A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 106 Retreat and Advance

Splash splash splash splash—

Large raindrops almost formed lines, and countless misty curtains of water drifted from the high clouds onto this land filled with buildings, perfectly illustrating the torrential downpour.

The rainfall in Singapore and Malaysia over the next three days was originally expected to be mainly light to moderate rain and showers. Even if all the rainfall from those three days were concentrated and fell on such a large scale, it would probably be completely wiped out in less than an hour.

On the rooftop of a six-story commercial building in the distance, dozens of black umbrellas with alloy frames clustered together. Leopold stood under the umbrellas, gazing at the scene on the other side of the base.

His translator, a middle-aged man who also served as a staff member, was trying to make his voice clearer in the rain.

"Yan Zhen's side acted very quickly, and they have already held a press conference. In this city right now, there are very few people who have the courage and time to stop them."

"In terms of combat strength, we are by no means the most outstanding group among these people, so we can wait and take advantage of this underestimation to wait for the right opportunity..."

Leopold watched silently as Stuart and Harald's convoy moved toward the base.

Raindrops hit the vehicles, splashing out countless finer droplets, as if each car was shrouded in a layer of intense, lively water mist.

He recalled the day Yan Du and Guan Luoyang fought their decisive battle; a few hours before the battle officially began, it had also rained.

Leopold didn't care about the rain at the time; he knew that when the two men fought, their victory would far surpass what a rain shower could offer.

However, as the battle truly began and ended, while Leopold was dazzled by it, he also couldn't help but feel a profound emptiness that he couldn't share with anyone.

Admittedly, the two men displayed considerable destructive power in that battle, but it seems that their vitality was not as strong, tenacious, or unshakeable as Leopold had anticipated.

At least, that's how Yandu is.

This powerful figure who had left such a deep impression on Leopold didn't die in a particularly earth-shattering or resounding way.

When people are killed, they die.

Regardless of one's identity, status, or how much scheming one has, whether it is proactive or reactive, whether one is a powerful figure or a master of martial arts, a moment of carelessness or a single misstep can bring death to the brink.

"What a heavy rain! Much heavier than that last one."

Leopold suddenly interrupted his aide and extended his hand out of the umbrella's reach.

Raindrops pattered on the brand-new robotic arm, which had been repaired just a few months earlier. After a few seconds of crisp, thudding sounds, Leopold gave a command.

"Let's go, let's go right now."

As he said this, he turned and left, saying, "We'll leave here immediately. Once we get downstairs, we'll go straight away and not look back."

The aide was taken aback and hurriedly followed, almost causing the bodyguard holding the umbrella beside him to fall behind.

"Seventeenth King, the news has already attracted a lot of attention. Big shots in Berlin have also sent messages multiple times. Even if we do nothing, we can't leave before the winner is determined."

The aide said somewhat anxiously, "Otherwise, it will definitely affect your reputation when you go back, and you might even attract a lot of ridicule and difficulties."

"Hmph, from my failed attempt to challenge Yan Du to this experience of observing from the sidelines, the biggest takeaway for me is that I've come to understand some things."

Leopold continued without hesitation, saying dismissively, "The criticisms of those old fogies are not even worth a hair on these people's heads."

"And we must leave before the battle begins, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back."

Even in the face of failure and setbacks, Leopold's fighting spirit will only be honed to a sharper edge. Once this chaotic battle truly unfolds before his eyes, he is unsure whether he will throw himself into it like a moth to a flame.

"This is not the time."

He warned himself like this, and quickly went downstairs and down the steps in front of the door.

The bodyguard standing there opened the car door for him, just before he stepped into the car.

Leopold suddenly stopped, his gaze sweeping over the roof of the car, his eyes fixed on a certain direction.

Those following behind him, looking in the direction of his gaze, could only see a row of shops across the street.

Leopold's gaze began to move to the left from that position, as if sweeping across the shops, or as if penetrating through them, to see the things on the street on the other side of the shops.

Between the shops, narrow alleys formed, and the staff and bodyguards, looking through those alleys, finally spotted their target.

It was a figure wearing a straw hat, dressed in the attire of a Japanese samurai, with a sword at his waist, walking through the heavy rain.

The man hadn't even looked around; he walked straight down the street where he was, heading towards the base.

Leopold blinked, clenched his fists, and got into the car.

