Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques

Chapter 478: Chapter 471: Though Millions Stand Against Me, I Will Go

"Alone?"

Zhou Yuanjue was slightly surprised by Huang Bin’s words, then couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh. "These guys are excessively cautious. I’ve already brazenly revealed my position, yet they still resort to such a despicable method. I suppose it’s just what you’d expect from the Celestial Demons, isn’t it?"

"Sir! This is clearly a trap set by the enemy. They want you to walk right into it! We can’t fall for their scheme so easily!"

Huang Bin’s voice was urgent. Since the enemy had resorted to such a method, they must have already laid a Heaven and Earth Net, preparing what they believed was a foolproof way to kill Zhou Yuanjue.

If Zhou Yuanjue went, he would be walking right into their trap.

"How many people are they holding hostage?" Zhou Yuanjue asked Huang Bin.

"According to a rough estimate from the intelligence department, there are around three hundred people. Most of them are tourists who were visiting the Black Continent."

At this, Huang Bin’s expression turned grim. So many hostages... if anything went wrong, it would become a major international incident.

"With so many people, if I don’t go, what forces do we have in the Black Continent that can save them? Or are you telling me to just sit here and wait for them to die?" Zhou Yuanjue asked Huang Bin.

Huang Bin fell silent before speaking again. "My point is, perhaps we could call for reinforcements. You shouldn’t have to face this alone. It’s far too dangerous. Your status..."

"Huang Bin, do you know why you’re only a step away from that threshold, yet you’ve been unable to break through for so long?" Zhou Yuanjue said calmly.

Huang Bin was taken aback.

"Face death to find life. Forge ever forward, be bold and decisive. You’re too hesitant, always looking over your shoulder. You lack the will and the spirit to advance even if thousands stand against you. This is the greatest weakness I’ve observed in you recently."

"Besides, my original plan was to have them come find me. This is just a different way of making that happen. The location, the method—it makes no difference to me."

"Don’t worry. They can’t hold me."

Zhou Yuanjue slowly rose to his feet and clapped Huang Bin on the shoulder. "Get a helicopter ready for me. I need to reach Sannas in the shortest time possible."

’Advance even if thousands stand against me, huh?’

Huang Bin fell silent for a moment. He looked at Zhou Yuanjue. ’Perhaps he’s right. Maybe that’s what I’m missing—that decisiveness and spirit.’

"I understand."

Huang Bin nodded and walked quickly out the door.

Zhou Yuanjue watched his retreating back, a smile playing on his lips—one of anticipation and excitement.

’I wonder what kind of existence I’ll encounter this time. How interesting...’

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「Donghua Yanhei Hospital.」

The entire hospital was now under the control of an armed force. The people inside had gone a whole night without food. The militants in control only provided them with drinking water at scheduled times.

Looking out the hospital windows, one could see hordes of heavily armed terrorists gathered outside, their firearms a terrifying sight.

SOB SOB SOB!

Low sobs echoed from within the crowd. The lack of food, combined with the immense pressure from the outside world, had pushed many people to the brink of collapse.

They didn’t know how much longer they would live; they could be shot dead by these thugs at any moment.

"We’re done for. This time we’re really done for."

Zhao Lin buried his face in his hands, messing up his hair until it looked like a bird’s nest.

The faces of the others were also pale, their eyes filled with despair.

"The news is everywhere now. They’re holding us hostage to threaten a top-tier individual combatant from Donghua who has entered the Black Continent. And he’s not just some ordinary Warrior—it’s Zhou Yuanjue, the principal of Donghua Martial Arts University. They’ve already given Donghua an ultimatum. If Donghua doesn’t give in, I’m afraid our fate won’t be a pleasant one..."

"Do you guys think... someone will come to save us?" Anya asked, her face streaked with tears.

"Don’t be naive. This is obviously a trap. Don’t believe all that propaganda in the media about how Donghua will never abandon a single citizen. When the victory of a war and the nation’s situation are at stake, the higher-ups aren’t going to throw away their winning chip for a bunch of people like us."

"Besides, Zhou Yuanjue’s reputation and status back home are so important right now. Why would he risk his own life for us?" Zhao Lin said with a heavy sigh. The others seemed to agree.

"He will come."

Just then, Tan Ying spoke softly, "Someone will definitely come to save us."

For some reason, her heart was filled with unwavering confidence.

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"Let’s hope so."

The others just shook their heads helplessly, taking Tan Ying’s words as nothing more than a form of self-comfort in a desperate situation.

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"That guy... is he really going to come?"

At that moment, on the hospital’s top floor, four figures stood side by side, gazing into the distance.

Unlike the other thugs, these four figures were of different ethnicities and wore different attire. The one thing they had in common was a terrifying, oppressive aura.

One of them was a young man with the distinct features of a Caucasian from the Ori Region, dressed in ordinary casual clothes.

Of the Seven Mo Luo: The Plague of Rebellion, Yuan Luàn.

Another was a man with a mane of golden hair like a lion’s, fair skin, and a black trench coat. He had the distinct features of ancient Heliropa heritage, with azure-blue eyes and a face as handsome as the Sun God.

Of the Seven Mo Luo: Thunder’s Fury, Baiguang.

The next was incredibly tall, like a Titan Giant from legend. He wore a black suit, its fabric stretched taut over his powerful muscles. On his head was a messy crop of brownish-red hair, like a patch of weeds.

Of the Seven Mo Luo: The Raging Furnace, Yude.

The last person was very short, only a little over 1.6 meters tall. They were slender and had androgynous features, possessing a contradictory beauty that made it impossible to determine their gender at a glance.

Of the Seven Mo Luo: The Ouroboros, Sibi.

Four of the Seven Mo Luo had actually gathered in this small city. Each one of them was an existence capable of intimidating an entire continent.

"Who knows? If he doesn’t show up, we’ll just make a new plan. It’s not like we have to do any of the work, anyway."

Sibi yawned. Their voice was soft, yet carried a masculine undertone that was unsettling enough to give listeners goosebumps.

"Using the four of us to deal with a mere human. How ironic."

The monstrous giant, Yude, snorted, his voice filled with impatience. He seemed to find this operation an insult to him.