Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 124 - Aha, the Fox's Tail

Valentina: [They're fighting! They're fighting! Wow, those sword cultivators really show no mercy. And watching the live stream via mental network is so convenient!]

Liesel: [Um...]

Almaria: [Quack! That swordsman beat Sakazaki Yuri to her knees, he's definitely going to take her back...]

Liesel: [Ugh...]

Almaria: [Oh dear, Ryo Sakazaki has also appeared. Two siblings against one, how unsportsmanlike! But it doesn't matter, even if they both come at me, the swordsmen will all be wiped out together—]

Jacob: [Singer.]

Luo Yinglong: [Could you please consider my feelings? I'm under a lot of pressure.]

Almaria: [Hahaha... Sorry, sorry. My imagination ran wild, don't mind, don't mind... Hey! Takuma Sakazaki's here too, swordsman, attack! Beat him up, hit him! Just like that, crush him in one fell swoop—]

Liesel: [Everyone!]

Liesel: [Could you please stop being so quiet in the mental network? I'm under a lot of strain!]

Almaria: [Gurgle—]

Valentina: [Sorry, sorry, I'll be more careful next time...]

It was a complete mess.

Chaos occurs silently.

At the Kyokugenryu Karate Dojo, Sakazaki and his two companions engaged in a fierce battle with Luo Song and his sister. The three karate practitioners used a variety of exquisite techniques in turn. Song Tian fared well, but Luo Yinglong almost stumbled under the combined attack of the siblings.

Not bad—the weakness of the reincarnators does indeed lie in the accumulation and application of technology. Perhaps this lesson will leave Luo Yinglong with a sufficiently clear memory. In this way, it will save him from a major defeat in the future.

—It's really lively.

Yu Zhiwei quickly glanced at the conversation and images in the mental link. Before Liesel could feel the strain again, she quietly withdrew—her unique characteristics prevented her from speaking much in the mental network, or even maintaining a normal level of engagement. This weak server even allowed her to cautiously peek at the screen; she couldn't participate in her companions' overly cheerful interactions.

—But…it’s too loose.

She had already arrived at the Phantom Bar and entered without much difficulty—with the KOF tournament just around the corner, her rather ordinary casual attire wouldn't attract much attention. Even though there were many fighters in the bar, they only gave her a casual glance and didn't do anything more.

"Arrogance is the original sin, and so many people have stumbled because of it... Sigh."

The thought remained only in her heart as she slowly walked to the bar counter. A capable woman, dressed in a red and white bartender's uniform and tie, with a sharp and elegant demeanor—so much so that, aside from her looks and style, she bore a striking resemblance to Valentina—stood there. She wiped glasses with a white cloth and glanced slightly at Yu Zhiwei.

"The guest seems to be a new face. What would you like to order?"

"Bring me a cup of Arrogance's Blood."

"...Sorry, I've never heard of this kind of wine. Perhaps it has another name?"

Yu Zhiwei sized up the capable blonde woman before her. Even though her inner self was quite different from Valentina's, Yu Zhiwei's patience was much greater than usual.

“The arrogant will bleed,” she said slowly and deliberately. “Who do you think is more arrogant, you or me?”

The air suddenly became quiet.

The sharp-eared fighters around the bar clearly heard what she and the bartender were saying.

Immediately, a hot-tempered fellow slammed his fist on the table and stood up, striding towards Yu Zhiwei's location.

"Hey! Little girl, this isn't a place for you to run wild—"

'boom--! ! ’

One punch.

Without any pattern or warning, Yu Zhiwei's slender fist suddenly slammed towards the side of the hot-tempered man.

The white sound barrier exploded suddenly. A huge burst of intense air grazed past the man's ear.

A gust of wind surged forth, instantly turning the bar's tables, plates, and chairs into a chaotic mess. Everyone witnessed firsthand the immense power unleashed by this slender young woman with her bare body. The surging wind crashed against the walls, causing the entire bar to sway gently.

"Sonic...Sonic Fist!?" A knowledgeable person exclaimed in horror. He scrambled out of the bar. The bartender behind the counter frowned slightly, while the other fighter patrons let out excited growls.

"Such immense power, such incredible speed!"

"Miss Qiong has met her match. This move is more than enough to qualify for KOF."

"Wow! To see such masters sparring, I could easily pay ten times more for drinks today!"

The sounds were mixed.

The will to fight is surging.

Yu Zhiwei looked at the bartender in front of her and tilted her head slightly.

“Very strong.” The bartender put down her glass and glasscloth, and slowly walked out from behind the bar. Every step she took was precise, both in distance and time. “But her technique is very rough.”

"This isn't a style of boxing for hitting people. It's only used when dealing with monsters, extremely dangerous monsters. Only then can you use a style of boxing that emphasizes power and speed." The bartender loosened his collar, untied his tie, and placed it on the bar counter. "And yet, you possess such a style of boxing, without a single scratch on your body. Clearly, you have the right to be arrogant. And you are far more arrogant than I am."

She adopted a fighting stance commonly used in Muay Thai.

“I’m King, and some people call me King. I originally thought you came to ask me to team up with you in the upcoming KOF. But now it seems you’d rather have a fight.”

"I'm just a traveler who loves to enjoy the scenery." Yu Zhiwei considerately put a little distance between them and nodded slightly. "However, having just arrived in your esteemed place, I do hope for a battle that will help me understand my own position. Please rest assured, this will only be a very ordinary sparring match, and I will be responsible for compensating for any damage or damage to the site."

“That’s certainly good news.” The blonde female fighter tilted her head slightly. “Then what are you waiting for? Let me make the first move?”

