NABC Chapter 269 All the trump cards have been revealed!
Chapter 269 All the trump cards have been revealed!
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Hanlu and Sun Wukong stood on the cliff top, looking down at the five guys below who were bound to each other with themselves as chains, their bodies radiating dazzling golden light.
Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at Hanlu, his fiery eyes filled with questions.
His eyebrows were slightly raised, and a faint, ambiguous smile played at the corners of his mouth.
It wasn't mockery, but more like a playful, gossipy attitude.
"Sigh, there's nothing I can do about it."
Hanlu spread her hands, looking helpless. "Most of these guys are fragile."
Honestly, these heroes—though I'm a believer in balance, considering their physical abilities, I can only give them a couple of suitable martial arts moves to slightly improve their physique.
He wasn't that amazing—he could kill a bear with one punch, outrun a cheetah, and have more endurance than a horse.
He paused, scratched the back of his head, and added, "Okay, this doesn't seem necessary."
As Hanlu was boasting about her teaching methods, she suddenly realized that human endurance is the most amazing thing in nature.
So this last point seems unnecessary. But—who cares, these details don't matter.
The monkey whose limbs were tightly bound by the five brothers was still struggling.
His muscles bulged, veins stood out, and every tendon in his body was throbbing wildly, like a snake being squeezed and writhing desperately.
However—all the joints were forcibly blocked there by the opponent's muscles.
Because his joints were restricted, he was unable to exert any force with any of them.
Elbows locked, knees trapped, wrists twisted—
The five bodies acted like five intricate locks, completely sealing off his power from five directions.
"roar!!"
Sun Wukong's clone let out a deep roar, the sound rolling out from his chest with a metallic vibration.
The sheer shockwave sent the man who had just picked up the sword, ready to behead him, flying through the air.
The figure somersaulted twice in the air before crashing into a tree and barely coming to a stop, cursing as it got up.
"Everyone, add him in—don't give him a chance to escape!"
Li Feng was the first to rush forward.
His steps were reckless, like a bull charging ahead, and he grabbed the shield and smashed it into the opponent's head.
The metal struck the skull with a dull thud, one, two, three times—
But after hammering it several times, he found that his hands were a little sore, his thumb and forefinger were numb, and his knuckles were congested with blood.
The result was that the other side—
It's no big deal, not even a penny.
Sun Wukong didn't even blink.
Those fiery eyes stared straight ahead, their pupils reflecting Li Feng's distorted image, while a provocative smile curled at the corners of their mouths.
But Li Feng did not give up.
He gritted his teeth, his cheeks taut like two stones, and continued hammering.
Each one is heavier than the last!
Each strike is more ruthless than the last!
The edges of the shield had begun to curl, and his hands were trembling—but he didn't stop.
He even went so far as to forcefully pry open the other person's mouth.
He gripped the jaws of Sun Wukong's clone with both hands, veins bulging from the back of his hands down to his forearms, and with all his might, he pried open the mouth—
Then he shoved the muzzle of his revolutionary gun into the other person's mouth.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two consecutive bombings.
A muffled thud exploded inside the other person's skull, like someone had set off two firecrackers in an iron pot.
The sheer amount of smoke and dust from the explosions was enough to demonstrate the ferocity of the firepower—grayish-white smoke billowed from Sun Wukong's ears and nostrils, forming two thin columns of smoke in the air.
The problem is—the other party is still completely unharmed.
Sun Wukong's eyes even held a hint of boredom. He continued to struggle incessantly, the muscles in his neck bulging like a python swallowing its prey.
The five brothers of Wan Zhongxia have already started to creak.
Their bones were groaning under the strain—crack, crack—the sound of joints breaking under extreme pressure.
Sweat rolled down their foreheads, temples, and necks, forming streams that soaked their collars and dripped onto the gravel ground beneath their feet, spreading out dark, damp patches.
But they still did not give up.
They gritted their teeth and couldn't even utter a single word—afraid of losing their breath.
His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his face went from flushed to ashen, and then from ashen to pale.
Not only that.
After catching his breath, Qi Xuan, having saved Li Feng, used all his strength to forcefully crush his body to the ground with his aura.
This unique airflow acts on the surface of every single hair on the target's body, delivering power from every angle—
The surrounding air began to distort, and the pebbles on the ground were pressed into the soil, making a soft, crunching sound.
