San Tian Liang Jiao
Chapter 995 Exploitation, Illusion
Under the Blood Fiend Barrier, within the Ancient Temple of Six Harmonies.
Yin calls upon the alien species, facing the Six Paths of Malevolent Spirits.
This is a conflict of evil versus evil, and a collision of strength against strength.
Both possess bodies of extreme toughness, capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks with a mere gesture. Their combat techniques are equally refined, reaching a state of profound simplicity.
Logically, in battles of this caliber, it would be difficult for outsiders to intervene.
However, the members of Hell Front were all capable of keeping up with the pace of the battle, and… even influencing the outcome.
Bang—
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, piercing the air.
A bullet, shimmering in the darkness, struck the Liuhe Mirror on Xuan Hong's chest at the most opportune moment and from the most precise angle.
[Holy Arbitration], a skill dealing 200% damage to evil spirit creatures, was undoubtedly Xiao Ling's first choice at this moment. She seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
However, Xuan Hong's reaction to being shot was astonishing.
Buzz buzz buzz—
Upon impact, a buzzing sound filled the air, followed by a surge of white light from the surface of the Liuhe Mirror.
In the next second, not only was Xuan Hong unharmed, but the boundless aura surrounding him… seemed to have intensified.
"What's going on?" Xiao Ling moved her eyes away from the scope, glancing at Xuan Hong near the pagoda with a puzzled expression.
"You're really just making things more difficult for me…" The Blood Corpse God muttered, then raised his voice as he fought, shouting, "Stop using attacks like that! This guy is a combination of a Demonic Artifact and a Saintly Body, he can absorb both saintly and demonic power and use it for himself!"
"Tch… should've said so earlier…" Xiao Ling grumbled, casually switching to a different type of ammunition, "In that case, I'll use technology-based ammo…"
On the other hand, the two near the pagoda…
"The saintly power of the Xuanyuan Sword far exceeds the level he can absorb, so you don't have to worry about your weapon." Before joining the battle, Brother Jue had given Ruoyu a few words of caution. "However, your skills are still affected by the barrier, so be careful when you move. If you feel like you are in danger… retreat."
"Understood." Ruoyu replied simply. In these urgent situations, Ruoyu usually obeyed Brother Jue's commands unconditionally, because she trusted his judgment absolutely.
"Alrighty~ Let's go!" Feng Bujue said, then lowered his body and charged forward, knife in hand.
Seeing this, Ruoyu reacted accordingly, drawing her sword and following closely like a shadow.
The two spread out to the left and right, flanking the Blood Corpse God and dancing with blades of light.
Originally… Xuan Hong hadn't paid much attention to the strangely dressed humans around him, but he never expected… that the two who had come were on the same level as the Blood Corpse God, if not stronger, in terms of combat.
For a time, blades and swords flashed, and combat energy surged.
After ten moves, Xuan Hong was already at a disadvantage; after thirty moves, he was finding it difficult to parry, and began to suffer injuries, but he was still able to barely support himself with his high health and recovery; and after fifty moves… defeat was already apparent, and there was no turning the tide.
"Heh… this kind of spectacle is truly a once-in-a-millennium event…" On the verge of defeat, Xuan Hong's gaze swept over Ruoyu and Feng Bujue, respectively, as he coldly chuckled, "A Daoist, a saintly sword. A fiend, a mad demon…" He looked at the Blood Corpse God again, "And an innate alien species who knows where he came from… Hahahaha…"
Amidst the fighting, between words, Xuan Hong laughed.
At this moment, with victory and defeat nearly decided, a look of determination suddenly appeared in his eyes: "It seems this old monk is destined to face calamity today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Hong raised both arms and swung his sleeves. In an instant, a torrent of power poured out from the mirror on his chest.
In that instant, the Blood Corpse God, Feng Bujue, and Li Ruoyu… all reacted in the same way. Instead of retreating, the three advanced, forcibly withstanding the oppressive force, and unleashed a desperate blow.
Clang—
The Blood Corpse God's direct punch slammed into the Liuhe Mirror.
Shhh—
Li Ruoyu's Xuanyuan Sword severed Xuan Hong's neck.
Crack—
Feng Bujue's Must-Break-Defense Blade shattered Xuan Hong's knees.
After these three attacks hit, the three were also unable to withstand the close-range force of the impact, and were all blown away.
Clearly, Xuan Hong had been trying to launch a suicidal attack to destroy everything with him, but his intentions were instantly seen through and nipped in the bud by the three before him.
Bang—
The sound of a sniper rifle rang out again in the next second.
Xiao Ling, on the sixth floor of the pagoda, upheld her good habit of eradicating the root of evil, firing an explosive bullet at Xuan Hong's head, which was now flying in mid-air, blasting it into mincemeat.
