134: Chapter 134 A Punch Against the Odds! Three Million Damage!

Boom—!! The entire void of the Fourth Level trembled violently!

Thousands of crisscrossing golden chains vibrated madly and hummed incessantly, while the brilliant golden radiance that blanketed the world collapsed and exploded in waves!

The Ultimate Emperor, who had sat enthroned for eternity, dormant and unawakened, having instantly decimated and severely wounded Karen Walker with a single move, shook violently. The indestructible supreme golden armor covering its body was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

The next moment!

A crimson, eye-catching, and terrifying damage number that shook the entire Chaotic Battlefield exploded and popped out from above the Emperor's head!

[-3,046,751!]

Three million!

A terrifying, destructive damage of exactly three million forty-six thousand seven hundred and fifty-one!

At this moment, the entire Third Floor fell into absolute silence.

The clamor that filled the air suddenly vanished, and all fighting, discussion, breathing, and heartbeats ceased completely.

A thought occurred to everyone: this three million damage was still restricted by the rules.

If it weren't? How terrifying would that damage be!

Whether they were top geniuses or countless bottom-tier Contestants, everyone's gaze was nailed to the turbulent golden gaps of the Fourth Level, their bodies stiff, their movements frozen, and their minds completely blank.

The pitch-black chess piece held between Ye Guanqi's fingertips suddenly froze, and for the first time, his eyes, which were usually as still as an ancient well, surged with undisguisable emotion and suspicion.

He instinctively raised his hand, the misty chessboard in his palm spinning rapidly as black and white pieces intersected in an instant, and the patterns of heavenly secrets were deduced layer by layer.

He cultivated the secret arts of destiny, skilled in deducing fortune and misfortune, calculating strength, and seeing through the chess games of all living beings; countless geniuses and all manner of monsters on this battlefield were all within his calculations.

Yet at this moment, on the chessboard, any lines of destiny, combat trajectory, or fate chess games involving Lin Yan were all a chaotic, blank slate!

The heavenly secrets were obscured, the deductions shattered, and the divination completely absent!

No matter how he moved the pieces, operated the heavenly secrets of the chess path, or repeatedly deduced and calculated, he could not see through the other party at all.

Ye Guanqi frowned slightly, the first intense feeling of confusion and trembling rising in his heart as he secretly wondered:

"How can this be?

All things can enter the game, and all living beings can be calculated...

Yet this person alone has jumped out of the chess game, detached from destiny; he simply cannot be calculated, seen accurately, or fathomed!"

Li Qingxiao's folding fan froze in mid-air, his usual suave, free-spirited, and composed demeanor completely shattered. His eyes, usually lazy and carefree, now held only utter disbelief and a startling realization.

His mind boomed, and he instantly understood all their previous confrontations!

So the previous clashes weren't because the other party's combat power was on par with his own.

It wasn't that the other party was a worthy opponent; it was that he had been deliberately holding back the entire time!

His own footwork, secret arts, and path of poetry and sword, which he took pride in, were not even worth mentioning in the face of such absolute, top-tier foundation.

If the other party had been even slightly serious back then... he would have already been miserably defeated on the spot, or even killed and eliminated directly!

At this thought, endless chill and deep sighing welled up in Li Qingxiao's heart, and he was completely convinced.

Karen Walker's face was as pale as paper, his whole body chilled to the bone. The last shred of arrogance, unwillingness, luck, and pride remaining in his heart was completely ground into dust and vanished before this earth-shattering, terrifying heavy punch.

When he was previously held down by Lin Yan with one hand on his shoulder, his strength locked, and unable to move even half a step, he had already vaguely known that the other party's foundation was unfathomable and far surpassed his own.

At that time, he had already been shocked and had developed a sense of dread.

But he had still retained a shred of a genius's pride.

He thought that no matter how big the gap was, it was ultimately a gap that could be bridged.

He thought that as a twice-awakened monster who firmly suppressed the heroes of the Third Floor, even if he wasn't a match, he wouldn't be crushed without any dignity.

Until he saw it with his own eyes this moment—the other party, under the total suppression of the Fourth Level's desperate situation, smashed out three million terrifying damage with one punch, and killed the Ultimate Emperor, whom he couldn't even touch, with two punches!

