Chapter 277 - 274: Death of the Fourth Turns

Chapter 277: Chapter 274: Death of the Fourth Turns

A roar, muffled by the antimatter explosion, rang out.

The Qi Force erupting from his fist blasted massive ripples across the encroaching antimatter turbulence.

Xiang Hongtu forcefully tore open a narrow vacuum tunnel with sheer strength, but it quickly sealed shut again.

But this momentary breach was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

’If one punch isn’t enough, then I’ll throw ten! A hundred! A thousand! Ten thousand!’

’As long as I keep punching, a path will open before me.’

’I’ll use these invincible iron fists of mine to hammer out a path to survival!’

As the other Fourth Turn Martial Artists watched, Xiang Hongtu charged head-on into the antimatter turbulence.

The immense Qi Force from his punches shielded his body as he forced his way through the chaotic energy, disappearing from sight.

He wasn’t the only one.

Many of the Fourth Turn Martial Artists present were already desperately trying to figure a way out of this cataclysm.

Like cicadas shedding their golden shells, they sought an escape route. Several figures had already vanished from this space.

’The simplest way to escape this place is spatial teleportation!’

"Hehe, since Xiang Hongtu has already left, I’ll be taking my leave as well. The rest of you, good luck."

"If you die, I’ll bring Ji Donglai’s head to offer a toast to your memory."

A caustic voice, transmitted via Heart Image, suddenly rang out.

Tuoba Yu’s withered knuckles suddenly shone with a jade-white light before he thrust his hand forward in a sharp grabbing motion.

Tuoba Yu’s inheritance, the Empty-Handed Art, had the ability to steal anything within a ten-zhang radius.

This included stealing objects from folded space and even the memories of others.

’In that case, cheating death by stealing myself out of this sea of fire shouldn’t be too difficult.’

As Tuoba Yu reached out, an arm made of pure light appeared from the void and completely enveloped his entire body.

SWOOSH!

In the next instant, his figure switched places with the energy turbulence ten zhang away, placing himself within its chaotic embrace.

’Steal again!’

’Steal again!’

’Steal again!’

By repeatedly using his inheritance,

Tuoba Yu managed to "steal" himself away, disappearing from within the blood-red lotus of the explosion.

...

Meanwhile, among the group from the Land of Blaze.

The Fourth Turn Martial Artists, who had the bodies of ordinary humans, should have died instantly.

Yet now, they were all completely unharmed, enveloped in a faint golden glow.

As Fourth Turn Martial Artists with fragile bodies who relied on Sacrificial Artifacts, they were naturally prepared for unexpected sneak attacks and assassinations.

Fourth Turn Golden Body Sarira: A single-use item that shatters to protect its owner when they face mortal danger. It grants one second of invincibility to one Fourth Turn Martial Artist and any marked Third Turn allies within a ten-meter radius.

This item, practically a national treasure of the Land of Blaze, was now completely used up just to save their lives.

They each carried a similar sarira for the First, Second, Third, and Fourth Turns, but the first three hadn’t reacted at all, apparently lacking the power to deal with this level of threat.

The leading Fourth Turn Martial Artist from the Giant Mountain Super Power Dominator lineage looked at a Disciple protected by the golden light and said:

"Quick, use your Super-Energy Meter to transform into Flash Star and teleport us out of here."

"Right!" a Third Turn Disciple nodded. "I choose you! Flash Star!"

With a great shout, he slammed his palm onto the fluorescent, glowing watch on his wrist, but nothing happened.

"What’s going on?! Damn you, you useless little watch! Why aren’t you working?!" That Third Turn Martial Artist repeatedly slapped the device on his wrist.

And amidst their despair, Baixiaosheng’s words rang in everyone’s minds:

"It’s the Forbidden Demon Domain!"

"The inheritances of Martial Artists below the Third Turn are completely nullified by this superpower’s Forbidden Demon Domain. Not even Third Turn Sacrificial Artifacts are exempt."

Since this was a trap laid with three days and nights of preparation, and while Fang Can was at the Suxin Pavilion working his butt off to buy time for the superhumans...

...Ji Donglai had naturally considered every possible angle.

How could he not have prepared for something like a spatial teleportation inheritance? Before leaving, he’d had the Holy Separator leave behind a Forbidden Demon Domain.

"How can such a ridiculous ability exist? Do the heavens want me dead?" a Third Turn Martial Artist transmitted in utter despair through his Heart Image.

In that long instant, his body had already begun to crumble.

"If Third Turn won’t work, then Fourth Turn will! Primordial Spirit, Universal Renewal! Heaven-Chaos Bracelet, open for me!"

A great roar echoed from the distance. A pale golden light flared, and everyone felt the pressure on their bodies ease.

It was the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet on the wrist of a Fourth Turn Martial Artist from the Lian Tian Sect; it had expanded into a golden energy shield, enveloping everyone and shielding them from the terrifying external pressure.

This artifact had been tempered and blessed by the spiritual light of over a hundred Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artists from the Lian Tian Sect.

It could be called the most versatile Fourth Turn Sacrificial Artifact.

Its powers were nearly all-encompassing, including division, protection, attack, targeting, healing, true damage, teleportation, power enhancement, and enlargement.

The Holy Separator’s Forbidden Demon Domain could seal powers below the Fourth Turn, but it was unable to suppress a Fourth Turn Sacrificial Artifact.

To the joyful surprise of the Martial Artists, the bracelet enveloping them began to shrink, slowly crushed inward by the pressure.

Just as it seemed it was about to break, inside Ji Donglai’s internal space...

Thanks to Baixiaosheng’s broadcast, which everyone was watching, Fang Can felt a jolt of recognition. ’It’s that bracelet.’

