God-Level Special Forces Soldier

Chapter 845 - 841: Liberation Achieved

Lu Yangrong’s surprise wasn’t about the weapon itself, but about Xiao Tian being able to casually conjure a weapon out of thin air. That kind of skill was not something just anyone could have.You had to know, even for someone as gifted as Lu Yangrong, it had taken several years to master this technique, while from the moment Xiao Tian entered this space up to now, it had been, at most, less than half a day. How could that gap not leave him shocked?!

However, surprise was one thing; seeing Xiao Tian draw his weapon, Lu Yangrong wasn’t about to show weakness either. With a wave of his hand he gripped a Fangtian Halberd about two meters long, a full head taller than he was.

The imposing Fangtian Halberd, paired with Lu Yangrong’s thin, small frame, created an indescribable sense of discord, but Xiao Tian didn’t dare relax in the slightest. He carefully searched for an opening in his opponent’s stance, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

A moment later, Xiao Tian gripped his weapon with both hands, twisted his waist hard as a pivot, then his figure suddenly shot out sideways, charging forward like a rapidly spinning drill.

Lu Yangrong didn’t show the slightest panic. He raised the Fangtian Halberd in his hand with one arm, then slammed it down fiercely, causing the entire ground to tremble.

At the same time, after the shockwave spread out, it surged upward again, forming an oval shield around Lu Yangrong’s periphery, sealing him up tight and impenetrable.

The next instant, Xiao Tian smashed into the shield encasing Lu Yangrong. The oval energy barrier immediately dented inward, and under the pressure of the high-speed rotation began to dim rapidly, yet still did not dissipate.

...

Half an hour later, Xiao Tian stood straight, his body completely unharmed, but his battle intent was no longer as full as at the beginning.

Opposite him, Lu Yangrong likewise showed no flushed face or ragged breathing. He simply looked at Xiao Tian with a mocking gaze and said with a smile, "You were right, you can’t kill me. But what you didn’t expect is that you can’t kill me either, can you?"

As Lu Yangrong’s words fell, Xiao Tian’s expression grew even uglier. If the other party really was as he claimed—possessing an immortal, undying body in this space—then this deadlock would never be broken.

The difference was, Lu Yangrong could afford to drag it out, but Xiao Tian did not have the luxury to keep stalling with him.

The reason was simple. Lu Yangrong had arrived here more than a hundred years ago; his physical body in the real world had probably long since weathered away.

But Xiao Tian and the others had entered the inner space of the Shaking Light Disc in a consciousness state, their physical bodies in the real world temporarily in a state of feigned death.

Three or five days might not matter much, but once the time stretched too long, that feigned death would turn into real death. At that point, even if they got out, it would still be a dead end.

Seeing Xiao Tian’s dark expression, Lu Yangrong laughed even more wantonly. "We’ve had enough fun. How about we change the rules of the game?!"

Without waiting for Xiao Tian to agree, Lu Yangrong continued on his own, "I’ll stand still and take ten of your moves. If you can’t kill me within ten moves, then it’s my turn to attack you. Fair and square, no cheating anyone, how about it?"

"Fine!"

Xiao Tian’s thoughts spun rapidly, but in the end he gritted his teeth and agreed. At the very least, this was much better than the two of them endlessly grappling, and besides, he held the initiative. There was no reason to refuse.

"Refreshing!" When Lu Yangrong heard Xiao Tian agree, his face immediately lit up with eager interest. He loosened his grip on his weapon, took a step forward, and assumed a posture of letting Xiao Tian attack him however he liked.

Xiao Tian didn’t stand on ceremony. The instant Lu Yangrong settled into place, he shot forward with his weapon, his target aiming straight at the man’s heart.

The next moment, Xiao Tian’s weapon pierced into Lu Yangrong’s heart without the slightest obstruction, running him clean through, a solid hit right through the core.

However, Lu Yangrong, with his heart pierced, didn’t even twitch an eyelid. Not a single drop of blood flowed from the wound, and his face even carried a relaxed smile, as if mocking Xiao Tian for overestimating himself.

"That’s one move."

With that, Lu Yangrong’s body bent slightly, then suddenly straightened, sending Xiao Tian flying back five meters with the rebound.

Steadying himself, Xiao Tian only felt a wave of sheer frustration. He had never felt this disgusted before in his life. A throbbing pain pulsed at both his temples, making him involuntarily irritable and restless.

He shook his head, forcibly clearing the stray thoughts from his mind, and began to scrutinize Lu Yangrong with utmost seriousness, his mind racing to devise a strategy.

After a long moment, Xiao Tian closed his eyes, his brows knitting so tightly they almost merged into one. Then a rumbling thunder rolled, growing louder and louder with time, making anyone who heard it feel their mind waver.

Before long, Xiao Tian’s tightly shut eyes snapped open, and at the same time the thunderclouds gathered above Lu Yangrong began to churn and boil, then descended in heavenly bolts, crashing down on his body all at once...

...

"That was the ninth move. Think it over carefully this time." Lu Yangrong still looked at Xiao Tian with that mocking smile, his tone neither cold nor warm, as calm as ever.

During this time, Xiao Tian had already tried many methods—burning fire, thunder strikes, hurricanes, calamities like a wrathful heaven descending to earth—but still couldn’t inflict any real damage on Lu Yangrong. His heart inevitably grew more and more anxious.

Just then, in a chance gap, Xiao Tian’s eyes suddenly lit up. His hand brushed against something in his pocket, a piece of yellowish-brown stone-like object—the Megrez Stone!

This was Xiao Tian’s only hope at the moment. If this one strike failed, then what awaited him would be endless agitation and entanglement.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Tian suddenly grabbed the Megrez Stone from his pocket and charged straight toward Lu Yangrong, whose face was as calm as a light breeze. He staked all his hopes on this treasure that matched the Shaking Light Disc.

But one thing couldn’t be denied: in his heart, Xiao Tian did not have absolute confidence it would work.

The real Megrez Stone was still in the real world. Whether this one would truly be effective, no one could guarantee. But with no other options left, Xiao Tian could only go all in. If he won, all would be well; if he lost, the only road left would be a slow, grinding stalemate.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Tian closed in on Lu Yangrong and then brought his right hand, gripping the Megrez Stone, smashing down at his head.

This time, Lu Yangrong simply closed his eyes, looking as if he didn’t take Xiao Tian’s attack seriously at all, like a man utterly confident in his inevitable victory.

However, by the time he sensed the searing agony, it was already too late...

Lu Yangrong’s eyes snapped open, and what he saw was Xiao Tian’s face lit with delighted surprise. Then the increasingly intense weakness in his own body pulled him back to awareness, though he still found it hard to believe.

He lowered his head and looked at his gradually fading body. After the initial shock, Lu Yangrong didn’t show much reaction. He didn’t lash out in shame and rage, nor did he reveal panic or fear.

Instead, it looked more like... the relief of someone finally freed?

At this moment, Lu Yangrong’s vision suddenly turned a hazy gray. From the high-spirited days of his youth, to the self-assured struggle leading his people through the world inside the Shaking Light Disc...

A century of long years flashed by in an instant, and Lu Yangrong suddenly felt that all his previous resentment had been laughable.