Chapter 60: The Battle Continues (Second Update)

Chapter 60: The Battle Continues (Second Update)

He rose to his feet and glanced at the Japanese alien lurking in the shadows, monitoring the scene. Luo Feng shook his head and sighed softly; the spies of this generation were lacking. Their methods were so inferior that even the reincarnated little monk from among the Twenty-Four Heroes surpassed them. Broad daylight, yet wearing night attire—how could they not know that blending with the environment was key to concealment? And to top it off, they carried Japanese sachets with them while out in the field. Luo Feng had caught the scent of cherry blossoms from a mile away. As for the myriad other small and large flaws, he chose not to mention them.

Everything unfolded according to Meichuan Daito’s script. Events proceeded so smoothly, it was as if everything followed his desires. Meichuan Eve, of the Meichuan family, asked with concern, “Brother, what’s wrong?” Meichuan Daito pointed to the image reflected on the water-mirror, worry etched on his face. “I have a sense that things are going too well.”

Meichuan Eve glanced over, unperturbed. Luo Feng had fought his way into the city, and the various Japanese aliens were being driven back in defeat. “Brother, you’re overthinking. This is perfectly normal.”

Listening to the conversation from the Japanese headquarters, Luo Feng withdrew one divine sense and released two more, nodding. Indeed, everything was within your plan—your wisdom is boundless, your schemes impenetrable, and no one can see through your designs! You’re overthinking, Meichuan Daito!

On the opposing side, the Japanese aliens, steadily retreating, were in utter misery, close to tears. Their souls cried out desperately: “Yamete!” Yet their bodies, beyond their control, fought Luo Feng. Every move was precise, as if they were marionettes manipulated by unseen strings.

Suddenly, another group of Japanese aliens charged in from afar, clearly reinforcements. They brandished blades, intent on a killing spree. Luo Feng surveyed the battered streets and the fleeing citizens, his brows furrowing, sighing softly. Outwardly, his expression grew passionate as he shouted, “Die!”

In truth, hundreds of threads of true energy wound around the newcomers like silk, binding them. The reinforcements halted, then began to weave and dodge, snaking around the escaping civilians, their faces twisted in fear and malice, weapons raised as they rushed toward Luo Feng.

Within the Japanese headquarters, Meichuan Daito watched as the aliens threw themselves forward, fearless and self-sacrificing. He pondered for a moment, then murmured, “Perhaps I was overthinking.”

“To deceive the demon king for the sake of the Empire’s grand cause, even at the cost of their lives! They are loyal samurai, their courage in service to the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor is admirable. After this battle, I shall return and request commendations for them.”

With a palm strike, using only a fraction of his strength, Luo Feng slew the Japanese alien before him. He stood his ground, feigning laughter, “Who else dares?”

Then, manipulating the bodies of his opponents, he shouted a command to retreat in Japanese. The group of aliens swiftly fled, heading straight for the trap Meichuan Daito had prepared for Luo Feng.

A trace of anger appeared on Luo Feng’s face as he shouted, “Where do you think you’re going, scoundrels?”

He immediately gave chase. One pursuer, one fleeing. The pace was steady, giving the impression of a tense, evenly matched contest—a brilliant play of feigned retreat and counter-strategy.

Seeing Luo Feng step into the trap as he predicted, Meichuan Daito’s face lit up. He ignored the unease caused by everything going so smoothly and shouted, “Now!”

The order was relayed throughout, mobilizing the Japanese aliens in the city. In the headquarters, thirty-six divine senses dissipated to thirty-five. Luo Feng smiled subtly. The fish had taken the bait.

“Now!” echoed the command in the ears of all scattered aliens.

Yesterday, the various aliens had already disguised themselves as ordinary citizens and infiltrated the city. Each one was accompanied by a divine sense. At this moment, it was like a battle royale—every alien a player, their divine sense like a Bluehole cheat, granting omniscient vision. Luo Feng’s hidden explosives and dog blood scattered throughout the city were like loot crates. The aliens from the various factions were to loot, destroy formations, and sabotage arrangements.

