Boom!
In the next instant, Li Cheng’s figure vanished from where he stood, and the air compressed to the extre ford visible shock waves, sweeping in all directions.
Glass shattered, the road cracked, vehicles flipped, and the hundreds of kilograms heavy ceramic puppets carrying the Red Driver and others were directly slamd into the walls by the airwaves,
and when they stumbled out of the puppets, they witnessed an unforgettable scene—
Dozens of skyscrapers were ripped in half, the steel-and-concrete fra-shear wall structures toppled like dominoes,
millions of tons of building materials plumted, dust billowed and churned, forming a mushroom cloud-like gigantic smoke column at the site.
Nuclear bomb, exploded?
The Red Driver gulped down a mouthful, and Fuding Hualong even brought out a brush to sketch a Geiger counter on the spot, used to detect nuclear radiation around.
Li Cheng leisurely returned to the ground, holding in his right hand the blood-stained at-cutting knife he had snatched, and in his left, the pajama-wearing man with only his head remaining—even so, he was still alive, staring intently at the blacked-out advertisent screen.
Including the White Horse Tombstone themselves, no one paid attention to the pajama man who had already lost his strength, all of them looked at Li Cheng with strange eyes,
The latter scratched his head in confusion, "Why are you looking at like that? I know I’m handso."
"...Well," Fuding Hualong cleared his throat, "Pifu brother, you are Lv21 now, right?"
"Yes."
"Lv21 can have such destructive power?"
The Red Driver nearly went crazy, "I don’t believe it, this is too much of a shock to my worldview."
"Trade secret."
Li Cheng shrugged, the speed of his elbow strike brought by the Floating Engine far exceeded the destructive power that a player at this level should have, even when facing a higher level Transcendent, he could still have a chance to fight.
At this mont, the Gray Rain, which had degraded into liquid tal, also crawled out of the building debris, like swimming ashore, tilted his head to shake his ear fiercely, pouring out a heap of concrete stones from his ear.
The White Horse Tombstone, being very knowledgeable, did not continue to ask, but instead looked at the at-cutting knife Li Cheng had seized, "This knife..."
"Yes, it’s a killing field certified item."
[Item Na: Blade of Regret]
[Type: Weapon (Fragile)]
[Quality: Perfect]
[Attack Power: High]
[Special Effect: Smooth cutting. When held, it can slice through most solid substances with the effect of ’cutting iron like mud’]
[Equipnt conditions: Strength attribute greater than or equal to 3]
[Note: This equipnt can only be used in the Painful Secret Realm, remaining usable tis 2]
[Note: The opposing parties are the Three Body Civilization’s "Water Drop" space probe, made of strong interaction force materials, with molecular thermal motion almost completely stopped, surface temperature infinitely close to absolute zero, capable of flying at 31.7 km/s, and a kitchen knife.]
"Blackened tenfold, whitewash weakened by three parts, eh."
The Red Driver clicked his tongue in wonder, when the at-cutting knife was in the pajama man’s hand, it seed it could be used at will, cut as desired.
When it fell into the players’ hands, it increased the limitation of being only usable in the Secret Realm, and only usable twice, making one suspect that the invisible big hand in the killing field exerted its power again.
"Already strong enough."
Andre shook his head, "From the notes, this knife seems to be able to cut through even strong interaction force materials. Below [Epic] Quality, even including Epic quality armors, it can pierce through in one stab."
"There’s another point,"
The White Horse Tombstone narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "The note directly states that this is the Painful Secret Realm.
This fits with our previous speculation—whether it’s Gary Hoy crashing through window fras and falling from over twenty floors,
or the Vietnase woman whose child was poisoned by the US Army’s orange agent,
or the pajama man,
they have all suffered a certain degree of pain during their lifeti. And the greater the pain, the stronger the power of their posthumous images..."
Especially this pajama man, could instantly teleport and transfer a massive Indian statue weighing over ten thousand tons. If replaced by a more experienced player to control, the threat would exponentially rise.
"Hello? Hello?"
The walkie-talkie broadcasted the confused and surprised voice of Binary Tree, "What happened there? Creating such a high mushroom cloud smoke, we can see it from the pyramid over here."
"Nothing, it’s settled, coming to et up with you now."
The White Horse Tombstone put down the walkie-talkie, "Shall we go?"
"Wait a mont,"
Li Cheng tucked away the Blade of Regret, activated the Information Integration Glasses, and jogged to the wreckage, rummaging through the building rubble to find a bracelet.
The bracelet was made of plastic rings, crudely crafted, with a tag hanging on the edge, the front printed with a green ouroboros pattern, and the back printed with the number 090.
This bracelet, from the start, had been worn on the pajama man’s left hand,
The ouroboros pattern on the front also appeared in that segnt of footage involving the Insect Lord Demon infection body, printed on the wall of the biochemical lab.
Li Cheng pocketed the bracelet and casually said to the others, "You guys go ahead, I have sothing to do."
"Are you sure?"
The White Horse Tombstone raised an eyebrow, Painful Secret Realm, just hearing the na suggests inherent danger,
not to ntion her at Lv29, even the high-level Transcendents of major guilds at Lv35 wouldn’t dare to guarantee they could slaughter through the place.
"I’m sure. If worst cos to worst, I can forcibly retreat to save my life."
Li Cheng said lightly, "See you at the pyramid then."
"Alright."
Having said so much, the White Horse Tombstone nodded, summoned by Ozaki Aozora, bringing out a ceramic puppet shaped like the cat bus from the animation "My Neighbor Totoro,"
The group boarded the vehicle one after another, following the Secret Realm map drawn and marked by all players collectively, heading towards the pyramid direction—there, a temporary camp had been established, gathering over a hundred players,
including support personnel, offering treatnt for Andre and the Red Driver’s Pocket Monsters’ injuries.
As the vehicle moved farther away, the tail lights dimd amidst the spreading black snow until they were no longer visible,
The Gray Rain pulled a bent steel bar from his head, asking crisply, "What’s the next step?"
"Wait for him to reset."
Li Cheng placed the pajama man’s head on the ground, waiting quietly.
About fifteen minutes later, the pajama man’s head disappeared, and the pajama man’s complete form reappeared in the middle of the street.
Like Gary, he too was trapped in an infinite cycle of dying images.
Since the [Blade of Regret] had already been taken away, the pajama man appeared more bewildered, Li Cheng swiftly stepped forward before the pajama man could react, stuffing a tablet computer into his hand.
The tablet played the family footage of the pajama man, downloaded by Binary Tree through network technology.
"Hehehe, hehehehe."
Upon seeing the footage of his family, the pajama man instantly lost aggression, clutching the tablet and starting to laugh foolishly, while his legs, driven by bodily instincts, continued to walk unconsciously.
"Follow him."
Li Cheng put away his weapon, "If I’m not mistaken, he can lead us to that biochemical lab."
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