Chapter 201 – What Did You Just Say? Speak Nicely, Don’t Make a Move

Scarlet smoke began to surge from the edges of the City Without a Roof, rushing like waves towards the central pyramid.

Lin Zhiqin led Lu Yuan towards the pyramid. Behind them, the thick, milk-like scarlet smoke surged quickly, as if a dam had burst.

“Something’s wrong!”

While running, Lin Zhiqin suddenly spoke up, “The flow speed of this smoke is unusual, much faster than in other areas!”

Lu Yuan had already noticed this.

He surveyed the entire area with his mental power and could clearly “see” that the scarlet smoke in their zone was moving about four times faster than in other areas.

Many people along the way were caught off guard, swallowed by the dense smoke before they had time to react.

The number of titles displayed on the large screen above was decreasing rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

Lu Yuan could guess a few things and looked up towards the top of the pyramid.

But his gaze only lingered briefly on a figure sitting on the Iron Spear Throne before quickly settling on the Goat Head statue, which occupied nearly a third of the underground space’s dome.

He could sense…

The faintly hostile, mysterious will within the statue that had been harbored against him before seemed to have disappeared now.

It was still there.

However, it seemed to be calling, eagerly awaiting Lu Yuan’s arrival…

Lu Yuan took a gentle breath and said nothing.

The two of them proceeded along the straight street. Along the way, there were people fighting, and some even attacked them.

Lu Yuan didn’t mind. Once he activated his composite version of the Amitabha Golden Garment, he could ignore most ranged attacks.

Close combat was simpler; he could handle it with ease.

However, Lin Zhiqin, who was with him, looked a bit battered, always on high alert to avoid the “cold arrows” that could appear at any moment.

Lu Yuan thought about it and simply grabbed a large chunk from the corner of a nearby building as they passed by.

Holding it in his hand, he would tear off a piece and throw it whenever someone appeared.

With tens of tons of strength, combined with the martial deity strength, even a casually thrown rock could have the effect of a cannonball.

“Bang!”

Lin Zhiqin watched as a muscular man, holding an alloy shield and approaching with a grim expression, was struck by a stone thrown by Lu Yuan.

The alloy shield dented deeply at the center, and the man, with a loud “boom,” was sent flying backward as if hit by a grenade launcher, soaring seven or eight meters away.

It was only then that Lin Zhiqin faintly realized the extent of Lu Yuan’s current strength.

His face, hidden under the mask, was filled with shock and disbelief.

Eventually, the shock turned into numbness.

Using his “exquisite” throwing skills, Lu Yuan led Lin Zhiqin to the vicinity of the pyramid.

The giant pyramid loomed in the distance, with a long staircase leading straight up to a small platform at mid-height.

At the base of the pyramid on all four sides, blood warriors were engaged in fierce combat.

The two of them gradually slowed down and did not immediately join the fray.

Lin Zhiqin gazed at the chaotic battle on the pyramid’s stairs, his expression slightly grim. “The ladder match is the most crucial part.

On the stairs, there’s no place to hide and no way to retreat. You can only keep defeating your opponents, moving upward…

The one who reaches the top will be the winner of the Ultimate Blood Battle.

Lu Yuan, next we should…”

“Coach!”

“Hmm?!”

Lin Zhiqin was suddenly interrupted by Lu Yuan.

Looking up, he found Lu Yuan quietly staring at him.

“Why don’t you… wait here for a bit.”

Lu Yuan pondered for a moment and then said to him.

“Uh…”

Lin Zhiqin was slightly taken aback, not quite understanding.

Then, he heard Lu Yuan say in a low voice, “I’ll be right back… very soon.”

As soon as Lu Yuan finished speaking, an unusually oppressive feeling suddenly pressed down on Lin Zhiqin’s heart, like the low pressure before a storm, making it hard for him to catch his breath.

“Hiss-“

Lu Yuan took a deep breath. His massive body slightly expanded and began to crouch, assuming a position as if about to exert force…

In the next second.

“Boom!”

Lin Zhiqin staggered violently, the ground with a diameter of nearly ten meters beneath him shattering instantly, with earth and stones flying everywhere…

The terrifying shockwave created a gust of wind at the spot, blowing Lin Zhiqin’s clothes backward, sticking tightly to his body.

In utter shock, Lin Zhiqin saw Lu Yuan vanish into thin air next to him.

And then, almost as quickly… he reappeared on the steps of the pyramid.

…

“Boom!”

Lu Yuan landed in a classic “superhero arrival” pose.

It was as if a meteor had struck, hitting the base of the pyramid with a resounding crash.

The terrifying shockwave from his landing scattered the nearby brawling crowd, blowing them away.

The sudden and dramatic entrance stunned the blood warriors around the pyramid, causing the chaotic battle to pause momentarily.

“It’s the Feast Eater! Kill him first!”

After a brief silence, someone shouted in a trembling voice.

The others snapped out of their daze and charged towards Lu Yuan.

