Chapter 256 – Super Killer Move… Combo! I Swear I’ll Report This!

A figure over three meters tall slowly levitated inch by inch amid the dispersing smoke and dust…

Until it floated level with the handsome man on the sixth stone pillar, facing him from afar.

A flawless body as profound as the night.

Vast networks of scarlet blood vessels, resembling the root systems of some red plant, etched intricate and dense patterns on the black surface—patterns that looked both like eyes and flowers.

These patterns extended all the way to the sides of his cheeks.

His eyes were pure silver.

Meters of long black hair spread out wildly, suspended silently in the air like a decayed cloak, or like black flames quietly ablaze.

Lu Yuan floated quietly in mid-air, with large swaths of air around him distorting.

Contrary to the innately regal demeanor of the King of Ancient Brent, he now exuded an eerie, sinister aura, radiating an inexplicable demonic allure from head to toe.

It was as if an ancient seal had been broken, and the forbidden existence, sleeping in the legends, had awakened and quietly descended upon the world…

Lu Yuan silently perceived the changes upon entering the Perfect Form after First Limit Break [Demon].

On the panel, the four basic attributes had disappeared.

Instead, [Perfect Form after First Limit Break—Demon] was shown, with the addition of an lv2 mark.

A number silently fluctuated—[109], [108]…

“The strength level of the [Demon] form is determined based on the average value of the four basic attributes? Or perhaps it’s only as strong as the weakest link…”

His current four basic attributes were all above 22 points, so the panel displayed the level lv2 [Demon] form.

The duration was correspondingly extended by 20 seconds.

Every cell released pure life energy, surging through his body like a mountain flood…

“About twice as powerful as last time…”

Lu Yuan’s five fingers slowly clenched into a fist, his silver eyes calmly observing the handsome man before him.

In the next instant, he abruptly disappeared—as if teleporting, he reappeared right in front of the man.

In the [Demon] form, the technique [ultimate exertion] was integrated into his instincts. There was no need for deliberate activation.

Lu Yuan raised his hand, and the scarlet vein patterns on his flawless body rapidly expanded. His muscles showed no swelling.

Yet, the air around his fist suddenly collapsed.

Punch!

“Boom!”

Accompanied by a dull roar, a massive wave of white air burst out in mid-air.

As the wave spread to the square below, where six stone pillars stood, the heaps of corpses collapsed into dust and scattered with the wind.

When the airwave dissipated, Lu Yuan in [Demon] form remained in his punching stance, his form leaning forward.

However, his punch had been lightly blocked by the handsome man’s hand covered in black feathers.

The latter’s face was expressionless, and his ashen eyes showed no emotional fluctuation.

He looked indifferently at Lu Yuan, as if observing an insect that had accidentally climbed onto the armrest of his throne.

Lu Yuan stepped back, his expression calm.

The failed attack seemed not to affect him in the slightest.

“Beyond emissary level…SSS? …Or higher.”

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, yet his spirit remained as cold as ever.

On the panel, the countdown timer continued to decrease.

Lu Yuan glanced at it and then looked at the sovereign-like man before him, shouting, “Hey.”

The man moved his gaze to look at him.

“Won’t you explain the form of the trial?”

Lu Yuan asked bluntly, expressionless.

The handsome man replied indifferently, “Survive one strike from me and harm me once, and you pass. You’ve already achieved the first point…”

“Oh. Harm you once…”

Lu Yuan nodded, muttering thoughtfully, then looked up.

His demonic face gradually twisted into a snarl, as if smiling.

“That’s very… simple!”

The final three words were drawn out abruptly.

The moment the words fell, Lu Yuan appeared above the handsome man again.

His more-than-three-meter-tall demonic body fully stretched.

The surrounding air warped inward, collapsing into a distorted shape.

Invisible vortices formed around him, quickly converging on his right fist.

A terrifying sense of oppression emerged, casting a dim shadow over the entire square.

Even Xie Jun and the other two watching from afar felt an indescribable discomfort under this oppressive aura, as though they were suffocating under the low pressure before a storm.

As this aura reached its peak, the light in Lu Yuan’s silver eyes burst forth. He raised his right fist high, his black hair wildly flaring as if he were holding up a collapsing void.

“Super Killer Move…—Domain Power!”

“Boom!”

As he punched, the light in the space seemed to dim noticeably.

The handsome man looked up, his cold eyes reflecting Lu Yuan’s rapidly magnifying, terrifying punch.

Yet, there was still not a flicker of emotion in his gaze.

“Boom!”

The sound was like thunder striking the earth.

An unprecedentedly terrifying shockwave spread out.

In the square, countless corpses suddenly rose into the air, disintegrating into ash.

The ground cracked, earth and stones upheaved, and the surrounding five stone pillars simultaneously collapsed.

The entire space’s air vibrated intensely, as if the land’s heart had been struck.

From afar, Xie Jun and the other two almost puked blood from the discomfort.

However…

As the commotion subsided, the scene at the center of the battlefield became clear.

Xie Jun and the others, just starting to regain their composure, froze, and a deep sense of despair filled their eyes.

They saw the King of Ancient Brent, the handsome man, suspending above the sixth and now only standing stone pillar. He held Lu Yuan’s blood-red veined fist lightly in his palm.

His expression remained unchanged, and his body appeared unmoved or unshifted in the slightest.

