Chapter 54 The Rules Collapse! A Heavy Metal Rhapsody Unfolds in the Forbidden Magic Domain
An endless sense of falling enveloped them. The wind howled in their ears, and the nauseating stench of blood filled their nostrils. This was the road to hell.
"Don't panic! Adjust your posture!" In the darkness, Ye Feng's calm voice reached the three women's ears through a special throat-vibration communicator (modified from parts of the Thousand Chance Umbrella ). "Activate glider mode."
Although he couldn't use soul skills, the mechanical structure of the Thousand Manifestations Umbrella remained unrestricted. Ye Feng's clothes tore open, and several metal frames shot out, instantly forming a layer of tough animal hide wing membrane. This was a purely physical structure glider. Although Shui Bing'er, Dugu Yan, and Huo Wu didn't have such equipment, they were all top-tier soul masters with extremely strong physical abilities. Under Ye Feng's guidance and aided by the airflow, they didn't crash into a bloody mess, but instead staggered and landed on a hard, cold black rock. Best Apparel Retailer
The outer city of the City of Slaughter.
A purple crescent moon hung in the sky, casting a pale light. All around were ruins, and countless green eyes peered from the shadows at the new "prey."
"My soul power… is suppressed." Shui Bing'er immediately tried to condense frost, but only a wisp of cold air escaped from her fingertips before dissipating. "The soul rings cannot manifest, and the soul skills are completely ineffective." Dugu Yan's face was pale. "Here, we are like children who have just awakened their soul power."
"No." Ye Feng straightened up and straightened his disheveled collar. He drew his silver Colt revolver from his waist, turned the cylinder, and made a crisp clicking sound. "Here, I am God."
"Roar—!!!" A superhuman roar interrupted the conversation. From the darkness, a squad of black-armored knights riding skeletal warhorses charged out. The leading terrifying knight wielded a long lance, his entire body covered in heavy armor, with only a red glow emanating from the gaps in his helmet. "Those who break the rules... kill!"
"Watch out! It's the Dread Knight Scott!" (Note: Although the waiter at the door is also named Scott, this refers to a higher-ranking law enforcement team or an NPC with the same name.) Fire Dance instinctively tried to release the Fire Resistance Ring, but there was no reaction. She could only roll to the side in a sorry state to avoid a fatal shot.
"Just brute force?" Ye Feng stood still. He was calculating. The supercomputing power granted to him by the intelligent skull was on full display at this moment. The speed of the knight's charge, the frequency of the horse's hooves hitting the ground, the gaps in the joints of the armor... everything was transformed into data in his eyes.
"Turn 15 degrees to the left, squat down," Ye Feng suddenly ordered.
Out of absolute trust, the three women behind him did as instructed. Whoosh! A huge cleaver grazed their scalps, missing its mark.
Just as the Dread Knight's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen, Ye Feng moved. Without using Instant Step or soul power propulsion, he relied solely on the explosive power of his leg muscles and the principle of leverage. He leaped out like a cheetah, directly stepping on the warhorse's head and soaring into the air.
"Martial Arts - Knee Strike!" The knee, covered in metal pads, slammed into the knight's chin. Crack! The knight's helmet warped, and he fell backward.
But that wasn't enough. A dozen more knights surrounded them. "Since I can't use soul skills, then I'll show you... the awe-inspiring power of the Industrial Revolution."
Ye Feng crossed his arms, and the two revolvers in his hands (the other drawn from his leg) began to spit fire. Bang bang bang bang bang bang! This was no ordinary shooting. This was—Gunfu.
Ye Feng moved through the knights like a ghost. Each shot was fired with the muzzle pressed against the enemy's vulnerable spots—gainst gaps in armor, eye sockets, or armpits. The kinetic energy of the gunpowder was unrestricted by the rules of soul power! The specially designed armor-piercing bullets, when fired at close range, were powerful enough to blow off the skull.
In a mere ten breaths, over a dozen terrifying knights fell from their horses, becoming corpses on the ground. Ye Feng stood atop the pile of corpses, blowing away the gunpowder smoke. "Rules? My gun is the rule."
The entrance to the inner city is a battlefield of carnage.
Having dealt with the surrounding fodder, Ye Feng led the women into the true inner city of the killing capital. This place was even more insane than the outer city. A massive circular arena stood in the center, and blood flowed like rivers in the ditches lining the streets.
"Help...help me!" Suddenly, a fierce fight and a woman's screams came from ahead.
