101: Chapter 101 You are surrounded by me

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In mid-air, three muffled sonic booms rang out in succession.

The last three Rot-Poison Wyverns didn't even have time to spray the venom in their throats before that black Shinigami afterimage swept across their backs.

The black sword flipped, severing their spines.

The massive dragon bodies instantly lost all signs of life, crashing down like three giant meteorites into the beast tide below, smashing out a deep crater mixed with mud and flesh.

The air battle was over.

"Tap."

Su Chen stepped on the skull of a wyvern and landed steadily back on the ground.

He flicked the black sword in his hand, and the pitch-black Armament Haki instantly repelled the beast blood from the blade, leaving it spotless.

He raised his head and looked around.

The sky was clear, but the situation on the ground was still enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Looking around, the entire area surrounding the ruin highlands was densely packed with high-tier exotic beasts dripping with foul-smelling drool. A rough glance revealed thousands upon thousands of them!

Stepping on the corpses of their companions, they let out low growls, their scarlet eyes locked onto Su Chen.

"Do you think you can turn the tide just by killing a few flying bugs?"

In mid-air, the Cult Deacon watched Su Chen, who had landed again, his voice beneath the mask cold: "Thousands of exotic beasts—even if they stood still and let you hack at them, how long could you keep cutting? How many more minutes can your stamina last?"

The Deacon waved his hand violently, pointing at Su Chen: "Wear him down!"

"Roar—!"

The dark, oppressive beast tide, like a flood breaking through a dam, crazily closed in on Su Chen's position once again.

Facing this overwhelming charge, Su Chen did not refute the Deacon's words, but instead took a deep breath.

"It is indeed too slow."

Su Chen looked at the black sword in his hand and whispered to himself: "Cutting one by one is too inefficient."

He tightened his grip on the hilt, the scarlet Sharingan in his eyes spinning wildly, the two tomoe almost merging into a single line.

Inside his body, the massive Qi and blood of the Peak Martial Master Realm were driven to their absolute limit at this moment without reservation!

His muscles and bones emitted a series of cracking sounds.

"Since standard attacks are too slow…"

Su Chen bent his knees slightly, leaned his body forward, and lowered his center of gravity as much as possible.

"Then I'll just have to speed things up."

"Bang—!!!"

A sonic boom, more deafening than any before, exploded beneath Su Chen's feet!

This time, he did not charge in a straight line.

One-thousandth of a second after the ground-based instant step of [Marine Six Styles: Shave] erupted.

Su Chen's toes, less than half a meter from the ground, stomped hard against the empty air once again!

[Six Powers: Moon Walk]!

The extreme ground burst of Soru, combined with the low-altitude omnidirectional change of direction of Moonwalk!

Su Chen's body instantly broke free from the constraints of physical inertia, turning into an incredibly bizarre zigzagging bolt of lightning, shooting into the densest part of the beast herd on the right at a terrifying speed exceeding the speed of sound!

"Where's the person?"

On the ruin highlands, Chen Fei, holding a dagger, rubbed his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

"Over there! No... on the left!"

Jiang Feng pointed downward, his voice cracking.

Following Jiang Feng's finger, the hundreds of students on the highlands collectively gasped.

Fast!

It was simply too fast!

Su Chen's speed at this moment completely broke through the cognitive limits of everyone present.

Because of the excessive speed, combined with the continuous air-kicking at low altitude to perform sharp-angle turns with almost no wind-up, an extremely exaggerated visual afterimage was created on the battlefield.

"One... three... seven..."

Chen Fei counted, his tongue starting to tie itself in knots, "Ten... fifteen?!"

On the massive ruin battlefield, hundreds of meters long and wide.

Fifteen afterimages of a bare-chested "Su Chen" holding a black sword appeared simultaneously!

These afterimages were not Clones, but rather persistent images left on the retina by his high-speed movement. But to onlookers, it looked as if fourteen identical Shinigami had suddenly appeared and descended onto the battlefield at the same time!

"Impossible! What kind of movement Martial Skill is this?!"

The Deacon in mid-air looked as if his eyes were about to pop out; he desperately unleashed his Wuzong Realm perception, attempting to lock onto Su Chen's true body.

But he realized in despair that his perception simply could not keep up with the frequency of Su Chen's movement!

"Puchi!"

The Deacon's question had yet to be answered, but the slaughter on the battlefield had already provided a response.

