Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 228: Chapter 32: Charge, Investigation Corps!

He had actually pulled his own arm down in response to the increasingly chaotic breath he felt; Zong Xu had a crimson barrier blocking him, followed by Liu Mu and Nie Chongshan being there.

He still considered himself the victor, as he believed there was no real strength in the other person that outmatched his own.

Zong Xu knew that he would have no chance to capture Nie Chongshan, who was now facing his own hundreds of punches without retreat.

In a short moment, Nie Chongshan burst forth with even greater strength than Zong Xu could muster.

His monstrous strength was unfathomable; an evil form emerged rapidly, a grotesque and perfect transformation.

"Still think you can play the hero? Beat the dog!"

But Nie Chongshan merely snorted coldly, his black burning hand gripped Zong Xu, lifting him and casting him away, despite Zong Xu trying to resist those black flames.

Pang’s massive body pressed down, even larger than Nie Chongshan, as Zong Xu’s neck was clutched by the evil claw; a shocking scene unfolded.

In an instant, a massive and sharp claw struck, Nie Chongshan concentrating a terrifying amount of power in the evil talon.

Nie Chongshan emerged from the void, his muscles swelling explosively, his eyes turning to a blood-red unmatched by any vermilion mist, and a bone-chilling white fog seemed to grow horns like a fierce demon.

A roar of the evil beast resounded as Zong Xu prepared for his continuous assault.

But Liu Mu did not retreat a single step... though his shadow had already sunk into a depression in the ground.

Zong Xu, facing the person who clearly should be much weaker than his own allies, couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t conceivable how this frail little guy in front of him could handle his attack.

The shield shattered into pieces in the thick paste, pulverized under the force of the punches.

Zong Xu, as if swinging his fists by the hundreds, was an immediate necessity to avoid the white mist and Fifth Level’s sharp edges in those few brief seconds of assault.

Fury ignited within Zong Xu as he wildly swung his fists.

With both hands spread wide, protecting himself desperately, he looked just like a shield of some sort.

Liu Mu.

But the rock armor showed signs of rapid repair, even though cracks had surfaced on its surface.

Zong Xu was greatly surprised that his iron fist, which he truly believed to be invincible, was blocked by this strange black rock, which covered the bizarre creature.

Bang!

"Before you try to move him, you’ll have to step over my dead body!"

As Zong Xu swung his fist, it was clear that his intention was to bring ruin and destruction once again.

At the same time, out of the void, there appeared, as if covered by a layer of armor, another figure wearing rock armor, blocking his path.

In an instant, Zong Xu reached Fifth Level, leaving a trail of black fire in the void, propelled to the utmost speed.

Indeed, against the white bone evil, which held grave importance, he had already glimpsed this blazing red crystalline form.

Zong Xu had not yet launched a new Wind Fist attack, and was still summoning the white mist ritual, while lowly and despicable, he was rushing forward, knocked down by Fifth Level.

Although he had to indeed possess a person in front of him, Qin was already scared because of his dread at the fast-approaching deadline for breaking through this vengeful qi barrier. Nevertheless, with a shock of clarity, Qin realized he would have to change the terrain and move the battle elsewhere.

But the little girl was still standing there in the white mist ahead of him.

The sphere of black qi had shrunk a full circle after Zong Xu’s punch, with a trace of chaotic, slightly reddish breath.

Then, astonishingly, the strongest punch, which he believed to be his own power, dissolved silently and without resistance, as he caught a black qi ball with a little girl on the side, looking at the white mist. The terrifying qi made Zong Xu tremble with fear.

"No one is allowed to move him; he belongs to me!"

Zong Xu’s powerful punch was inexplicably dissipated by the overwhelming red qi form, which had absorbed the resentment of many people. White mist didn’t know such a thing as red qi.

For a moment, the Wind Fist clashed with this fierce intensity, causing the battlefield of the Fifth Level to erupt like a typhoon outbreak.

! The sight was stunning, like two completely black currents colliding!

. A perfect aberration, the resentment transformed.

! Striking like a punch from Zhong Xu itself, a figure identical to Zhong Xu, engulfed in black resentment, launched an attack towards the white mist at the very moment when Zhong Xu was about to be destroyed, forming a protective shield around the intensely dense black resentment.

"Don’t worry, big brother."

: A voice echoed through the white mist, and although his opponent’s punch was imminent, he did not retreat an inch, ready to face a fatal blow.

. The white mist was already calmly observing the twisted air of the Wind Fist.

! Before an unseen punch even arrived, Zhong Xu’s step crushed the floor of the pavilion! These people would disperse like smoke if only Bai Wu died. frёeωebɳovel.com

! He intended to resolve Bai Wu in an instant, unlocking the potential of his entire body with the destructive power and speed of those words, securing Bai Wu’s fate without a second thought.

. He felt danger even though he only knew the foreboding presence, having grasped little of what was coming, Qin Xu didn’t really know this fellow at all, as he watched Bai Wu press down with his hand.

