Infinite Sun in the East China Sea

Chapter 300 Absolute crushing
The place where the East American team arrived.

Zhao Zhuikong left the place the moment the protective shield was activated. He killed all his teammates inside the shield, but did not take the enhancement items from the three more experienced veterans than him, seemingly not even interested in those items.

In fact, the enhancement system of the three members of the East American team is not bad, and the items they bought from the main god are also of some value.

The black captain pursues ultimate speed and marksmanship.

His weapons include two Gauss pistols with unlimited ammo and an enchanted revolver called 'Death Dance'. For team battles, he also prepared three powerful Origin Bullets specifically to deal with enemies who have unlocked their genetic locks.

The white youth enhanced the energy cycle and skills of the Paladin system.

He also purchased a longsword called 'Pale Justice' worth two B-rank side quests, which allows him to fight even enemies of higher ranks when encountering evil spirits or creatures with negative energy.

In addition to her mental power skills, the girl who controlled mental power also enhanced several types of buff spells.

Unfortunately, these three were extremely unlucky to run into Zhao Zhuikong.

Xu Feng's fantasy construct clone collected the belongings of the three veterans of the East American team one by one... including their corpses; after the brand-new 'factory-fresh' fantasy Zhao Zhui Kong arrived here, he threw 'Pale Justice' to this 'thug' who would fight Zhao Zhui Kong first.

"Although the power of the Great Sun Buddha is not holy light, it is still a righteous and extraordinary energy. As it is also a positive energy, it should be able to unleash some of the power of this sword."

Zhao Zhuikong, weighing the pale justice in his mind, said, "Letting Zhao Zhuikong die by this sword is not without its own kind of justice."

The young paladin was a decent person in order to match his enhanced abilities... but he was born at the wrong time and ended up on the same team as Zhao Zhuikong.

The illusionary clone said, "You might not be able to kill Zhao Zhuikong."

“He has reached the border of the Elf Kingdom and is about to enter the magical barrier. It’s our turn to step in.”

The two exchanged a smile and vanished instantly... These two bodies, seemingly different individuals, were actually both under Xu Feng's control.

The border of the Elf Kingdom.

"Has the rotten watermelon from the East China Sea team finally shown up?"

Zhao Zhuikong suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the two people standing on the tree branches a thousand meters away.
"Watermelons like you, rotten and smelly, should be fed to pigs! No, they should stay in a stinking ditch!"

"I'm going to smash you rotten watermelons to pieces!"

"Smash it..."

"Has he gone completely mad?" Zhao Zhuikong asked with a peaceful smile as he looked down at the person with the distorted face.

The two look exactly alike, but one has the air of a Buddha, while the other has the heart of a demon.

He voluntarily jumped down from the tree and slowly walked towards Zhao Zhuikong.

At the same time, Zhao Zhuikong took a step forward, instantly covering a thousand meters, and thrust out his dagger.

An invisible light shimmered faintly on the dagger.

Even without the dagger itself piercing, the light alone is enough to turn any substance that is not strong enough into powder.

"A distance of a thousand meters can be covered in a single step. Both energy layers and material armor can be directly penetrated. This spatial ability to compress distance is quite troublesome in close combat!" Fantasy Zhao commented.

The purpose of cannon fodder is to test the target's capabilities.

The enhancements from the main god are far too numerous, and the abilities of the reincarnators are incredibly diverse. If one rashly engages in combat without first testing the waters, even if the overall level is one or two levels higher, there is still a chance of being defeated.

In this team battle, the drone system and the Destroyer sub-units perfectly achieved their purpose, forcing out most of Zhao Zhuikong's abilities.

Zhao Zhuikong mainly uses this spatial ability in two ways: one is to pull the space closer while thrusting out the dagger, making the distance between the weapon and the target point extremely close, so that a swing of the hand will hit the target; the other is to move himself quickly, during which he can also attack.

With the 'sacrifice' of a large number of drones, even the attack range and attack intensity of these two attack modes have been roughly figured out.

Although Zhao Zhuikong is an assassin, he can actually be considered a mid-to-long-range unit.

Fantasy Zhao is very familiar with Zhao Zhuikong's various abilities.

He held the sword in one hand and calmly slashed upwards towards the direction from which the dagger was thrusting.

Under the infusion of the power of the Great Sun Buddha, a blazing sword aura over a thousand meters long surged forth from 'Pale Justice', instantly turning the area it swept through into a cloud of ashes-like fragments. The dazzling flash illuminated a large area, as if it were noon, not midnight.

