One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Nie Lingfeng's gaze swept across the entire arena with lightning speed.

The appearance of the monster threw the auction into complete chaos—a crisis, but also an opportunity! Bald Bear's attention was diverted by the monster, the guards were tied up by the monster, and all factions were fighting their own battles. No one paid attention to the missile anymore, nor did anyone pay attention to them, these "unremarkable" attendees.

This is the perfect time for them to act!

"Wang Ye, disrupt the earth's energy and interfere with the monster's senses to buy us time!" Nie Lingfeng quickly gave the order, his voice as calm as if he were stating something perfectly ordinary. "Chu Lan, Ling Yu, Bao Bao, come with me, we're going to the missile area! Duo'er, stay close and be careful!"

"Erzhuang!" He pressed the earpiece. "Report Zhenqiu's location! Brother Gao, you can start the feint attack! Lao Meng, activate your 'gift'!"

"Understood!" came the hurried response from everyone through the earpiece.

Without a word, Daoist Wang Ye took a deep breath, stomped his feet, and created a simplified Tai Chi diagram—the diagram appeared beneath his feet, its black and white swirling endlessly. He followed the steps of the Heavenly Stems, each step landing precisely on the corresponding trigram, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, his ten fingers moving in a dazzling series of gestures, while he uttered a low shout:

"Disorderly Metal Strike! Earth Vein Shift!"

An invisible, mysterious wave spread out from him!

The fluctuations spread outwards like ripples, instantly disrupting the energy flow within the hall. Wang Ye's unique Qimen Dunjia technique excelled at disrupting the natural order of things. The monsters that had just emerged from the ground seemed to have some close connection with the earth's energy; as the fluctuations spread, their movements became slightly uncoordinated and bewildered—one monster stumbled mid-pounce towards a person, nearly falling; another monster's claws were noticeably slower, allowing the person to narrowly dodge them.

The monsters let out confused growls, their heads twisting and turning as if searching for the source that was interfering with their senses.

"Brother Nie! Let's go!" Zhang Chulan shouted.

Nie Lingfeng had already charged towards the missile in the center of the hall like a black lightning bolt!

His speed was astonishing; his feet barely touched the ground, as if he were flying close to it. His black coat fluttered behind him, but in the chaotic hall, almost no one could keep up with his movements.

Lightning crackled around Zhang Chulan—white arcs of electricity leaped across his body, making a "crackling" sound, and he transformed into a white blur, following closely behind!

Zhang Lingyu's hands were crackling with black lightning—the black arcs of electricity contrasted sharply with Zhang Chulan's white lightning. The dark lightning was thick and heavy, like two flowing shields protecting his flanks. He followed at the back of the group, constantly on guard against any threats from behind.

Feng Baobao drew her ninja sword, the blade reflecting a cold arc of light under the lamplight. Her eyes were icy, devoid of any superfluous expression, like a precisely functioning killing machine. A monster sensed the movement in their direction and turned to pounce—Feng Baobao neither retreated nor yielded, but stepped forward to meet it, slashing out with her sword!

The blade flashed like snow!

The blade traced a perfect arc in the air, striking the monster precisely in the chest. The blade sliced ​​into the scales with a teeth-grinding "crunch," carving deep into them, black blood trickling down the blade. The monster roared in pain, its claws lashing out—Feng Baobao spun around like a ghost, appearing beside the monster with another strike! This time, the blade struck the monster's knee, causing it to stagger and kneel on one knee.

She didn't linger in the fight; after landing a successful strike, she immediately broke away and rejoined the group. The monster struggled on the ground for a moment before getting up, but it had already lost its chance to pursue.

Their actions immediately attracted attention!

"Stop them! They're trying to steal the missiles!" Bald Bear roared, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, as he used his exaggeratedly large shotgun to blast back a monster—whose face was riddled with bullets but it still didn't fall—while yelling at the guards and a few trusted henchmen, "What are you all standing there for! Shoot! Kill them!"

However, the hall was already in complete chaos, with humans and monsters locked in a fierce battle, bullets flying, swords flashing, and screams filling the air. Intercepting Nie Lingfeng and his group was no easy task! Several guards tried to rush forward, but were stopped by the monsters halfway, forced to prioritize their own survival.

Nie Lingfeng rushed to the area below the missile in the blink of an eye.

He glanced up at the cold, deadly weapon—the red countdown timer welded to the missile body was still ticking, the numbers changing silently like a beating heart. He didn't touch the missile itself, but instead quickly scanned the missile base and the surrounding control console.

really!

Next to the missile base was a simple control panel with a screen and a few buttons, connected to thick, red and green tangled cables. The screen was lit, displaying some basic parameters and status. This must be the rudimentary launch control device that Bald Bear had put together!

"Erzhuang! Can you remotely hack or interfere with this control panel?" Nie Lingfeng asked urgently, pressing his earpiece.

