156: Chapter 156 Ten-Second Explosive Kill

The air was filled with suffocating spiritual power turbulence, a terrifying roar produced by ten distinct Grandmaster Level laws forcibly compressing within a confined space.

Qin Feng, who had a one-minute 'Gravity Grandmaster' experience card, was like a Giant Spirit God emerging from an Ancient Divine Mountain. With every step he took, the high-strength alloy floor beneath his feet groaned under the strain, instantly shattering into countless fine fragments.

A visible earthy-yellow halo suddenly spread out from him. Onikiri, the S-rank peak assassin, whose movement technique was originally as light as smoke, suffered a devastating blow at this moment. He felt as if two towering mountains had appeared out of thin air on his shoulders. His extreme speed, which could originally cleave water, became as slow as a snail before the absolute rule of gravity.

"Baka! What kind of sorcery is this!"

Deep fear finally appeared in Onikiri's dead-fish-like eyes. He desperately circulated the qi and blood in his body, trying to break through this invisible shackles, but just as he raised the resentful demonic blade, another even more peculiar power descended.

The usually taciturn student was now toying with a transparent cube in his hands. It was the ten-second divine right brought by the 'Space Confinement' experience card.

As he gently clasped his hands, the space around Onikiri instantly solidified. The flowing air, the flying dust, and even the terrified, distorted expression on Onikiri's face were all frozen within a giant amber.

This was not a battle at all, but a complete dimensional reduction strike.

"Now! Get him!"

Qin Feng roared, his nouveau riche-like shout completely ignited everyone's passion.

Ten Blind Box Society members, who had gained temporary Grandmaster Level power, were like a pack of hungry wolves smelling blood, casting aside all the grievances accumulated over time and their awe of the strong, transforming into the most primal output of violence.

A student with a Blazing Flame Grandmaster experience card pushed out his palms, and two roaring fire dragons instantly devoured Onikiri's protective spiritual energy. The high temperature incinerated the bandages on Onikiri's body, revealing the skin covered with strange tattoos beneath.

Another student with an Ice Grandmaster experience card followed closely. Extreme freezing qi, immediately after the blazing flames, struck Onikiri. Under the principle of extreme thermal expansion and contraction, Onikiri's proud Grandmaster Level physical body emitted a series of bone-shattering sounds.

"Ah!"

Onikiri let out a piercing scream.

He wanted to resist, to swing his blade, to use even one life-saving forbidden technique, but under the continuous bombardment of ten Grandmaster Level Experts, moving even a single finger became a luxury.

This was not just an overwhelming display of power, but a complete collapse of his psychological defenses.

He was a dignified S-rank assassin, Onikiri, who made countless political figures tremble in fear, yet at this moment, he was like a rag doll, being rubbed on the ground by a group of inexperienced students. This huge disparity almost drove him mad.

Ten seconds.

For ordinary people, it might just be a few breaths, but for Onikiri, who was at the center of the storm, these ten seconds felt like a century.

The moment the time limit arrived, that world-destroying power receded like a tide.

The light on Qin Feng and the others instantly dimmed. The intense exhaustion made them almost unable to stand, each gasping for breath, sweat instantly soaking their clothes, but everyone's face was plastered with a nearly frenzied, excited smile.

It was the thrill of fighting above their level.

As for Onikiri, in the center of the battlefield, he was completely unrecognizable.

His limbs were twisted at grotesque angles, at least eighty percent of his bones were broken, and his Demonic Blade Muramasa, which he regarded as his life, was violently snapped, lying abandoned in the ruins nearby.

He lay limp on the ground like a dead dog, only the faint rise and fall of his chest proving he was still alive.

Lin Fan had not left the sofa the entire time. He slowly finished the last sip of his happy water, then stood up and walked towards Onikiri with an arrogant stride.

He didn't rush to speak, but extended his foot and kicked Onikiri's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, with his expensive limited-edition sneakers.

"Hey, wake up, don't play dead."

"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? You wanted to turn us into sashimi?"

"Why aren't you talking now? Is it because you're naturally quiet?"

Onikiri laboriously opened his swollen eyelids, looking through his blurry vision at the smirking young man in front of him, and a sound like a broken bellows came from his throat.

"Kill... kill me..."

As a rigorously trained warrior, mission failure meant death. He did not fear death; he only sought a quick end.

"Kill you?"

