great-warnovel Chapter 159 Physical Salvation and Heavenly Thunder Spear
Chapter 159 Physical Salvation and Heavenly Thunder Spear
In the stands where several hundred people were, only the hum of the heavy truck's engine idling echoed.
The tactical tablet slipped from Gao Tiancheng's hand and fell to the ground, its screen shattering into a spiderweb of fragments on the concrete. His mouth gaped open, and the light and shadow in his eyes flickered violently. The surrounding noise vanished completely in that instant.
He stared intently at the radar screen, which still displayed "absolute zero," his Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.
"Impossible! The equipment is broken! He must be wearing military stealth exoskeleton armor!"
Gao Tiancheng suddenly drew his specially made electromagnetic pistol from his waist, his hands trembling as he aimed at Lu Yuan on the arena.
"Fire! Mr. Smith, expose all that scrap metal on him!"
Smith jerked his back straight in the armchair. He ripped off his tie and roared into the miniature communicator shoved into his ear.
"Remove the restraints from all subjects, from number 1 to 11! Tear them apart!"
The steel railings surrounding the arena emitted a sickening, creaking sound.
Eleven S-class genetically modified humans, each over two meters tall, leaped onto the arena from four directions like a pack of prehistoric beasts breaking free from their cages. The bulletproof keratin layers on their bodies gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight.
Lu Yuan pulled his hands out of his windbreaker pockets.
He stepped on the pile of rotten flesh, not even glancing at the monsters rushing towards him.
The physical body of the Mahayana stage. Even if the true essence is compressed to only a trace by the chains of the Heavenly Dao, the density of its bones and the arrangement of its muscle fibers would be nothing more than a neutron star wearing human skin on Earth.
The cyborg charging at the front swung his right fist, crackling with high voltage, straight at Lu Yuan's face. The wind pressure generated by that punch even ripped a layer off the white marble slabs of the arena floor.
Lu Yuan did not dodge.
He simply raised his right hand, fingers spread, and casually met the heavy punch that weighed several hundred pounds.
Click!
The extremely sharp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the entire martial arts arena.
The cyborg's proud alloy-reinforced right arm, the moment it touched Lu Yuan's palm, shattered inch by inch, from the finger bones to the wrist bones, then to the elbow and shoulder blade, like a piece of instant noodles being crushed by a hydraulic press.
The pale bone fragments pierced the stratum corneum and were exposed to the air.
Lu Yuan took a half step forward.
He gripped the cyborg's thick neck and pressed down hard. His right knee shot upwards, leaving a blur.
The dull thud of a watermelon falling onto the concrete floor could be heard.
The cyborg's head, which even armor-piercing bullets couldn't penetrate, was dented in a large chunk, with brain matter mixed with dark red blood splattering radially at the base of the bronze pillar.
The second cyborg seized the opportunity to hug Lu Yuan from behind, attempting to break his spine with a grip force exceeding five tons.
Lu Yuan didn't even flinch.
He grabbed the two thick arms around the waist with his other hand. His ten fingers dug directly into the flesh beneath the other's bulletproof stratum corneum, wedging the joints.
Tear it outwards with a fierce rip.
puff!
Blood rained down from the sky.
Before the cyborg could even scream, Lu Yuan ripped him in two. His internal organs and intestines spilled all over the ground.
Several heads of prominent families from the capital, sitting in the front row of the stands, suddenly felt their stomachs churn. Two elderly men bent over, clutching trash cans, and began vomiting violently.
This was a one-sided physical dismantling that was utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
Lu Yuan weaved among the remaining nine monsters. There were no fancy martial arts techniques, nor any earth-shattering releases of true energy.
He was simply using pure speed and quality to show these natives what a devastating attack looks like.
Tear off a thigh. Kick a chest cavity to shatter it. Crush a heart with one hand.
In just half a minute.
The pinnacle of S.H.I.E.L.D. technology, built with over ten billion US dollars, has been transformed into twelve puddles of foul-smelling biological waste on the arena's surface.
Lu Yuan walked up to the half-body of a cyborg who was still breathing.
