Chapter 51 Steel Torrent VS Enchantress Red Mist! With a mortal body, standing shoulder to shoulder with gods!
"Da da da da da da da da—!!!"
This wasn't the chanting of a soul skill; it was the grinding of Death's teeth. The square in front of the Papal Palace was no longer a sacred arena for soul masters to duel, but a modern battlefield like a meat grinder.
In mid-air, the "Honeycomb Matrix," formed from the disintegration and reassembly of the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella, resembled an angry steel hedgehog, unleashing a metallic storm capable of tearing steel apart upon the eerie red mist below. Each "bullet" was actually a miniature cone, meticulously crafted by Ye Feng overnight using deep-sea silver and infused with compressed soul power. Propelled by the magnetic track of the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella, which simulated "electromagnetic acceleration," its initial velocity had already broken the sound barrier.
Sonic boom clouds kept exploding above the arena, making the eardrums of the surrounding audience ache.
"How is this possible... How is this possible?!" From within the red mist came Xie Yue's incredulous roar.
The "enchanting" domain that was originally meant to weaken senses and slow movement had now become their prison. The bullets were simply too dense! Three thousand rounds per second! There were no blind spots, no room to dodge. The red mist was shattered by the high-speed barrage, unable to coalesce into a cohesive form.
"Clang clang clang clang clang clang—!" Xie Yue's two moon blades danced into a ball of light, frantically deflecting the incoming barrage of bullets. Each impact made his hands go numb, and his soul power was consumed like flowing water. These bullets were not just physical attacks; upon contact, they released compressed lightning power (from the Purple Lightning Void Dragon Soul Ring), producing a severe paralyzing effect.
"Damn it! We can't get past them!" The enchanting voice (in its combined form) was filled with anxiety. They tried to approach Ye Feng, but the torrent of metal was like an invisible wall, and every step forward came at a great cost.
...
The back of the full-time team.
"Quick! Cool it down!" Ye Feng stood still, his hands clenched in a fist, manipulating the matrix in the air. His forehead was covered in sweat, and the muscles in his arms trembled slightly from the intense micro-management. This level of firepower output was a huge test for the materials of the Thousand Chance Umbrella.
"Here it comes!" Shui Bing'er shouted. She didn't attack her opponent directly, but instead placed her hands on Ye Feng's back. "First Soul Skill: Ice Seal!" The icy soul power didn't freeze Ye Feng, but instead, guided by his soul power, precisely covered the already red-hot barrel and acceleration track of the Thousand Chance Umbrella. Sizzle—a large amount of white smoke rose. At the same time, Dugu Yan mixed wisps of purple poisonous mist into Ye Feng's ammunition box, enchanting the bullets with the "corrosion" attribute.
This is the true tactic of a full-time team—a four-protect-one mobile turret strategy. Everyone is Ye Feng's "coolant," "ammunition depot," and "external battery."
"This can't go on!" A ruthless glint flashed in the bewitching eyes within the crimson mist. If this continued into a war of attrition, they might be riddled with bullets. "Yan! Attack!"
Yan, who had been hiding behind Yan Mo, finally found his opportunity. He slammed his fist into the ground. "Fifth Soul Skill: Flying Sand Raging Flames!" Boom! The ground cracked open, and pillars of magma and fire shot into the sky. They didn't attack Ye Feng, but instead formed a wall of fire, forcibly blocking the barrage of bullets in the air for a moment.
"Now!" Taking advantage of the fraction of a second that the barrage was blocked by the fire wall, the red mist suddenly contracted, condensing entirely on the moon blades in the demon's hands. The two moon blades instantly grew to five meters long, their entire bodies blood red, emitting a nauseating stench of blood.
"Self-created Soul Skill: Full Moon!" The demon spun rapidly, transforming into a red tornado that tore through the wall of fire and the remaining barrage of bullets. With an unstoppable momentum, she instantly rushed to within ten meters of Ye Feng!
This attack was the pinnacle of power from the fusion of two Soul Kings. Even a Soul Saint would have to avoid its sharp edge.
"Die, Ye Feng!" The sharp blade energy had already cut through the skin of Ye Feng's cheek.
The entire audience held their breath. Ning Fengzhi abruptly stood up, his grip on the scepter creaking. Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eye, staring intently at the scene: "Too close! Heavy weapons are impossible to aim at this distance! Ye Feng is finished!"
However, Ye Feng, at the eye of the storm, showed no panic. His deep eyes reflected the approaching blood-red blade. Instead, a crazed smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Do you think that as a skilled mechanic, being approached at close range means you're just waiting to die?" "You're too naive."
Ye Feng slammed his hands together. The "honeycomb matrix" in the air instantly disintegrated, and all the parts, as if attracted by a powerful magnet, flew back to Ye Feng at an astonishing speed. But they didn't turn back into umbrellas. Instead, like pieces of exoskeleton armor, they clicked and clung to Ye Feng's right arm!
Thick hydraulic rods, heavy alloy protective plates, thrusters spewing blue tail flames... In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng's right arm transformed into an enormous mechanical giant arm, full of industrial violence and beauty!