Japanese aliens clashed with their counterparts from the different factions, yet most found themselves at a disadvantage, outmatched by the Chinese aliens. It wasn’t that the Japanese were weak, nor that every Chinese alien was a genius. Rather, the Chinese aliens had “cheats”—each was guided by an ever-present old master.

A brief cheat is exhilarating; perpetual cheating is pure bliss.

Meanwhile, in the plaza where Luo Feng stood, a torrential rain began to fall, drenching his robes like a waterfall. The ink washed away, the talisman papers soaked through, and the fivefold protective talisman failed. Luo Feng was mildly surprised, looking up to the sky.

They had done their homework well! An impressive maneuver—he’d learned something new. Clearly, he still had flaws; he would pay attention to them in the future. The material for talismans would also need to change. Bricks were a good idea. Perhaps he would try the Five Thunder Suppression Bricks next time.

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, hundreds of Japanese aliens rushed toward Luo Feng; some even wielded sniper rifles.

“Quite the wild approach,” Luo Feng remarked, shaking his head. “But I won’t play along anymore.”

With a flick of his finger, a thousandfold golden light shot forth, penetrating the vital points of the Japanese aliens. Their strength was too weak—even the third form was unnecessary, and he didn’t bother to invoke his golden body manifestation. He simply used the Golden Light Spell to instantly vanquish them.

Watching through the water-mirror, Meichuan Daito’s face changed dramatically. He had heard rumors about Luo Feng, but only now did he understand the terror firsthand. This was no longer human!

“Only gods and ghosts can battle gods and ghosts!” Meichuan Daito murmured with lingering fear, glad he had chosen to summon the Eight-Headed Serpent rather than foolishly face Luo Feng himself.

Thunder rolled! Moments later, explosions echoed across Ping’an County, one after another, unending. The Japanese headquarters was affected as well. Meichuan Eve’s face changed instantly; she formed seals, and a dozen water-mirrors appeared around her, reflecting scenes of destroyed formations and blasted buildings.

“Brother, what do we do?!” Meichuan Eve cried anxiously.

The Japanese aliens remaining in the headquarters changed their expressions in panic—they couldn’t summon the spirits! Who could face the gods within the water-mirrors?

“What’s going on? You ask me, who do I ask?!” Meichuan Daito’s heart trembled, but he remained calm. As a cunning old fox, he was prepared. Outwardly composed, he waved his hand and laughed heartily, “I anticipated this!”

“As general, my wisdom is boundless—don’t panic over trifling matters. The secret channels I ordered you to dig days ago are our contingency plan. Relay my command: those at the eight trigrams positions, begin the blood rituals!”

“Yes, sir!” The aliens in the camp nodded, preparing to carry out the task.

Suddenly, a panicked Japanese alien rushed in, reporting, “Sir, Lord Fujiwara has met with disaster—while drinking tea, he was struck dead by countless heavenly thunderbolts!”

…

In the east of the city, Master Zhang of Dragon Tiger Mountain wielded thunder in his palm, like a god descending to earth. Watching the top Japanese alien struck dead by the Five Thunder True Law, Master Zhang stroked his beard and smiled.

This is how the world should be—the old man remains at the pinnacle of the alien world. A moment of crushing the weak is exhilarating; perpetual dominance is pure joy.

With a sweep of his robe, golden light burst forth, transforming into a thousand golden blades that severed the ropes binding thousands of people.

“Thank you, immortal sage, for saving our lives!”

“Thank you, Daoist master, for your mercy!”

…

“Reporting, Lord Crane One is entangled by an old Daoist and cannot break free!”

“Reporting, Lord Taneyama is fighting with three or four Chinese aliens—we can’t intervene at all…”

Each report darkened Meichuan Daito’s face further.

(End of this chapter)