In a dark alley, seven or eight lewd, depraved men were attacking two figures. One of them, dressed in tight black clothing, had an incredibly alluring figure and wielded two short daggers. Her movements were as swift as a cat, but she was clearly exhausted, with several cuts and bruises on her body. The other figure was in an even more disheveled state. She had short, blond hair, and although her face was covered in mud, her captivating yet desperate pink eyes still held a certain allure.
"That's... Zhu Zhuqing? And... Hu Liena?!" Shui Bing'er covered her mouth in surprise.
Unexpectedly, these two exceptionally beautiful women were also here! And in extremely dangerous situations. Hu Liena had lost her soul skill, greatly diminishing her charm ability, and could only barely hold on with the short sword in her hand. As for Zhu Zhuqing, although she possessed formidable physical skills, there were simply too many opponents, and they were all reckless madmen.
"Hehe, this little wildcat and this little fox are enough for us brothers to play with for a month!" Taking advantage of Zhu Zhuqing's exhaustion, a bald, burly man with a lot of fat smashed a stick into her back.
Clang! Sparks flew. It wasn't the stick that hit Zhu Zhuqing. Rather, a black umbrella steadily caught the iron rod.
"Who?!" the bald, burly man roared in anger.
"Isn't it impolite to mess with my... acquaintances on my turf?" Ye Feng held an umbrella in one hand, a half-smoked cigar dangling from his lips, his eyes icy.
"Ye... Ye Feng?!" Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed in surprise at the same time. Hu Liena, in particular, was overwhelmed with complex emotions upon seeing the man who had once brought her down from her pedestal, stolen her soul bone, and humiliated the Spirit Hall. There was hatred, there was fear, but at this moment, there was even more... a joy as if she had seen a lifeline.
"So it's the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall." Ye Feng glanced at her, his tone laced with sarcasm. "What? Without those two sycophants following you, you can't even handle a few thugs?"
"You!" Hu Liena's chest heaved with anger, but she was powerless to refute.
"And you, little kitten." Ye Feng looked at Zhu Zhuqing, "Instead of being your prince consort in Xingluo, you came to this filthy place to die?"
Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, her eyes defiant: "I want to become stronger. Only here can I surpass that coward (Dai Mubai)."
"That's spirited." Ye Feng nodded, then looked at the group of burly men who were attacking him. "I'll give you three seconds to get lost."
"Get lost? Hahaha! Pretty boy, you think you can get away with this broken umbrella..." The bald, burly man hadn't finished speaking when bang! A loud crash. The Thousand-Mechanism Umbrella in Ye Feng's hand suddenly deformed, and a burst of flames instantly erupted from its tip. "Flamebull - Focusing Mode." (No system principle: High-pressure fuel stored inside the umbrella handle is released through a simple ignition device.)
A fire dragon instantly engulfed the bald, burly man. "Aaaaaah!!!" A shrill scream echoed through the alley.
"A mechanic never wastes words on a dead man." Ye Feng pulled the trigger expressionlessly, and the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella switched to *"Shotgun Mode"*. Boom! Boom! The close-range steel pellets blasted the remaining thugs into pieces.
This is the overwhelming power of technology. In the Stone Age, when everyone was fighting each other with cold weapons, Ye Feng directly brought the battlefield to the age of firearms.
A few minutes later, at the safe house (temporary base).
"Have some water." Shui Bing'er handed two bottles of water to Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing.
Hu Liena looked at Ye Feng warily: "Why did you save me? I'm from the Spirit Hall. Aren't you afraid I'll recover and kill you?" Ye Feng was wiping the barrel of his gun and didn't even look up: "First, you can't kill me right now. Second, in your condition, even if I don't kill you, you won't survive tonight." "And..." Ye Feng suddenly looked up, a wicked smile on his face. "You've repaid the three spirit bones you owed me, but you haven't paid for the emotional distress. I'll keep you around and pay you back slowly later."
Hu Liena blushed and gritted her teeth: "Shameless!"
Zhu Zhuqing silently walked up to Ye Feng and bowed deeply. "Thank you. I will repay you." She looked at the weapon in Ye Feng's hand, a flicker of longing in her eyes. "This weapon that can kill without soul power… could you teach me how?"
Ye Feng looked at the aloof black cat, a slight thought stirring within him. A speed-attack type Soul Master, paired with a silenced pistol or sniper rifle, would be the perfect assassin. "Alright. However, the tuition is expensive." Ye Feng pointed outside. "From today onwards, you two will be temporarily assigned to the full-time team. If you want to survive, follow my orders."