"Regardless of who wins or loses today, who lives or dies, the winner who survives, just wait and see. One day, I will challenge you."

The convoy from Berlin turned around and sped away like a long dragon.

………………

Inside the base of the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society, on the artificial grass, Guan Luoyang was tilting his head slightly upward.

Despite the torrential rain, under the control of the Zhou Tian Dao Field, he only needed to exert low-frequency force through his bones to remain as still as a mountain rock. Within a one-meter radius around him, not a single drop of rain could penetrate.

On the contrary, his hearing and perception of intention were even more all-pervasive than the torrential rain, bypassing all the interference of the rain and clearly sensing the few enemies who were worth his attention.

"They actually ran away..."

Guan Luoyang muttered to himself.

When he was about to start the fight, he first unleashed his full power and killed the weakest group of people.

Unexpectedly, Leopold managed to retreat just before he launched his attack.

More importantly, in roughly the same direction, another, even stronger aura, following Guan Luoyang's perception, was trying to lock onto him.

The sound of rain became background music to them. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, the different colors of their wills were already trying to encroach on each other's lives.

Beyond the rain curtain, one side is a gray-white color with a hint of sharp, bright silver, while the other side is a pure blue, brimming with vitality.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The base's iron gate was deformed by the impact of a speeding car and torn off the frame.

The second acceleration caused the rubber tires to screech violently against the wet, slippery iron gate, rolling over it and leading the convoy behind them as they crashed into the base.

Yan Zhen gathered thirty-six disciples here, all dressed in Zhongshan suits, in groups of six, each in charge of a different direction, and each holding a long stick.

As soon as the car drove in, the group of six people there went to greet it.

The two men at the front extended their long sticks, creating an angle between the car's chassis and the ground, like a viper flicking its tongue, their movements perfectly coordinated.

The car at the very front flipped over and flew into the air, crashing onto the roof of the car behind it.

These dark, long sticks may look unremarkable, but they are actually made of high-strength fibers twisted together, making them incredibly strong and tough.

Moreover, the mental states of these thirty-six people are at least at the level of perfect concentration. With every move, their mechanical limbs can exert a force of at least three tons. To them, lifting a car is as easy as flipping over an empty cardboard box.

But the American agents in the car were also battle-hardened elites, and they leaped out of the car almost simultaneously.

The bombs, hastily thrown by twenty or thirty people before they even hit the ground, created a powerful, whirlwind of flying rocks.

Their goal was to destroy the electromagnetic interference device first. Once that device was destroyed, their advantage in numbers and weaponry would be revealed.

Yan Zhenyin raised her eyebrows on the grass and poked her forehead with her right hand, pointing her fingers together.

The magnetic field fluctuations emitted by the True Spirit Electric Energy caused visible ripples to appear around his entire body, dispersing a large number of raindrops. He then swung his right sword finger in that direction.

The sudden downpour of rain rippled through the air, sending all the bombs flying back over the agents who had already entered, and hurling them at those still lying in wait outside the gate and beyond the courtyard wall.

Explosions, toxic fumes, and anesthetic gases rose into the air one after another.

But a whooshing sound tore through the chaos. Situ Dianluo flew up from outside the courtyard wall, piercing through the rain and instantly covering a distance of nearly a hundred meters before crashing down onto Yan Zhen's head.

Yan Zhen caught the attack with his left palm, his arm bent into a semi-circle, his shoulder slightly drooping, his waist and hips shifting slightly, his entire body releasing the force, and his five fingers clenched together, ready to grab Situ Dianluo's heel.

"Huh?! I clearly injured his back with that kick, but the smooth progression of the movement... has he already recovered so quickly?"

Unaware of the existence of the Transformation Pill, which had miraculous effects on flesh and blood injuries, Situ Dianluo was somewhat surprised to find Yan Zhen already fully recovered.

But his skill in aerial kicks was unbelievably high. He dropped his foot and pulled it back immediately, accompanied by a flash of lightning, escaping from Yan Zhen's counter-grab, changing direction, and kicking towards Yan Zhen's forehead.

His figure moved left and right, spinning and rising, launching a series of attacks on Yan Zhen from all directions with his feet.

Throughout the entire process, his body moved so fast that it left afterimages, yet he never touched the ground. Even at its lowest point, his feet never fell below Yan Zhen's waist.