Lin Fan seemed to have heard a funny joke. He squatted down, pulled out a glass bottle containing pink liquid from his pocket, and shook it in front of Onikiri's eyes.

"It's not that easy to die. This bottle is the [Truth or Dare Special Drink]."

"More importantly, I want to hear what's on your mind."

After speaking, Lin Fan didn't give Onikiri a chance to refuse. He directly pinched open his jaw and poured the entire bottle of pink potion down his throat.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Onikiri coughed violently, trying to spit out the potion, but it melted upon entry, instantly flowing down his esophagus into his bloodstream, rushing straight to his brain.

Just a few seconds later.

Onikiri's eyes, originally filled with murderous intent and lifelessness, began to unfocus, and a strange pink glow appeared in his pupils.

"Come, tell me, who sent you?"

Lin Fan's voice became incredibly seductive, like the whisper of a devil.

Onikiri's lips trembled, seemingly still resisting with his last shred of willpower, but in the face of a rule-level potion produced by the system, so-called willpower was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

"It's... it's Vice Minister Wei... and... Sakura Country's Black Dragon Society..."

Onikiri's voice was intermittent, but every word was crystal clear.

Qin Feng and the others' expressions instantly changed. Although they had long suspected an internal traitor, hearing the name "Vice Minister Wei" with their own ears still sent a deep chill down their spines.

He was the second-in-command of the General Logistics Department, holding a high position of power, yet unexpectedly, he was a traitor.

"What's the purpose? Is it just to kill me?"

Lin Fan continued to press, always feeling that things were not that simple. If it was just to kill a genius, there was no need to create such a big fuss, even sending an S-rank assassin.

Onikiri's face suddenly showed an extremely distorted fanaticism, the kind of fanaticism a believer exhibits when mentioning a deity.

"No, killing you is secondary..."

"The real mission is to mark..."

"Inside my body... an Abyssal Beacon has been implanted... as long as I die by your hand... or I detonate it near the Dragon Blood Pool..."

"You will be marked as... a high-value mobile sacrifice..."

"When you enter the Dragon Blood Pool for baptism, the beacon will pollute the ritual... reversing the original strengthening formation into a great sacrificial formation..."

"The great Abyssal Dragon God will descend into this world through your body..."

As soon as these words were uttered, the entire villa hall fell into a deathly silence.

Qin Feng couldn't help but gasp, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

How was this an assassination?

This was clearly a shocking conspiracy targeting the entire human defense line!

Once an existence of the Abyssal Dragon God's caliber descended into a core area like the Tianjiao Camp, the consequences would be unimaginable. The entire capital would likely be turned into a purgatory.

"What a brilliant plan, truly brilliant."

Lin Fan's smile disappeared, replaced by an inscrutable playfulness.

He reached out and fumbled around Onikiri's chest for a moment, and sure enough, he sensed an extremely subtle energy fluctuation, full of decaying aura, at the location of the heart.

That was the so-called Abyssal Beacon.

This thing was like a locator; once activated, it could attract the gaze of the Abyss.

"It seems I'm not just a genius, but also a prime piece of Tang Monk Meat."

Lin Fan didn't show fear like the others. Instead, he tapped Onikiri's chest with his finger, as if evaluating the value of a commodity.

"Brother Fan... this matter has escalated. We need to report it to Instructor Lei immediately, and even to the highest levels of the military!"

Qin Feng said urgently. This level of chess game was no longer something students like them could handle.

"Report?"

Lin Fan stood up, a crazy light flickering in his golden pupils, and a characteristic Shrewd Merchant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course we have to report it, but not now."

"Qin Feng, your business acumen is still too small."

"Since they want to play sacrifice and invite a god to descend, why don't we go with the flow?"

"This Abyssal Dragon God sounds like it's full of treasures."

"If we could make it into a blind box..."

Lin Fan licked his lips, his eyes like a butcher who hadn't eaten for three days seeing a plump, fat pig.

"Make it into a blind box?"

Qin Feng was completely dumbfounded. Looking at Lin Fan's greedy expression, he suddenly felt that the so-called Abyssal Dragon God might be the biggest victim today.

"Tie this guy up tightly, don't let him die."

Lin Fan pointed at Onikiri on the ground, his tone returning to lightheartedness.

"The show has just begun. Since Vice Minister Wei has set the stage for us, wouldn't it be a waste of his painstaking efforts if we didn't go up and perform a grand play?"