Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 400 Chu Xuan Wins MVP
"...Fuck!"

The Earth, Mexico City has become an abyss.

Gabriel stood atop the ruins, his pure white wings trembling slightly in the foul wind. His usually indifferent face, which had remained detached as he observed from the sidelines, finally broke down.

The Demon King's son sought revenge for the slaughtered humans and usurped the position of the Holy Son... How could she have such a dream?

Was he here to test humanity, or to test Mammon?
Everyone's gaze turned to Mammon like sharp blades, their eyes unusually solemn.

If Mammon was merely a formidable opponent before, the current Mammon is a trump card capable of deciding the outcome.

"Accept your punishment, sinner."

Mammon's lips curled into a mocking smile. His voice was deep and authoritative. He raised his golden scepter high, and in the name of the Holy Son of Justice, a torrent of wealth poured down like a celestial river, transforming into a magnificent golden waterfall that swept towards Zhang Jie!
A single strike from a Saint-level expert is enough to destroy a star!

Feeling the overwhelming destructive power, Zhang Jie's face turned ashen. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the golden holy light that enveloped his body like a thin veil seemed so flimsy in the face of the golden torrent.

"clang!"

Just then, the deep sound of bells echoed between heaven and earth.

Wherever the sound waves of the Eastern Emperor Bell passed, even the air rippled with visible waves. The surging wealth that poured down like a celestial river stopped and remained stationary less than three meters above Zhang Jie.

However, this pause only lasted for a second.

Mammon snorted coldly, and with a slight downward press of his golden scepter, the power of the Holy Path forcefully broke through the constraints of time and space, crashing down on Zhang Jie's body.

In just a second, Mammon's holy path broke free from the constraints of time and space and crashed down.

However, Cheng Xiao's figure had already swept past like a gust of wind.

At the critical moment, he carried Zhang Jie away from the golden torrent with astonishing speed; before his afterimage had faded, he had already retreated to a distance of over a thousand meters.

"what?"

Mammon frowned slightly, his gaze quickly locking onto Chu Xuan on the other side of the battlefield.

The young man stood atop the ruins, his left hand cradling an ancient Eastern Emperor Bell, his right hand gripping a Gauss pistol that gleamed coldly. His eyes, behind his glasses, were indifferent as ice, staring directly at Mammon.

“I will keep Mammon occupied; you must finish this quickly.”

Chu Xuan's voice was calm and without any ripples.

Before the words were even finished, a Gauss bullet imbued with the power of conviction tore through the air and hurtled straight at Chu Xuan's face.

Just as the bullet was about to make contact with his skin, Chu Xuan pulled the trigger.

Despite the gun barrel pointing downwards, the bullets struck the middle of the incoming projectile with pinpoint accuracy. The two bullets sparked and grazed past Chu Xuan's ear before exploding into a massive crater in the ground behind him.

"You're going to provoke even stronger enemies while fighting against me? Has spending too much time with the Central Continent Team made you lose your most basic tactical judgment?"

The clone of Chu Xuan held a modified Gauss pistol in each hand, the hem of his black trench coat fluttering in the shockwave, and his gaze toward Chu Xuan revealed a hint of confusion.

Chu Xuan said calmly, "Why not give it a try?"

Before he could finish speaking, the gun in his hand suddenly emitted a strange buzzing sound.

The bullet left the barrel and appeared three centimeters in front of the clone's forehead; the attack from the spatial jump gave no time to react.

Faced with the bullet of faith so close at hand, the clone did not react at all, but the woman beside him suddenly became short of breath. The Investiture of the Gods in Zhang Xiaoxue's hand moved without wind. Just before the bullet hit the clone, the bullet head turned to the ground in a strange way, and then suddenly disappeared and appeared behind the clone's head.

However, the clone's body seemed to generate some kind of gravitational field, and at the moment the bullet was about to hit, it deflected again.

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow, a cold glint reflecting off his glasses: "Magnetic force? Gravity? No, my power of conviction won't be affected by that kind of ability. It's the power of causality, isn't it? How many more times can you use this power to manipulate causality?"

Zhang Xiaoxue's face turned pale, and she looked at the clone for help.

The clone Chu Xuan countered, "How many times can you use the power to suppress space and time?"

His answer was the resounding chimes of a bell. As the chimes rippled, time and space seemed to solidify like amber, imprisoning the clones of Chu Xuan and Zhang Xiaoxue within them.

Suddenly, the Investiture of the Gods emitted a faint light, and an invisible ripple spread outwards, instantly dispelling the spacetime confinement. But at the same moment, two bullets of faith had already teleported to their front lines.

There is no chance to dodge or defend; there is only one way to deal with it.

Zhang Xiaoxue bit her lip until blood dripped down her chin. She frantically poured causal points into the Investiture of the Gods, and a distorted force field appeared around their bodies. Bullets, as if repelled by magnetic poles, strangely veered away from them.