He rubbed the rotten flesh from the sole of his shoe against the other person's contorted face.
"Gao Tiancheng".
Lu Yuan raised his head and looked towards the stands.
Gao Tiancheng's hand holding the gun trembled like a leaf. He had completely lost the courage to fire.
Lu Yuan picked up a piece of white marble the size of an egg from the ground with his toe. He channeled the power of his Mahayana stage physical body into it and flicked his ankle.
The rubble transformed into a cannonball.
boom!
Gao Tiancheng's entire right arm, which was holding the gun, exploded into a cloud of blood mist. He screamed in agony and collapsed onto the steps of the stands, writhing in pain.
Smith, standing on the platform, was as white as a sheet, his legs trembling, too weak to even stand up.
Elder Lei's wrinkled old face was now completely distorted.
He stared intently at Lu Yuan on the arena, his mind racing. This kid must have practiced some ancient, unorthodox martial art, making his body indestructible. But as long as one is a mortal, one absolutely cannot withstand the power of heaven and earth.
Elder Lei suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.
A mouthful of blood essence mixed with the peak of the Transcendent Realm was accurately sprayed onto a bronze mechanism on the armrest of the grand master's chair.
"Set up the formation!"
Elder Lei roared at the heads of several other ancient martial arts families in the stands.
"If this monster doesn't die today, none of you will leave this martial arts arena alive! channel all your inner energy into your stances!"
The family heads exchanged glances. They knew Elder Lei was right; they had already offended Lu Yuan beyond repair and had no way out.
Several streams of internal energy shot out from different corners of the stands and disappeared into eight directions around the edge of the arena.
Boom!
A thick layer of black thunderclouds suddenly gathered over the once clear sky above the capital.
On the surface of the black copper pillar binding Ye Qingcheng, dense blue runes began to appear. A pungent ozone smell filled the air, a reaction produced by high-voltage ionization of the air.
Ye Qingcheng suddenly raised her head, which had been hanging down.
She could sense a destructive force brewing within the bronze pillar, enough to cleave her into ashes.
"Master, run!"
Ignoring the five bone-piercing nails that had pierced her meridians, Ye Qingcheng shouted in a hoarse voice.
"This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Formation! It has triggered a magnetic field upheaval in the capital's earth veins! Without the protection of true essence, even a Grandmaster would be reduced to charred remains!"
Yesterday in the dungeon, she heard Elder Lei boast that this formation had once killed a half-step divine realm overseas superhuman.
Lu Yuan stood less than five meters away from the bronze pillar.
He looked up at the rolling thunderclouds overhead.
"You think you can call it thunder by using a few scraps of metal to generate static electricity?"
Lu Yuan's voice carried clearly into everyone's ears through the raging wind.
His face, which had been somewhat pale due to the depletion of his true energy, suddenly regained a rosy hue.
Deep within the sea of consciousness.
Beneath the black chain, which had been forcibly pried open by the Guixu Boundary Stone, a drop of extremely pure pale golden true essence instantly surged into his right arm along his meridians.
A Great Ascension Stage Immortal Venerable. He has survived countless tribulations of lightning over the past nine thousand years.
Playing with electricity? These bumpkins aren't even worthy of carrying his shoes.
Click!
A bolt of dark blue lightning, as thick as a bucket, with earth-shattering power, struck straight down from the dark clouds, its target being Lu Yuan in the center of the arena.
Elder Lei stood on the high platform, letting out a maniacal laugh.
"Die! Turn to ashes!"
The next second, his laughter was cut off as if by an invisible hand.
Lightning struck.
Lu Yuan neither dodged nor used any magical artifacts.
He simply raised his fair right hand slowly.
Sizzle!
A violent bolt of lightning struck his palm, but there was no explosion, nor did it turn his body into charred remains.
The drop of pale golden true essence transformed into an extremely tiny vortex in Lu Yuan's palm.
The secret method of controlling lightning during the Mahayana period.
The lightning bolts that filled the sky were forcibly compressed and materialized in Lu Yuan's hands. The originally violent and disordered electricity was actually molded by him into a lightning spear that was two meters long and flashed with a dazzling blue light!