"No!" Erzhuang's voice was filled with anxiety. "The control console is completely physically isolated! It's not connected to any external network! I've scanned all the signal bands, and I can't connect to any of them! It requires manual operation or physical sabotage!"

Physical isolation. The most primitive yet most effective method.

Nie Lingfeng gritted his teeth.

"Brother Nie! Watch out!" Zhang Chulan's exclamation rang out!

Ignoring the monsters harassing him from behind, Bald Bear, with bloodshot eyes and an exaggeratedly large shotgun, fired a shot at Nie Lingfeng's back!

"boom--!"

At the same time, two of his trusted henchmen raised their automatic rifles and opened fire on Nie Lingfeng! "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—" Bullets rained down like a storm!

"Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Deeply Locked by Heavy Clouds!"

Nie Lingfeng didn't even turn his head, and struck out with a backhand palm!

The powerful palm strike wasn't aimed at the bullet, but rather created layer upon layer of thick, dense cloud barriers behind him! The barriers piled up like cotton, layer upon layer, white and misty, as high as three or four stories, completely enveloping him and the missile.

Bang bang bang! Puff puff puff!

The shotgun shells and bullets pierced the cloud barrier, like mud oxen entering the sea—no, more like pebbles thrown into a swamp—their speed decreased drastically, their force weakened layer by layer. The bullets spun and slowed within the cloud, emitting a muffled "buzzing" sound. Finally, the bullets fell exhausted about a foot away from Nie Lingfeng's back, landing with a "clinking" sound, bouncing a few times on the ground before coming to a stop.

But Bald Bear's shot was extremely powerful—the shotgun was clearly modified and loaded with special ammunition—even though it was weakened by the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, the remaining force still made Nie Lingfeng's blood and qi swell slightly, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

He frowned slightly, but forcibly suppressed it.

"Damn it! Die!" Bald Bear, enraged by his missed attack, became like a raging bull. He threw his empty shotgun—which tumbled twice in the air before crashing to the ground with a thud—and roared as his muscles bulged again, his skin gleaming with a bronze sheen, making him look like a mad bear as he charged at Nie Lingfeng!

He was a master of external martial arts, and strength was his forte! With this impact, two footprints were left on the cement ground beneath his feet, and his body surged forward, creating a gust of wind!

"Brother Nie! Leave this guy to me!"

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. White lightning erupted from his body at its peak, crackling and popping wildly across his skin, even his hair stood on end due to static electricity—"Thunderbolt!"

He actually managed to get there first despite being behind, crashing into the bald bear from the side!

He knew his strength might be inferior to his opponent's—the bald bear's physique was twice his size—but with the speed boost from Lei Fa, his kinetic energy was equally astonishing! Like a bullet, though not very massive, its high speed could produce terrifying destructive power!

boom!

The two clashed like two bulls!

The air seemed to compress, producing a dull thud. Zhang Chulan groaned, feeling as if he had crashed into an iron wall—no, harder than an iron wall, Bald Bear's body was like a solid block of granite. He was sent flying backward, somersaulting in the air before barely landing, his feet carving deep furrows in the ground. Still unable to regain his balance, he staggered back two steps and landed heavily on his backside.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, his arm went numb, and his shoulder felt like it was about to break. He looked down and saw that the sleeves wrapped in lightning had been ripped apart, revealing a patch of bruises on his arm.

But the bald bear was also momentarily slowed by the sudden impact, his momentum diminished, and he swayed slightly, staggering forward a couple of steps before regaining his balance. He looked at Zhang Chulan in disbelief—this skinny little brat could actually block his charge?

"You little brat! You're asking for it!"

Bald Bear roared and swung his fist at Zhang Chulan. The fist, like an iron hammer, slammed down with a "whoosh," carrying a fierce gust of wind.

Lightning crackled beneath Zhang Chulan's feet—blue arcs of electricity exploded beneath his feet, propelling him forward as if he were launched—leaving him narrowly escaping. The massive fist slammed into the ground with a deafening roar, creating a shallow crater in the concrete and sending debris flying!

"Thunder Magic - Palm Thunder!"

Zhang Chulan seized the opportunity, and while dodging, he struck back with his palm, sending out a highly compressed white lightning ball that accurately hit Bald Bear in the ribs!

"Bang!"

A burst of lightning erupted! White arcs of electricity crackled and popped across the bald bear's body. His bronze skin shimmered violently—his physical training was resisting the lightning's damage. He groaned, taking a half-step back. His ribs were charred black, and a large hole was burned through his clothes, revealing charred skin and faintly visible muscle lines.

But he didn't fall down, nor did he lose his fighting ability; instead, he became even more ferocious!

"Tickle me?!" Bald Bear roared, slamming his fist into his chest with a dull thud. "Is that all you've got? You dare to run wild on my turf?! Die!"

On the other side, Zhang Lingyu and Feng Baobao had already stopped several of Bald Bear's trusted subordinates and other guards who had rushed over upon hearing the news.