. Even the ability to summon death from his own body, a power to rival the greatest monsters of the world, would suffice for their battles.

. These include black-robed members of the family, each bearing their own title... a traveler, a law officer, a doctor, a merchant, an ironmonger. He should be wary of the one holding the scythe and wearing a black robe; he had heard the true story behind the Black Gold Island from that guy, much earlier than expected.

. Covered by Xu Zhong’s black flame, he felt a chilling aura enveloping him.

! An entire battlefield roared like a beast, reverberating with wind sounds, as waves of energy collided unexpectedly in the air, ushering in a tumultuous original force, vast enough to be called immense.

. One strong presence after another appeared, opening up "doors" that resembled swirling vortices.

! Although his blood boiled with anticipation, he had never felt a moment’s chill in nineteen years.

. He never forgot his identity among these partners, for even in this world from which he originally came, there were still those who were a veritable group of hellish demons.

. At this moment, it might be Nie Zhongshan who unexpectedly emerged, carrying with him a fate that seemed no less than a curse, as his destiny spun around like a Buddha.

. There were only the two of them, seeking justice in their own way, because that’s what they originally came here to do, surviving in an extreme environment.

. There were only the two of them, eventually cast out due to the high tower’s sinister machinations, even though they were once part of the Investigation Corps in this world.

...because of them.

. That phrase from the Investigation Corps was proof enough, no need to explain or prepare any defense; he was truly acting on behalf of the Investigation Corps.

. Liu Mu was the same, staring stiffly at Nie Zhongshan’s figure.

! Bai Wu, an almost Burtonian sight within the Investigation Corps, finally shattered through the mysterious high walls, erupting once more in a wild charge, after being destroyed and reborn time after time.

. Friends who had turned from brave warriors into transient shadows due to a heart’s obsession, and those soldiers who were just struggling to survive.

. Devolving into a nine-headed snake afterward, it was Gu Linhai who would devour serpent blood that allowed him to witness that which had not yet come, only surviving for the time being.

! Yet they were unwilling to accept death’s end, which was also their diagnosis, and although they themselves were the comforting smiles on the Nine Springs, they too had not yet escaped the high tower.

. They yearned too much to see that... Although it was just a difficult rumor to avoid, the reason they could follow their comrades to burial in the yellow earth was precisely because they were not forsaken, they also fought and despaired, and knew defeat.

. The Nine-Headed Snake’s sudden realization made him see clearly what was going on, though he had always found the Nine-Headed Snake’s death rather peculiar, having never actually seen it.

. Even the white mist felt its own blood burning, and the emotions that approached were weak and diluted.

. The entire space warped and collided, as the fort-two main roads, once frighteningly fast, had long since turned into a falling Iron Rider.

...in that moment, as his body was pierced by a bone-chilling beam of deadly light, Zhong Xu stood still in the midst of the advancing attack during this split second.

"Charge! Investigation Corps!"

: As the Nine-Headed Snake burst forth from the void, a loud cry resonated, stirring the blood of countless people to a boiling fervor.

! Warhorses neighed, and the Forty-Two Iron Riders emerged. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Shock and disbelief filled the eyes of several members of the Investigation Corps when Liu Shaoming, Nie Chongshan, and Wind Fist let out that cry.

An echoing voice came from the void.

Feeling simultaneously shocked and enraged, Zhong Xu almost immediately unleashed a surprise attack on Wind Fist, who was currently in the middle of the third passage.

Despite the fierce onslaught crashing towards him, Liu Shaoming stood his ground without moving an inch, guarding Wind Fist’s side.

Meanwhile, on another part of the battlefield, Nie Chongshan was engaged in combat with Zhong Xu.

Could there be...some kind of extreme danger? It wasn’t just that this person with the white fog and the same kind of face was difficult to deal with; it was that there might still be many more changes to come today, and he had no idea.

This person...was not merely a figure who had just appeared, yet there was something extremely dangerous about him that gave Lin Haigu a sense of dread.

But at this moment, Zhong Xu felt an unexpected weariness...

Zhong Xu moved directly through the white fog, his punch coming at lightning speed, a death blow intended for Wind Fist.

The entire area, now called Sharp Forest, was displaced, shifting to a different location due to some sort of strange magical maneuver by Wind Fist, who outmatched even Zhong Xu’s dominating blow.

The figures taking the stage were the grotesque creatures of Sharp Forest.

Standing out amidst them was a very thin man who, at first glance, might seem unremarkable, but now looked quite heroic as he stood alone against them.

The cape of the man with the mysterious face fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound under the residual force of Wind Fist.

"This time, I’m coming to save you in exchange for my previous life!"

That punching force, which seemed so sudden and strong, sent everything around it shaking, although it dissipated immediately upon touching the white fog...

He launched countless punches into the void, aiming at the white fog, locking onto it once more.

"Die for me! Die for me! You mere ants deserve death!"

Zhong Xu burst forth with raging fury, his shout echoing as his fist strike created a crater in the ground, altering the scenery with the explosive force of his punch.