He calmly looked at Lu Yuan and uttered a few words in Ancient Spirit Language: “Weak and clumsy.”

An indescribable aura of invincibility emanated from him.

Yet, Lu Yuan didn’t seem disheartened at all.

“Is that so?”

Lu Yuan’s mouth tugged into a smile.

In the next instant, the silver light in his eyes shone even brighter.

“[Super Killer Move—Domain Power]!”

“[Super Killer Move—Domain Power]!”

“[Super Killer Move…]”

Lu Yuan unleashed a second punch with explosive force, followed by a third, a fourth…

Each punch was as ferocious as the first.

The phenomenon of collapsing voids bloomed like fireworks and extinguished just as quickly, while thunderous strikes relentlessly pounded the earth…

“Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Lu Yuan continued to punch without pause, the blood-red veins on his flawless demon body spreading wildly, nearly covering his entire form.

His several-meter-long black hair billowed fiercely in the wind, like a battle flag flapping wildly behind him.

Terrifying shockwaves rippled out, spreading through the air and ground like water waves.

The entire world seemed to shake.

With each punch, Lu Yuan exerted the full power of [Super Killer Move—Domain Power].

After delivering nine consecutive punches, his demonic body was nearly covered in blood-red veins, and tiny droplets of blood began to seep through.

Abruptly, Lu Yuan stopped his punching motion.

With his arms spread wide, he drew in the swirling vortex of death energy in the sky.

The rolling death energy converged upon him.

Half of it transformed into a torrent, a grand and surging dark river.

The other half merged with an unknown light, transforming into vividly lifelike crows of death energy.

The dark river descended from the heavens, and tens of thousands of crows of death energy silently crossed it.

In the haze, it seemed as if a pale full moon rose behind Lu Yuan.

He extended his arms and then brought them together, striking a domineering pose and putting a final touch to this scene.

“[Super Killer Move—Death Message on the Way to the Underworld]!”

“[Super Killer Move—Thousand Crows Salute the Moon]!”

“Super Killer Move…Combo!”

“Boom!”

The immense death energy crashed down, engulfing the figure of the man standing on the sixth stone pillar entirely.

Crows of death energy swarmed in, fueling the overwhelming force.

The ground continued to tremble, and the viscous death energy flooded everything. Even the residual waves falling to the ground lifted thick layers of soil and rock, pushing them outward in all directions.

Xie Jun and the other two stood in a daze, staring at the scene before them.

Their eyes were filled with deep bewilderment.

Everything before them, along with the seemingly endless stream of descending data, made it hard to distinguish reality from illusion at this moment.

Lu Yuan floated quietly in mid-air, observing the death energy waterfall he had conjured.

The blood-red veins covering his body gradually began to fade, and his slightly damaged demonic body started to rapidly heal after the “Strength Overload.”

On his panel, the countdown had reached [65].

With a calm expression, he softly muttered to himself, “This time… it should be enough, right?”

He wasn’t sure at what level his recent super killer move combo had struck.

But it was nearly his true limit at this stage.

If this couldn’t hurt…

“Ugh…”

Just as the thoughts were swirling in Lu Yuan’s mind, his gaze suddenly froze.

He saw it.

Amid the rapidly receding death energy waterfall, a figure gradually emerged.

It was the elegant and noble King of Ancient Brent.

At this moment, his crow-feather-covered body adorned a magnificent and stately black armor.

The armor bore many signs of wear and tear, and in some places, there were even noticeable damages.

However… these marks were quickly vanishing.

“An intriguing amount of strength…”

The man examined the damaged areas meticulously.

Once the entire armor had reformed and was pristine again, he lifted his head, looking at Lu Yuan with an appreciative gaze, and sincerely praised, “Very impressive, but still just a tad short.”

The man extended his hand, indicating the thickness of his armor, his handsome face showing a look of regret.

Lu Yuan was stunned.

A few moments later, he regained his composure.

Without a word, he turned and descended.

By this time, the death energy waterfall in the sky had completely dissipated, along with the sixth stone pillar and the entire square full of corpses below.

What remained was a massive crater on the ground.

And the man hovered above this enormous pit.

Lu Yuan descended onto a nearby piece of ruins, sitting cross-legged with his several-meter-long black hair spilling around him.

“Given up already?” the man hovering in mid-air asked, looking down at him.

Lu Yuan lifted his head, squinted his eyes, and slowly shook his head.

“No, I’m just thinking about how I can leave an imprint of my foot or hand on that pompous face of yours. I swear…”

He spoke in a low voice, “The next time I see her… I’ll definitely complain.”

“Uh…”

This time, it was the man’s turn to be stunned.

Lu Yuan ignored him, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile…

On his panel…

The countdown for the [demon] form had dwindled to… [50] seconds.

…

“Whoosh—”

A figure sped through the air, suddenly coming to a halt.

Suspended in mid-air like an eternal glacier, Han Xun paused.

He could feel terrifying waves of energy ahead, each like an immense hammer.

Even his eternally calm face showed slight signs of disturbance.

“Interesting…”

He murmured softly.

Then his right arm began to glow.

Masses of icy blue fluid flowed from beneath his black combat suit, swiftly coalescing into a massive, several-meter-long sword that was entirely icy blue, radiating an astonishing chill.

Gripping the hilt with his right hand, the blade pointing downwards, he continued to fly in his predetermined direction with an expression of serene determination.