A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 189 Threads, Gears, Teeth, and Fists

When the office building was destroyed by gunpowder, Fachi and his men were already on alert. In that instant, they neither dodged nor fought back against the collapsing building debris.

Instead, they all chose to launch an attack underground.

The foundation beneath this office building is unusually thick.

The concrete, interspersed with thick steel bars, reveals a metal barrier for every meter of depth excavation. In terms of defensive depth, this facility is clearly far more fortified than the base on the coast of Goldfinch Island.

However, if the two people digging at this moment are two four-star martial arts reincarnations, then this level of defense is still not enough.

In the blink of an eye, as they fell into the pit, they each threw over a hundred punches.

When Faki's fist, enveloped in Armament Haki, slammed down, obvious cracks immediately shot out from the bottom of the pit into the three-dimensional concrete structure in all directions.

Ironbo's fist, interspersed among Faki's punches, was responsible for further crushing the already cracked concrete into powder, completely clearing a path for it to fall downwards.

Boom! ...

The surface collapse, by the time it reached the underground space, was only a muffled sound, but accompanied by a clearer cracking sound, a large hole was shattered in the ceiling of the underground hall.

The accumulated gravel and dust in the pit washed down like a small waterfall, and Faki and Tiebo leaped out of the dust waterfall.

The underground hall was empty except for the tables and chairs, but the overflowing trash can next to the shredder and the shredded paper scattered on the ground clearly showed signs of an emergency evacuation.

The white jade-like square lamps on the ceiling of the hall were still lit. Perhaps they had accidentally damaged some circuits when they came down, because two of the lamps were now making a rattling noise from poor contact, and the light was flickering.

In Tie Bo's left eye, the feng shui energy faintly converged into a tai ji diagram. As the engine started, various auras of different sizes and shades appeared in his field of vision.

His head slowly turned, scanning his surroundings, trying to catch any trace of people moving around, and he pointed.

"there!"

The two immediately gave chase and smashed the metal gate that was blocking their way.

The entire underground base seemed to have a pale and monotonous paint style. Apart from the heavy metal doors that always slowed down their movements, there were no other lethal weapons.

Doors were broken, metal warped, and the sounds of them falling off the frames lingered in the increasingly empty space, the white-painted walls reflecting the light.

The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant. Narrow passageways connected the halls and rooms, each of the same size and length. The layout was so strange it resembled a string of candied hawthorns.

Although the equipment in each hall is different, it does not reduce the monotonous and oppressive atmosphere. From the relatively normal table and chair arrangements to the incomprehensible large instruments, and the water tanks soaking various faded human organs, the eerie and terrifying atmosphere only gets deeper and deeper.

Although Fachi and his companion were clearly chasing forward, with the lights above their heads always on, their psychological state seemed to be constantly going downhill, getting deeper and deeper, darker and quieter.

"Psychological suggestion, environmental hypnosis? This level might scare others, but for me, it's just the right amount of excitement."

Tie Bo suddenly let out a strange laugh with a sense of urgency, as if he had been aroused to commit sadism, and before Fachi could, he blasted the door in front of him.

But when this punch landed, the door only dented slightly, unlike the previous doors which deformed and shattered.

Faki felt a strange sensation as he heard the echo of the punch.

Tie Bo was enraged by the door. The dark-skinned boxer with a small braid rolled his eyelids open, making his eyes appear to bulge outwards. The gold rings on his lips and ears bounced and trembled under the influence of feng shui, and the feng shui energy transformed into two-colored streams of energy that swirled around his limbs.

The right fist, the left elbow, and the knee strike were all performed almost simultaneously.

The retractable metal door slammed open, denting inwards like an iron pot.

Faki saw a glimmer of blue floating through the crack in the metal, and suddenly realized where his strange feeling came from, but it was too late.

The entire door was squeezed by tremendous force, cracking and splintering outwards.

Thousands of tons of azure liquid burst forth from behind the gate.

