Chapter 74 Mechanical Divine Authority, The Final Hymn in the Red Mist
In the central square of Wuhun City, the enormous arena, which could hold tens of thousands of people, was now completely swallowed up by a thick, blood-red mist.
This is the ultimate trump card of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation—the Spirit Fusion Skill "Enchanting Charm" performed by Xie Yue and Hu Liena. Within this red mist, everyone's senses, spirit power, and movements are weakened by fifty percent, except for the caster, making them like prey trapped in a swamp.
"No one can walk out of my mist alive." Xie Yue's cold voice, which also had the allure of Hu Liena, came from all directions. A huge moon blade cut through the red mist with a shrill sound, aiming straight for Ye Feng's throat.
In the stands, everyone's hearts were in their throats. In their eyes, the Glory team was already trapped.
However, standing in the center of the mist, Ye Feng's lips curled into an unprecedentedly fervent smile. He neither retreated nor activated any defensive soul skills.
"Xie Yue, your understanding of 'perception' is too outdated."
Just as the Moon Blade was about to touch Ye Feng, the Thousand Chance Umbrella beneath his feet emitted a sickening metallic scraping sound.
"Thousand Transformations - Final Module - Floating Cannon Matrix!"
As Ye Feng pressed the ruby switch deep within the umbrella handle, the once-perfect Thousand Manifestations Umbrella instantly disintegrated. Hundreds of silver metal spheres, each the size of a fingernail, were ejected from the umbrella ribs. They found their own balance in the air and floated steadily in every corner of the red mist through the soul power magnetic field.
These metal spheres were not flying blindly; each of them served as Ye Feng's "eyes."
In Ye Feng's mind, a clear three-dimensional map composed of countless infrared thermal sensors, acoustic feedback, and soul power fluctuations emerged. Although the red mist obscured the naked eye, it could not hide the detection capabilities of these highly precise machines.
"Locked in, 45 degrees to the left rear, 3.7 meters away."
Without turning his head, Ye Feng suddenly swung his right fist backward.
boom!
An elite member of the Spirit Hall who was attempting a sneak attack was accurately struck, his fist enveloped in a layer of condensed spirit power sparks.
"Nana, he's over there!" Xie Yue sensed something was wrong, and the moon blade accelerated again.
"Too slow."
Ye Feng lightly plucked the strings of a musical instrument, as if plucking strings in the void.
As he moved, hundreds of metal spheres suspended in the red mist simultaneously lit up with a ghostly blue light.
"First round: Covering fire."
Da da da da da—!
Countless fine but extremely high-frequency beams of soul energy erupted from the floating cannons. This was no longer a point-to-point attack, but an all-around saturation strike. The red mist was torn to pieces by these dense beams, and Hu Liena and Xie Yue, who were originally hiding in the shadows, were horrified to find that no matter where they hid, there were always at least ten cannon muzzles staring intently at them.
"What... what kind of soul skill is this?" Salas exclaimed from the stands. "His martial soul is shattered! How can he still launch an attack?"
"It's not broken, it's reassembled." Bibi Dong sat on the throne, her fingers gripping the scepter slightly, her eyes revealing an unprecedented solemnity. "That's the ultimate control; he's multitasking, manipulating those parts."
"Captain, we can't hold back anymore!" At the edge of the red mist, Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er, guided by Ye Feng, had found their respective breaking points.
"Then let's teach them a lesson they won't forget," Ye Feng ordered calmly. "No need to hold back."
Huo Wu's eyes widened, and the Red Lotus Karmic Flame behind her burned wildly, while Shui Bing'er released Absolute Zero at the same time. In ordinary people's understanding, water and fire are incompatible, but under Ye Feng's previous training, they learned how to use "temperature difference explosion".
"Ultimate Sublimation: Crimson Lotus Ice Prison!"
The two extreme energies of ice and fire collided violently in the channel left by Ye Feng.
A massive mushroom cloud rose from the center of the red mist, accompanied by a terrifying shockwave and a tearing sensation of extreme cold and heat. The Spirit Hall team's defensive formation collapsed in that instant, and all but three members of the Golden Generation were thrown off the stage.
"Yan, help me!" Xie Yue roared.
Yan, who had been gathering his strength, finally erupted. His body became as hot as magma, and he slammed his fists into the ground, unleashing his Fifth Soul Skill: Flying Sand Rage!
Fiery magma erupted from the cracks in the ground, attempting to block Ye Feng's floating artillery positions. However, under Ye Feng's control, the metal spheres seemed to come alive, nimbly weaving through the gaps in the magma eruptions, and even using the airflow generated by their high-speed rotation to push the magma back.
"In my mechanical logic, there is no accident, only inevitability."
Ye Feng had appeared in front of Yan without anyone noticing. He carried no umbrella, only two short metal rods that he had somehow taken from somewhere.
"Dual-hand mode - cross cut".
Ye Feng's figure blurred into a streak, leaving deep, intersecting marks on Yan's thick lava armor. Each strike hit the nodes of the soul power circulation, making Yan's once-proud defense as fragile as paper in front of Ye Feng.
Just as the finals entered their most intense phase, a chillingly evil aura suddenly appeared at the gates of Wuhun City.
"Ye Feng... do you think you've won?"
A hoarse, crazed figure, reeking of blood, staggered into the square.
It's Tang San.
But he was no longer the Shrek boy. His body was covered in dark red markings, the Blue Silver Grass in his hand had completely mutated into dark black vines, and the eight broken spider spears had an eerie bone-white color.
Behind him stood a man with a calm and steady demeanor, as steady as a mountain—Tang Hao.
But at this moment, Tang Hao's eyes revealed a sense of helplessness and determination. In order to save the broken Tang San, he had no choice but to take Tang San to the City of Slaughter and accept some kind of dark agreement from the Spirit Hall.
