Maxima's massive body retreated rapidly, his enormous leather boots spinning backward with tremendous force, sending sparks flying from the hard steel soles against the blue brick surface of the underground bar. Two deep trenches were dug into the filthy ground, and then, with a deafening crash, the Thunder Berserker's back slammed into the thick wall of the underground bar. Dust rained down, and all the decorations hanging on the wall, along with their supports welded to them with seven-centimeter steel nails, flew off. If it weren't for the underground setting, with layers of compacted earth behind him, no wall could have withstood the Berserker's powerful impact.
The solid concrete wall developed deep cracks a few days later, and the wall behind Maxima sank in so deeply that it formed a deep pit that was almost the shape of a human, just big enough to fit Maxima's huge body inside.
Before the somewhat disheveled Thunder Berserker could even display his rage after being powerfully attacked by the enemy, he suddenly found himself struggling to breathe. His heart pounded like a drum, the thumping sound even reaching the ground. Maxima opened his mouth with difficulty, gasping for breath in vain, trying to re-inhale the oxygen that had been burned away by the flames on his telekinetic spear into his still-active lungs.
The surrounding space had turned into a deep darkness, a man-made vacuum. Sealed by the power, not even a single air molecule could be trapped in this isolated space. A perfect semicircle was slowly shrinking as a slender silver body suddenly advanced, with the berserker wielding the golden axe at its center.
Xiao Rou felt herself burning up as well. The feeling of breaking through the limits of her mental energy field from the inside out was so wonderful and so intense that she could no longer feel her own existence. All she could see was the pale, all-encompassing flames that formed an angry, roaring dragon that opened its angry mouth and spewed out a long, almost unstoppable torrent of steel.
This shot had surpassed all the limits she had ever experienced before. It was Xiao Rou's strongest attack since she began cultivating her superpowers. She had also fused the power of the destructive light pillar into the ultimate thrust, which already carried a hint of tragic significance.
Maxima was truly enraged. The unprecedented threat only fueled the Thunder Berserker's boundless, fiery courage, and his berserk rage instantly turned his eyes bloodshot. What kind of attack was this? Wasn't this the most revered and passionately enjoyed way for berserkers to fight? No technique whatsoever, no fancy moves whatsoever, just a head-on collision, a clash of light and fire, a massive clash of power.
Whether they are low-level or high-level berserkers, the fighting style they crave most is that of a berserker, who is born to be a passionate warrior.
With a series of "pop pop pop pop" sounds, countless worm-like blood vessels suddenly burst open on Maxima's upper body, and bright red blood flowed out from his chest and back, turning Maxima into a blood-soaked figure in the blink of an eye. However, the blood did not drip to the ground according to gravity, but instead gathered on Maxima's broad chest as if it were consciously formed, gradually forming trickling streams.
The stream of blood quickly converged at the thunder pattern on his chest, and then, following the thunder pattern, it gradually filled with blood, soon forming a blood-red thunder pattern on Maxima's chest.
Immediately afterwards, the crimson lightning pattern began to emit a dazzling crimson light. In the blink of an eye, the lightning pattern, as if it had come to life and had consciousness, transformed into countless eerie crimson patterns that rapidly spread across Maxima's chest and back. Even his face and arms were covered with vine-like lightning patterns. The crimson patterns even extended from his arms all the way to the golden axe, transforming the bright and flawless golden axe into a powerful weapon that was a mix of crimson and gold.
The crimson light did not suppress the golden light; instead, they merged together. A bright golden edge flared over the crimson light, emitting a dazzling and breathtaking golden crimson glow.
An unparalleled, fierce aura surged wildly, a spatial anomaly caused by sheer power, subtly clashing with Xiao Rou's earth-shattering, extreme thrust. Maxima roared passionately and stepped out of the deep pit in the wall. His body seemed to be burning with a faint layer of gravity fire, and with each step he took, the ground sank into a large crater.
The golden axe instantly swelled to about twice its size. Maxima held the giant axe like an ancient god of wrath raising his weapon, drawing out a golden, blood-red streak of light, like a tsunami caused by an underwater volcanic eruption. The towering blood-gold waves met head-on with the deep space struck by the Ultimate Thrust, reflecting fiercely onto it.
Absolute emptiness, absolute silence, absolute collision.
It was as if nothing was passing by in the deep, dark void, including time. But suddenly, an extremely faint light flashed, like a matchstick suddenly rubbing together to create a faint glow, and then went out.
The space suddenly trembled, followed by a blinding light that instantly filled the entire void. At the center of the light were rings of pale white flames rippling with light. But in less than a second, the pale white flames were immediately swallowed up by another ring of deep red flames. And after an even shorter time, the deep red flames were immediately replaced by black flames.
Seven flames of different colors swept across the sky in an endless cycle, until finally they coalesced into a completely invisible, transparent flame. This transparent flame was not truly translucent; rather, it resembled a mirror. If the speed of the flame's transformation were reduced countless times, one would see countless bizarre and fantastical phenomena, each bearing clear traces of civilization, silently displaying profound, complex, and meaningful scenes. Yet, these millions of such scenes, condensed together, formed only a single, meaningless ray of light.