’I know that thing all too well.’

’Back during the Tournament of Nations, one of the contestants used it to attack me relentlessly.’

’I can’t believe I’m seeing it again here.’

Meanwhile, back at the ruins of Guiyun Peak, the anonymous Fourth Turn Martial Artist controlling the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet was frantically trying to activate its spatial teleportation ability.

If he were alone, the Fourth Turn Martial Artist could have teleported away in an instant.

But he was greedy and wanted to take every single person there with him.

The expanded Heaven-Chaos Bracelet struggled to resist the terrifying torrent of energy from the outside while simultaneously churning space in an attempt to teleport everyone away.

As the space around them began to shift, the trapped Martial Artists were ecstatic.

"Fantastic! It’s the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet! We’re saved!"

"We’re going to live! You have to get us out of here alive!"

"Hold on, Senior! We’re all counting on you!"

...

Feeling the Heart Images from the various Martial Artists, a smug smile appeared on the Fourth Turn’s face, only to freeze instantly.

A reaper-like figure had appeared behind him.

Ji Donglai had teleported in and was staring mockingly at the Fourth Turn Martial Artist as he channeled his power.

"’Hold on’? Let’s see you try!"

"Baixiaosheng’s live broadcast told me you were going to run. Do you think I’m blind?!"

"One or two sneaking away is one thing, but you’re trying to take the whole buffet with you! How arrogant!"

"If I let this many of you escape, what would that do to my reputation?"

As he mocked him, Ji Donglai’s clenched right fist shot out.

His arm pierced through the Fourth Turn’s heart at supersonic speed, and blood spurted out.

The instant its wielder was grievously injured, the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet, which was already struggling to hold on, collapsed completely.

The previously stable space shattered instantly, and the external pressure crushed inwards at an even more terrifying speed, extinguishing the life force of all who had not yet escaped.

"BOOM!!!"

In real time, less than a second had passed since the antimatter explosion.

The massive Fireball formed by the antimatter weapon, equivalent to 100,000 Tsar Bombas, soared into the sky and swept outwards.

With the power of 100,000 Tsar Bombas, it should theoretically have been able to kill ninety-nine percent of the people in all the nations.

But those at the Third Turn and above knew a little-known secret: World Suppression.

Simply put, since ancient times, a peculiar rule has existed throughout the martial world.

Concentrating that power into a single point of attack was fine.

But for an area-of-effect blast, the farther the energy spread, the more an invisible barrier would compress it, containing it within a limited area.

Energy that could destroy a country would be forcibly suppressed to the area of a single city.

This would forcefully reduce the destructive range by an order of magnitude.

It was as if the world itself couldn’t bear to see such widespread death and destruction.

Thus, as the antimatter weapon’s energy now dispersed, a mysterious, cylindrical wall contained all the seething energy.

Then, the energy, unable to spread outwards, began to react like a pressure cooker.

With the internal pressure building, the crimson Fireball shot upwards into the unobstructed sky, like mercury rising in a thermometer.

In that moment, every living soul across the nations saw it.

A massive pillar of fire shot into the sky, climbing ever higher like a soaring fire dragon.

Due to the high-pressure reaction within, the blinding light would likely persist for days without dimming.

For the next few days, the concept of night would cease to exist, as the world remained in a perpetual daylight illuminated by the pillar of light.

Outside the pillar of fire, Xiang Hongtu, charred black, had punched his way out of the blast zone with his bare fists.

In the distance, a clueless-looking, blond young man casually walked out of the pillar of fire, dragging his uninjured Third Turn grandfather with him.

Underground, the elder from the Chess Pavilion and the master of the Suxin Pavilion escaped from the pillar of fire, still shaken.

Within the pillar of fire, the Fourth Turn from the Giant Mountain Super Power Dominator lineage used the invincibility frames from his Sacrificial Artifact’s transformation, bursting out of the pillar in a colossal 53-meter-tall form.

And at Ji Donglai’s feet lay four corpses—all of them Fourth Turn Martial Artists!

Thanks to Baixiaosheng’s broadcast, he took advantage of the brief windows when the Fourth Turn Martial Artists were focused on escaping to launch sneak attacks, easily picking off four of them.

Among these four corpses was Tuoba Yu, now reduced to just a head.

You had to hand it to them, these Fourth Turn Martial Artists really had a lot of tricks and life-saving treasures up their sleeves.

Out of nineteen people, ten of them actually had the ability to escape this meticulously planned encirclement and slaughter.

If Ji Donglai hadn’t been there to finish them off, he would have had to face a ten-on-one fight later.

Still, looking at the five surviving Fourth Turn Martial Artists,

Ji Donglai knew that the real test of his team’s coordination was about to begin.

This second battle was the main event!

...

Semicircle Interview Skit:

「A few days later, after the battle had ended.」

Baixiaosheng once again conducted a post-battle interview with everyone.

Fang Can: You’re asking who was the most valuable player on our superhuman team?

Baixiaosheng: (Nods seriously, pen poised to take notes.)

Fang Can: Giving scores just dehumanizes people, right? Everyone worked hard, there’s no need to rank them.

Ji Donglai: It was probably Fang Can. He took care of two Fourth Turn Martial Artists by himself.

The Demigod: Boss Ji was great too. After all, he tanked most of the damage and was the main damage dealer.

King of Willpower: (Remains silent with a stoic expression.)

Holy Separator: It should be Fang Can, Boss Ji, and the King of Shitposting.

King of Shitposting: Me, Fang Can, and the Boss are the MVPs. The Demigod, King of Willpower, and Holy Separator get a 9.0 rating. Superman F just got carried...

(Before he could finish, Superman F punched him hard in the head and dragged him away.)