Gradually, gradually—the cyclone itself became exhausted.
Even her beautiful figure couldn't maintain its pose in the sky.
Her knees were trembling, her arms were shaking, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead one after another.
Finally—he was back on the ground, half-kneeling and half-squatting, looking particularly pitiful. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, like a fish washed ashore.
The steel spider—rose.
Amadeus Zhao reassembled his armor.
Although the deep dent from the previous dent remained on his breastplate and smoke was still billowing from the vents, he was already able to stand up.
He held the "sword" directly with both hands—though it was actually a laser cutting device, with nanoscale energy beams guided and pulled by electromagnetic force, ensuring that this thing could theoretically cut through any material on Earth.
He gripped the hilt with both hands, the blade humming, blue and white light flowing along the edge, as if he were holding a solidified bolt of lightning.
Then—he got the thing and rammed it into Sun Wukong's chest.
"ah!!"
With an even deeper and more profound aura, Sun Wukong's head snapped back as if tilting backward, the back of his head carrying immense force, forcefully smashing away the leader of the Wan Zhong Xia who was controlling his brain.
In that instant, everyone heard a dull thud—like two iron plates slamming together.
The leader of the Wan Zhong Xia gang flew backward like a puppet with its strings cut, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground and sliding two or three meters before coming to a stop.
Its once golden body instantly turned back into a dull yellow, as if all its fuel had been drained.
Even if the other person's arm is slightly bent.
It appears to be a fracture.
But he remained standing, ready to stand up.
His elbow was bent at an unnatural angle, and every movement made him gasp in pain, but there was no sign of giving up in his eyes.
But—even though Sun Wukong had already broken free of one head, he was still trying to struggle to free the other parts.
At the same time, I can finally use my arms to exert force!
With a sudden jerk of his right arm, Wan Zhongxia's second brother was thrown out and crashed into a boulder, which shattered upon impact.
have no choice--
Li Feng had no choice but to jump up and take over the position of the previous leader of Wan Zhong Xia.
He clung to Sun Wukong's chest like a koala, his legs wrapped around the other's waist, and his hands tightly gripping the other's neck.
He pressed his shield against the opponent's forehead, continuing to control the opponent's chest and head.
"Hurry up—what other tricks do you have?" His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, each word trembling.
"Damn it! Watch this! A miniature fission bomb!" Amadeus Zhao rarely swore, his voice filled with a desperate, reckless madness. "I refuse to believe—you can fucking digest this stuff!"
at the same time--
He forcibly removed the nuclear reactor, which everyone considered to be a pinnacle of creation, from his own chest.
Beep—beep beep—beep beep beep—
The red warning lights began to sound rapidly, each one faster and sterner than the last.
Everyone was instantly stunned.
If they remember correctly—
This thing looks like a small nuclear fusion reactor, doesn't it?
If this thing explodes—
"Wait—what if that thing explodes?"
The voice of Wan Zhongxia's third brother changed, carrying a fear that surged from the depths of his soul.
"There's no other way!" Amadeus Zhao's voice trembled as well, but his hands didn't stop. "This guy's shell is just too hard—we can't break through it at all! We can only try to find an opening from the inside! I'll reduce the power!"
His fingers flew across the reactor shell, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the metal surface, where it was evaporated into a white mist by the high temperature.
Unfortunately, the opportunity was too short.
How could Sun Wukong possibly watch as the other party forced that thing into his mouth?
The revolutionary cannon shot into my throat earlier still felt like I'd swallowed two scalding hot stones.
As for this thing now—just the chilling energy index alone is enough to make one tremble all over.
The light emitted by the reactor changed from red to orange, and then from orange to white, and the energy readings on everyone's masks skyrocketed!
The five Wan Zhongxia brothers, who were already suppressed to their limit, were flung away by his remaining arm.
The four people flew off in four directions like cannonballs, crashing heavily into tree trunks, rocks, and the ground, making a series of dull thuds.
Even Li Feng, who was still wrapped around his neck and holding a shield to his forehead—
He also knocked him away by tilting his head back.
Li Feng felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a buzzing sound in his ears, and he was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a truck. He tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, a metallic taste filling his mouth.
He also knocked him away by tilting his head back.
Li Feng felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a buzzing sound in his ears, and he was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a truck. He tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, a metallic taste filling his mouth.