All the facilities in the hall were suddenly washed away and floated up, far from their original positions, colliding and disoriented.

Splash! ...

The water roared.

If it were just a water flow of this magnitude, Faki and Tiebo would at most lose their balance briefly, without even a hair on their heads being hurt. However, within the azure liquid, there were numerous dark shadows poised to pounce, drifting downstream.

The clones, each with a different appearance, moved swiftly within the familiar blue liquid, taking advantage of the swirling currents after hitting the wall to launch a deadly attack on the two reincarnators.

………………

On the ground, beside the ruins of the office building, the sound of engines, chaotic and rapid, approached.

The motorcyclists skillfully and dangerously dodged the concrete falling from mid-air.

Those seemingly ordinary motorcycles, after turning a corner and readjusting their direction to face Jubei, suddenly started spewing blue flames from their exhaust pipes.

With a series of whooshing sounds, every part of the motorcycle trembled, and the tires caught fire due to excessive spinning speed.

Sonic boom rings left behind in the air as the bikers crashed into the air, and the chaotic yet orderly attacks crisscrossed towards Jubei.

With a cold laugh at the last possible moment, Jubei's sword was suddenly drawn. The secret technique of the Nameless God's Flowing Killing Sword caused mirage-like phantoms to appear around him the instant he drew his sword.

The flying car crashed into the phantom, but paused slightly in mid-air. A straight blade cut from the human body onto the motorcycle.

At some point, four or five bright, knife-like streaks appeared on each driver and on each car.

Blood and engine oil gushed out together, and they disintegrated in mid-air.

"The unity of Zen and sword, the art of katana warfare. The founder of this swordsmanship must have been a truly formidable figure."

A cold, emotionless comment came from beside Jubei.

A bald old man dressed in a karate uniform stood silently in the mirage formed by the distorted light of sword energy, completely unaffected by the surrounding sword winds.

"So you're saying I'm not scary enough, is that it?" Jubei twirled the sword in his hand and chuckled contemptuously. "That's true, corpses don't need to be surprising."

*Pfft pfft pfft!*

The bald man's loose shirt was torn in many places, and bright knife marks appeared haphazardly on his body, just like a reenactment of the scenes of those biker gangs.

His dim, yellowish eyes rolled, as if he were looking down at the blade's edge on his chest. But because of this action, a horizontal white crack appeared on his throat, and a slanted mark appeared on his face, splitting his entire face.

………………

As Jubei drew his sword, a sharp whistling sound came from the other side of the ruins.

The black iris mask, though exquisitely crafted and gleaming, is still made of plastic.

After Guan Luoyang removed his mask, he simply rubbed his fingers together, and the scorching air instantly melted the plastic, kneading it into an irregularly shaped black plastic ball.

He bent his middle finger, hooked his thumb in, and held the small plastic ball between the pad of his thumb and the nail of his middle finger.

The magician and the others clearly saw him raise his finger, and tiny ripples of air gathered on the plastic ball before he flicked it out.

boom!

A sniper lying in ambush a kilometer away had his head pierced by this plastic ball.

Snipers in other directions, who were waiting for their chance, instinctively pulled the trigger.

By the time they realized something was wrong, the bullets from their guns had already fallen into Guan Luoyang's hands.

The magician twisted the rose in his hand, and the small flower was shaken into a huge red curtain that swept towards Guan Luoyang, trying to stop his counterattack.

The whirlwind that the motorcycle demon had transformed into was also approaching at the same time.

However, Guan Luoyang leaped up, far exceeding the height of their attacks, and fired the bullets in his hand.

Those clone snipers who might have interfered with him were wiped out after their positions were exposed.

The motorcycle demon's whirlwind soared into the air, the entire vehicle spinning, and the serrated wheels, already driven by the engine, unleashed a destructive force amplified by the combined internal drive and external slashing, making them virtually invincible.

But using an entire vehicle as a weapon was far too rigid and clumsy for Guan Luoyang. He didn't even need to look; he dodged the rotating gears and kicked the underside of the vehicle.