The clone Chu Xuan seized this fleeting opportunity. The moment he pulled the trigger, three bullets formed a triangular pattern, drawing dazzling trajectories in the sky, shooting towards Chu Xuan like white rainbows piercing the sun.

Just as Chu Xuan was about to ring the Eastern Emperor Bell, Mammon's golden scepter suddenly changed direction.

"Restrict me? Then try it."

Accompanied by a low laugh, a miniature black hole condensed at the end of the scepter, from which countless blood-red coins gushed forth, converging in the air to form a rushing river that shot into the sky, leaving a rainbow-like trail in the clouds, like the setting sun over a long river, crashing down from the heavens!
"clang--!"

Chu Xuan closed his eyes, and the Eastern Emperor Bell trembled slightly, with the runes on the bell lighting up one by one.

The torrent of blood-red water, plunging straight down, suddenly twisted and became erratic as it fell into the air, as if it had crashed into an invisible spider web, its descent slowing down as if it were stuck in a quagmire.

At the same time, Chu Xuan fired three shots with his right hand.

The first bullet leaped below the incoming bullet, and although it carried only half the power of conviction of the opponent, it was just right to deflect that bullet.

The other two bullets appeared behind the heads of the two clones, the spatial jump attack preventing them from reacting in time.

Just then, Zhang Xiaoxue's body suddenly rippled with strange energy, and the bullet that should have hit her once again grazed past her.

However, Zhang Xiaoxue showed no joy whatsoever; instead, she became even more panicked.

Chu Xuan's attack came without warning. Not only could he not dodge it, but he also couldn't use the Investiture of the Gods to defend in advance. He could only consume 10 times the karma points to set up an automatic defense mechanism. If this continued, the reserves of karma points would be exhausted sooner or later!
The clone Chu Xuan also realized the unfavorable situation, and his gaze became extremely deep.

While using the Eastern Emperor Bell to suppress Mammon's power, he still had the strength to deal with him and Zhang Xiaoxue.

Time, space, and sufficient energy to utilize both of these abilities.

His own true form was already far stronger than his.

Is it because of feelings?
Do not!
It was probably luck. Although the individual strength of the Central Continent Team was greater than that of the Demon Team, the reason why their physical strength surpassed his was simply because they were lucky enough to obtain a super S-class treasure.

"The three of you, please keep me company for a while."

Chu Xuan's voice was calm, but the sweat on his forehead grew even finer, and his arm supporting the Eastern Emperor Bell trembled slightly. "Don't be too happy yet! You're just a mere mortal!"

Mammon's brow furrowed, veins throbbing, as he lightly tapped the air with his golden scepter.

A vast amount of currency appeared out of thin air: seashells, salt blocks, cocoa beans, lion coins, gold coins, drachmas, denarius, square-holed round copper coins, paper money, pounds sterling, dollars, legal tender... Currencies from all stages of human history descended from the sky like a storm, and surged up from the ground like a volcanic eruption, weaving together into a dense array of contracts and documents in the void.

In an instant, Mammon forcibly acquired ownership of all things within a radius of tens of thousands of miles: air, water, sunlight, temperature, sound waves, gravity, attraction, atoms, magnetic fields... even the flow of space and time, the concepts of life and death, and all phenomena.

The world has become the enemy.

Every fundamental particle was repelling the members of the Central Continent Team. They were invisible, inaudible, and undetectable. The members felt as if they were falling into a void, losing all perception of the outside world. The air became as thick as lead, and the collision of particle streams was no less than a miniature nuclear explosion. Even though the members of the Central Continent Team were all powerful individuals who had awakened their individualized spiritual light, they were still thrown into disarray.

Zhao Yingkong's movements paused almost imperceptibly.

In that instant, a scarlet dagger silently sliced ​​across her snow-white neck.

Zhao Zhuikong's figure appeared like a ghost, his mouth stretched to his ears, his frenzied killing intent frozen on his distorted face, and saliva hanging from his chin like icicles.

Zhao Yingkong's life was frozen on the edge of death.

The ripples of the Eastern Emperor Bell spread across the entire battlefield the moment Mammon raised his hand, turning the vast territory into transparent amber, freezing everyone in that moment—except Mammon.

The scepter's swing became as slow as a snail's crawl, and Mammon's every move was like a slow-motion movie screen.

However, no matter how delayed he was, Mammon was different from others; his holy path granted him the ability to move despite the suppression of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

However, that alone is not very useful.

Chu Xuan's spiritual light divided the coordinate axis of the Sacred Path Domain into 100,000 spatial faults.

The sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell echoed in every dimension. Although it could not completely suppress Mammon's holy power, it could suppress the power independent in each space to its weakest point. The coordinates changed wildly, forming a chaotic spacetime. Mammon's power gradually weakened in the conflict. In a short while, Chu Xuan forcefully suppressed the rampaging physical laws back to their original state!
The instant time resumed its flow, Zhan Lan's mental chains connected everyone with Chu Xuan's spiritual body, allowing the Central Continent Team to break free from the influence of the Eastern Emperor Bell more quickly.