Thus, the All-Round Team expanded. In addition to the original Shui Bing'er, Dugu Yan, and Huo Wu, they added Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, and Zhu Zhuqing, the Star Luo Netherworld Cat. A "killing squad" with stunning looks and even more terrifying combat power was born.
Three days later, in the Hellish Slaughter Arena.
This is the core of the Killing City, and the only way to leave—win one hundred consecutive matches and earn the title of Killing God.
Today is Ye Feng's tenth match. The stands are packed with people, countless fallen warriors roaring madly. "Kill him! Tear that pretty boy with the umbrella to shreds !" "I want to see his brains!"
In the center of the arena, Ye Feng stood alone. Opposite him were nine burly men. This was the rule of the killing arena: ten people fought in a free-for-all, and the last one standing was the winner. But these nine men had clearly conspired. "That kid's hidden weapon is wicked! Everyone, attack him together, cripple him first, and then we'll decide the winner!" shouted a burly man wielding a giant axe.
High in the stands, in the shadows, a tall man shrouded in a dark red robe gazed down. This was the King of Slaughter (Tang Chen). His crimson eyes narrowed slightly: "Is this the brat? Making a mess of my hell?" A black-veiled maidservant beside him respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. His name is Ye Feng. The weapon he wields is very strange; it doesn't require soul power, yet its power is immense. In just three days, he has killed over five hundred people."
"Interesting." The King of Slaughter picked up a Bloody Mary. "He can still make waves in my territory. Let's see if his iron pipe is harder, or my rules are harder."
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On the arena, nine enemies launched a simultaneous charge. Axes, longswords, meteor hammers... all sorts of heavy weapons hurtled towards Ye Feng with a whistling sound.
Ye Feng sighed. "Why do you have to force me?" "I originally wanted to be a quiet, handsome man."
He slammed the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella into the ground. "Defense Mode - Deploy!" The Umbrella instantly opened, its surface spinning rapidly to form an indestructible shield. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! All the weapons struck the umbrella's surface, sparks flying, but they couldn't break through its defenses.
"That's it?" Ye Feng's voice came from behind the umbrella. The next second, he kicked the umbrella handle, and the Thousand Chance Umbrella soared into the air. Ye Feng grabbed the end of the handle with both hands and pulled hard. Crack crack crack crack crack—! A series of teeth-grinding mechanical deformation sounds rang out.
The originally slender umbrella instantly expanded, unfolded, and reformed. Six thick, gleaming gun barrels were revealed. A huge ammunition box hung at Ye Feng's waist, with long bullet belts connecting to the gun barrels.
The entire arena fell silent. What was that thing? A hideous monster unlike anything ever seen before.
Ye Feng grinned maliciously as he lifted the M-134 Gatling gun, which weighed over 100 pounds, into his hand. His AI skull spun wildly, locking onto all targets within a fan-shaped area in front of him.
"In this era without Soul Skills." "Please allow me to introduce to you—" "The Truth called 'Metal Storm'!" "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, Six Roots Purification Depleted Uranium Bullet! Salvation Mode, activated!"
Buzz—Whoosh—! The motor started. The gun barrel accelerated to a blur in an instant. The next moment, a tongue of fire erupted, a full meter long!
Da da ...
That wasn't the sound of gunfire. That was the sound of a cloth ripper tearing through the sky! A rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute! The dense rain of bullets formed a visible metal wall, sweeping across the battlefield.
"No!!!" The burly man at the forefront, wielding the giant axe, didn't even have time to scream. His body, along with the massive steel axe he was so proud of, was torn to shreds in an instant. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, severed limbs danced in the air.
The eight people behind tried to escape, but how could two legs outrun a Gatling gun? The barrage of bullets swept across, leaving nothing but devastation. A layer of the solid granite arena was ripped away, sending debris flying. In just three seconds, apart from Ye Feng, not a single creature remained standing on the arena. Only a pile of minced meat and smoking shell casings remained.
Sizzle... The gun barrel slowly stopped spinning, turning red-hot from overheating. Ye Feng released the trigger, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it over the red-hot barrel.
He took a deep breath. He looked up at the king in the shadows above. Their eyes met. Ye Feng raised a middle finger.
"Next."
The entire arena fell silent. Even the most fanatical and depraved felt a chill run down their spines. This was a dimensional attack. This was a desecration and mockery of this world of cold weapons.
In the stands, Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing stared at the figure smoking in the blood mist, their expressions completely changing. That man was too strong. Unreasonably strong. So strong…it was captivating.
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