The motorcycle ghost and its rider were kicked dozens of meters into the air, while Guan Luoyang crashed to the ground due to the reaction force.

A red cloth swirled around him and wrapped around his entire body.

The fat chef suddenly lunged forward.

His bloated physique underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment; the layers of accumulated fat and wrinkles were instantly flattened, and his overall length increased dramatically.

When he assumed a lunging posture on all fours, his oversized black leather shoes were still three meters away, but his head was already in front of Guan Luoyang, his facial muscles taut, revealing numerous vertical muscle lines.

His upper and lower rows of gleaming white teeth were spaced far apart, his gums were blood red, and his mouth was wide open, leaving no doubt that he could bite off the entire head of the person wrapped in red cloth in one bite.

Guan Luoyang exerted force with both arms, shattering the red cloth, and slapped the fat chef on the side of the head.

The palm strike missed its mark, and the fat chef's body shrank back like a spring with incredible speed. Then, he burst out a second time, leaping out to bite straight at Guan Luoyang's chest and abdomen.

Guan Luoyang flipped and leaped into the air, striking down with his palm. The azure energy suddenly sank, gravity intensified, and the heat surged.

A three-meter-sized palm print was created in the ground, forming a high-temperature, high-pressure furnace-like environment between Guan Luoyang's palm and the palm print, which limited the fat chef's speed.

The palm strike about to fall from above carries a devastating shockwave.

The fat chef, who was being suppressed on the ground, suddenly turned his head and bit upwards. His two rows of large teeth, rooted in his blood-red gums, collided. Although he did not bite Guan Luoyang's arm, a piece of the surrounding high-temperature energy was suddenly devoured.

As the outside air rushed in, Guan Luoyang showed a slight surprise. He suddenly withdrew his hand, turned it over, and swung it with the back of his hand, hitting the fat chef on the head.

A whip that could easily shatter a solid steel statue struck the fat chef, sending him sprawling into the ground. The spot on his head where he was hit caved in, returning to its original state of piled-up fat, the lethality completely dispersed by the layers of thick skin.

He was like a huge ball that bounced back after being tapped.

Guan Luoyang dodged to the side, watching as he transformed into a blurry black shadow, bouncing and leaping between the buildings surrounding the ruins.

The intersecting trajectories of those catapults all shared a common point of intersection: the location where Guan Luoyang was.

Among the demonic mutants that Guan Luoyang killed in the past, many of them used biting as their main attack method. Their enormous size after mutation, the changes in their skull structure, and the growth of their fangs made their biting more lethal than their limbs.

The human head structure is actually very unsuitable for competing with wild animals in terms of biting power.

However, this chubby chef, who still appears to be human, far surpasses those bloated and proliferating demonic beasts in terms of "savagery."

Guan Luoyang, a four-star warrior, killed those demonic mutants like chickens. But now, facing this fat chef, he truly felt the thrill of being an enemy of a "predator."

As the shadowy figure bounced back once more, Guan Luoyang pressed it down on the top of his head with a palm. The impact of the high-speed bounce sent Guan Luoyang staggering back several steps, but the thick azure energy surrounding him enveloped him, causing his bulimia-prone body to involuntarily float into the air, restricting his movements.

"You're not bad, but the other two are really useless. They said they wanted to kill me, but this is all they've prepared?"

Guan Luoyang's right palm, which was pressed against the top of the other's head, was concave, while his left hand was already raised, poised to strike the back of his right hand with double the force, carrying the concentrated power of the Wuwei True Scripture, to pierce through the defense and bombard the fat chef's brain.

The motorcycle ghost hadn't even landed from the sky yet, and as for the magician...

Snapped!

A snap of the fingers.

Guan Luoyang's left arm remained raised to his shoulder, bent and poised, but he was unable to swing it out.

He used the Azure Qi Dojo, a fusion of wind, fire, and gravity, to restrain the body suffering from bulimia, but he himself was also restrained by something else.