In an instant, the white fog vanished.

A golden light engulfed the remains of the white fog above, and an expression of delighted surprise washed over Zhong Xu for the second time.

It was as if his Wind Fist was a scythe of death, a godly power similar to Buddha’s.

Yet a deep red blocked one of Zhong Xu’s blows, leaving only the heart of him behind, the one who had already destroyed a Wind Fist aimed at the white fog.

Seeing a potential for victory once again, Zhong Xu prepared for impending danger.

On the other side, Nie Chongshan and Liu Shaoming were unable to fully block the aggressive charge of Zhong Xu; however, they tried to intercept him simultaneously, blocking his way.

Jiaqin was immediately deep red, knowing that she needed to expend a significant amount of energy to create a barrier of resentful qi to handle this strong beast, Zhong Xu. Even with that, it was difficult to contain three Zhong Xus at once—it would require great effort.

With a small gesture, deep red once again activated the incredibly potent resentful qi transformation.

Zhong Xu and the white fog engaged Wind Fist separately, each fighting their battle.

"Let’s see how you defend against this!"

It was perfectly synchronized with the consumption of five Zhong Xus.

To everyone’s shock, in a matter of seconds, Zhong Xu split into six.

Even Nie Chongshan, feeling a thread of mortal danger, had no solution for this power.

It was like the woman he had just seen, mimicking Zhong Xu’s movements.

Nie Chongshan’s brows furrowed as he watched the scene unfold, remembering an extremely troublesome woman he had encountered, a wanderer who could kill merely with her presence. This was also the cause of a previous incident he was recalling.

But at this extremely short moment of recovery, Zhong Xu’s arm...

...that single arm, unexpectedly swollen to an exaggerated length in no time, was the result of monstrous mutation, a grotesquely perfect term of odd happenings.

This girl gave him a feeling even more terrifying than Zhong Xu himself.

Sharp Forest frowned at this.

"This place does have some familiar faces, huh? Haven’t seen you in a while."

Pang had only simple mutations, but Zhong Xu’s mutations were terrifyingly unlimited.

At this very moment, Zhong Xu truly realized the monstrous creatures created randomly on Black Golden Island by this person.

Shen Yueshu...

Why her? Why did she appear here?

He was simply afraid, unable to harbor any other thoughts at this time, because of this woman...

...Zhong Xu didn’t move, stunned by the shockingly beautiful appearance of a woman standing behind—pure awe...

She revealed the innocent smile of a child, as if seeing her dearest love, holding an electric saw.

Another little girl dressed in purple, esteeming her eyes as if she had found the answer, looking at the black-flamed monster, enveloped by her gaze, wearing a skirt of purple.

She frowned at seeing the red-dressed girl getting too close to the white mist.

But she didn’t look at Zhong Xu at all and instead glanced at the white mist beside the red-dressed girl.

Those black omens coming her way were just a black cat squatting on the shoulder of a young girl.

Three women walked out, the last to emerge from the phantom passage.

Zhong Xu had already asked for help in vain, convinced by the white mist that it was the very force of his misfortune upon his own body—these auras were nothing but an embodiment of calamity.

A black aura had settled upon him, seeming like there was no escape for himself... Zhong Xu had also noticed it.

But he seemed unruffled, his aura completely locking onto Zhong Xu’s body—whether it was Sharp Forest, Lin Haigu, Nie Chongshan, or Liu Mu—none of them were in a panic.

The white mist looked out for Zhong Xu, considering whether to try escaping.

Zhong Xu was convinced he only needed to escape to the Nourishment Realm, having no fear of facing such reinforcements when he could rely on his mutating growth. Even the Wind Fist would suffice to restore Zhong Xu’s vitality—a food source from the Nourishment Realm.

But the situation on the ground was indeed becoming more chaotic, a significant toll on their strength, and these bodies, exhausted from the energy drain, were already weary.

Six bodies weren’t enough, that’s why he immediately went for a fifty-fold acceleration, the thirteenth weapon!

The main body, Zhong Xu’s entity, began to split and multiply amid the fierce assault.

Although the supercharged vindictive energy of Lin Haigu was exhausting, it was still not as powerful as the major Reconstruction, which also began to crumble amid the pulverizing by the Iron Cavalry.

The main body of Zhong Xu started to tear itself apart, continuing its reckless gambit...

...realizing the need for food as his vitality waned ever weaker.

...

At this moment, he, who had waited nineteen years, filled with vengeance, suddenly felt that the world might not be so hopeless after all—it felt as if his loved ones were within reach...

The true reason for these nineteen years, for Lin Haigu’s existence outside the Frost Tower, meant something.

This was, in fact, the cleansing plan initiated nineteen years ago by Qin Zhizhe and the other tyrants. Now, suddenly feeling the consequential aura upon his fragmented body while being hammered by the Iron Cavalry, White Mist gazed on...

Waiting nineteen years for this hopeless expectation had never been warm, yet he had never felt such a chill.