Superhumans of the Dome City

Chapter 1479: Chapter 51: Desolate Fighting God Reincarnates (Part 2)

The only person to attack the King one more time was Gongsun Ce, who held on until the end. He wielded his swords and slashed with all his might, but the crossed weapons were effortlessly blocked by one of the King’s fingers. The six arms of the Heavenly Demon struck out with their full might, yet none could touch the King’s flesh, as if hitting an invisible wall.

The King flicked his finger, shattering Gongsun Ce’s offensive. Then, King Pingdeng punched in silence.

The punch struck at Gongsun Ce’s chest, freezing his expression on his face. His anger, defiance, and courage faded from his eyes bit by bit, like the colors of an ancient painting eroded by time. He closed his eyes and fell to the ground, unable to stand again.

"——"

Gongsun Ce didn’t speak. His innate familiarity with lies let him know that the King was not lying.

That was the truth; the battle had ended.

The battle that decided the world’s fate ended in just a few seconds. There was no reversal; the ending was clear at a glance.

The incomprehensible Eternal King had seized the entire world from human hands.

"That’s right, the battle is over. It’s not that I arbitrarily changed the world but that all enemies who fought with me for the world have been defeated. You have no recollection because I seized a small piece of your memory; it wasn’t malicious, just a little prank." King Pingdeng chuckled, "It seems to have troubled you, but what can be done? You were supposed to be at a disadvantage; it’s fair after all..."

"In the previous battle, you lost!" The King laughed heartily.

Screams, roars, shouts, chaotic human voices erupted from all corners of the city. People’s eyes were filled with a unanimous frenzy as they started killing each other again. Faces, both unfamiliar and familiar, rushed towards Gongsun Ce. The telekinesis bindings were lifted since the King had issued his command.

Gongsun Ce sidestepped silently, dodging a massive punch. The fist belonged to an ugly, gray, shriveled giant, with Aorus standing on its head, shooting a rain of space-erasing light at Gongsun Ce.

"Pseudo-God statue? What’s this... wasn’t your Divine Communication Skill long abolished!"

"Who knows? It seems that the new world’s King believes this form suits me better." Aorus raised an eyebrow, "I’d love to explain the situation to you... but right now, I want to kill you more, sorry!"

The rain of space-erasing light flew towards him; it was an offensive that Gongsun Ce had once defeated four years ago, now no longer a threat to him. Yet, Gongsun Ce suddenly felt a sense of crisis; reason told him a single strike would erase it, but instinct and intuition sounded alarm crazily.

At this moment, a figure gleaming with a glaze color flashed before them, turning heroic resolve into a shield to block Aorus’s attack. Mo Yuankai maintained the defensive line and turned his head to ask, "Ah Ce, have you figured out what’s going on?"

"I am totally clueless!" Gongsun Ce gritted his teeth, "I might have lost once, damn it..."

"It’s alright, it’s not your first loss; you’ll win it back later!" Mo Yuankai grinned, "You’re still ’stronger’ than everyone, right? Let me hold them off, go figure out how to break the stalemate; being stalled by them is no good!"

"Okay, be careful, big brother!"

Without further idle talk, Gongsun Ce took advantage of the chaos to fly away from the battlefield. The assistance of his big brother was not in vain; Gongsun Ce felt his power "waning," and now even Aorus’s attacks felt threatening, what about afterward?

He must quickly come up with a solution, understand the current situation, and see through the King’s chaotic scenario...

Gongsun Ce flashed past one battlefield after another, and telekinesis search locked on to his destination. During his rush, he suddenly stopped, noticing a familiar figure lying in the ruins near the campus. That man had short blue hair, wore a tasteless floral shirt, and his strong body was riddled with bullet holes like a sieve.

It was Budman Avis, the plunderer dead. His killer was not some renowned powerhouse, merely a school-uniformed middle schooler. The student, killing for the first time, wore an insane expression, scanning the surroundings with a submachine gun. He found another extremely easy target, a stunningly built pink-haired girl in a bizarre performance costume, looking shocked at the murder scene... while several others attempted to ambush her...

Gongsun Ce was dizzy, as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer. The world was maddeningly suffocating, and he had no time to mourn Budman’s death. He released telekinesis to shield Qiluo: "Qiluo, get out of the way!"

As he warned, the middle schooler fired, and the bullets ruthlessly headed for the girl’s chest. Qiluo stared dazedly at the gun’s muzzle, and as if suddenly remembering something, hurriedly swung her fist.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Gongsun Ce’s eyes widened; he was sure he only made defensive measures, thinking the idol girl shouldn’t have any fighting power now, but the bullets were punched away. Qiluo flailed her arms like a school child, her soft fists surprisingly repelling the bullets. She crazily charged forward like a mad pink windmill, literally blasting the enemies away!

Seeing him, Qiluo beamed with joy, but then hurriedly waved her hand frantically: "Gongsun Ce, get away! I-I might attack you... My duplicate is behind you!"

"?!"

Only then did Gongsun Ce feel the wind behind him. The other Qiluo was throwing a punch, her soft fist bringing a "threat" of grave injury. He turned around, raising his hand to catch the invisible other Qiluo. The black-haired Qi Jingxuan teared up: "Sorry, Gongsun Ce... I..."