"I just suddenly remembered something." Yu Zhiwei turned her head slightly, looking in the direction where the first person to shout 'Sonic Fist' had disappeared from sight. She could sense that he was indeed a rather powerful warrior, yet he had fled right in front of her. And many fighters weaker than him were standing there excitedly, waiting for the battle that she and Qiong were about to engage in.

That person possessed something that wasn't particularly special, but could be described as subtly unusual.

And that is...

"Let me ask you something..." Yu Zhiwei's gaze, which had been shifting, returned to its original direction. "In Nanzhen... are there quite a few programmers who like boxing?"

She did not receive a definite reply.

All she got in return was Joan's confusion. "...What did you say?"

..............................

'Boom—'

Si Ming climbed to the top of the last building.

The very top floor of Howard Tower, the very top of Gista. The only place in South Town that offers a panoramic view of the entire city. And there, a blond man with slicked-back hair, dressed in martial arts attire, stands waiting at the other end of the building.

Geese Howard. The Dark Emperor of Southtown. His aura surged like a raging storm.

"Billy didn't even last thirty seconds...tsk, some unknown guy. I don't remember ever messing with you."

His eyes were full of apprehension.

Even though Si Ming only unleashed less than one-tenth of his Night Battle Qi, relying solely on the nameless flames generated by his own body, his eyes were still filled with apprehension. Clearly, the energy gathered within him was far greater than the power Si Ming was currently displaying.

—Entering the third stage of professional training, approaching the third stage... Ah, I'm already in a berserk state.

"I heard you're the strongest in this city, so I came." Si Ming gazed at the King of South Town before him, his meticulously detailed Night Demon Armor transforming from its casual attire and manifesting. The Firelink Greatsword transformed into a sword made of chains, but there was no need to use it now.

He simply stood there, slightly beckoning with his hand.

"Hurry up and get started, here's your chance to show your skills."

"Or perhaps, death."

No ambitious person can tolerate such provocation.

In particular, this ambitious man even considered himself an emperor.

A violent wind suddenly surged, and the figure clad in martial arts attire lunged forward. A fist was thrown, accompanied by a fierce storm of air blades!
"Strong Wind Fist!"

The wind howled.

However, Si Ming only moved his feet slightly.

Even without martial arts skills, the third-tier gene lock easily discerned the Southern Town Emperor's techniques and the hidden counter-move that followed. The cloak of the Night Demon Armor suddenly billowed up, and like a living thing, supported by the battle aura of the night, it not only blocked the wind and waves but also grabbed with great force, capturing the attacking Geese on the spot and slamming him to the ground in the next moment!

'Boom—!' The sturdy top of the Gista exploded with a deafening roar, cracking open in large sections. Gista, who had missed his target, was thrown several meters away upon impact, but he slammed his hand on the shattered ground and suddenly hovered in mid-air. The power of the sky responded to him swiftly at that moment.

Gale Fist.

A blast of wind, as powerful as a tank's main cannon, shot towards Si Ming's head. Deflecting or dodging it would have been quite easy at that moment. But Si Ming chose not to dodge or evade!
A protective barrier of flames suddenly surged up. The wind projectiles that had been fired were rendered ineffective. Siming casually waved his hand forward, and a ball of fire with an adjusted flame composition, so much so that it was predominantly white with less black, resembling a radiant calamity, collapsed as a reward for the attack.

That fireball possessed power.

However, it is far too powerful compared to Simin's rivals.

The next moment, the Southern Town Emperor's expression changed as he landed after hovering in the air. The power that he might have intended to use as a trump card suddenly erupted from his body.

Battle Qi Storm!

The sudden surge of air, like a blooming lotus flower, swept outwards in all directions. However, even this full-force burst could only barely withstand the pure white light and fire that erupted from it.

'Boom! B ...

No matter which direction you are in from in South Town, you can clearly capture the intense radiance of the Gistah Peak at this moment.

The priest in the church closed his book, and the arms dealer on the aircraft carrier looked up sharply. Countless people stared at the very top of the hundred-story tower. And amidst the eruption of light and fire, the Southern Town Emperor, enveloped in battle aura, charged towards his enemies like a cannonball!
There was only a sliver of possibility, only one chance. The disheveled, blond-haired giant had already lunged in front of the visitor. His outstretched palms held all the strength and skill he had accumulated throughout his life.

Death Roar - Rashomon!
The boiling battle qi, swirling in the wind, tore at the powerful enemy before it like a giant beast.

then……

He saw the visitor in black raise his hand.

"boring."

His eyes widened suddenly.

His ultimate throwing technique did indeed catch his opponent, but even with all his fighting spirit unleashed, he could not shake the aura surrounding the person in front of him!

The skill cannot be activated.

The skills were unusable.

The next moment, the raised hand slammed down!

The swirling wind and fighting spirit crumbled upon contact. Even the Dark Emperor of Nanzhen couldn't withstand a single downward strike from Si Ming. Countless hidden observers cried out in horror, while the powerful figure who had unleashed this desperate attack collapsed and fell asleep before Si Ming.

The battle is over.

The battle shouldn't have ended so quickly.

The Dark Emperor of South Town should have possessed greater inner strength and a more resilient fighting spirit. Even if he suffered a temporary setback, he would have maintained his dignity and arrogance.

unless……

—From the very beginning, he knew he couldn't beat me.

His heart failed first, so his body was destined to fall as well.

It turned out to be the case.

Si Ming's gaze descended from the Gis Tower.

Something is hiding from me, hiding from us. And before we arrived, it had already exerted a considerable influence on the city.

Si Ming: [A wandering knight.]

Valentina: [I'm here.]

Si Ming: [Regarding the student who almost bumped into me, I need you to change the direction of your investigation. Investigate something else: if she hadn't delayed me for a few seconds and I had continued walking... would anything unusual have caught my attention along the way before I reached Howard Tower?]

(End of this chapter)