"Your Holiness, the previous agreement still stands." Tang San bowed slightly to Bibi Dong, his voice like that of a demon. "As long as I kill him with my own hands, the 'thing' I have will belong to the Spirit Hall."
"Bibi Dong, are you even going to use a madwoman like this?" Ning Fengzhi suddenly stood up, his face extremely ugly.
"Rules are made by the strong." Bibi Dong sneered. "Ye Feng, since Tang San wants to challenge you, then let this final become a free-for-all."
The situation on the field instantly spiraled out of control. The Golden Generation, Tang San, and the Glory Team formed a chaotic triangle.
Tang San's Eight Spider Lances swirled wildly, each thrust carrying a dense aura of death. He didn't care about teamwork; he had only one target: the aloof Ye Feng.
"One Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons: Bodhi Blood!"
Tang San exerted all his strength to condense the bloody energy he brought back from the Slaughter City into several spheres that were reddish-purple. The resentment contained within them even made the titled Douluo present take notice.
Faced with Tang San's desperate gamble, Ye Feng took a deep breath.
He no longer concealed himself, and all the floating cannons instantly converged towards the center. Under the guidance of the ruby, they actually assembled into a huge, futuristic-looking long cannon barrel on Ye Feng's right arm.
"Tang San, your so-called 'Way of Slaughter' is nothing compared to the power of civilization."
Ye Feng's dual-source ice and fire soul power was squeezed to the extreme, and even his skin began to bleed because he could not withstand such high pressure.
"Thousand Transformations - Forbidden Mode - Electromagnetic Railgun".
"Fire!"
There was no explosion. Only a barely perceptible flash of blue-white light disappeared.
That was an attack several times faster than the speed of sound. The Bodhi blood that Tang San threw turned into nothingness the moment it came into contact with the blue light. Then, the blue light pierced through all of Tang San's defenses, shattered his shoulder, and pinned him to the white jade pillar in the Papal Palace.
The entire hall fell silent. Even the arrogant Bibi Dong rose from her throne.
"Ye Feng... how dare you openly use such forbidden power on my territory."
Bibi Dong's scepter slammed heavily onto the ground. Nine spirit rings—that terrifying configuration of spirit rings—instantly froze the air behind her.
"This child must not be allowed to live."
Bibi Dong took action herself. It wasn't for Salas, nor for the soul bone, but because she sensed a threat in Ye Feng that could completely end the "era of soul master rule."
That is the terrifying potential to kill gods without relying on spirit rings, but only on "wisdom" and "construction".
The Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul was activated, and the immense poison pressure made it difficult for Ning Fengzhi and Dugu Bo to breathe.
"Uncle Jian!" Ning Fengzhi shouted.
Chen Xin transformed into a sword light and blocked Ye Feng's path, but he knew that even he couldn't withstand more than ten moves against Bibi Dong at her peak.
"Since His Holiness the Pope is going to play hardball, then I have no choice but to set off fireworks."
Ye Feng revealed a bright smile amidst his blood-stained body. He pulled an old, worn-out remote control from his pocket.
"Senior, the thing I asked you to bury can be detonated now."
Although reluctant, Dugu Bo still activated the soul power traction.
Rumble—!
Around Wuhun City, massive pillars of fire erupted simultaneously from the normally inconspicuous sentries, the corners of the Hall of Worship, and even beneath the foundation of the Papal Palace. These were "ultra-high compression shockwave thunder" developed by Ye Feng using the energy core of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and the principles of Tang Sect gunpowder.
The entire Spirit City trembled. Countless precious statues and buildings were reduced to ruins in an instant.
"You dare to bomb Wuhun City?!" Bibi Dong laughed in fury, her aura surging once more.
"This is just an appetizer." Ye Feng looked at Huo Wu and the others who had taken advantage of the chaos to get to his side. "Next, it's time for us to escape."
Ye Feng pressed the last hidden button.
The remaining fragments of the Thousand Chance Umbrella rapidly pieced together behind him, forming a pair of enormous mechanical wings that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.
"Rongrong, buff everyone with Lightness Amplification!"
"Walk!"
With the full blessing of Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, the five members of the Glory Team transformed into five streaks of light, soaring straight into the sky amidst the smoke and dust of the explosion.
"Stop them!" Bibi Dong roared.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei tried to give chase, but were held back by the bloodthirsty Dugu Bo and Chen Xin. Meanwhile, the explosions continued in the distance, and the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters were busy putting out fires and maintaining order in the city, having no time to pay attention to the targets in the air.
As the sun set, Ye Feng glanced back at the Martial Soul City, which was billowing black smoke.
"Captain, did we really blow up Wuhun City?" Ning Rongrong hugged Ye Feng tightly around the waist, the wind whistling in her ears, she felt like she was dreaming.
"It's not completely blown up yet," Ye Feng said coldly. "But after today, the Spirit Hall's 'myth' will be shattered. They will discover that even with the highest-level spirit rings, they cannot defend against precise attacks from the shadows."
A new plan was taking shape in his mind. Since he couldn't save this twisted world by fighting alone, he would go and build his own "mechanical god kingdom".
"Next stop, Gengxin City."
Ye Feng gazed into the distance. There lay the continent's finest blacksmiths and mines. There, he would personally usher in a new era known as "Steel and Fire."
In the ruins of Spirit City, Tang San, covered in blood, stared at the sky. He clenched his fists, and in that moment, his eyes held no hatred, only a morbid longing for the power Ye Feng possessed.
"Ye Feng... since you're using machinery to kill gods, then I'll become a demon."
As the wheels of time rolled ever onward, no one could have imagined that a continent-wide elite tournament would become the beginning of the division and reorganization of the Douluo Continent.
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