Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 169 What are you saying in your gibberish?

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!!!"

Chen Baiyu's movements seemed to be faster than the human eye could perceive, leaving only blurry afterimages in the morning light.

He punched his opponent repeatedly until he couldn't even touch the ground.

It's like a battle between top fighters in King of Fighters.

If you make a mistake, your opponent will seize the opportunity to launch endless combos and keep you airborne.

Each hit brings a new wave of airborne and stun effects, giving the opponent no chance to land and catch their breath, let alone counterattack or defend.

Once a standard infinite combo in the game is initiated, it cannot be broken from within. At this point, you can only adjust your mindset, treat it as a lesson, and prepare to wait for the start of the next round or for your opponent to make a mistake.

The same applies to the person in front of Chen Baiyu who was suspended in mid-air after being beaten; there was no way to break through the defense, nor was there any chance to adjust their mindset.

Chen Baiyu deliberately restrained the terrifying power that was enough to instantly shatter a human body, maintaining it at a delicate and cruel threshold.

It is powerful enough to destroy all internal structures, yet it manages to maintain the barely intact outer skin.

So it happened in just a few seconds.

That body endured a barrage of punches far exceeding human limits.

Although the physical body didn't explode under Chen Baiyu's deliberately restrained force, it was already very close.

He had completely collapsed into a limp puddle.

The bones and muscles were all shattered, like minced meat that had been pounded to perfection and was ready to be used as a pissing beef ball; it was already dead beyond dead.

So at this very moment.

Adjusting one's mindset is a luxury.

You can only be more careful in your next life.

next moment.

Chen Baiyu stopped.

The radiant fist retracted, but the radiance remained.

The corpse in the air lost its strength and began to fall.

However, upon landing, it did not make a dull thud like a normal corpse, nor did it produce any cracking sound of bones breaking.

Instead, a damp, muffled sound that sends chills down your spine:

"Pop-splat!"

The sound was heavy and viscous.

It sounded like a wet, soaked towel being spread out in the air and then falling flat onto the ground.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a sticky, bone-deep sense of dread and fear.

This sent a chill down the spines of the ten people still alive in the room, and a small number of them trembled and almost ran away.

Another group suddenly took action.

Or reach your hand into the backpack next to you.

Or reach your hand into the gap under the sofa.

In short.

Although the others didn't react as quickly as the core henchman, they also reacted quickly and prepared to draw their guns.

Face all this.

Chen Baiyu smiled.

Then, without any haste, he raised both fists to his temples and shouted, "All eyes on me! I have something to announce!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Even in the instant before his last syllable had completely dissipated into the stagnant air.

The two fists, which were already covered with a soft halo, suddenly erupted with an extreme brilliance that could not be described in words!

This is not a simple increase in brightness.

Instead, it was as if two miniature suns, compressed to their extremes, released all their light in an instant without reservation!
This is the art of illumination – all things.

Color: Pure white.

Morphology: Amorphous scattering.

Strength: Half Magic All-in!
Om-!
There was no deafening explosion, but it felt as if millions of invisible needles were piercing the depths of everyone's retinas!

The light was too domineering, and too pure.

This tsunami of light instantly and brutally obliterated all colors, shapes, and details within sight, leaving only an endless and surging pure white.

This is not the effect of an ordinary high-powered flashlight.

Rather, it was the pinnacle of optical impact that Chen Baiyu unleashed instantly, combining his immense magical power.

Its brightness exceeds that of many natural or artificial light sources, enough to cause temporary physical blindness to anyone who looks directly at it without protection.

"Ah—my eyes!"

"Wha…what?!"

"Damn it! I can't see it!"

"Fire! Fire!!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

A series of piercing screams and terrified curses rang out.

Fierce gunfire rang out.

The remaining ten people in the room, whether they were fierce and menacing or their legs were weak, were all affected.

At this moment, they all became blind people, bewildered and helpless in the sudden light.

The intense physical discomfort made them instinctively close their eyes tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably, and they rubbed their eyeballs in vain with their hands.

Those men who had already touched their weapons were not afraid of accidentally firing and injuring their comrades in complete darkness; what they were more afraid of was that if they fired too late, Chen Baiyu would approach them while they were out of sight.

Therefore, under this fear.

Even when their sense of direction is blurred, or even when they don't know where to aim, they still fire without hesitation.

The entire room descended into a chaotic, pure white hell, filled only with painful groans, the sound of gunfire, and the cacophony of limbs colliding.

Chen Baiyu watched quietly.

He would occasionally tilt his head or turn to the side to dodge stray bullets.

