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Chapter 511 Oga's Defeat, Lan Meng's Death

Emotions are the source of strength, but also the shackles of the strong.

The power of Heaven is unparalleled, enough to reach the pinnacle of the world.

But he couldn't let go of the feelings he held in his heart...

At this moment, the Heavenly Dao was using all its power to envelop the lion's mangled body, attempting to remove the metal blades that had burst out from the inside.

The murderous intent in his eyes had long since faded. He naturally knew that this was a conspiracy from hell, and he also knew that his only chance of winning was to use his brother's death to unleash even greater power.

But he couldn't do it...

Oga watched this scene silently, his expression extremely complicated.

He understands the Way of Heaven.

This is the reason why the Way of Heaven is the Way of Heaven.

However, it was precisely this affection that, at this moment, turned into the heaviest shackles, locking him tightly in a corner of this battlefield, unable to move.

The Way of Heaven has been destroyed.

Oga slowly turned his head, gazing into the distance.

Hell hovered in mid-air, and behind it, the forty-meter-tall [God of Destruction] was like an insurmountable mountain, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Two powerful warriors with 990,000 horses each—what utter despair!

The defeat is set.

Oga took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in his chest as if his bones were shattering, but he didn't care.

He slowly closed his eyes, shutting out all the chaos of the outside world.

Everything gradually calmed down in the lake of his heart.

On the other side, Lan Meng's mind had completely turned into a pot of boiling porridge.

How could this happen? How could it have turned out like this?

Every fact was like a heavy hammer, shattering all his previous confidence and plans.

The Heavenly Dao was no longer able to fight, and his elder brother, Oga... was absolutely no match for those two monsters.

We lost, we lost everything!
"I can't die... My dream... My blue kingdom hasn't been realized yet... I absolutely can't die here!"

This idea grew wildly like weeds, instantly taking over all his thoughts.

He glanced at his brother, who was facing hell and the God of War alone, and a barely perceptible trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

He began to back away, one step, two steps... his movements subtle and stealthy, trying to blend into the chaotic background.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Hell's lips as he fixed his gaze on Oga, speaking in a tone filled with mockery and pity:
"Heh~ Oga, looks like your brother doesn't really care whether you live or die~"

These words, though scathing, failed to stir even the slightest ripple in Oga's heart.

His expression became like that of a stone Buddha in an ancient temple, weathered by a thousand years of wind and rain, devoid of sorrow or joy, utterly solemn.

From extreme stillness to extreme movement.

The next moment, Oga disappeared.

There were no signs, no fluctuations in energy, as if he had never been there in the first place.

When he reappeared, he was already standing before hell, his fists outstretched.

This punch lacked earth-shattering power and the domineering aura of tearing through space; it possessed only a pure, unadorned quality.

It's as if the entire cycle of birth and death of the universe has been condensed into this small space.

The power of 970,000 horsepower, amplified by his calm and undisturbed state of mind, unleashed a completely different qualitative change.

【Wuji Zhenchan】!
This is his trump card, the ultimate explosion born from the deepest stillness!
"Oh? So this is my nemesis..."

Upon seeing this, Hell praised it.

"Nine hundred and ninety thousand bolts of power! The Sword of Hell!"

"Ninety-nine hundred thousand horsepower! War God's World-Destroying Fist!"

The next moment, Hell itself and the God of Destruction responded simultaneously.

At this moment, the three most powerful forces in the world collided with a deafening roar!

boom--! ! ! !

At the center of the collision, space shattered into a bizarre, glass-like fragment. The ocean below was instantly evaporated, forming a bottomless, enormous void. The surrounding seawater was pulled up by terrifying gravity, swirling upwards to form a chaotic vortex connecting heaven and earth.

Taking advantage of the moment when the earth-shattering shockwave spread, Lan Meng's eyes burst with wild joy.

Without any further hesitation, he fled frantically into the distance without looking back.

Big brother... I'm sorry!
But my dream absolutely cannot end here!
In the flash of the explosion, Oga's figure was violently blasted away.