"Oh?"

Guan Luoyang turned his head slightly, and a small mark appeared on his cheek. The majestic surface of his divine robe also showed marks of being tightly bound, especially on his limbs, sleeves, and trouser legs. These marks were as numerous as the surface of water rippled by a spring breeze.

The magician's hands were clasped together in front of the pure white mask, and a ring was placed on each of his ten fingers.

Those extremely subtle things spread out from these rings and stuck to Guan Luoyang the moment the red curtain shattered, continuously entwining and intertwining, twisting and clinging, until now, they have finally tightened up.

Invisible, minute flashes of light connect various parts of Guan Luoyang's body—the magician's best prop: monomolecular threads!

"Destroying Base Four is not difficult. Any four-star fighter who can detect its existence is capable of causing that kind of destruction."

"But a good magician never hesitates to overestimate the audience he invites onto the stage."

The magician tensed his wrists, realizing that the monomolecular thread couldn't cut Guan Luoyang's clothes. He could only forcefully hook his index fingers together, trying to continue tightening the cord around Guan Luoyang's head, neck, and wrists—the exposed parts.

He was unaware of the existence of the divine armor, but the level of defensive effect was not beyond his expectations. "Our deployment was based on the assumption that the target was a high-level four-star enemy."

The odd-numbered forces' ambush tonight is designed to completely overwhelm Faki and his two companions, even taking into account the forces that the old nobles might send out. This way, they can still kill a four-star high-level fighter!

………………

On the side of the ruins, Jubei held his katana diagonally in front of his eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and blew a breath at the bald man whose body was covered with bright sword marks.

"Let the bodies scatter."

This is the elegance of a swordsman, and the composure of a victor.

Bang!

Blood splattered from his nose, and shattered teeth flew out.

Jubei's face suddenly caved in, as a fist the size of a clay pot pressed down on his face.

The next second, his body shot into the ruins like a cannonball, creating a cloud of dust.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The body, propelled backward at high speed, crashed through concrete walls, shattering fragments that maintained their triangular structure.

A road was carved out from the side of the entire building ruins, leading to Guan Luoyang.

The odd-numbered troops, with a total number of less than double digits, were the boss's secret fighting force capable of suppressing any new or old faction in the entire Violet Kingdom.

This bald man was the third-ranked member of the odd-numbered units, the Oyama clan.

He assumed a punching stance, his tattered clothes falling off his upper body, and his forward-stepping foot landed on Jubei's chest.

Amidst his agonizing cries of coughing up blood, Jubei's entire body sank, causing the ground within a three-meter diameter to also sink.

When Mr. Oyama took a step forward, his knee bent at a right angle, the air surged out, and a five-meter-diameter crater appeared under his feet.

The motorcycle demon high in the sky flipped its slender, inhuman body, disassembling the motorcycle beneath it.

The outer shell parts shattered, and gears and pulleys with jet propulsion devices covered his calves and the soles of his shoes. The two large serrated discs that originally served as wheels were now held in his hands.

Transforming from a motorcycle driver into a hybrid of man and machine, a killer soaring through the atmosphere day and night.

Beneath the pure white mask, the magician's laughter could be heard.

"You know what? I hate people who fight in the name of helping others the most. Everyone survives in this world by relying on their cunning, cruelty, and hypocrisy to achieve victory after victory. People who do not have these positive qualities are just degenerate and can only be bullied and abused."

"Everything was originally in such order, but some people who had no deep interest in the matter wanted to interfere with these events and disrupt the original process."

"When I see such a person, it's like seeing something with an extremely slender and beautiful appearance, but with many superfluous tumors growing on it, like seeing weeds in a garden that have stolen the sun's favor."

His voice rose, his power flowing fully through his ten rings, as he suddenly pulled on the monomolecular thread.

"good!"

"Let us trim you down!"

A serrated disc slashed down from the air, and a person on the ground threw a punch.

Guan Luoyang's monomolecular lines tightened violently.

(End of this chapter)