This American general was like an eagle filled with the power of lightning, able to soar freely and possessing the immense strength to break steel.

But this feeling of flying freely is actually an illusion.

Situ Dianluo's mental power allows him to glide and change direction, but the truth behind keeping him airborne is that he can transform the force exerted by Yan Zhen from any direction into the force that keeps him afloat during each fierce attack.

This was shorter and more intense than actual flight, allowing him to launch a dense offensive that left his opponent no time to breathe.

Boom!!!

Then came another loud bang.

The wall in the southeast corner of the base was blown open, and Harald's men leaped in. Yan Zhen's disciples had all eagerly joined the battle.

In that instant, Guan Luoyang's figure suddenly moved.

The moment he moved, the raindrops seemed to slow down; the water droplets, almost suspended in his sight, were directly knocked away by him.

In the dense curtain of rain, there was a fleeting moment when it seemed as if a human-shaped gap could be seen.

Guan Luoyang, bursting at full speed, silently and ghost-like overtook Yan Zhen's disciple and appeared in the southeast corner.

Then, as if beneath the tide, an incredibly hard reef suddenly shattered, or as if lightning had cleaved open a wind cave hidden for centuries, unleashing a fierce and biting gale.

Guan Luoyang unleashed all the energy that swept in from the Zhou Tian Dao Chang, letting it boil, explode, and be released to its fullest extent.

His figure paused for a moment, and he looked up.

A fierce, white, rain-laden gale roared past him, filling the gap in the southeast corner of the wall.

The white, billowing air blasted away Harald's men, and even caused the breach in the wall to widen again, trembling violently.

After a brief, illusory pause, Guan Luoyang's figure caught up with the wind beside him and was swallowed up by the white, misty air.

The rain was turned into mist, and the airflow became a turbulent, furious fog wave.

Harald was standing between several cars when his bowler hat was blown off in an instant. All he could see in front of him was a white blur, which swept in and shattered all the car windows behind him.

Click!

The sound of shattering glass mingled with the sound of weapons clashing.

The long-handled heavy weapon in Harald's hand is officially called a Swiss halberd, or simply a long-handled axe-gun.

The classical form, even adorned with golden rose patterns, is an artifact forged in the most advanced war materials laboratory on the northern coast of Europe.

The weapon, which should have been heavy, became as light and agile as a slender iron bar with a single twist of Harald's hand, and thrust out against the vast white tide.

His vision was clearly severely disrupted at that moment, and he could not see anything except for the vast expanse of white.

But this thrust was incredibly precise, managing to block Guan Luoyang's horizontal slash as he drew his sword.

The Cheng Zhou sword in Guan Luoyang's hand had long been transformed and was no longer the ancient sword with a red thread wrapped around its handle.

Back when he achieved mastery of the Four Great Skills, his strength increased significantly, and his original ancient sword was likely unable to withstand the battles he had experienced. Therefore, he had hardly used the sword in recent months.

It wasn't until after his battle with Yan Du, when the "Shang Qiong Bi Luo Divine Skill" was fully understood, that Guan Luoyang figured out a method of infusing vital energy into weapons to increase their strength. Only then did he have the idea of ​​continuing to use a sword.

However, the original handle was made of ordinary material and could only support a limited amount of vital energy. On Kong Qingyun's advice, he replaced the handle with one made of pearl steel.

The black coating and the bamboo-patterned handle were custom-made for Guan Luoyang, perfectly matching the texture of his palm and his hand movements.

After the cyan energy was infused into it, the jade-colored patterns on the blade became even more prominent, almost like a piece of cloud-patterned jade extending from the black hilt, shining brightly and unparalleled in its sharpness.

Even though the strike was blocked, it still left a deep cut at the junction of the axe blade and the spear shaft.

This caused the handle to slide nearly thirty centimeters in Harald's hand, causing both of his arms to jerk backward.

The two weapons bounced off each other after a violent collision.

Guan Luoyang slashed the knife in his right hand to the side, and then flung the scabbard out with the momentum in his left hand.

With this flick, he truly exerted all his strength. With the infusion of azure energy, the entire scabbard seemed to suddenly disappear from his palm, turning into a line of azure light.

A hundred meters away, Sanada Sengun drew his sword and shattered the light.

(End of this chapter)