The wrinkled, closed barrier instantly unfolded into a smooth sheet of white paper, stretching from a fist-sized ball of paper into a shape the size of a living room of one hundred square meters. The structural points were expanding desperately, like an inflated balloon, or like an insect fleeing for its life with a bird following behind, dispersing the shockwave generated by the collision of the two powerful forces to the maximum extent.
Several entrances to the barrier, each carrying a special frequency, were affected by the explosive power of the barrier's structure. The force was so strong and rapid that it was impossible for the barrier's structural points to expand and reduce the concentration of power. As a result, the special frequencies were exposed unnaturally through the gaps in the entrances, and the sky outside the exit could even be clearly seen. It was like a huge and empty room, where two violent forces were colliding fiercely. Although the room had not been completely destroyed, the door handles and locks had been damaged and opened involuntarily.
In the instant the explosion's light dissipated, everything in the bar was pulverized as if by smoke and dust. Dozens of barrels flew and cracked open, the pungent vodka liquid just managing to spray out from the cracks before turning into a mist of alcohol in the extreme heat, and then into countless basic molecules that make up alcohol and water, filling every space in the underground bar.
All the dirt on the ground disappeared, revealing a clean bluestone floor as smooth as a mirror, but the entire floor had sunk half a meter deep.
Xiao Rou trembled slightly. The mercury-silver battle armor formed by her spiritual energy had completely disappeared. The butterfly-shaped mask only concealed half of her face. The other half of her snow-white and beautiful face showed a deep sense of powerlessness. Her captivating eyes had lost their luster, and a thin line of bright red blood slowly flowed from her bloodless lips.
The telekinetic spear was tightly gripped in her hand. The flames at the spearhead had vanished, and the six spinning diamond-shaped leaves had disappeared. The spearhead pierced deeply through the golden axe's gleaming surface, penetrating Maxima's chest and less than a centimeter from the Thunder Berserker's heart. However, the girl no longer had the strength to move forward even an inch.
Maxima was almost kneeling on the ground. His legs were too weak to support his heavy body. All the blood and gold light, and even the lightning pattern on his chest, disappeared. His body was covered with deep and long charred wounds. No blood flowed out. You could even see the white bones and dark red internal organs in some of the wounds.
His berserk state had completely subsided, and his majestic face was covered with a frosty white. Upon closer inspection, one could see that it was the strange phenomenon caused by his eyebrows and beard turning white in an instant.
After a long while, Maxima slowly stood up. With a heavy thud, his hands could no longer hold the now dull golden axe, which fell heavily to the ground.
"Woman, your fighting power is terrifying to me." A deep and weak voice came from the Thunder Berserker's chest. "However, you still didn't kill me. Although I no longer have the power after my berserk state, I can still kill you with my own strength now!"
Chapter 242 Wind and Strike as One
Matsumoto Tomoki stared intently at Ling Yun, then suddenly revealed a chilling smile: "So Mr. Ling Yun is so uncooperative. Then I'll just have to take Mr. Ling Yun back to our country and slowly extract your memories to see how our ninja magic tricks ended up in your hands."
Ling Yun said calmly, "If you have the ability, you can take me back at any time. I'd also like to see if any decent experts from the Japanese ninja clans are still worth my time after that old guy, Jingu Chiba, died."
"Chiba Jingu!" The moment the name was uttered, it seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing Matsumoto Tomoki and the other three to change their expressions and exclaim in surprise.
"How do you know Master Chiba Jingu?!" Matsumoto Tomoki's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Did he teach you your magic tricks?" His mind was filled with shock and questions.
Jingu Chiba was the supreme leader of the Japanese ninja clan fifty years ago, commanding all ninjas and reigning supreme. Under Jingu's leadership, the Japanese ninjas had the potential to form a powerful supernatural organization and dominate the world. However, for some unknown reason, the once-powerful Jingu Chiba suddenly disappeared without leaving a single word. This left the ninjas full of questions and unsure of what to do. From then on, the Japanese ninja clans gradually disintegrated. Although the four major ninja clans of wind, fire, water, and earth remained united under the name of ninja clans, they had actually split into four separate organizations. The ninja clans declined and became second-rate supernatural organizations in the world.
However, the legend of Jingu Chiba has been preserved intact, and his mysterious disappearance has added countless mystiques to this master ninja. Subsequent generations of ninjas even regard him as the progenitor of modern ninjas, naturally filled with boundless admiration and worship.
Now that Ling Yun has suddenly mentioned the name of Shingu Chiba, how could the four of them not be taken aback?
Ling Yun sneered: "He's not worthy to teach me illusion techniques. I've said it before, your Japanese illusion techniques are actually an adaptation of our Chinese illusion techniques. Even your Five Elements Ninjutsu is derived from the Chinese Five Elements Mystic Arts. Our Chinese things are your true ancestors. Don't think that you can establish your own sect just because you've improved the basic version. If you really care about innovation, then create your own sect. Stop always copying our ancestors and then shamelessly refusing to admit it."