Without sparing them a glance, Lu Yuan’s eyes remained fixed on the top of the pyramid.

Killer Move! [Dragon Shield]!

Lu Yuan’s body moved, his aura unleashed, transforming into a Dragon Form as he charged upwards.

The blood warriors in his path were knocked away one after another.

The further up he went, the fewer people there were.

With a few swift movements, Lu Yuan reached the small platform at the midpoint of the pyramid.

Just as he was about to continue upwards…

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-“

The sound of sleeves tearing through the air reached his ears.

From three other directions on the small platform, three figures almost simultaneously appeared.

One was a young man in thick black protective suit, holding a scarlet longblade, his face twisted with a bloodthirsty expression.

The other was a bald strongman, his muscles gnarled like old tree roots, his veins bulging and twisted, giving him an exaggeratedly powerful look.

The last one was a middle-aged man in a white shirt and black trousers, slightly balding, looking like a retired government official.

He held a thermos cup filled with goji berries in one hand.

In the other, his hand hung naturally at his side, with scarlet blood dripping steadily from between his fingers.

“Young man… you’re too hasty.”

The bald middle-aged man nonchalantly twisted open the lid of his blood-stained thermos cup and took a light sip of tea.

He cast a semi-smiling gaze at Lu Yuan, but his eyes were filled with cold and ruthless intent.

As soon as the three men arrived, they unanimously pointed their weapons at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan took a quick glance at them, his calm face remaining unperturbed.

He turned his head, intending to keep moving upwards.

“Kill!”

Suddenly, a fierce blade aura slashed diagonally, narrowly missing Lu Yuan’s shoulder.

It struck the steps ahead of him, the hard stone steps slicing away like tofu, falling in large silent chunks.

The young man in a protective suit, wielding a scarlet longblade, blocked Lu Yuan from above, glaring at him coldly.

Without changing his expression, Lu Yuan raised his hand and pushed his palm towards the young man.

The latter didn’t even glance at him, swinging his longblade towards Lu Yuan.

Driven by inner strength, the scarlet longblade emitted a faint red glow, as if soaked in fresh blood.

The intense blade aura radiating from the longblade made Lu Yuan’s skin tingle even through his composite version of the Amitabha Golden Garment.

In an instant, he switched from a push to a grab, unleashing Crane Style Killer Move Lv2 [Mistaken Plucking of Immortal Orchid], adding the True Intent of the Spirit Crane…

“Clink clank—”

Lu Yuan’s slender fingers repeatedly tapped the blade of the scarlet longblade, producing crisp, melodious sounds. Seizing the moment while the young man was stunned by the True Intent, Lu Yuan quickly struck him twice more.

And then…

“Bang! Bang!”

The young man staggered back two steps, creating two large dents on the steps.

He quickly regained his footing, shaking his head as if nothing had happened. The scarlet longblade in his hand remained intact, radiating a menacing glow.

“Hmm?!”

Lu Yuan lightly furrowed his brow, suddenly recalling the red supply crates that had previously dropped.

“Ha ha, young man…”

Behind Lu Yuan, the bald middle-aged man laughed, holding his thermos cup. “He’s wearing a Level A protective suit and wielding a Rainbow Steel weapon. You still think you can break his blade and kill him? That’s just too… hmm?!!”

Before the bald middle-aged man could finish his sentence, Lu Yuan suddenly flashed and appeared in front of the violent young man.

His five fingers bent, clawing fiercely.

But this time, the muscles on his arm seemed to suddenly tense, and the blood-colored Lotus Eye on his back seemed to flicker open.

An indescribable and terrifying strength erupted from Lu Yuan’s fingers, creating a series of fine explosive sounds in the air.

He grabbed the scarlet longblade, and with a twist of his fingers…

“Crunch, crunch—”

The razor-sharp scarlet longblade was forcefully twisted into a twisted fragment by his claw.

Then, with a swift turn of his hand, he delivered a heavy palm strike to the violent young man’s chest.

“Smack!”

The thick protective suit the young man wore exploded into pieces instantly, his chest caving in. His eyeballs bulged outward, and without uttering a sound, he was sent flying like a rocket.

“Clang—”

Lu Yuan casually tossed the now twisted and unrecognizable Rainbow Steel longblade to the ground, pulling the remaining fragments of Level A protective suit from his fingers. He looked at the bald middle-aged man calmly and said, “What were you saying just now?”

“Uh, uh…”

The bald middle-aged man stared at Lu Yuan in shock, his throat seemingly clogged by a huge goji berry, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Finally, he shouted, “Attack together and take him down first!”

“Roar!”

The bald strongman, who had been waiting on the side, let out a low roar and charged fiercely at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged, and threw a punch at the strongman.

Killer Move! Lv2 [Crane Shadow Float]!

Although the crane style legacy wasn’t the most powerful, this particular move, Crane Shadow Float, was the strongest killer move he could currently perform!

“Boom!”

