136: Chapter 136 Special Attention

Hum—

On the main holographic screen, a brilliant golden light shot into the sky. The Imperial Guard Emperor's cracked golden armor shattered with a bang. After his massive imperial body trembled violently, his health bar dropped to zero.

[Ultimate BOSS · Imperial Guard Emperor (Initial Form) has been killed!]

The next second, scarlet system notifications suddenly flooded the entire screen.

[Triggered Exclusive Passive — Reincarnation Imperial Body · Unity!]

[Imperial Guard Emperor has entered Permanent Berserk Form!]

[All Attributes permanently +35%!]

[Permanently gain 25% Global Damage Reduction!]

[Permanently increase Damage Output by 50%!]

[Cooldowns for all four Ultimate Skills have been reset!]

Lines of glaring data flashed past, and the Imperial Guard Emperor's brand-new attribute panel fully expanded on the main screen.

The entire monitoring hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

The monitors and maintenance specialists, who were just whispering and analyzing the battle situation on the Fourth Level, were now frozen in place, their operations completely halted. The specialist responsible for real-time monitoring of damage data had his fingers hovering over the touch panel, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

He refreshed the damage records three times.

The numbers on the screen remained unmoved.

First punch: 3,046,751 damage.

Second punch: 3,040,071 damage.

Two punches.

Just two punches.

An Ultimate BOSS with five million HP, wiped out instantly.

"It's him again! Lin Yan!"

"This... this is impossible..."

"This time, there were four rule restrictions!"

The specialist's throat went dry, his voice so hoarse it was barely audible. "The Fourth Level reduces skill power by 80%, talents and equipment are completely disabled... Six million damage in two punches? Is the data wrong?"

The colleague beside him opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Wrong?

How could it be wrong?

The global monitoring system is the Federation's top-tier Dungeon technology; it wouldn't deviate even by two decimal places.

But it was precisely because they knew it couldn't be wrong that it was even more terrifying.

...

At the front of the hall, several senior officials from the Federation's Awakened Cultivation Committee, dressed in formal uniforms, all changed expressions at once.

The middle-aged man leading them was the person in charge of this selection tournament, Zhou Zhenghong.

He had originally been standing with his hands behind his back, looking composed, but now he leaned forward abruptly, his hands subconsciously pressing onto the edge of the console, his gaze nailed to the scarlet figure on the holographic screen, his pupils constricting violently.

"Director Zhou... this..."

A senior official beside him couldn't help but speak, his tone filled with disbelief. "The Fourth Level's Ultimate BOSS... was just killed in two punches like that?"

Zhou Zhenghong did not answer.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the raging waves in his heart, but the design plan for the Fourth Level Dungeon involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

This Chaotic Battlefield Dungeon system was created by the Federation's Supreme Council.

The difficulty, rules, and BOSS strength of every level had been repeatedly simulated and calculated.

Especially the Fourth Level, the Golden Throne.

Since its initial design, this level was never prepared for the majority of Contestants.

Its positioning was meant to be an exclusive testing ground for top-tier prodigies.

But—

The test was never about solo kill capability. Because they never thought it would be killed, they hadn't designed it with the infinite resurrection ability like other monsters in the throne room.

"Do you still remember the original design intent of the Fourth Level?"

Zhou Zhenghong spoke slowly, his voice low and carrying a trace of undisguisable tremor.

The senior officials beside him exchanged glances and nodded.

How could they not remember?

The core design logic of the Fourth Level was never about killing the Ultimate BOSS.

It was about trade-offs and cooperation.

"The Fourth Level rules seal talents, disable equipment, and weaken skills; essentially, it is to strip away the confidence of all these prodigies to fight alone." Zhou Zhenghong said slowly, enunciating every word. "What it wants to test is whether this group of arrogant, heaven-favored children can set aside point competition, put down their mutual prejudices, and take the initiative to join forces."

Another person took over, his tone complex: "That's right. According to the design expectations, three to five top prodigies should enter the Fourth Level simultaneously. Someone is responsible for containment, someone for finding weaknesses, and someone uses special secret techniques to stabilize the BOSS's health, fighting for dozens of minutes to barely suppress the Emperor."

"Note, it's suppression, not killing."

"The Emperor's Reincarnation Imperial Body passive was originally intended to cap the limit." The third person added, "Even if they join forces to defeat the first form, the Berserk Form would raise the difficulty by another level. The purpose is to force them into a strategic retreat, to learn trade-offs, rather than fighting to the bitter end."

This is the true meaning of the Fourth Level.

Testing character, testing vision, testing secret techniques.

It was never about whose fist is harder.

But now... someone's fist is hard to this extent.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned toward the screen.

On the screen, the Imperial Guard Emperor in his Berserk Form had just revived, his golden pupils filled with monstrous violence, and the entire Fourth Level world was trembling under the imperial might.

And then—

Lin Yan moved.

No probing, no kiting, no looking for weaknesses.

It was still a simple, plain, and unadorned punch.

Boom—!!

An earth-shattering sound exploded. The Imperial Guard Emperor's enlarged body stiffened abruptly, the golden armor on his chest caved in completely, and his massive imperial body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily onto the Golden Throne.

The entire throne collapsed with a roar!

Another terrifying damage number in the millions, scarlet and glaring, burst out from above the Emperor's head.

Immediately after, the second punch.

The third punch.

There were no flashy moves, just punch after punch, plain and unremarkable, yet heavy as Mount Tai.

The Imperial Guard Emperor didn't even have time to release a single Ultimate Skill before his newly revived imperial body shattered once again.

His health bar dropped to zero again.

[Ultimate BOSS · Imperial Guard Emperor (Berserk Form) has been killed!]

[Dungeon System Notification: Killed Ultimate BOSS, obtained additional reward — Free Attribute Points +30.]

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[hextech system Notification: Killed Ultimate BOSS, permanently increased Prism-tier hextech refresh probability +1%]

[Current Prism-tier hextech refresh probability: 4% → 5%]

The system notification rang out coldly, without a hint of emotion.

Inside the monitoring hall, there was dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

Zhou Zhenghong's fingers, pressing on the console, tightened slightly without him realizing it.

Three punches.

Berserk Form, three punches.

From the first kill to the second kill, the whole process didn't take more than five seconds.

What finding weaknesses.

What working together.

What steady kiting.

He didn't follow your designed flow at all.

He just punched and punched, beating your carefully designed Ultimate BOSS to death.

He had been fighting for half his life and had seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, geniuses, but he had never seen anything so absurd.

Zhou Zhenghong spoke slowly, his gaze heavy. "He must possess some kind of top-tier, unrecorded secret technique brought out from a Dungeon that transcends the existing system."

This was the only logical explanation.

Under the desperate situation where talents, equipment, and skills were all sealed, being able to deal such earth-shattering damage could only be a secret technique.

And not just an ordinary secret technique.

It was the kind of true top-tier inheritance not recorded in the Federation's archives.

"How could a manager from the Seventh Safe Zone possibly come into contact with a secret technique of this level?" Someone frowned, looking completely baffled.

"I just found out that he seems to have received funding from the Jiang Family in the Seventh Safe Zone. Could it be that the Jiang Family gave it to him?"

Zhou Zhenghong withdrew his gaze, his tone suddenly becoming serious. "Pass down the order: upgrade Lin Yan's observation level from [Key Observation] to [Special Attention]."

"Create a separate file for all his combat data and save it with encryption. Dig deep into all his experiences since entering the selection tournament; do not miss a single detail."

"Understood." The assistant quickly replied.