Matsumoto Chizuru glared at Ling Yun: "Shut up! How could our Yamato people's Five Elements Ninjutsu have been learned from your China? What can you do besides spouting nonsense?"
Ling Yun shrugged helplessly: "If you don't admit it, there's nothing I can do. At worst, it'll be like your cousin said. How you want to interpret it is your problem. I'm not forcing you. If everything in Japan is so good, why would you come to China to cooperate?"
Matsumoto Chizuru pointed at him with her finger and suddenly said in a sinister tone, "Sick man of East Asia, listen to me carefully. I despise you Chinese the most. If any Chinese superhuman falls into my hands, I will torture him until he can neither live nor die, just like how our Japanese Emperor's warriors severely humiliated you Chinese during World War II decades ago!"
He suddenly took a few steps closer, completely ignoring Ling Yun's increasingly ashen face, his finger almost touching Ling Yun's forehead: "Do you know? This time, the beautiful Yang Yuqi you were protecting is lucky. If it weren't for you, she would have been mine long ago. I've already figured out how to humiliate her. I'm going to use her as a sex toy for us Japanese, make her film Japanese AV movies, make her groan and scream in pain under every Japanese man's crotch. You Chinese women are only fit to be played with by us Japanese... Ah!"
Before he could finish his last sentence, it suddenly turned into a long, shrill scream. Ling Yun swiftly reached out his right hand, grabbed his finger, and twisted it upwards with force. With a crisp crack, Matsumoto Chizuru's finger bone shattered instantly, and the broken bone fragments pierced through the muscle and emerged from the surface of his finger. He was in excruciating pain, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead.
Normally, with his strength and physical attributes, even a burly man could smash his finger with a sledgehammer without causing the slightest harm. However, for some unknown reason, when this boy grabbed him, Matsumoto Chizuru suddenly lost all his strength, unable even to muster the most basic mental energy field. His hard body became as fragile as a toy in the boy's hands. The physical strength of a superhuman far surpasses that of an ordinary person, but the resulting pain and heightened sensitivity are also several times greater. Therefore, the pain caused by Ling Yun snapping Matsumoto Chizuru's finger was almost unparalleled in an instant.
His intention was to provoke Ling Yun. Once Ling Yun unleashed his fury, the four of them could easily overpower the young man, no matter how strong he was. To prevent Ling Yun from launching a sudden attack, Matsumoto Chizuru was fully focused, ready to counterattack at any moment. However, he hadn't expected Ling Yun's counterattack to be so swift and ruthless. Even with his full concentration, he didn't have time to react before being directly subdued.
This was the first time in Ling Yun's life that he had been so angry. Almost every word the Japanese man said ignited the anger in his heart, especially the part about threatening Yuqi, which immediately aroused a strong killing intent in Ling Yun. He originally did not intend to kill Matsumoto Tomoki and the others here, because Matsumoto Tomoki's strength was not weak, and even if he could kill him, it would inevitably consume a lot of his energy.
However, Ling Yun has now changed his mind. These Japanese are so dangerous, and their actions are so violent and arrogant. Even their words reveal a viciousness and disregard for life. How could such superhumans with such deep hidden dangers remain in the world? Although Ling Yun's expression has softened, an even stronger murderous intent has risen in his heart.
Matsumoto Chizuru struggled desperately, but a deep, abyss-like binding force emanated from his opponent's hand, suppressing his mental field. This rendered all of Matsumoto Chizuru's resistance futile, merely flailing his limbs. Ling Yun's actions were not yet finished; one hand wrapped around his arm and coiled around it, a silver halo emanating from the hand tightly binding him. Matsumoto Chizuru immediately showed a pained expression again. His face turned red, and he desperately tried to open his mouth to roar, but a strange force suddenly sealed off all his breathing organs. In an instant, a suffocating feeling came from his chest. In this suffocating environment, the pain from his arms was ten times more intense. His eardrums were congested with blood, and a sound like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting inside his body reminded him that his arm bones had been shattered by the powerful compression.
A cold light pierced straight towards Ling Yun's back. Matsumoto Tomoki's face showed a furious glint. A samurai sword more than a meter long had appeared in his hand at some point. The blade gleamed with a bright, blood-red light in the sunlight, appearing extremely sharp. However, upon closer inspection, it would be discovered that the samurai sword was transparent, seemingly just a purely telekinetic weapon covered by a layer of shadow.
Ling Yun turned around, and also turned the restrained Matsumoto Chizuru around, directly pointing his body at Matsumoto Tomoki's blade. If Matsumoto Tomoki did not stop, then this blade would pierce through Matsumoto Chizuru's abdomen.
Matsumoto Tomoki's face remained unmoved, his katana thrusting forward with even greater force, seemingly disregarding Matsumoto Chizuru's life. Ling Yun was taken aback and was about to release Matsumoto Chizuru, but as if remembering something, he not only didn't let go to avoid it, but instead shoved Matsumoto Chizuru's body, accelerating towards the katana.