354: Chapter 354 Game over, now line up!

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, and his Tier 5 spiritual energy burned without reservation.

"Gravity Domain!"

With the Faceless Man at the center, the gravity within a hundred-meter radius instantly skyrocketed hundreds of times over.

The Gobi desert ground below shattered inch by inch, and even the dust floating in the air was pinned firmly to the ground.

"Qin Zhuo! Now's your chance!" Veins bulged on Zhao Zhenlei's forehead as he desperately maintained the suppression of the domain.

"Understood!"

Qin Zhuo seized the opportunity. The phantom of a fire phoenix behind her let out a crisp cry, and she merged with the flames, transforming into a massive golden flame sword that tore through the sky, slashing down directly at the Faceless Man, who was locked in place by gravity!

A fatal combination from two SSS-rank Supernatural Ability experts!

One above, one below; one gravity, one extreme heat—it sealed off all paths of retreat!

The fifty-plus contestants below held their breath, staring fixedly at mid-air.

In a battle of this caliber, let alone intervening, even the overflowing shockwaves forced them to retreat repeatedly, leaving them to act as nothing more than trembling extras in the background.

However, from beneath the mask of the Faceless Man, who was at the center of these two lethal attacks, came a disdainful cold snort.

Inside the [Organ Chat Group]. [Kidneys (curling lips in disdain)]: "Just this much gravity? It's not even strong enough for a massage. Brother Brain, show him what you've got!"

[Brain (sitting on the throne, coldly ordering)]: "Tear apart their laughable pride."

Outside, the Faceless Man moved.

He didn't try to withstand the hundredfold gravity, nor did he dodge Qin Zhuo's giant flame sword. He simply clenched his left fist sharply!

"Hum—" The ink-colored clouds surrounding him instantly contracted and collapsed, finally forming a black vortex the size of a fist.

Zhao Zhenlei's pride-and-joy Gravity Domain, the moment it touched this vortex, was like a fragile glass dome, brutally torn and shattered by a higher-dimensional spatial law!

"Pfft!" With his domain broken, Zhao Zhenlei suffered severe backlash. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his massive body staggered in mid-air.

The moment Zhao Zhenlei lost his balance, the Faceless Man's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

The next second, he appeared directly above Qin Zhuo, who had transformed into the giant flame sword!

"What?" Qin Zhuo's expression changed in alarm; it was too late to change her move.

The Faceless Man gripped the zixiao thunder bamboo with both hands, black clouds rolling over his body, and purple wild lightning condensed on the bamboo into a roaring thunder dragon.

From top to bottom, with no superfluous moves, it was the simplest, most pure, violent strike!

"Boom!!!" The zixiao thunder bamboo slammed fiercely against the blade of the golden flame sword!

The black spatial power and the purple wild lightning fused perfectly, instantly crushing the original defense of the Divine Phoenix Undying Fire.

That indestructible golden flame was actually split in half from the middle by this single strike of the bamboo!

The golden flames scattered across the sky. Qin Zhuo let out a muffled groan, her protective armor shattered, and she plummeted straight down from mid-air like a bird with broken wings, smashing into the Gobi desert with a "bang" and creating a deep crater.

Before the people below could even gasp in shock, the Faceless Man turned around again, tapped his toes lightly in the void, and instantly transformed into a streak of black lightning, heading straight for Zhao Zhenlei in mid-air.

Zhao Zhenlei endured his internal injuries and shielded his chest with his arms, attempting a final resistance. But the Faceless Man's speed was too fast—unreasonably fast.

The zixiao thunder bamboo, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking air, turned into a sky full of whip shadows, raining down upon him!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dull thuds were endless.

Zhao Zhenlei's formidable Tier 5 physical body, under the Faceless Man's spatial black clouds and thunder strikes, was like a clumsy sandbag with no power to fight back.

With the last strike of the bamboo, the Faceless Man accurately whipped Zhao Zhenlei on the back of his neck.

"Boom!" The war machine hit the ground again. This time, he didn't even have the strength to crawl up, falling into a semi-conscious state in the deep crater, with only his chest heaving violently.

Silence. The whole scene was dead silent.

More than fifty prodigies from various schools watched helplessly as the two top SSS-rank experts in Great Xia—one a Tier 5 Grandmaster, the other a Tier 4 Great Perfection—joined forces and used all their trump cards. Yet, in less than two minutes, they were effortlessly crushed and beaten into total submission by the masked man in mid-air!

This was no longer a battle; this was pure dimensional suppression! It was a one-sided assault!

The Faceless Man slowly descended from mid-air, his black trench coat not even having an extra wrinkle.

Carrying the zixiao thunder bamboo, the tip of the bamboo scraped against the ground with a harsh screech. He stepped over the gravel, walking step by step toward the severely injured Qin Zhuo and Zhao Zhenlei at the bottom of the crater.

The cold, hollow gaze beneath the mask then swept over the fifty-plus "atmosphere group" members who had lost even the courage to run.

"Game over." "Now, line up and pay the toll."

The air froze for a full three seconds. "Huh?" In the crowd, a boy with a center-parted hairstyle subconsciously let out a crisp, bewildered sound.

Subsequently, this group of elites from various schools, who just a second ago were thinking, "Will I be hacked to pieces?", "How should I write my will?", and "Will my roommate come to burn incense for me on this day next year?", collectively experienced a Brain shutdown.

What the hell kind of insane development is this? You show up with the oppressive aura of a major villain boss, and in a few quick moves, you instantly wipe out our top combatants.

We fifty-plus people didn't even dare to use our skills, already mentally prepared to be wiped out by you. And yet, after acting like the ultimate badass, you turn around, pull out a QR code, and tell us you want to collect a toll?

This guy… does he have some kind of side hustle?

Although they were complaining like crazy in their hearts, under the gaze of the Faceless Man's cold mask, not a single person dared to say these words out loud.

"What? You don't understand what I said?"

The Faceless Man slowly raised the zixiao thunder bamboo in his hand. Purple electric arcs crackled with a "zila" sound, exploding into sparks in the air. That emotionless voice sounded again: "Within three seconds, those who don't line up, I will personally help you find a decent way to go."

"Line up! Line up! Lining up right now!" At this moment, whatever dignity of prestigious schools, whatever pride of prodigies—all of that was thrown aside.

Fifty-plus geniuses who could summon wind and rain at their respective schools moved in unison. The scene was even more disciplined than elementary students doing morning exercises.

In less than three seconds, a winding line was quickly formed on the Gobi desert. Some even almost started pushing each other in order to grab a good spot to pay early and leave.

The Faceless Man nodded with satisfaction. With a flip of his wrist, a large snake-skin bag, stolen from who knows where, appeared out of thin air at his feet.

He just stood there holding the zixiao thunder bamboo next to the snake-skin bag, looking exactly like a quality inspector on an assembly line. "Next."

The first in line was a skinny boy. He walked forward, trembling, and with extreme reluctance, took off the storage ring on his hand. Then, he took out a few bottles of pills and a few spirit stones from it, carefully placing them into the snake-skin bag.

"Big… Big Brother, this is all I have. My family is poor, I really don't have any good stuff…" The boy said with a crying face, trying to get by.

The Faceless Man didn't speak, just watched him quietly. Without any warning, the ground beneath the boy instantly turned into a pool of ink.

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream pierced the sky. The black clouds suddenly rolled upward, and the boy, without even a chance to resist, was instantly swallowed by the black mist.

And in the spot where he had originally stood, a storage ring emitting a faint glimmer "clinked" as it fell to the ground, shining brightly.