Zhao Zhuikong had already pierced the body of the illusionary Zhao and was about to shatter this 'clumsy forgery', but he had to retreat because of the extremely hot sword energy.

will die!

If you were hit head-on by this sword energy, you would definitely die!

“Spatial abilities are indeed troublesome, but you will eventually have to attack after passing through space. The attack power of that dagger is terrifying. After you imbued it with the power of spatial vibration, even a steel puppet made of magical materials will be easily shaken into sand.”

Zhao said softly, "Unfortunately, with the support of a large amount of true energy, every cell in my body is as strong as refined gold. Even with the help of spatial power, it would take about one-tenth of a second to penetrate my body and launch dozens of attacks. That much time is enough for me to launch several counterattacks."

“A mere counterfeit, a mere counterfeit…” Zhao Zhuikong, retreating into the darkness, stared coldly at Fantasy Zhao, muttering to himself incessantly.

He couldn't believe that the fake was so hard all over.

The way of the assassin is to attack the enemy's weakest point; everyone should have that vital point.

Without hesitation, Zhao Zhuikong rushed forward again.

This time, his target was the eyes.

As expected, the dagger hit its target again.

But Zhao Zhuikong's already distorted expression became even more unsightly: "Why? By what right? How could a mere fake be so strong?"

—Before the so-called counterfeit counterattack, he had barely pierced the cornea, and was still a long way from bursting the eyeball, let alone piercing the brain through the eye.

Moreover, this fake not only has high physical strength, but also recovers from injuries at an astonishing speed.

He had just left when the punctured cornea had been completely healed.

"You call me a fake every time you speak? Are you more noble than me?" Zhao said with a kind face but cruel words: "Judging from your genes, you are also a biological engineering experiment, a failed product cobbled together because the basic scientific research conditions could not meet the experimental requirements."

"Fate has favored you, allowing you to enter the Main God Space and gain the opportunity to make up for your own shortcomings."

"It's a pity that you didn't cherish this opportunity at all."

"This behavior only confirms that you are a complete and utter failure..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Zhuikong roared.

That bastard... he's not the only one being denied!
What angered him even more was that he didn't know how to refute it.

—All his rebuttals were futile until he killed the imposter.

In his rage, the invisible light on his dagger grew wider and longer, faintly tinged with an ominous, dark hue. His killing intent boiling, Zhao Zhuikong took another step forward. If the eyes weren't a vital point, he would attack the temples, the space between the eyebrows, the dantian… He continued to step forward, continuously thrusting his dagger.

But each attack was met with scorching sword energy, and they returned empty-handed, retreating back into the dark jungle.

In a short time, the two had exchanged blows a thousand times.

Zhao Zhuikong's afterimages were everywhere. He was extremely fast, and after his rage, he seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Those reincarnators who were not strong enough could not even see his figure, let alone observe his attack trajectory and defend against it.

Zhao Zhuikong would sometimes attack the same spot on Fantasy Zhao repeatedly, attempting to break through the defense with multiple attacks.

But reality told him that the 'fake's' regenerative ability was not just an illusion; he could indeed recover from minor injuries quickly, and attacking the same spot was not very effective.

Faced with the leaping and jumping attacks, Zhao Fantasy responded with even stronger attacks, continuously unleashing sword light that stretched for thousands of meters.

This made it impossible for Zhao Zhuikong to stand within a kilometer radius of him.

Sometimes he fantasized that Zhao would unleash even more true energy and unleash even longer sword energies. In this mix of real and feint attacks, the distance between Zhao and him unknowingly increased considerably.

The blazing sword light illuminated a corner of the dark forest, making many awakened elves doubt that it was already dawn.

When Zhao Zhuikong was forced back again, he was panting heavily.

Perhaps because they burned too much energy, they all lost some weight.

“You weren’t as angry as you seemed just now!” Fantasy Zhao sighed, looking at Zhao Zhuikong, who was more than three thousand meters away. “Your continuous attacks from different directions were actually to deplete my true energy, right?”

"You only need to take one step and then thrust out your dagger; while my sword energy attack can reach a distance of a thousand meters; the energy we consume is not even in the same league, so in your mind, you can wait for victory by constantly attacking from different directions to deplete my strength."

Zhao smiled and said, "Unfortunately, my true energy is more than you think, and the true energy consumed by those sword energies is also very limited."

As soon as he finished speaking, the slightly illusory golden arms that had just touched the sword energy gradually solidified.

