Chapter 146: The Most Valuable Boxing Technique in Existence

"How, how is this possible?"

Uesugi Maru, who always considered himself old enough and well-traveled, dropped his jaw involuntarily. Gen. Chisato wore an equally deep frown, while Uesugi Eriko, still adhering to her strict rule of silence, opened and closed her mouth, silently forming two words: — Monster.

"So huge." Lu Mingfei, who had been taking sips of his black cola, finished off the remaining beverage in one gulp, then slammed the plastic bottle down fiercely like a martial hero straight out of a television drama. "This really gets the blood pumping."

"Although its silhouette looks like a beast, the density is nowhere near enough—a bit of an empty shell." Stepping forward, Liu Tian struggled to suppress a yawn. "Fortunately, though, it's not one of those setting-standard monsters that can shatter stars with a snap of their fingers, otherwise I honestly might not be able to beat it."

Gen. Chisato fully grasped the implication of Liu Tian's earlier words. Suddenly grabbing his father and sister by the collars, he formed a ninety-degree angle with the two of them and bolted into a mad dash at triple the speed of sound.

No one knew how such a colossal object had materialized, as if it had simply popped out of thin air.

Before Liu Tian alerted the others, none of them had noticed that less than a hundred kilometers behind them, such an immense behemoth had suddenly emerged, with a deity standing atop its spine, looking down upon the mortal realm.

Boundless light radiated from the King of Gods, who had overcome his flaws and could now truly step beyond the boundaries of the Nibelungen. In a world completely swallowed by dark clouds, he shone like a newly born sun.

Beneath him, a massive blue whale flew through mid-air, making no movement at all, simply passing by at the speed of sound. The resulting hurricane and vapor cone effortlessly pulverized the modern metropolis.

Endless waves surged from the surrounding ocean, gradually and impartially threatening to drown everything in this world.

"I hope this provides some amusement."

Like a shooting star streaking across the firmament, transitioning from complete stillness to extreme velocity in less than a second, Liu Tian generated a Category 12 hurricane with his ultra-high speed. Every single raindrop along his path was involuntarily swept up in his ferocious charge.

Yet someone else was even faster—Lu Mingfei, operating under the domain of Time Zero.

Shouting at the top of his lungs for them to wait, possessing a magnetic field rotation force of one hundred and fifty thousand horses alongside the power of verbal-spirits, this originally pathetic loser had somehow gained a velocity surpassing Liu Tian's. He even reached the edge of the city halfway through Liu Tian's journey—and plunged headfirst into the pre-positioned Nibelungen.

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The moment he crossed into the Nibelungen, Lu Mingfei's activated Time Zero domain was forcibly canceled. Not only that, but all elemental-based abilities instantly became unusable.

Lu Mingfei could sense that even the pirated Asura Undying Body, which had never ceased operating since he mastered it, could no longer perform rapid self-recovery as it used to.

Yet this was not because another Dragon King was lying in wait to strip Lu Mingfei of his verbal-spirits.

It was a very simple matter—how could skills driven by elements possibly be used when there were zero elements anywhere in the vicinity?

This was a death trap specifically prepared by Odin for any "Dragon Kings" that might accompany Liu Tian. Every trace of element within it had been thoroughly purged, leaving the surrounding area devoid of the otherwise rich elemental concentration native to Honshu Island.

Furthermore, within this ultra-giant Nibelungen, formed by the fusion of several massive Nibelungen, those several Dragon Kings and countless thralls accumulated over countless years—numbers too vast for even themselves to count—were already standing at full combat readiness. To put it without exaggeration, even the architects of this trap could not guarantee they would walk out of this hellish battlefield alive.

And Lu Mingfei had charged blindly right into this dead zone devoid of sufficient elements to sustain verbal-spirits.

The moment he entered, as if receiving a command, countless thralls swarmed him from all directions. Despite possessing a magnetic field rotation force of one hundred and fifty thousand horses, the sheer volume and ferocity of the incoming thralls were overwhelming. The reckless fool was directly swallowed by the ocean of thralls.

Amidst endless shrieks, only the frantic spraying of fresh blood could be seen.

"Truly reckless." The instant Lu Mingfei vanished, Liu Tian sighed. He felt no surprise at Lu Mingfei's fate—anyone with half a brain would realize that in a scenario where neither side could use verbal-spirits, every other person in this world combined wouldn't be enough for him to fight alone.

Thus, separating the teammate capable of nullifying verbal-spirits from Liu Tian—at least for a period of time—was a move any normal person would anticipate.

Still, Liu Tian cared little. In fact, if he hadn't been worried that bringing no one at all might easily scare off those cowardly rats, he wouldn't even have bothered to drag Lu Mingfei along.

However, the smooth execution of this plan seemed to carry some misunderstandings. Before Liu Tian had fully stepped into the trap, a man—a man with golden hair—suddenly appeared.

A velocity of one hundred times the speed of sound!

The realm of one hundred and fifty thousand horses of magnetic field rotation!

The Overlord Lion Fist!

Between heaven and earth echoed the roar of a majestic lion, determined to dominate the world and stand unrivaled!

A sudden, ferocious, and peerless heavy blow smashed violently into his chest. Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the entire world seemed to tremble. The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out, and blood gushed forth.

However, the one who suffered the heavier injury was not Liu Tian; instead, the attacking enemy was sent flying backward, blasted away by the kinetic shockwave redirected by the madman who had met the blow head-on.

There was no pursuit.

The following raindrops converged into streams of water, which were eventually molded into a colossal throne of flowing water. The strongest man of the current era sat atop the liquid throne, his gaze lowered, one hand supporting his head while the other rested on the armrest, looking down upon the invading enemies with the flawless posture of an emperor.

With golden hair and aquamarine eyes, having endured hardships, crawled out from hell, and eventually descended into the madness of legend—yet now displaying striking rationality upon this reunion, leaving even Liu Tian momentarily unable to guess his intentions—stood Caesar Gattuso.

Standing three meters tall, clad entirely in iron armor, with a massive broadsword strapped to his back, having devoured half of a pair of twins and spent several millennia healing his wounds to successfully evolve into a god destined to survive the new era in Norse mythology—formerly the King of Elements, and now the God of Silence, Vidar!

Having devoured the Black King's blood within Nono's body, completely overcoming her flaws, operating at maximum output, capable of stepping beyond the Nibelungen, and wielding the divine spear theoretically capable of deciding life and death—Odin, the King of Gods in Norse mythology.

Possessing a silhouette thousands of meters long, the only one among the four enemies with a beastly appearance, mastering the water element, and sitting atop his throne—the twin, the King of Water and Ocean, the legendary Kraken.

"Only four? Much better than the worst-case scenario I imagined," Liu Tian said calmly. "Even with the elements aiding you, do you really think you can kill me?"

No words were spoken. Though they already sensed something was amiss, the arrow was already notched on the bowstring, and it had to be loosed.

There would never be a better opportunity. The battle must begin now.

The four figures slowly raised their heads.

Kill!