He watched Lan Meng's resolute back, a trace of indescribable sorrow flashing in his eyes, which finally turned into a silent sigh.

His body was covered in blood, and countless deep, bone-revealing wounds were constantly bursting open, the result of being struck head-on by two forces of 990,000 horsepower.

But he did not retreat. He forcefully steadied himself in mid-air, and once again, like a beacon that swayed in the wind and rain but would never fall, he stood in front of hell.

This was the last thing he could do for his brother who had abandoned him...

"Ha~ Foolish thing."

The voice from hell, tinged with a mocking, cat-and-mouse tone, reached Oga's ears clearly. "Do you think I'd let Lanmeng leave so easily?"

Before the words were even finished, a cold, viscous killing intent, as if from the darkest depths of the ocean, instantly locked onto Lan Meng, who was fleeing for her life!

That aura was so pure, so domineering, just like a shark in the deep sea.

Sensing this aura, Lan Meng felt his blood freeze instantly, and a fear from the depths of his soul almost stopped him from thinking.

He turned around abruptly, but before he could see anything clearly, a tall, imposing figure, seemingly able to support the sky, had already ghostly blocked his way.

That person, simply standing there quietly, exuded a violent and domineering magnetic force.

"Sea... Sea Tiger..."

Lan Meng's voice trembled and became distorted due to extreme fear.

He never dreamed that he would meet this guy here, at this moment.

Haihu didn't say anything, but simply reached out and grabbed his head.

"Wait! You can't kill me! I..."

The shadow of death loomed over her, and Lan Meng let out a hysterical scream.

He frantically urged the dream creator within his brain to detonate the nuclear bombs he had secretly buried around the world, using the lives of all humanity as a bargaining chip for his own survival!
However, he received no response.

"Why... why..."

Lan Meng's pupils suddenly contracted, and a terrifying thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

It's Skynet! Skynet has already completely dismantled his last trump card!
Everything for him is over.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and Haihu suddenly exerted force with his palm.

In Lan Meng's final moments of consciousness, he saw only a crimson red before the world plunged into eternal darkness.

Haihu used his power to completely disintegrate Lanmeng's body into fragments.

After doing all this, the violent aura emanating from him slowly receded like a tide.

Haihu transformed back into the man named Bai Junlang.

He looked down at his hand, the one that had just crushed the enemy's head, his expression quite complex.

Just like that kid named Skynet said...

Revenge was simpler than he had imagined.

It was so simple that... he couldn't feel any meaning from it.

In the distance, Oga, who witnessed all of this, stood frozen in place.

Lan Meng... is dead?
An unprecedented sense of bewilderment suddenly arose.

However, after this moment of confusion, a killing intent more violent and pure than ever before erupted from his body like a volcano!

Dreams, brotherhood, camaraderie... all the meaning that sustained him in his fight vanished completely at this moment.

He, the killer whale Olga, has lost everything!

“Haha…hahahahahahaha!”

Oga laughed wildly, his laughter filled with endless sorrow and madness.

He reflected on his life.

He possesses the most powerful strength in the world, yet he is always powerless to control his own destiny.

He was like a puppet on a string; no matter how powerful he was, the strings were always in someone else's hands.

But now, all the lines are broken.

"hell……"

Oga lowered his head, his eyes, already filled with blood and tears, fixed intently on hell.

"Now... I'm fighting only for myself!"

Ironically, on this very ocean that buried everything he had, he finally gained the right to choose to fight for himself!

boom!
The magnetic field power within Oga's body broke free of its final shackles and began to surge wildly in an irrational way!
The fortress of 970,000 horses began to shake violently in the face of this force born of despair and freedom!

Unfortunately, this moment came far too late.

His body was already on the verge of collapse after a series of fierce battles.

A hundred rounds passed in the blink of an eye.

Oga's offensive was the pinnacle of his career.

Every punch, every kick, abandons all defense, solely to leave a scar on the enemy.

Several deep, bone-revealing wounds were also added to Hell's body.

But that's all...

Oga's frenzied attack came to an abrupt halt. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the black blade that had pierced through his chest.

The sword pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy…

(End of this chapter)