"Thousand Manifestations Umbrella - Fighting Type - Gaebogar's Fist (Pseudo)!" (No system principle: Utilizes the metal reconstruction of the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella to construct a hydraulically powered exoskeleton, combined with the spatial compression of the fourth spirit ring to increase mass, and then uses a gunpowder propulsion device to increase explosive power.)
"Get back here!!!"
Ye Feng roared, and his enormous mechanical fist slammed down towards the rapidly spinning demon. Boom!!!
A head-on collision between steel and flesh and soul power. A visible shockwave swept across the entire arena, cracking the protective shield surrounding the ring.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Then came a sickening metallic screech. "Ah—!!!" the demons screamed in agony. Their moon blades, sharp enough to cut through iron like butter, had been bent by this pure steel behemoth fist! The terrifying kinetic energy was transmitted through the blades to their bodies. The spinning was forced to stop. The demons' massive bodies were sent flying like cannonballs, their feet carving two half-meter-deep furrows in the ground as they slid for a full thirty meters before coming to a stop.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out. The red mist dissipated. The combined state of the demonic beings became unstable, and the figures of Hu Liena and Xie Yue appeared and disappeared in the light.
"This... what kind of power is this?!" A look of horror finally appeared on Bibi Dong's previously indifferent face. Without using soul skills, without relying on soul power, but purely on mechanical structure and physical kinetic energy, he actually directly confronted a Martial Soul Fusion Technique? This young man had shattered her understanding of the Soul Master system!
On the arena, Ye Feng was also in bad shape. Black smoke was billowing from the exoskeleton of his right arm, several parts had shattered, revealing a bloodied arm underneath. The recoil from that attack had nearly shattered his bones. But he didn't retreat. Not even a single step.
"That felt good." Ye Feng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes growing even wilder. He shook his almost numb right arm and snapped his fingers with his left hand. "Since you can't gain an advantage in close combat either, then it's my turn."
"Yan! Protect Nana!" Xie Yue sensed the danger and shouted loudly. Yan, who was in the distance, roared and transformed into a fire giant, rushing over to block Ye Feng.
Ye Feng didn't even glance at Yan. "You're too slow." "Besides... who told you my traps were only on the ground?"
Ye Feng lightly tapped his toes. Zzzzz—the air in Yan Chong's path suddenly distorted. Four almost invisible threads had already covered his inevitable path. Those were high-strength alloy threads drawn from the ribs of Ye Feng's Thousand Manifestations Umbrella, electrified! "Mechanic - Magnetic Lockdown!"
Yan charged headfirst into it. A powerful electric current erupted instantly. Although it didn't fundamentally damage the Flame Lord, the intense muscle stiffness left him frozen in place like an electrocuted frog, convulsing uncontrollably. "Ughhhhh!!"
The interference was resolved. Ye Feng's gaze refocused on the demonic creature attempting to dissolve or re-stabilize its fusion. "It's over."
The mechanical exoskeleton in Ye Feng's hand disintegrated once more, transforming back into the black Thousand Manifestations Umbrella. But this time, the umbrella didn't open. The tip of the umbrella pointed at the demon. The slot at the back of the umbrella handle opened, and Ye Feng pulled out a black crystal radiating an extremely dangerous aura from his pocket. It was a "disposable core" that he had forcibly compressed together last night using the remaining fragments of the Purple Lightning Void Dragon Soul Bone, along with gunpowder and a soul-guiding array.
"This is the ultimate gift I have prepared for you." "It is called—Anti-Tank Cannon Ultimate Edition: X-1 Compressed Quantum Cannon."
Ye Feng inserted the core into the umbrella handle. Buzz—The space around the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella began to collapse. A black suction force condensed at the tip of the umbrella, forcibly drawing in the surrounding light, debris, and even air. The fourth soul ring (24,000 years old - Purple Lightning Void Dragon) flickered wildly, almost shattering.
"He's compressing space! Get out of the way!!!" Bibi Dong could no longer sit still. She jumped to her feet, her voice filled with anxiety. That energy fluctuation, once it erupted, could definitely tear space apart! Hu Liena and the others might die!
But it was too late. Ye Feng pulled the trigger. There was no loud explosion. Only a soft sound, like cloth being torn. "Swoosh!"
A black sphere of light, no bigger than a fist, slowly flew out. It flew very slowly. But the demons found themselves unable to move. An immense gravitational force held them firmly, their bodies uncontrollably sliding towards the black sphere of light.
"No...no!!!" A desperate cry rang out. The black sphere of light touched the bewitching figure's chest. Then—it swelled.
The black sphere of light instantly expanded into a massive black hole ten meters in diameter. Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Space shattered. A violent repulsive force erupted immediately following the gravitational pull.
The fusion of their demonic forms was instantly shattered. Hu Liena and Xie Yue were blasted away like rag dolls by the terrifying spatial repulsion. Their Spirit Hall-made armor shattered instantly, and blood splattered in a tragic arc through the air. Bang! Bang! The two crashed heavily onto the steps in front of the Papal Palace, rolling to Bibi Dong's feet. They lay unconscious.