He lowered his fists, their light gradually fading, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes—a pride that showed he was equally adept at manipulating even numerically challenged monsters.

This is the Solar Fist! Its intense brilliance instantly steals all vision.

Ha ha.

Surely no one really thinks that Euler's use of illumination to make his fists glow throughout the entire game was just to add special effects for the sake of looking cool, right?

Actually.

He did this to keep everyone's attention constantly on his mind.

It's convenient to unleash a powerful solar flare anytime!

And now, when everyone has lost sight.

The game has begun.

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From a young age, Manny Chambers had an almost instinctive craving for greenbacks.

A dilapidated Bavarian mountain town, a family so poor that even heating is a luxury, the jarring sounds of parents arguing over every penny...

All of this left a cold and hard mark on the depths of his young soul: without money, you are nothing, even breathing is wrong.

Later.

Manny abandoned everything and went to great lengths to board a smuggler's wrecked ship and set foot on that land of freedom.

however.

The land of freedom is not as wonderful as we imagine, nor is it paved with gold.

At least the neon lights of New York City did not illuminate his future; instead, they made him appear even smaller and more pathetic.

When I first arrived, I only knew German.

He spoke broken English, because he had come here illegally and had no legal status.

These restrictions, coupled with his deep-seated but futile greed, made it difficult for him to navigate this jungle-like city.

Many things happened in between.

He has also had various experiences of being disgusted by others.

In this process.

Manny deeply understands the difficulty of acquiring wealth and feels that every job he does is like draining his energy, yet it can never fill the huge black hole in his heart called greed.

Just when I was suffocating from the feeling of defeat.

By sheer chance, he found a way out!
When he delivered pizzas to a secluded villa.

Notice here a group of ordinary people with blank stares, and a man standing behind a simple altar who calls himself a spirit guide.

He intended to leave the pizza and go.

However, seeing that it was quite lively here, I subconsciously stopped and listened for a while longer.

then.

He then heard the man, in an exaggerated tone, preaching nonsense like the "law of conservation of cosmic energy" and "devout devotion in exchange for supreme abundance."

Manny, of course, scoffed at it.

He thought this thing was even more ridiculous than a rural church in Bavaria.

At least in Bavaria's mountain villages, the churches know to go door-to-door to deliver eggs and milk to elderly people so that they can attend the services.

But after the guide completed a certain deceptive step, he miraculously managed to draw a $20 bill from an old woman.

Manny, who had been unwilling to listen and was about to leave, suddenly stopped in his tracks, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes!
He felt he had discovered a treasure.

Because he understands it clearly.

This is not a manifestation at all; it's a blatant scam!

It is plunder that takes advantage of people's despair and ignorance!
A crazy idea almost immediately took root in his mind.

If others can be deceived, why can't I?
And... I can do better!

The rest of the story is unnecessary to elaborate on.

A meticulously crafted gold-sucking machine, designed to extract the lifeblood and marrow of believers, was launched after much preparation.

That once lowly, downtrodden stray dog ​​on the streets of New York has finally built its money-grubbing kingdom in this twisted quagmire.

Manny would never allow his kingdom to have any problems, and he would never allow himself to return to that Bavarian mountain village and live a monotonous life.

then.

He practically broke away from Peggy Bradley and ran like the wind.

After plunging into the villa area.

In his delirium, he didn't notice anything amiss.

Instead, they went straight to the entrance of the core villa whose gate had been kicked down.

this moment.

Manny saw blood everywhere.

They also saw the gruesome corpses of everyone.

They also saw a figure standing in a pool of blood, slowly turning around.

His face was hidden beneath the hood of his white robe, which was stained with blood; only a pair of sharp, golden vertical pupils could be seen behind the wooden mask.

At this moment, one feels a profound sense of indifference.

It was as if the other party was staring at a lowly creature that wasn't even worth a second glance.

"Fahr zur Hlle, du Scheusal!"

He immediately roared and fired until he ran out of bullets.

But the result was almost hopeless.

Although he cursed, "Go to hell, monster," the other party wouldn't be killed by his curses.

Manny stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, as the man opened his palm, letting the bullet heads fall to the ground with a crisp sound.

“Das darf doch nicht wahr s…”

Before Manny could finish speaking in shock, he found that the man in front of him seemed to have disappeared, and then his vision spun around.

Until he saw his headless body standing quietly in place, with the mysterious robed man who should have been in the middle of the living room standing next to him.

Only then did he understand.

My head was twisted off!
In a trance.

Having become fluent in Chinese through years of hard work, he vaguely heard the mysterious person say something like, "What are you mumbling about?"

(End of this chapter)