"Tch…" A few seconds later, Feng Bujue was the first to regain his footing, spitting out a mouthful of blood and saying, "Little punk… actually wanted to self-destruct…"
"Luckily, we didn't let him unleash his move." After stopping her momentum, Ruoyu's fair cheeks also flushed a bit, indicating that the blood and qi in her chest were still unsettled.
"Damn it… that hurt like hell…" The Blood Corpse God was the last to stop, and knelt on one knee after stopping. "I'm going to chew you up, skin and bones!" He muttered viciously, then his expression changed as he lowered his head and vomited a large pool of blood onto the ground.
Due to his size and position, the Blood Corpse God had borne the brunt of most of the impact. If not for his strong body and amazing recovery, he would probably be lying on the ground right now.
"I advise you not to go over there…" Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance of the stone courtyard. "The real show has just begun."
Everyone turned to look and saw Oink approaching.
"What? You still want to help me boil him? Chef." The Blood Corpse God took a few breaths, then stood up again as if nothing had happened.
"No…" Before Oink could answer, Feng Bujue interjected, "What he means by 'the real show' should be referring to…" As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes towards Xuan Hong's corpse.
At this moment, although the corpse was sprawled on the ground, and even its head was gone, the surface of the Liuhe Mirror was still changing.
Red light rippled within the mirror, reflecting layers of red vortexes; the mirror surface was like a blood abyss leading to another dimension, stirring up some kind of energy resonance.
"Oh?" The Blood Corpse God glanced at it, then looked up at the sky again, "Could this be…"
"Saintly and demonic share the same origin, the Blood Fiend returns to one." Oink replied in a low voice, "The last insurance Xuan Hong left behind was his own dharma body. And now that his dharma body has been broken by you, his last wisp of primordial spirit has also dissipated with it." He paused for half a second, then laughed, "Heh… now, there is nothing left to suppress the demonic nature of the Liuhe Mirror. Its 'self-awareness' has begun to absorb the Blood Fiend Barrier and the power accumulated within itself, wanting to transform itself into a higher-level 'lifeform.'"
"Why didn't you say anything about this earlier?" The Blood Corpse God immediately glared at Oink, tilting his head and questioning him with a rogue-like attitude.
It should be noted here that earlier, when Feng Bujue was in the kitchen listening to Oink explain the plot, he had secretly taken the Blood Corpse God's jade out of his bag, so that the Blood Corpse God could share some information (as mentioned earlier, the Blood Corpse God in the jade could hear the outside world), which is why the Blood Corpse God could call the other party "chef" as soon as he saw Oink.
"Hmph… don't you understand yet?" Feng Bujue once again spoke before Oink could, "We've been set up."
"To say 'set up'… might be a bit of an understatement." Oink looked at Feng Bujue and replied coldly, "We were using each other… weren't we?"
"Heh… that's true." Feng Bujue said, "You certainly helped us a lot, but at the same time… you also lied to us about 'certain things.'"
"It seems you already know what those things are." Oink said.
"Maybe…" Brother Jue put away his weapon and shook his head, laughing, "First of all, you're not a malevolent spirit from the Animal Path, are you?"
"No, I'm not." Now that things had come to this point, there was no need for Oink to hide anything anymore. "The real Animal Path was already dealt with by me before I met Fei Kouwei Wang."
"Hmm…" Feng Bujue pondered, "Secondly, judging from your understanding of this town, this temple, and this demonic artifact… this blood sacrifice was planned and set up entirely by you, wasn't it?"
"That's right." Oink replied, "Behind Miao Xuzi, Hong Ying, and Lu Bu Fu, there was also a mastermind responsible for planning and supporting their actions, and that was… me."
"But why didn't you do it yourself?" At this time, Ruoyu, who was at the side, asked, "With your strength, the monks in the temple and the seals in the pagoda shouldn't be a problem at all."
"The problem lies with the mirror itself." Oink replied, "You've probably noticed as well… those who have directly touched the Liuhe Mirror have basically been affected by it, even Xuan Hong's dharma body was eventually controlled by it…" He shook his pig head. "I don't want to take that risk."
"And we, these 'travelers from another world,' are the best candidates to help you break that 'last insurance.'" Feng Bujue took over Oink's words, shrugging his shoulders and saying, "First, we are just 'projections,' the mirror won't have any permanent effects on us. Second… we're strong enough too."
Oink also shrugged, adding, "At first, I wanted to use that Fei Kouwei Wang, but unfortunately… after a brief observation, I found that that kid's courage and wisdom were a bit lacking."
"Luckily, the few of us appeared later, right?" These words were spoken by Xiao Ling, who had also come to the ground at this moment.
"Heh…" Oink chuckled drily, "Anyway… the moment I saw Feng Bujue, I knew… the matter was settled."
As they spoke these words, the barrier enveloping the sky was also undergoing drastic changes, and the already dim moonlight appeared even more obscure and turbid.
