Chapter 198 – One Against a Thousand!

Lu Yuan broke the glass of the firebox and casually took out the steel knife inside.

The blade, including the handle, was a total of 1.1 meters long, with some patterns from the steel forging process.

The edge was sharpened and looked very sharp.

Unfortunately, it was of no use to Lu Yuan.

He casually swung the long knife through the air twice, producing a sharp whooshing sound.

He used a bit of force.

“Crash——”

The entire long knife suddenly shattered and broke apart, with fragments clattering to the ground.

“Light as a feather with no feeling at all, like a toy.”

“And I haven’t learned any techniques for using cold weapons.”

Although mastering one aspect of martial arts can lead to mastery of many, and many cold weapon martial arts actually evolve from barehanded techniques.

But to temporarily change his combat habits for the slight increase in lethality from a cold weapon would be like putting shackles on himself.

Lu Yuan dropped the knife handle and glanced into the convenience store next to him.

He saw many high-energy foods and drinks on the shelves, and a small medical kit in the corner by the entrance.

It contained emergency bandages and the like.

Lu Yuan habitually wanted to look for a backpack.

Suddenly…

“Whoosh——”

The sound of air being pierced by a sharp object.

Lu Yuan suddenly turned his head…

“Buzz——”

A short spear, about a foot long with a sharp tip, was tightly grasped in his hand.

The shaft of the spear was still trembling slightly.

With a blank expression, he looked up.

He saw a young man holding several short spears standing behind a second-floor window, about tens of meters to his right front.

Upon realizing he was locked in by Lu Yuan’s gaze, the young man not only didn’t hide but instead gave a wicked smile and made a throat-cutting gesture towards Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan flicked his wrist.

The muscles in his right arm bulged instantly, then relaxed just as quickly.

Like a bowstring being pulled taut and then released.

With a thud, the short spear in his hand disappeared.

A visible white stream of air shot out at an unbelievable speed, extending between Lu Yuan and the young man. The latter’s face changed slightly, and he was just about to dodge.

The window, along with the surrounding cement wall, suddenly exploded with a “boom.”

It was like being hit by some kind of shockwave.

Then the young man completely disappeared, leaving only the faint sound of crashing and clattering from inside the house.

Feast Eater, Victory Points +1.

“First, find Coach Lin’s location.”

Lu Yuan had already looked away as he casually threw out the short spear.

His mental power spread out, quickly scanning in the direction he remembered Lin Zhiqin being when they entered.

Just as he released his mental power.

Above the pyramid, a faint red light seemed to flash in the hollow eyes of the giant three-eyed goat head sculpture.

Below the goat head, the Rage King, seated on his throne, appeared to receive some kind of signal.

Under the black iron mask, a pair of eyes as large as bronze bells suddenly shot out a fierce light, locking onto a figure in the City Without a Roof below.

“Found you, Defiler!”

The silver-masked man beside him immediately understood.

Quickly, on the huge virtual screen behind, the name “Feast Eater” changed from 1 Victory Point to 501 Points.

The combat screens surrounding the underground space simultaneously shifted to show various angles of a tall young man wearing a three-eyed goat head mask.

His exact location in the City Without a Roof was faithfully displayed.

The audience, initially confused, quickly erupted into greater excitement and passion, thinking this was some kind of special event prepared by the organizers of the blood battle.

Many blood warriors in the City Without a Roof also saw this scene.

Their expressions became strange.

Many silently changed direction, quickly heading towards the location of the “Feast Eater” shown on the screen.

Even those in the midst of battle, upon noticing this sudden change, stopped fighting with tacit understanding and redirected their weapons.

The Rage King watched as large numbers of figures in the vast City Without a Roof surged towards a single location, where a certain figure at the center seemed about to be overwhelmed.

His eyes showed mocking and coldness.

“I’d like to see if your skills are as big as your courage!”

“Oh?”

Lu Yuan noticed the changes on the virtual screens above the dome and paused.

Seeing his own “heroic figure” appear on the big screen was a bit surprising.

“I’m on TV.”

“Have I been discovered?”

Under his Mental Power scan, Lu Yuan sensed that a large number of Bloody Battle participants were rushing towards him.

Their urgency and excitement were like a swarm of sharks smelling blood.

“Feast Eater, 501 Points.”

“Defeating or killing me is worth five hundred times more than anyone else. Everyone wants to hit the jackpot with me, huh…”

Lu Yuan squinted and looked towards the top of the pyramid building.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the Rage King, seated on the Throne, also looking at him.

Their gazes met.

Lu Yuan smiled, turned, and continued towards Lin Zhiqin’s location.

He turned into a narrow alley.

The sound of hurried footsteps and whizzing noises kept ringing in his ears.

With his Mental Power spread out, dozens of figures surrounding him from all directions were clearly depicted in his mind.

At the end of the alley.

Several figures suddenly appeared.

Each wore a different mask, wielding various cold weapons, their eyes cold and expressions hostile.

Lu Yuan’s expression remained calm as he continued walking forward.

The people opposite him showed a hint of surprise, but it quickly turned into cruelty.

Their steps gradually quickened.

From above.

In the narrow alley, a solitary tall young man and three ambushers from both ends of the alley closed in, about to clash.

This cinematic scene was faithfully recorded on the giant virtual screens.