Lu Yuan gripped his spear and looked up at Elder Lei on the high platform, who looked as if struck by lightning.
"Here you go."
Lu Yuan threw it backhand.
The lightning spear tore through the air, producing a deafening sonic boom.
puff!
The spear pierced Elder Lei's chest with precision, sending his emaciated body flying more than ten meters away before embedding itself firmly in a white marble pillar at the edge of the martial arts platform.
A violent current erupted within Elder Lei's body in an instant.
He didn't even have time to scream before his limbs and torso were completely carbonized within two seconds. A gust of wind blew by, and the ancient martial arts alliance elder, who was at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, turned into a puddle of black ash, which scattered on the high platform.
The entire room was deathly silent. No, even breathing stopped.
The family heads in the stands who had just been channeling their inner energy were now kneeling on the ground, their legs going weak.
Lu Yuan clapped his hands and walked to the bronze pillar.
He extended two fingers and pinched the bone-piercing nail embedded in Ye Qingcheng's collarbone.
Apply slight force.
Blood spurted out. He casually pulled out five bone-piercing nails, each half a foot long, and threw them on the ground.
Ye Qingcheng lost her support and collapsed limply to the ground.
Lu Yuan reached out and supported her shoulder, transferring the last trace of true energy into her body to protect her heart meridian, which was about to shatter.
"Can you walk?"
Ye Qingcheng felt the domineering yet warm power within her body, and her eyes instantly reddened. She bit her lip tightly and nodded forcefully.
"able."
Lu Yuan released his grip and turned to walk towards the high platform.
Smith was scrambling and stumbling toward the VIP passage.
Lu Yuan lightly touched the ground with his toes, and appeared in front of Smith as if by teleportation. The speed of a Mahayana stage physical body is simply imperceptible to the naked eye over short distances.
A foot stomped heavily on Smith's back.
Smith let out a piercing scream as three of his ribs broke.
"Mr. Lu! Spare us! The S.H.I.E.L.D. is willing to pay compensation! One billion US dollars! No, ten billion US dollars!"
Smith lay on the ground, a foul odor emanating from his crotch.
Lu Yuan squatted down, grabbed Smith's blond hair, and forcibly pulled his head up.
"When I ordered the coffin yesterday, I forgot to include one person in my calculations."
Looking into Smith's terrified eyes, Lu Yuan didn't waste any words and directly activated the wisp of true essence he had just recovered to perform the Soul Searching Technique.
Five fingers were clasped on Smith's skull.
The pale golden light flashed and disappeared in an instant.
Smith's body began to convulse violently, and white foam gushed from the corners of his mouth.
A vast amount of fragmented memories flooded into Lu Yuan's mind.
Lu Yuan's originally calm expression slowly darkened.
Inside the foreign pig's brain, he found a top-secret document. The document depicted a blood-red star coordinate array, identical to the interdimensional teleportation array he had seen in the memories of the old man with the dried corpse.
But what surprised him even more was that Smith remembered a countdown screen.
The container's health has reached 80%, and it will take another fifteen days for the passage to stabilize.
Lu Yuan released his grip.
Smith's cerebral cortex had been completely smoothed out, leaving him in a vegetative state where he was still breathing.
Lu Yuan stood up and looked at the distant sky over the capital. He sneered inwardly.
These idiots from the S.H.I.E.L.D. corporation spent billions of dollars collecting those antiques with engraved patterns, thinking they were extracting some kind of high-dimensional energy.
They had no idea.
That old bastard from the Blood River Sect in the Sirius Star Region is using the Shield Consortium as a living blood bank to activate the interdimensional teleportation array.
Fifteen days to go.
Once the formation has absorbed enough vital energy and is fully activated, the meager spiritual energy barrier on Earth will be completely torn apart.
The last coordinate in Smith's memory is shown.
The stagnant pool of cold water beneath the capital city that he blew up was not the main focus of the formation at all.
The true gateway to cross-border integration.
In the hidden realm of Guixu in the high seas of the East China Sea.
Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at the messy martial arts platform and the thirteen black coffins.
"Looks like I need to take a swim in the sea."