Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 313: Chapter 117: One Person, One Hammer - A Frontal Assault on the Yan Family

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An intruder! One has come from the outer tower on his own initiative!

It’s purely for his own malicious amusement, although he has to pretend to be a fish out of water, holding an iron hammer in one hand.

Although Ye Wei has not mastered the art of sound change, which can make people hear nothing, at least he can imitate it to a certain extent, relying on the same white mist technique he had yet to learn properly.

This ability is the Spiritual Possession, effective for only fifteen minutes.

The iron hammer is a Spiritual Possession, so is the fighting cloak he’s wearing; even his face is a Spiritual Possession.

The most valuable item to have at this moment is a body covered with Spiritual Possession, especially in this white mist.

It looks even more like the pure speed and pressure of his movements have nothing to do with any skillful dexterity.

Different from the usual white mist movements, it is incomparable! The heavy hammer roars with a soul-shaking thunderous shout, swinging without any resemblance to the former posture.

Jiuyan has once again managed to act as "the first man," although the Yan Family manor has not been challenged for seven hundred years.

Jiuyan is fundamentally a warrior, merely adopting a minimalist approach and employing light tactics; but now he needs to rely on his own strength and intricate sequencing.

Swinging the iron hammer, no one in front of Jiuyan can block his way, for the high tower has always stood alone three levels above the rest.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, do you really think any of you can stop me?"

He looks even more like a lovable yet mysterious character, not that he plans to pretend to be an ironworker, but no matter how tall, he can’t be taller than an ironworker.

He couldn’t change his tall stature, naturally, so he even had to bring an iron hammer to make himself look more like the role he was pretending to be.

Jiuyan had also made ample preparations for this affair; forcing his way into the Yan Family home is quite a perilous event.

It is Jiuyan, in reality, who is the intruder, altering the style of his face.

[ "There will be no defeat without a battle, but at least for now you will not have your way, of course! Shouldn’t we rush to find our target immediately, rather than discussing which one might be better? I really want to believe that you have done your utmost to gather the defense in this short time, but it seems you didn’t even notice me approach. I’ll ensure I’m always within your reach, enforcing a multitude of high-handed tactics]

Those around him are a group that has suffered from his hammer strikes, falling unconscious on the Yan Family grounds.

An intruder appears in the outer courtyard of the Yan Family, wearing a long black robe, holding a mysteriously sourced iron hammer, and carrying an evil-faced device.

The Jiaxie family has always relied on these weapons to acquire various resources, although it may not always be good; Xie’s hero probably wouldn’t come from the very top spire of the Jiaxie home.

All the people on hand are armed with weapons, as every one of them wields some kind of device. A large private mercenary troop begins to move forward towards the outer courtyard, each of the Yan Family’s high-handed men already on guard in Army Guard Town.

But these servants are very quick to address questions of opposition.

They didn’t even have time to sound the war horns, which would usually signify a historical encounter of great significance.

Having lived in security for so many centuries, they’ve long forgotten the use of warning horns, not even aware of the danger they’re facing in the outer estates.

"I’ve never been able to hear the warning horns here before; could it really be a malfunction?"

"What happened, was there a malfunction?"

One of the third-floor people, who could be a highly skilled doctor, quickly comes to realize what is happening, even though they’re still somewhat dazed and have only just made it back to the high tower of the Fifth Level, the Yan Family estate.

The loudness of the warning horns has thrown the whole Yan Family into a bit of confusion.

But Jiuyan was in the Banquet family’s office building, making a hasty exit.

At the same time, he was thinking whether Qin’s land next to theirs was opportune or not, as he would visit Qin’s family shortly to prepare.

Jiuyan decided to go to Jiuyan’s place to inform her of this affair, as he had already quickly finalized the contract with the Banquet family’s abandoner, Jiuyan, who had not received any news of the Qin family’s proposal for a long time.

Naturally, he would not have a single pretense that could surpass his own concocted theories—how could there be someone who does not die? freewebnoveℓ.com

They, these lowest-tier creatures, did not care about the cause of any remarkable achievements in getting wounded and entering the hospital. Having one vote, they all held a power of veto against themselves, as being the Banquet family main house.

Jiuyan was very fond of this kind of work, being like a lord of life and death himself; the Banquet family had just recently ordered a batch of sixteen contracts.

They would choose to progress up the tower from the outside, needing to conduct some blood cleansing injection experiments. Being evil inside the tower would cause everything to be transformed into crows within, having to perform some outside tower experiments first.

Moving from the inside tower to the experiment pods, from sick beds upward, and moving from below the third level to the fifth level.

These people being relocated to the Banquet family estate due to them being extremely highly infectious, ultimately faced with an incurable condition.

Among these people, there were some "forcibly sickened" victims who were still suffering from the deadly malaise.

Most of the lower levels, as well as some hired soldiers from the second and third levels, were absent from work in large numbers—they are usually patients of the hospital, extending to members of the Army Guard Town and the Army Investigation Corps.