Around Zhao's body, at the core of his more than a thousand arms, is a phantom image of Guanyin that is over a hundred meters tall.

The Thousand-Hand Guanyin in "Bodhi's Divine Power of Enlightenment".

The light emanating from the Guanyin image was like a small sun, completely turning the area into daylight, and all the elves in the Elf Kingdom were alarmed.

Some elves, amidst this upheaval, instinctively prayed to Ilúvatar and the fourteen Valar.

"bluff!"

Zhao Zhuikong originally wanted to catch his breath a few more times, but after this 'fake' exposed his idea, he launched another attack without backing down.

He simply didn't believe that the fake item could be that durable!
Suddenly, streaks of light appeared, faintly visible.

This time, what met the flowing light was no longer sword energy, but golden palms. No matter which direction Zhao Zhuikong attacked from, a golden arm would intercept it.

The pale sword of justice strikes with the arm.

After countless exchanges, Zhao Zhuikong had to admit the harsh truth... it wasn't just empty bravado!
This 'fake' has seemingly endless energy!
Moreover, as the number of exchanges increased, the 'fake' seemed to become more and more familiar with his attack patterns. Previously, when he was wielding a longsword, he would only retaliate after the opponent had attacked him; now, the opponent seemed to have guessed his attack angle and position, and would intercept him before he could attack.

The success rate of interception is getting higher and higher.

Zhao Zhuikong had lost all sense of how to win, and could only numbly launch attacks, again and again.

During one of his attacks, an immense force struck him, a giant hand several meters wide hitting his body squarely and sending him flying.

"Your movements have slowed down!"

Zhao's smile remained calm: "The attack strength and speed during the attack have not been reduced."

"But consuming too much stamina causes your attack frequency to change!"

Zhao, in a booming voice, declared, "If you maintain this intensity... you'll be exhausted in another three minutes."

"three minutes?"

Amidst the excruciating pain, Zhao Zhuikong regained some of his senses.

After taking that blow, he felt as if eighty percent of his bones were broken. If it weren't for his strong vitality, such an injury would have been fatal.

Why should I fight him head-on?

As he was thrown backward, Zhao Zhuikong couldn't help but reflect that the enemy was like a hard, thorny, stinky durian, and it was normal to suffer a slight loss in a head-on battle.

But if he chooses to retreat, can this stinky durian catch up?

How could someone have such high defense, wide attack range, long endurance, and still keep up with his speed?

The reason Zhao Zhuikong made up his mind to retreat was that the 'fake' was not the strongest player in the Donghai team!
In his mind, the person behind the fake was even stronger.

The initial attack on the counterfeit was to eliminate one member of the East Sea Team to avoid being attacked from both sides... Now, we are not attacked from both sides, but we can't even defeat the weaker one.

Before the other person could even make a move, he was already seriously injured.

If the two join forces...

Just as Zhao Zhuikong was considering that scenario, he noticed that after he was struck by a palm, dozens of golden arms attacked him from all directions.

If those dozens of arms were to hit him, it wouldn't be as simple as just breaking 80% of his bones.

Without hesitation, he chose to shift his strategy.

Their figures flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, they were already five thousand meters away.

Just as he was pondering how far he could move before he could relax his guard, he suddenly noticed that the sky ahead was brightening... The enemy had arrived in front of him!

The image of Guanyin, which appeared around Zhao Zhou, unleashed a thousand hands, with giant energy palms extending continuously to intercept Zhao Zhuikong at any possible landing point.

"I don't have your spatial ability to teleport several miles away with a simple step, but I do possess a spatial item."

Fantasy Zhao wields the Imperial Arm Shangri-La, materialized by Xu Feng:
"Using this spatial artifact requires several steps, including infusing true energy, sensing the target, locking onto the anchor point, and teleporting. It is far inferior to your ability to traverse space with a single step. With the same reaction speed, using it to teleport once would require five or six teleports with your other ability. In battle, it simply cannot keep up with your pace."

To put it simply, Zhao Zhuikong only needs to press one button to use Inch Step, while Fantasy Zhao needs to press five or six buttons to use the Imperial Arm Shangri-La for teleportation. If the input speed remains the same, the former's casting speed will naturally be far greater than the latter's.

"The only advantage of Shangri-La is that it can teleport you a distance slightly greater than your current teleportation distance."

“Before you exceed my perception range, I can use this item to keep up with you.”

Zhao Zhuikong quickly changed his running trajectory, narrowly finding a safe path among thousands of arms.

He didn't even have time to despair.

(End of this chapter)