With the true intent enhancing Lv2 [Crane Shadow Float], his punch collided violently with the bald strongman’s fist.

At the point of impact, a visible shockwave spread out, emitting a deep and oppressive boom, causing even the bald middle-aged man holding the thermos cup to momentarily lose his footing, his face showing discomfort.

Lu Yuan’s body swayed slightly, his expression unchanging.

The bald strongman, however, stumbled back two steps before finally stopping, breathing heavily.

“Hm?!”

Lu Yuan was slightly surprised to see the bald strongman still standing.

Although Lu Yuan’s previous punch had just been a straightforward combination of True Intent and a killer move, without tapping into his ultimate exertion of strength, the boxing power at that moment had still been around thirty to forty tons.

Under normal circumstances, his opponents would be obliterated instantly; yet this bald strongman could withstand it?

Interesting.

After taking a few steps back, the bald strongman didn’t hesitate. With a ferocious expression, he pulled out two vials of light red Potion from behind him and injected them directly into his neck.

As the Potion entered his system, his breathing became rapid, and “creak creak” he began to grow even more muscular.

“Roar!”

With blood-red eyes, the bald strongman let out a roar and charged at Lu Yuan with a powerful punch.

This punch was faster and stronger than before. The fierce wind generated by the punch even blew the loose stones around Lu Yuan rolling.

Rather than retreat, Lu Yuan met the punch head-on.

The Spirit Crane’s True Intent + Lv2 [Crane Shadow Float] + ultimate exertion of fifty tons of boxing power!

“Boom!”

Their fists collided, producing an explosive sound.

The ground beneath them shattered, and the terrifying aftermath of their clash rippled through the ground, leaving countless alarming cracks on the pyramid steps.

“Whoosh—”

Lu Yuan exhaled and slowly flexed his right arm.

The bald strongman staggered back half a step.

Then, trembling all over, he pulled out not one but five more of the same red Potions and injected them all into his body at once.

“Roar!”

With the Potions coursing through him, the bald strongman’s body suddenly swelled dramatically, his physique becoming exaggeratedly muscular like a biological war machine.

Veins the thickness of fingers snaked across his muscles, making him appear both terrifying and dreadful.

He emitted an indescribably terrifying aura, roaring loudly like a berserk beast.

The Bald Middle-aged Man watching from the side was exhilarated. “Yes, yes! Just like that, beat him to death! Kill him, beat him to a pulp!”

Lu Yuan’s eyes were also gleaming.

It was rare for him to encounter a strength-based opponent who could face off against him head-on.

The last one was the Molybdenum Demon, and this bald strongman was the second.

“Come on!”

Lu Yuan’s eyes flashed with brilliance as golden martial deity strength began to ripple across his body.

He threw a punch at the bald strongman, nearly unleashing his peak strike in his Second Rank Transformation state.

The bald strongman, not to be outdone, delivered a twisted snarl and swung his own fist down.

“Hit him! Beat him to death! Turn him into pulp!” The Bald Middle-aged Man, holding his thermos cup, urged excitedly.

However.

Just as their fists collided for the third time…

Suddenly…

The exaggerated shape of the bald strongman, much like an overfilled water balloon, exploded with a thunderous “boom” under the slightest pressure from the terrifying external force!

“Uh…”

The exhilarated expression on the Bald Middle-aged Man’s face froze, as he was sprayed head-to-toe with blood and flesh.

His mouth gaped open, and he stood there dumbfounded, a look of utter shock on his face.

“What a pity…”

Lu Yuan retracted his fist with a hint of regret, shaking his head slightly.

He had thought he had finally met a rare worthy opponent, but it turned out the bald strongman was all show and no substance.

Even as they fought, Lu Yuan had sensed the bald strongman’s body was on the verge of collapse. Had Lu Yuan not thrown that punch, the strongman would likely have soon died from his body rupturing anyway.

As he watched the bald strongman’s body slowly fall, Lu Yuan smoothly shifted his gaze to the last person on the platform.

Holding his thermos cup, the Bald Middle-aged Man, who had been standing there in a daze, shuddered instinctively as he felt Lu Yuan’s gaze upon him.

But…

He quickly composed himself again.

“Young man.”

The Bald Middle-aged Man gently placed his thermos cup down, his expression calm as he looked at Lu Yuan. He spoke each word seriously, “You should consider yourself fortunate. Because you will be the first in nearly a decade to witness my true power…”

“Whoosh—”

“Bang!”

Before the last few words left the Bald Middle-aged Man’s mouth, Lu Yuan’s silhouette suddenly appeared at the edge of the small platform.

With a calm demeanor, Lu Yuan extended his right hand and tightly grasped the neck of the middle-aged man, who was caught in the middle of a desperate escape attempt.

The Bald Middle-aged Man’s face turned deathly pale, filled with terror. Struggling and shouting, he pleaded, “I am the Fox Shadow Style’s current sect leader. Please, show some mercy. Let’s talk this through, please, whatever you do, don’t be rash!…”