Then—Sun Wukong kicked out and sent the steel spider that hadn't even had time to be stuffed in flying!
That kick landed squarely on his chest.
"roar!!"
"My—bomb—"
Amadeus Zhao's voice was shattered by that kick.
The steel spider, which had smashed through two large trees, was still unable to stand up for a while.
A distinct footprint had appeared on his breastplate—a deep, sunken footprint with scorched edges.
Even though the nanomachines were frantically trying to heal the damage, Amadeus Zhao himself inside had already started vomiting blood.
That kick just now—it seems like it cracked his ribs a little.
With each breath, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my chest.
"Eeya—its power soars to the heavens!!"
Lin Lie, who had already thrown away his longsword and was frantically building up his aura, had gone mad.
Golden dragon-shaped energy swirled around him, based on the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," combined with a bunch of other miscellaneous martial arts such as the "Heart-wrenching Palm," "Dog-Beating Staff Technique," and "Ambidextrous Technique"—
At this moment, everything was kneaded into a ball!
As he roared and charged forward—Sun Wukong, who had just broken free and was trying to soar into the sky to gain the upper hand, was immediately caught tightly by his opponent.
"Ah-da—ah-da ah-da ah-da ah-da da-da-da!!!"
Amidst all sorts of frantic shouts, countless fists, accompanied by countless afterimages and mixed with sharp energy, slammed fiercely towards Sun Wukong in front of him!
Every punch carried a roar like a dragon's cry, and every palm strike made the air buzz!
Suddenly, Sun Wukong, who had been trying to create some distance, was knocked back to the ground by Lin Lie.
But—almost everyone with eyes can see it.
Lin Lie has already gone all in!
However, this move comes at the cost of draining all the true energy from his body!
His face went from flushed to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to a nearly transparent bluish-green!
Even though his fist was still swinging, the force was beginning to wane—
The initial "boom, boom, boom" turned into "slap, slap, slap," and finally into an almost silent touch.
However, Sun Wukong—
It didn't feel like I got a single penny.
He had even begun to tighten his grip on the stick, preparing to turn around and chop it down.
A hint of impatience flashed in those fiery eyes, and the fingers gripping the staff tightened slightly, causing the runes on the staff to light up once more—
"ah!!"
Lin Lie used his last punch, still with some force, to deliver the final blow.
He had originally prepared himself for Sun Wukong's indestructible body to perfectly withstand him—
With his eyes closed and teeth clenched, he waited for the recoil to shatter his bones.
But who would have thought—the moment he threw that punch—
There is something.
Sun Wukong was thrown back as if he had been hit by a speeding train!
His limbs were outstretched, his body was leaning back, and two deep furrows were dug into the ground beneath his feet.
Lin Lie looked down in disbelief at his hands, which were gradually losing their golden light.
He was already exhausted!
His two thighs involuntarily tilted forward—he knelt down.
His knees slammed against the gravel, causing a sharp pain, but he felt nothing at all.
His mind was blank, with only one thought echoing repeatedly—
How is that possible?
But when he raised his head and straightened his chest again—a golden halo had already slammed into Sun Wukong's body.
The first time—he was passively thrown away by someone.
"It's a bullseye!!"
Shangqi, who had been hiding in the shadows, finally made his move.
He didn't know whether to call his move "lightness skill on water" or "walking on snow without leaving a trace"—
Just max out stealth.
As he struck his bullseye in the chest, using the momentum to invigorate himself, he casually grabbed the bomb that had been kicked away from the ground—
Its posture resembled that of a leopard hunting its prey, with its back arched and legs tucked in, all its power concentrated in its core muscles! Then it slammed down hard on Sun Wukong's neck.
They gave the other party absolutely no chance to struggle!
He shoved the fruit-shaped bomb in his hand into the other person's mouth with a clean and decisive motion.
Sun Wukong raised his staff, intending to smash the person away—
But the opponent had already nimbly flipped forward and pulled the bullseye back, simultaneously turning and increasing the force—
Using the ten-ring shot he fired like a cannonball as propulsion, his body separated from Sun Wukong at high speed.
At that very moment, the cyclone slammed its hands into the ground.
The surging airflow instantly formed a giant tornado—enveloping everything inside.
Sand and stones flew everywhere.
The sky darkened.
"Boom—!!"
The bomb stuck in Sun Wukong's mouth—finally started to explode!