The audience’s emotions surged, each letting out urgent shouts.

The three ambushers suddenly sped up, charging towards the blocked young man, their weapons reflecting a cold light under the brighter-than-day lights.

As a blade battle in the alley was about to erupt, many held their breath in anticipation.

And then, in the next second…

“Swish—” The screen seemed to flicker for a moment.

Not even a second later.

When it returned to normal, the scene showed—

The young man, who had been blocked, had already walked out of the Alley, still maintaining that calm and unhurried demeanor.

Behind him… were three figures, each twisted in varying degrees of agony, lying on the ground and groaning in pain…

“Whoosh—”

Just as Lu Yuan was about to encounter the three ahead, he suddenly accelerated forward.

He didn’t make any specific movements, simply moving straight through the three of them.

His shoulders, arms, and knees collided forcefully with their bodies, transmitting immense impact through the physical contact…

“Crack, crack—”

Those were the sounds of bones fracturing in an instant…

He walked out of the Alley.

The three who had surrounded him were already lying on the ground.

Outside the Alley was a road.

At this moment, seven or eight figures were standing there.

They stared at Lu Yuan’s back, eyes filled with intense apprehension.

But soon, that apprehension was suppressed by ferocity and brutality.

More people were hurrying towards this location.

Lu Yuan’s calm gaze swept over these eight individuals.

Two were unarmed, while the rest held various cold weapons. One of them even wore something resembling a motorcycle helmet.

“A level three helmet?”

Lu Yuan winked at the Helmeted Man.

The latter, after making eye contact with him, immediately charged forward, the long blade in his hand flashing with a faint white light.

It tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

This was clearly a martial artist master level opponent who had developed inner strength.

Lu Yuan’s expression remained unchanged, his eyelashes gently fluttered by the wind from the blade.

His arm suddenly sprang up like a coil, striking first despite coming later. Before the opponent’s long blade could fall, his fist had already abruptly imprinted on the man’s chest.

More than fifteen tons of force exploded in that single punch!

“Crack!”

The Helmeted Man’s chest caved in dramatically, Lu Yuan’s fist almost halfway into him.

Without a sound, blood spurted out from under the helmet like an arrow, and the man was flung backward like a trash can hit by a speeding truck…

With a “whoosh,” he flew a dozen meters and crashed into a shop on the opposite side of the street, disappearing completely from sight.

The two ambushers closest to the Helmeted Man were horrified, their movements momentarily frozen.

However, the others’ attacks had already started to rain down on Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan took a light breath.

The next second…

“Boom!”

A sound like a dragon’s roar seemed to echo through the scene.

A dazzling golden Dragon Shadow flashed across the field.

Seven ambushers simultaneously exploded, as if they had all struck a detonating bomb, flying in all directions.

They fell to the ground, unconscious.

In the middle of the seven, a visible white Dragon Form shockwave was slowly dissipating.

At the end of the Dragon Form’s trajectory.

Lu Yuan stood quietly.

As calm as ever.

Killer Move! [Dragon Shield]!

“Snap!”

Lu Yuan’s body suddenly trembled slightly.

A flicker of emotion crossed his eyes.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a small figure that had somehow appeared in front of him.

The figure was holding a six-inch long hexagonal military spike, trying to thrust it fiercely into Lu Yuan’s side…

But despite the figure’s hands bulging with veins from the effort, the spike couldn’t penetrate more than half a centimeter into Lu Yuan’s skin.

The figure felt as if he was stabbing a thick iron ingot. Under the monkey mask, his face was drenched in sweat, pale as a sheet.

His eyes were filled with utter disbelief.

“Why… won’t it go in?”

Lu Yuan did not answer.

Expressionless, he slightly raised his hand…

“Bang!”

The next second, a cracked concrete pit appeared at his feet, with the monkey mask man lying face down quietly inside, still clutching his hexagonal military spike.

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

The sound of the air being cut continuously rang in his ears.

One figure after another appeared in Lu Yuan’s view.

These were the blood warriors who had heard the commotion.

Their blood surged, and beneath their masks were faces twisted with excitement and ferocity.

To the blood warriors, Lu Yuan was like an irresistibly enticing piece of cake.

Each one of them wanted… a big bite of him.

“Plop!”

A drop of water fell onto the concrete road, spreading into a dark gray circle.

Then a second drop, a third…

“It’s raining…”

Lu Yuan slowly looked up, a bit surprised to see raindrops falling from above.

This Bloody Battle had even incorporated a real-time weather system.

The rain quickly intensified, pattering on the ground and forming small puddles.

Lu Yuan stood alone in the middle of the dilapidated road. Around him, on the road, on the rooftops of shops, at the mouth of the Alley…

More and more figures appeared.

The atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.

No one spoke; everyone just silently watched Lu Yuan.

With the same… predatory gaze, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

Lu Yuan lowered his eyelids slightly, cold rainwater streaming down his hair and body.

Yet his gaze remained as calm as ever.

“One against a thousand, huh?”

“What a… novel experience!”

“Boom!”

The next second, the rainwater in the middle of the road suddenly exploded, bursting into a cloud of mist.

Within the mist, a brilliant golden light blossomed.

Then, a golden figure broke through the rain and mist, walking out with ease…