"Since I helped you so much, you might as well answer two more questions for me." After a moment of silence, Feng Bujue said to Oink again.
"Ask away." Oink crossed his arms in front of his chest. "But I may not answer."
"Alright~" Feng Bujue immediately asked, "The first question, why did you want to facilitate the mutation of the Liuhe Mirror?"
"I cannot tell you." Oink decided not to answer this question almost without thinking.
"Ha!" A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Bujue's mouth. "As expected, it's related to Ragnarok…"
Before he finished speaking, a subtle change in expression flashed across Oink's face, but he concealed it well, believing that he hadn't been seen through by the other party. "Is that your second question?" A second later, he maintained a calm tone and asked.
"No." Brother Jue smiled, consciously responding to Oink with a meaningful smile, and continued, "The second question… whatever this mirror transforms into later… anyway, is it a threat to us?"
"Yes, and a very big threat…" Oink paused, then added, "In fact, I came here to remind you of this. I've delivered my message, and now… I must take my leave."
After saying that, Oink disappeared from everyone's sight as if he had teleported, without waving his sleeves or taking away a single cloud.
"Hmm… that pig head seems to have mastered some kind of ultra-high-performance movement technique…" The Blood Corpse God's eyes wandered. "He's got some skill…"
"I've already figured out his trick, I'll explain it to you later." As Feng Bujue spoke, he turned back and glanced at the Liuhe Mirror.
At this time, the entity of the mirror had already disappeared, replaced by… an ever-expanding, mirror-like twisted blood abyss. Everyone present (and the Blood Corpse God) could clearly feel that the blood abyss was absorbing the surrounding energy, and that power was constantly pouring out from within it.
"Well… I think… you guys should retreat first." As Brother Jue spoke, he turned around and walked towards the Liuhe Mirror. "If nothing goes wrong, Little Tan will be able to finish the scenario soon. But just in case, let's try to avoid everyone risking their lives."
"You…" Ruoyu wanted to ask, "What are you going to do?" But she quickly thought of another way to ask, "...Are you going to jump in?"
"Heh…" Feng Bujue turned his head and gave her a smile. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
…………
Time returns to the present.
Somewhere in the northeast of Heyue Town, another life-or-death battle is already on the verge of erupting.
"Ha! Hahahahaha…" Fei Kouwei Wang, who had already thought that he would definitely lose, suddenly changed his expression and laughed loudly as he was about to unleash his ultimate move, "...Truly, heaven is helping me!"
The reason why he said this was because he had discovered with delight that his skill restrictions had been lifted while he was channeling his power.
"You seem…" Wang Tanzhi's expression at this time appeared very cold, "...To have ignited the hope of victory again."
"Hmph…" Fei Kouwei Wang raised the knife in his hand. "It's not igniting hope… but having complete confidence!"
"So confident…" Little Tan keenly sensed something. "Could it be…" He quickly glanced at the sky. "Has the restriction effect of the barrier disappeared?"
"You guessed it!" Fei Kouwei Wang shouted, suddenly rising up.
Having regained all of his combat power, his confidence exploded, and his aura was like a rainbow. He believed that Little Tan was definitely no match for him.
"So what… if that's the case…" Wang Tanzhi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a spiritual weapon burning with black flames appeared on his right wrist. His figure also became blurred in an instant.
Shhh—
Whoosh—
In the next second, the sound of the wind suddenly rose.
Figures, interlaced.
But knives and swords, never touched.
The tyrant blade released its power, and the air currents exploded.
The sleeve sword declared its sharpness, and the black flames extinguished.
These two moves, which should have been evenly matched, did not produce a result of mutual destruction. This was only because one of the two who faced each other was a knife-wielder, while the other… was an assassin.
"No… impossible…" Fei Kouwei Wang, whose figure reappeared, lowered his head and looked in shock at the hole burned by black flames on his left chest, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"I don't know why you had the illusion that 'after my skills recover, I will be able to win against the person in front of me.'" Wang Tanzhi said to his opponent's back without turning his head, "But I think… I have already proved with my actions that you are wrong."
After Little Tan said this rather cool line, Fei Kouwei Wang's survival value also ran out.
The captain of the First Division of Corpse Blades… fell to the ground in despair, quickly turning into white light.
[Current mission completed, all main missions completed]
[You have completed this scenario, automatic teleportation in 180 seconds]
The system prompt announced the end of the mission and the scenario, and also announced the result of the competition.
At the time, probably no one would have thought that Fei Kouwei Wang's fall would be regarded as a symbol in the near future…
In this scene, what fell was not just a Corpse Blade player, nor just a team, but the entire Corpse Blade Studio, and its many related industries.
After this day, they not only left the stage of the Pinnacle of Glory S2 in disappointment, but also gradually faded from people's sight and became history…