Fifteen black afterimages, like fifteen bolts of black lightning, weaved back and forth through the airtight beast tide.

An Iron-armored Rhino was lowering its head, preparing to charge.

A black shadow flashed past its side.

The edge of the black sword was precise to the millimeter, slicing gently along the only gap in the carotid artery beneath the rhino's heavy armor that wasn't covered by scales.

The black shadow had already swept ten meters away.

"Ssh—"

The rhino's carotid artery ruptured violently, and hot beast blood sprayed out over ten meters like a high-pressure water gun; its massive body rushed forward two steps due to inertia before crashing down.

On the other side.

Three Shadow Demon Wolves leaped up simultaneously.

The afterimage used [Moonwalk] to turn in mid-air.

The black sword slashed three parallel black lines in the air.

The sound of bones rubbing together rang out.

The spinal nerves of the three Shadow Demon Wolves were instantly severed, their bodies lost control in mid-air, crashing into the mud like three tattered sacks; they died on the spot without even a twitch.

Slicing carotid arteries.

Severing windpipes.

Piercing spinal centers.

Every swing of Su Chen's sword was as precise as a machine programmed with perfect killing code.

That frost sword remnant, originally condensed by Lin Qinghan and long overdue to break, had now become the sharpest Shinigami scythe in the world under the all-encompassing enhancement of Armament Haki!

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

On the battlefield, black lightning intertwined crazily.

Every time an afterimage flashed by, a swath of exotic beasts would fall silently.

There were no earth-shaking explosions, only the faint tearing sound of blades cutting through flesh and the dull thud of heavy objects hitting the ground.

The exotic beasts didn't even have time to scream before they became corpses.

The efficiency of the slaughter was pushed to a horrifying, hair-raising level.

Outside the Arena.

In front of the blood-red light screen.

Major General Lei Wuji's fist hung in mid-air; he had forgotten to attack the Formation.

Beside him, Patriarch Lin Zhen of the Lin family, along with dozens of top bigwigs from Jiangnan City, were all frozen like wooden statues, staring fixedly at the largest floating screen above the Arena.

At this moment, the director's camera zoomed out.

Switching to the bird's-eye view from the floating drone directly above the Arena.

The moment this macro view appeared on the big screen, the one hundred thousand people in the stands were collectively stunned.

An indescribable chill surged from the soles of everyone's feet straight to their scalps.

Scalp-tingling!

In the macro bird's-eye view.

The dark, oppressive beast tide had originally formed a huge concentric circle, crazily compressing and charging toward the ruin highlands in the center.

But now.

Inside, on the edge, and even on the periphery of this huge black ring!

Countless bolts of black lightning appeared, flickering and intertwining at an extremely high frequency!

Those black afterimages left by Su Chen's high-speed movement were like an invisible paintbrush from the bird's-eye view.

This brush, with the speed of slaughter, forcibly weaved horizontally and vertically, cutting back and forth through the massive Formation of tens of thousands of exotic beasts, painting a huge, airtight black killing net!

"My god..."

A veteran university admissions director's legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair, his finger pointing at the screen trembling violently, "Look... the Formation... the beasts' Formation..."

Everyone looked in the direction his finger was pointing.

Under the high-frequency cutting of the black afterimages, the exotic beasts on the periphery wanted to rush inward but were instantly severed at the leg bones; the exotic beasts on the inside wanted to turn around, only to have their heads fly straight into the sky.

The speed at which the exotic beasts fell far exceeded the speed at which they could replenish their numbers.

That black killing net, woven by one person and one sword, was shrinking inward and expanding outward with an extremely savage posture!

At this moment.

In the minds of one hundred thousand people, an extremely absurd visual illusion—one that defied all logic and reason, yet felt incredibly real—emerged simultaneously.

Major General Lei Wuji grabbed the railing with both hands, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, and he uttered a sentence in a hoarse voice, speaking the collective thoughts of everyone present:

"It is not the exotic beasts... that have surrounded him."

"It is he..."

On the big screen, the black lightning drew a huge circle on the outermost periphery of the beast tide, instantly dismembering hundreds of Shadow Demon Wolves attempting to turn and flee.

Major General Lei Wuji gasped, an unprecedented fervor and shock erupting in the depths of his eyes:

"It is he, alone,"

"who has surrounded these exotic beasts in return!"