Even though it was only a 0.01-second gap, it was enough for a fourth-tier expert to turn the tide of life and death!

"Keng!"

Accompanied by a deep bass voice, Zhao Yingkong crossed her two swords, the blades wrapped in beams of light clamping tightly onto Zhao Zhuikong's dagger.

The black and white light flowing on the blade clashed fiercely with Zhao Zhuikong's scarlet dagger, sparks flying and illuminating the cold eyes of the young assassin.

The crazed man opposite her had a grin so wide it almost tore his face apart, and spiky saliva hung in the air, causing a hint of sorrow to flash in Zhao Yingkong's eyes.

"The apple that's destined to be picked by me, don't show that kind of expression in front of me!"

Seeing Zhao Yingkong's expression, Zhao Zhuikong's face showed a hint of anger. With a flick of his wrist, the blade vibrated violently, knocking the Nameless Victory Sword several centimeters away.

But it's only a few centimeters.

In terms of skill, Zhao Zhuikong is superior to Zhao Yingkong, but in terms of strength and equipment, he is inferior to Zhao Yingkong.

The moment the blade bounced up, the Nameless Victory Sword, wrapped in a dense beam of light, slashed fiercely down at Zhao Zhuikong. How could an attack from an S-class weapon be so easily intercepted? Zhao Zhuikong's body suddenly appeared a hundred meters away, and the sword light missed its target.

Despite this apparent reason, after dodging the attack, Zhao Zhuikong suddenly felt a chill.

A small hand quietly appeared on his shoulder. Just as Zhao Zhuikong was about to use his spiritual light, his power was suppressed. The spiritual light surging in from the outside canceled out his spiritual light, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

"...Annihilation?"

Zhao Zhuikong's pupils contracted, and for the first time, the madness in his eyes was replaced by shock. He could feel the familiar fluctuations emanating from that hand; it was a power characteristic he knew all too well.

Only one person can use this light of the soul.

"Pathetic man, may you be free from this misery."

Lightning faster than sound flashed across Zhao Zhuikong's retina as Zhao Yingkong hurtled towards him, trailing a dazzling sword light, her eyes blazing with cold killing intent.

Zhao Zhuikong instinctively raised his dagger, the sharp blade aimed at Zhao Yingkong's throat, but turned his head to look at the girl who appeared behind him.

“Sakura Sora…no…”

Zhao Zhuikong's expression was blank, the black and white sword light reflecting off his crazed face in an intermittent manner. His strength had not diminished, but in that moment of distraction, Zhao Yingkong seized the opportunity to exploit his weakness.

In an instant, the sharp blades pierced through Zhao Zhuikong's heart and brow like lightning.

Zhao Yingkong spun around and sheathed her sword, not daring to be careless as she held both swords in front of her and watched Zhao Zhuikong warily.

"Did he... leave?"

Broken syllables escaped Zhao Zhuikong's throat as he stared at Zhao Yingkong behind him, the bloodshot color in his eyes gradually fading.

No one knew his little cousin better than him. She was very similar to Sakura, but ultimately she was not the same person.

Zhao Yingkong looked at Zhao Zhuikong without saying a word.

The person who needs to speak with Zhao Zhuikong died a long time ago.

A bitter smile stretched across Zhao Zhuikong's blood-stained lips as his body fell backward, turning into a cold corpse.

Following Kim Seung-hyun and Haotian, the third key member of the Demon Team has lost his life.

"Pain... Everyone is in pain, not just me, hehehehehehehe..."

Abdul's fingers dug deep into his temples, his nails splitting from the force, the veins on his forehead throbbing like earthworms beneath his pale skin, his bloodshot eyes bulging as if about to jump out of their sockets, and his torn mouth stretched to his ears, revealing his spiky white canines covered in saliva.

"You're a madman, you deserve to die."

Zhan Lan, wielding the Shattered Dream Blade, strode through the air, its golden blade piercing the heavens and earth, eclipsing the setting sun.

When Zhan Lan was only a hundred meters away from Abdul, she suddenly felt intense pain.

It felt as if countless rusty iron nails were driven into her bones, and her skull felt like it was filled with molten steel, churning with a terrifying burning sensation. Her intestines were twisted into a knot in her abdomen... Every part of her body, inside and out, was in pain.

Countless fragments of memory flooded Zhan Lan's mind, all of them the most painful memories before her death. In an instant, she experienced the deaths of countless people.

The owners of those death memories were all humans who died in the last few hours due to the battle between the Central Continent Team and the Demon Team. Their painful memories were engraved in their bodies by Abdu using empathy magic, and now they are being fed back to Zhan Lan.

(End of this chapter)