Chapter 112: You’re way too cheeky.

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“Now!!!”

Lü Bu’s eyes flared red; the Red Hare was already beneath his thighs.

[Unplanned] and [Sweep of the Six Horizons] were instantly bestowed upon him.
With Song Qi’s Heroic Spirit Set adding a 50% bonus, plus the Red Hare’s 10% amplification,
it amounted to a staggering 860% increase.

Boom!!!

A force so enormous it defied belief burst from Lü Bu.
With all attributes climbing to 17,600 points, he looked, for that instant, like an ancient beast devouring heaven and earth.

Bam!
With the lightest shift of the reins, Lü Bu and the Red Hare vanished from where they had been.

A chain of pale pressure waves kept bursting apart like firecrackers.
Those were sonic barriers—the air, unable to respond in time, compressed to its own breaking point.
In that state the air was harder than steel.
But under Lü Bu’s ferocious power, even such hardness was as brittle as glass, powdered instantly.

Even the wind stirred by his run alone was hurricane-like.
Even hundreds of meters away, it still made the faces in the stands ache.

“Wretches... die!!!”

In a blink, Lü Bu appeared above Li Zong, his face twisted in fury.
He lifted the Fangtian Halberd high and brought it straight down at his head.

That last defeat had been an absolute humiliation for him.

The Fangtian Halberd cut through space and came down with a shriek.
Even before it touched him, the ground had already caved inward beneath the force of that pressure.

Yet Li Zong did not flinch. His right hand formed like a sword point, then lifted.
His lips parted.

“Kun Glyph: Earth-Flow Chariot!”

The once unyielding earth seemed to have turned to a river; soil and stone beneath and the bricks of the arena surged as if alive.

The next instant...

Rumble...
A ground-dragon shot into the sky!
An endless river of mud and stone, like a vast inverted torrent, kept battering the Fangtian Halberd, stripping away its force again and again.
Lü Bu’s terrifying assault had actually been blocked by that one move.
The two were now locked in a hard standoff.

Ying Zheng drew his sword and pointed.
Eight terracotta warriors condensed beside Li Zong.
But before they could strike, Li Zong had already formed a spell; round glows of clear flame rose into the air from nowhere.

“Li Glyph: Rootless Flame!”

At once, the moment the terracotta figures touched those flames, they collapsed into ruin.
Even with Ying Zheng and Lü Bu together, they still could not defeat Li Zong!

Seeing this, a book appeared in Song Qi’s hands.
“Not bad,” he said, “but unfortunate…”

He snapped a sudden gesture toward Li Zong. The book in his hand moved on its own, pages turning as if by an invisible wind.

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He had not used [Soul Link] at the start, and it was for this exact moment.

[Seven Deadly Sins: Envy]
So long as the opponent’s attributes exceed your own, it can force a stun.

“Daze him!”

Song Qi barked.
Far away, Li Zong felt as though thousands of tiny needles were piercing his skull. His thoughts fractured instantly, unable to hold a formation.

The mighty earth-dragon collapsed in an instant.
His casting was disrupted.

Lü Bu did not hesitate. He pushed forward again.

“Kill!!!”

Such a gift of heaven he would never let slip away.

Yet Li Zong’s resilience had surpassed every expectation.
He had been stunned for only a heartbeat before a streak of green light flickered over him and he returned to normal.

“Qi-Men Earth Disc...”
“Primordial Eight Trigrams!”
“Turnings of Heaven and Earth!”

Li Zong snapped his right hand. His figure blurred.
Lü Bu’s Fangtian Halberd sliced through where he had been, yet it struck only a fading afterimage.

Boom!!!!

Lü Bu’s strike was earth-shaking.
The dust billowed upward and gathered at the center of the field into a small mushroom cloud rising slowly into the air.
The two ends of the vast arena—an expanse of tens of thousands of square meters—jerked upward.
Then they slammed down again with crushing force.

Every fighter in the stands stood speechless.
Their mouths were open. Their minds had gone blank.

As the dust cleared...
the enormous pit in the center of the arena, hundreds of meters wide, stood fully exposed.
Only then did everyone understand: those two ends had lifted because the whole platform had been torn in two by that single blow.
Its remaining momentum had pressed the sides downward as well.
It was as if a ruler had been pinned down at one end; the opposite end rose up.

“Am I dreaming?”

Only after a long while did someone come to his senses, speaking in stunned disbelief.
“Is this supposed to be a contest between intermediate practitioners?”

“Which intermediate practitioner could possibly reach this point?!”

“This Song Qi—he’s only changed vocation for a month, and he’s already this strong?!”

His eyes were full of helplessness and shattered conviction. His very mindset split open.
His whole worldview was collapsing.
Is this what separates one person from another?
Then what were all these years of effort worth?

“Good Lord! Are you really joking here?!?”
“Watch your temper—have some manners!”

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“I’m watching you, damn it!”

...
Not only he—every competitor in the stands felt endless waves of terror and astonishment.
Li Zong gave the sheer impression of absolute, unadorned invincibility.
You could not help but believe he could defeat any foe.
And Song Qi gave them the purest kind of visual annihilation.

A level-40 intermediate practitioner breaking an arena of tens of thousands of square meters with one strike?
If they had not seen it themselves,
they would have taken it for a scene lifted from an old myth.

These same intermediate practitioners were still congratulating themselves for toppling a few-meter giant boulder.
And yet Song Qi had already split earth and cleaved mountains.

“I tell you... could Song Qi be an illegitimate son of Emperor Li Er?”

“This power... it’s too exaggerated.”

One fighter murmured.

“Ah! Since you mention it, that’s not impossible.”

Others nodded, as if many mysteries had just been solved.
“I knew he was this strong, but if that were true, it explains so much.”

...
In the arena...

Thunk!
Li Zong landed lightly not far from Song Qi; somehow he was now wrapped in a thin, transparent film.
Ripples of spiritual power pulsed across it.

It was clearly a shield meant to block the stun effect of [Envy].

“That was beyond what I expected.”
“I didn’t think, Brother Song, that you even had long-range hard-control abilities.”

Song Qi asked in surprise.

“Wait—you said you were using your level-40 strength just now?”
“Your teleportation, your shield, Earth-Flow Chariot, and the skills you used in the Survival Match—by my count that’s more than nine skills already, isn’t it?”

At this, Li Zong gave a quiet laugh.

“Brother Song, do not misunderstand.”
“Qi-Men Earth Disc is one skill. Qi-Men Celestial Board is also only one skill.”
“But each of them has a complete full casting routine of its own.”

Hearing this, Song Qi knitted his brows.
Could it be possible?
Then one skill would be worth an entire kit of another person’s skills?!

“This is too damn slippery!”

Song Qi burst out with a snort.

Li Zong smiled.

“Unlike you, Brother Song, you have no right to accuse me of that.”