Although suffering injuries or harm as a result of the tower’s outer regulations were common sightings, the emergence of physical abilities allowed many types of people to avoid most diseases; the Banquet family was affiliated with fifty-eight percent of the medical production industries below the third level.

And thus, for any experiment, they were the ones in need, with the Banquet family handling medical technology, Jiaxie managing technical science, and Qin having the strongest military force.

That’s what Jiuyan meant by "person."

Although not a guardian or eternal being, the Banquet family main house master could intimately touch upon the core life essence, unlike Jiuyan who was engaged in his usual affairs within his own office building.

The Banquet family’s estate, fifth level, high tower.

(This part should arguably enter into the jail section.)

The white mist headed towards the Banquet family’s forbidden land, shocking everyone present.

The white mist was currently invading the Banquet family, nearly trampling them with a posture; despite its emergence from the high tower, it was powerless, for the true strength of the Banquet family was much stronger than the bestowed number with a plus sign.

If Jiuyan was involved, then not a single confrontation was winnable on hand; as if acting as a guardian, the white mist still hadn’t truly mastered control over the land where many people were placed, since positions could be exchanged sufficiently enough with a single word from Jiuyan.

But no one truly wished to endure such a hammer blow, obviously, it’s just a ruse—a guise of the game called "Fourteen Eighteen."

These hired soldiers had given up resistance, but upon witnessing the frightening reality of the white mist, no more scary abilities hung suspended in the emptiness.

This energy slowly scattered, as if an all-powerful hand gripped and fained a spell-like model to emulate a complete fire power array, transforming their own strength.

Erleipu’s eyes provided an exceedingly clear positioning, as the white mist actually knew the directions.

He quickly pointed out the direction, the Banquet family old man realized this time.

"Now, where in the Banquet family’s estate is the forbidden land? You can’t just answer so quickly, not having eaten enough, nor can you handle the hammer, my child," Jiuyan said playfully, as the white mist sped extremely fast approaching the Banquet family, just after repeating the freshly asked question, he watched as the Banquet family’s elder’s body smashed heavily against a wall of a low building.

The white mist remembered an invaluable "One Thousand and Sixteen" superweapon during that silent second of fearful punishment, but Banquet family old man had something else to say, and yet he feared the silent penalty.

"Where in the Banquet family’s estate is the forbidden land?"

Gazing into the fiendishly menacing face of the elder Yan, Wang could distinctly perceive

Yan Jiuyan picked up a white fog with one hand and looked at the expression of the little guy, wondering how he would react to such a situation.

Yan He and Yan Jiuyan were involved in a fierce exchange, with the latter raining down a series of large eighteen-pound and small fourteen-pound hammers at a terrifying speed, which seemed quite overkill for defeating a mere wolf.

This truly signifies the worth of a genuine disciple.

There are zero chances of defeating the white fog, especially when it’s condensed into this little creature within the mech—the very essence of power and control exchange.

In fact, this form of fire control mastery is a unique kind of opposition, a definite counter to mechanical control.

Even compared to a Model One mech, let alone the aforementioned terrifying level of fire control against a Model Three mech, the technology provided by the Jiaxie Family paled in comparison to such absolute control.

Understanding zero’s underlying mechanical principles is even more frightening—not only because of zero’s formidable power, but because it exudes absolute dominion over Mechanism City.

These weapons, simplified as they might seem, akin to a vassal witnessing his lord’s command, abruptly came to a complete halt in the empty air with a wave of the white fog’s hand...

Although Jiaxie doesn’t sell their top-notch products to other ruling families, they’re easily capable of slaying fourth and fifth level hands with ease.

For reasons inexplicable to them, their hand-held weapons that normally send out a steady stream of energy would suddenly freeze in midair—more mysterious than this illusion was the inexplicable phenomena they witnessed.

Nobody dared to move, yet all were shocked to their core by this stark reality, watching the Yan Family’s patriarch being brutally beaten as if spellbound.

"Eighteen!"

...

"Fourteen!"

"Eighteen!"

"Fourteen!"

"Ho-ho-ho-ho, this person is the most venerable one here, give me a break and roll aside! Fourteen!"

Yan Jiuyan watched as the child who was being bullied responded with a mere light hammer, which triggered an immediate chain reaction in the steel weaponry, ready to retaliate.

But facing the heavy, cumbersome-looking strikes from the white fog, he couldn’t dodge them at all. Erleipu is, by nature, not one who can stand against his own hands, and he normally wouldn’t need to defend himself since he had already reached the tranquil waters of the high tower, barring the presence of proficient protectors.

The final blow targeted the head, but not before slamming into the right arm, abdomen, and even the left shoulder, pounding Yan Jiuyan to different spots on the ground with four heavy hammers.

"Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen!"

~Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! Not bad at all, playing the role of big brother, my little paralyzed face boy. It’s not just little secrets I’m telling you; you’re also a friend of the so-called friend. After all, wasn’t he the little paralyzed face himself? How could I possibly fuel the fire if I weren’t truly flammable?~

A large hammer hammered right onto Yan Jiuyan’s face.

"Eighteen!"

"Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, time to start making money!"

Everyone could feel the weapon almost thinning out, on the brink of releasing a high-speed medicinal spray.

Seemingly trapped by some inexplicable force, a tremendous energy appeared to burst forth from his empty-handed swing, creating a hold in space as if it was all being propelled by some divine force.

At this very moment, the white fog seemed fundamentally divine, channeling fire control mastery that was enough to spray out flesh-obliterating energy, yet seemed as harmless as a barrage of dense bullet showers following Yan Jiuyan’s command.

"I can only regret that he didn’t have a chance to show his scientific skills," said a certain white mist, secretly, thinking it was important to remind them. But if it were a melee, even I would be worn out, let alone them using countless Xie Family weapons without proper calibration.

"Alert: High preparedness level; imminent shock entry into self-sealing mode. The enemy force has a high capability," observed the front line. "There’s a significant difference between their vigilance and ours."

At the same time, Erleipu added an extra note to himself, which was exceptionally keen: "Initiating the command for fire control: is the hazardous warning of explosive firepower detected?"

Accompanied by continuous white mist, they received a notification of a different type of vigilance while engaging with Spiritual Possession, all at the same time.

Fundamentally, these intruders could not have had any comprehension of the Yan Patriarch’s meticulously planned defense; this was the first break-in they had ever attempted against it.

Jiuyan’s language was indeed truthful; for over seven hundred years, no one had dared to approach the venerable tower with such brazen firepower, precisely because no one had ever had the strength to survive with firepower like that. The fact that the Yan Family’s elite guardians were an exceptional class on their own also played a part.

The white mist appeared almost crazy compared to the usual first encounter with Jiuyan’s hidden retreat; it was like witnessing an actual madman.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, will you be well-prepared to settle debts now, Little Fourteen Hammer, Big Eighteen Hammer? It seems you really need to find a familiar door, and a well-known path," the white mist taunted.

"Although you are looking for that person, and despite you disliking these Fathers, I suggest you do not delude yourself with too much eagerness, even if they exhibit a similar taste and affection to your own harmonious relationship with your father. They’re nothing like you and your father," the white mist critiqued with a distinct tone.

Yet, these two individuals had brought themselves into the situation and naturally deserved their punishment, although he didn’t seek them out, the white mist couldn’t help but be amused.

Although the Yan Family’s might was without question, their prowess could not be compared with these elite guardians, who were not just for offspring succession, but also bore the strength of a Sixth Level. Jiuyan Yan had retired far away, yet he still held significant power.

Amidst the crowd behind them, Jiuyan Yan issued a command: "Firepower, engaged!"

A sound of strange laughter erupted; holding the iron hammers was of no defense—these Yan Family elites couldn’t repel the persistent onslaught of the white mist with their flesh alone as heavy hammers whirled and danced along their arched paths through the air.

Accompanied by an evil mask on top, this figure seemed to emerge from the tower as if casting a threat not just from the outside. These mercenaries were akin to each encountering a demon at the tower’s peak, as one by one, they met with this strength that was fierce enough to shake the very tower, despite it being known for not harboring any evil.

"Is he just stretching lazily... with that action of his?"

"Despite wielding such a cumbersome iron hammer, to have such exaggerated speed... he has no visible weak point."

"Could it be some strange phenomenon... being struck by his one hammer, even the top-class mercenaries in our ranks didn’t stand a chance?"

With Jiuyan Yan advancing so aggressively, Yan was not showing his hand, and Yan was the most vulnerable at this particular time, especially with Jiuyan Yan suddenly vanishing from sight.

If what they say about the Yan Family’s defense being a retreat for ’a man of high standing’ from the Jianghu tales is true, then perhaps this white mist that’s so deadly is him. He is said to be from Jianghu’s legendary warrior lineage.

Although Jiuyan Yan had already managed to keep a considerable distance from the white mist at this point, every time he emerged from the tower, he was a very fierce wolf, regardless of the outcome. But every time they faced these enemies, these Yan Family elites were surpassing even fourth or fifth-level opponents, whom Jiuyan Yan had once handled with ease.

These people... they’re nothing but a mere threat to the white mist.

Specially equipped with Xie Family weapons as a backup reserve, the sovereignty gardens had almost complete control over supreme power, which stood in opposition to the lower third levels.

The Yan Family also possessed extraordinary strength, not just relying solely on these known defense mechanisms, but also on powerful individuals ranging from the fourth to sixth level.

Many among them were from Army Guard Town’s "Squad Leader" division or were even investigators.

If what is said is true about this crowd being the ’hidden high-standing people’ of Jianghu, then that means these powerful guards too, were once part of these elite mercenary troops.

Essentially, these are the great sovereignties’ gardens that stand before the white mist, acting as the barriers.