He asked himself, he couldn't do it. Even if he rushed to the Fourth Level, he would only be able to tangle with the Ultimate BOSS for a while; he couldn't possibly kill it, let alone deal such a massive amount of damage!

Karen Walker's mind completely shattered, and he finally fully recognized the cruel reality.

That hand that had lightly pressed on his shoulder just now was not a restraint, nor was it a test. It was just the tip of the iceberg that the other party casually revealed.

All unwillingness turned into bone-chilling coldness. All arrogance vanished into thin air. Only endless awe and bone-deep powerlessness remained.

In the dead silence, the extreme shock of the layers completely swept across the entire scene.

Some Contestants without detection abilities could not see the specific damage numbers; they could only watch with their own eyes as the eternally unmoving Emperor's golden body exploded, the Fourth Level's world shook and collapsed, and the entire Ultimate Throne nearly overturned.

The extreme visual impact caused them to instantly lose control of their emotions, and they frantically pulled and shook the Contestants beside them who had detection abilities, with urgent, broken questions rising one after another.

"What happened! What exactly happened just now!"

"What was the effect of that punch? How much HP did the Emperor lose!"

"Tell me quickly! What's the number! Please, tell me!"

"Don't just stare! Speak up! What kind of outrageous damage is this!"

A group of people were anxious and frantic, desperately shaking their companions, wishing they could rush up to the Fourth Level themselves to find out.

But the group of geniuses who possessed detection means, being pulled, questioned, and shouted at, were all frozen in place.

Everyone's pupils constricted tightly, their blood and energy solidified, their lips trembled slightly, and their throats rolled dryly, but they couldn't make a sound.

They had clearly and completely seen that crimson, eye-catching three million value!

The Fourth Level Throne!

This ultimate dead zone that sealed talents, equipment, and items, and directly weakened skill power by eighty percent!

Here, over ninety percent of everyone's combat power was directly invalidated; even for top geniuses, dealing tens of thousands of damage was already considered the limit!

But Lin Yan!

Relying solely on his own physical foundation, he blasted out over three million destructive damage with one punch!

Overturning the rules!

Breaking everyone's cognitive limits!

These geniuses' minds were completely shattered, utterly speechless, and no matter how frantically the people around them asked, they still stood frozen on the spot, unable to recover for a long time.

Su Lianwu, wearing a form-fitting crimson dress with a cold and ethereal temperament, had subconsciously been watching the blood-colored figure on the Fourth Level from the very beginning.

From Lin Yan silently killing the three marshals, to suppressing Karen Walker with one hand, to stepping onto the Emperor's stairway alone, her gaze had never moved away for a single moment.

And the moment that earth-shattering punch exploded and the Emperor's throne tilted violently—Su Lianwu's entire delicate body shook violently!

Her pair of clear, beautiful, and stunning eyes suddenly widened, turbulent waves surging endlessly within them, and she locked her gaze unblinkingly on that domineering and invincible back within the Emperor's throne, unable to look away anymore.

Her slender, snow-white fingers subconsciously covered her chest gently.

Her chest heaved violently, her heart pounding wildly, the speed so fast it felt like it was about to burst through her throat.

Her usual cold, indifferent, and calm-as-water temperament completely vanished, and her usually stable state of mind completely collapsed.

Her eyes were intertwined with extreme shock, disbelief, and a trace of amazement and palpitation that could no longer be hidden.

After she had fought Lin Yan, she knew he was strong, knew his physical body was extraordinary and far surpassed ordinary people, and knew he was calm and unafraid of any powerful enemy.

But it wasn't until this moment that she truly touched upon this man's unfathomable and terrifying foundation.

Walking alone into a desperate situation, shaking the Emperor with one punch.

Within the Fourth Level Throne, that figure standing amidst the collapsing golden radiance was steady, domineering, and unrivaled.

Su Lianwu gazed blankly, her cheeks quietly heating up. Recalling the moment he held her heart with his bare hand, her earlobes turned slightly red, and a monstrous wave rose in her heart. She murmured softly, carrying an indescribable tremor:

"This guy... just what kind of monster is he..."