfeit and withdraw from the competition.

Snakes, they can bend and stretch.

The cold-yin man called up the 'Surrender' button and pressed it.

Thirty white pillars of light instantly descended onto the competition world, teleporting all thirty surviving first-rank witches of Shadow City away.

In fact, besides Lin Ke and the 'Do-Anything-Free' team having killed eleven, no other team has suffered any losses.

The four witch organizations had previously agreed to jointly target the teams of Lavros Institute.

Before eliminating Lavros Institute, the four witch organizations would not fight among themselves.

Thus, in less than two hours, the battles that actually broke out were only a few.

The witch captain of the Flame and Metal Merchant Society's team was all battered, having encountered Lavros Institute's team composed entirely of senior first-rank witches and got soundly beaten.

Although they suffered no casualties, they fled in a sorry state.

The White Tower Alliance's 'Scholar' kept his eyes fixed on the live feed of Linke Grand, his hands never stopping, likewise pressing the 'Surrender' option.

Forty white pillars of light followed, descending onto the competition world and taking away the four teams of the White Tower Alliance.

At three o'clock, Witch Vena Misoneri was stunned.

She just let out a complaint; she wasn't really concerned about the life or death of those competing witches.

How come everyone is surrendering so decisively?

Where is your pride?

Suddenly, the three-o'clock witch Vena remembered something.

So far, the eleven who have died are all witches from the Flame and Metal Merchant Society.

Linke Grand is putting on a crazy show; are Flame and Metal getting beaten?

"Damn! You guys……"

The three-o'clock witch Vena couldn't help but lash out, "You guys are way too despicable!"

"Hahahaha……"

The cold-yin man and the 'Scholar' remained unmoved by the accusations, even feeling a bit amused.

Sandra, meanwhile, burst into unrestrained laughter.

Seeing Vena that slut suffer a setback made Sandra very happy.

"Hmph!"

Who would have thought, this string of unbridled sounds stimulated Vena.

She let out a cold snort, also selected 'Surrender' on the button, and pressed it.

The remaining twenty-nine competing witches of the Flame and Metal Merchant Society were shifted out of bounds by the white pillars of light.

The witch captain and her eight teammates, at the moment they were engulfed by the light pillar, couldn't help but cheer.

Not having to worry about the feeling of possibly dying at any moment—how great!

Thus, only the teams of Lavros Institute remained in the competition world.

According to the rules of this match, Lavros Institute secured first place in the team competition and also swept the top four team scores.

They won handsomely, reaping huge profits.

The smile on Sandra's face grew ever more radiant.

Until Lani lightly jabbed her in the elbow.

"What's up?"

Sandra asked with a smiling tone.

Lani's expression was indeed very serious; she first activated a soundproof magical device, then triggered an anti-eavesdropping magical device, before saying: "According to the rules, before the final team is decided or the safe zone shrinks to its minimum, our institute's four teams cannot withdraw early."

"In other words?"

Sandra understood what Lani meant to convey, still harboring a sliver of hope, wishing to obtain the answer she desired.

"In other words……"

Lani, however, ruthlessly poured cold water: "We're going to have an internal conflict, and Lukia……"

The smile on Sandra's face vanished instantly.

An internal conflict isn't really something to worry about; we believe the senior first-rank witch team, the team led by Tiffany Colonna, and Linke Grand's team will all exercise restraint and not fight to the death.

But the Lukia family has openly defected, wanting to mess with Linke Grand in this match, even going so far as to collude with Shadow City's people.

Even if something changes now, getting them to back off is hardly possible.

A sudden bang sounded.

The three-o'clock witch Vena waved her metal-glowing fist ablaze with flames, and with one punch shattered the anti-eavesdropping and soundproof barrier.

"What do you mean?"

Sandra immediately glared and demanded.

Vena flicked her hand, retracting the flame-and-metal coating on her right fist, and chuckled: "Nothing much, just came to see you make a fool of yourself."

Saying this, Vena pointed at the live feed, where despite the Shadow City team behind them suddenly disappearing, several Lukia still followed the original plan, and mocked:

"These few turncoats are really stubborn!"

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