On the plains, everyone's faces turned pale as they all took a step back in fear.
The German team's captain, Johnson, suppressed his rage. "Bastard! He's using our teammates as hostages!"
The American team's Yark shouted with false bravado, "You're shameless! Put down the Suppressor immediately—"
Hearing that, Lu Jun laughed angrily. "Ridiculous! You ganging up on me isn't shameless?"
At those words, everyone was rendered speechless, exchanging glances with one another, unsure of what to do.
Lu Jun's expression turned cold. Since his opponents had thrown away all sense of fairness, there was no need for him to hold back either. This was the confidence that allowed him to stand alone against a hundred.
Buzz, buzz, buzz! The next instant, a ruthless glint flashed through his eyes. With a single thought, he released the two great ghost fiends—Heaven and Earth. Two sinister shadows appeared like ghosts behind two contestants.
The white-robed female ghost swung down the Earthbreaker Club with both hands, smashing viciously onto the back of a blonde woman. A wave of gray-white radiance spread out, instantly freezing her into a stone statue.
The black-robed ghost fiend hooked his sickle toward the chest of a black French contestant. A wind blade tore open a long gash, blood spraying wildly.
"Ahhh!" Two screams resounded. The two national representatives were instantly gravely wounded as countless spider threads descended from the void. Appearing out of nowhere, they wrapped around both of them, dragging them swiftly into the Hell Furnace suspended in midair.
That towering, heavy black furnace flared with light, as if devouring their souls, letting out cracking sounds before restoring itself once more.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. By the time everyone reacted in shock, the two contestants had already been suppressed.
"Not good," Zhe Luo said grimly. "He's going all out now."
But the crowd still hesitated, unsure whether to attack or hold back. Their opinions were divided, unable to unite their strength into one.
Only scattered bursts of magic came from the crowd, easily devoured by Sea Abyss. Taking advantage of the moment, Lu Jun moved again. Using the summoning inscription granted by the Night Thunder Dream Beast, he slipped into the shadows and appeared behind another unlucky opponent.
His blood energy surged violently. A crimson-gold aura rose into the sky like molten jade as the shadow of a demon god formed behind him. Under the terrified gaze of his target, he threw a heavy punch.
Boom! Pu chi!
The contestant's eyes widened as his defensive magic armor shattered inch by inch. With a deafening roar, an overwhelming force struck him, sending his body flying helplessly through the air. Blood spurted from his mouth in a crimson arc.
As Lu Jun swung his fist, his magic continued. His eyes flashed toward another contestant rushing to help—Mist of Fear burst forth! The man froze in place, terror flooding his mind.
Then, like a raging tank, Lu Jun charged straight in, slamming into him with an Iron Mountain Crash. The victim's body bent backward like a prawn, blood streaming from his seven orifices. With a grasp of his hand, the void split open into Nether Abyss, spider silk spreading out and binding yet another opponent for suppression.
Before the colorful barrage of magic struck him, Lu Jun's figure flickered. Activating the Curse Possession Technique, he borrowed the Earth Ghost Fiend's power, diving straight underground and disappearing.
Within just a few breaths, Lu Jun had taken down three people. The healers from the various teams hadn't even had time to cast their spells—completely overwhelmed.
The near-hundred-member alliance grew even more hesitant, their formation starting to waver.
Lu Jun smirked coldly. Such a rabble—too many openings. A true coordinated siege like the Parthenon's Blue Star Knight Order had none of these flaws; they enhanced and covered each other, working in perfect unity.
Seeing this, Zhe Luo gritted his teeth and roared, "No more hesitation! Everyone, release your magic! I refuse to believe he truly dares use the national members as shields!"
Boom—rumble—!
Finally, everyone snapped. Furious shouts erupted as brilliant waves of multicolored magic surged skyward, flooding the entire battlefield in blinding radiance.
Lu Jun alternated between Shadow Escape and Wind Track, forced to retreat step by step, cornered into a small area, enduring the dense bombardment of magic.
Most of the spells were Basic-level magic, which he could resist with his tough physique, but mixed among them were Intermediate spells—taking them head-on would definitely injure him.
Not to mention, among these nearly hundred young elites, there were strange toxins, curses, and other sinister elements hidden within. A single careless move could harm his foundation.
To this, Lu Jun only sneered. The Hell Furnace above him trembled slightly, and then it spat out a figure—Hannah fell from the sky, completely dazed, her face reflecting the dazzling radiance of the magic storm.
Suddenly, her expression twisted in terror. The overwhelming torrent of magic fell upon her like a waterfall, crashing down with tremendous force.
Boom!
Those with sharp eyes saw, amid the blazing sea of light, a charred "corpse" falling to the ground. Mistaking it for Lu Jun, they broke into smiles and were about to cheer in victory.
But Yark's heart-wrenching roar came first. "Stop! Everyone stop! That's Hannah! Healing Mages, cast your spells now!"
When the raging elemental currents finally subsided, Lu Jun's figure stood there, unmoving and unscathed. At his feet lay the charred figure with barely any trace of life remaining—its identity was obvious.
Swish, swish, swish!
The healers from various countries reacted quickly, frantically releasing magic. Beams of emerald-green light full of life energy descended continuously, showering Hannah's body without regard for mana consumption. They barely managed to pull her back from the brink of death, keeping a fragile thread of life.
"Lu Jun, you deserve to die! You stole our spatial scroll and cost us a life!"
Yark's eyes turned blood-red. He never imagined this man would actually dare use a national representative as a substitute for death.
Within those few seconds, instead of putting Hannah back into the furnace to corner himself, Lu Jun seized the opportunity to move. He lunged forward, capturing one healer after another.
His punches were overwhelming, breaking through ordinary spells effortlessly. Every swing of his arms carried divine strength that shattered the air, leaving transparent ripples in the void.
Healing Mages, being support-type magicians, lacked combat strength. They were practically helpless—five or six were easily subdued in moments.
At that point, Zhe Luo finally realized what was happening and shouted commands, "Psychic Mages, listen to my orders! Send mental commands—everyone use your Space, Shadow, Earth, and Ice spells together! Lock down that Hell Furnace! Once it's restrained, he won't be able to move!"
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Very soon, Lu Jun sensed the shift in the battlefield. Silver light shimmered in the air around him as space grew heavy and solidified. The shadow beneath his feet writhed as countless tendrils of darkness surged upward. Frost and petrification descended upon the massive Hell Furnace above, freezing it with cracking sounds.
Every step he took now met immense resistance. His will surged, but even with all his strength, he could hardly move the black-and-red spider-shaped cauldron.
Throughout this, Asharuiya merely observed coldly from the sidelines. She didn't interfere—partly out of disdain, partly because she didn't want to damage her image by involving herself in such chaos.
Seeing the formations of the various teams finally stabilizing, she raised an eyebrow and murmured, "Not entirely stupid, I see."
Then Asharuiya looked back at Lu Jun. For some reason, though he was being surrounded and beaten miserably, she felt no joy in seeing her great enemy suffer. Perhaps it was because such a victory was without honor.
Forced to endure the barrage of endless spells, Lu Jun roared toward the heavens. His surging magic power burst out in full force as Sea Abyss, Heavy Water, and Supreme Yin were pushed to their limits, weaving layers of pitch-black watery veils in the sky, resisting the frenzied bombardment from an entire regiment of Advanced Mages.
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