Yan, who tried to provide support, was also thrown over by the aftershocks and embedded in a distant wall, his fate unknown.
The smoke and dust cleared. Only one person remained standing on the arena. Ye Feng.
The Thousand Manifestations Umbrella in his hand was glowing red from overload, and even had tiny cracks appearing. His face was as pale as paper, and blood seeped from his seven orifices. It was the backlash from forcibly using techniques beyond his body's limits. But he still stood straight, like a javelin.
"Full-time team... wins." The referee's voice trembled as it rang out in the deathly silent square.
They won! Shui Bing'er, Dugu Yan, and the other girls burst into tears and wanted to rush onto the stage. But Ye Feng raised his hand and stopped them.
Because the battle is not over yet. The real danger is just beginning.
A suffocatingly terrifying pressure poured down from the high platform. Bibi Dong descended the steps step by step. Looking at her beloved disciple Hu Liena, who was seriously injured and unconscious at her feet, the killing intent in her eyes almost materialized. The aura of a level 99 peerless Douluo pressed down on the exhausted youth without reservation.
"Good. Very good." Bibi Dong's voice was icy cold. "Ye Feng, you've truly given me a huge surprise." "You've injured my disciple and ruined the reputation of my Spirit Hall." "Do you think you can leave Spirit City alive today?"
As her words fell, whoosh! whoosh! Whoosh! Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and dozens of cardinals instantly appeared around the arena, completely surrounding the All-Round Team. A murderous aura lurked everywhere. Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's expressions changed drastically; they wanted to rush down, but were blocked by several other elders.
Faced with this certain death, Ye Feng smiled. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slung the Thousand Chance Umbrella over his shoulder. Though cracked, the umbrella still looked menacing.
"Your Holiness, are you sore loser?" Ye Feng's voice was weak, but full of sarcasm. "Want to kill me? Fine." "However, before you do, I suggest you look up at the sky."
Bibi Dong frowned. She subconsciously looked up. Not only her, everyone looked up.
A thousand meters above the sky, amidst the clouds, a small black dot hovered. It wasn't a bird. It was a special metal device that Ye Feng had secretly sent high into the air… a massive soul-storing container. Utilizing the principle of "Mechanic - Airdrop Support," he had sent it there. Inside weren't bombs. But rather… ten tons of concentrated Azure Phosphorous Serpent King Venom, extorted from Dugu Bo!
Ye Feng held a simple remote control in his hand, his thumb lightly pressing the red button. He looked at Bibi Dong, his smile as bright as a devil's.
"Your Holiness, you should be able to sense what's in that jar, right?" "Once it explodes, the high-altitude winds will be enough to cover the entire Spirit City." "Although poisoning a Title Douluo might be difficult, what about the thousands of elite Soul Masters present, and the hundreds of thousands of civilians in Spirit City..." "How many of them do you think will survive?"
The entire audience erupted in uproar! A madman! This is an absolute madman! He's actually hanging a sword of Damocles over the head of Wuhun City!
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted. She stared intently at Ye Feng, as if she wanted to devour him alive. "You dare threaten me?"
"No, this is negotiation." Ye Feng remained in the position of pressing the button, his eyes cold. "I have three soul bones, and I only want those three soul bones as the prize." "Give me the soul bones, let us go, and I will destroy this remote control from a safe distance." "Otherwise..." Ye Feng took a step forward, looking directly into Bibi Dong's eyes, his aura not faltering in the slightest. "We will all be buried with this glorious Martial Soul City!"
Dead silence. A long, dead silence. Chrysanthemum Douluo's hands trembled. He could feel the potent poisonous fluctuations high in the sky, the primal poison of the old poison master, a poison that even he had to be wary of.
After a long silence, Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her chest heaving. The killing intent in her eyes slowly subsided, replaced by a deep and complex sense of apprehension. This young man not only possessed strength and intelligence, but also such ruthlessness in the face of mutual destruction. If she were to kill him today, the Spirit Hall's foundation might truly be destroyed.
"Fine." Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, squeezing out a single word. "Elder Ghost, give him the soul bone...!"
With a wave of his hand, the ghostly figure sent the brocade platter containing three top-grade soul bones flying towards Ye Feng. Ye Feng caught it and casually tossed it into his storage ring. He remained vigilant, still gripping the remote control, and retreated step by step.
"Team, retreat!" Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Ye Feng led his full-time team, taking the entire city hostage, and swaggered out of Papal Square.
It wasn't until he stepped out of the city gates that Ye Feng realized his back was completely soaked. He glanced at the remote control in his hand. Actually… it wasn't connected to any poison gas canisters at all. That black dot in the sky was just an empty hot air balloon he'd released, containing only a tiny sample of poison gas to mask the smell. The so-called "massacre" was nothing but a gamble. A ruse, a feint.
"Fortunately... I won the bet." Ye Feng's vision went black, and he completely fainted in Shui Bing'er's arms.
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