Chapter 156
Chapter 156
BOOM!!
A fierce wave of fire swept outward.
The Heavenrend greatsword crashed down squarely upon Heiwang, forcing him to one knee as he struggled beneath it.
-345,668! (Critical Hit)
Yet even after taking such a devastating blow, Heiwang’s expression did not change.
“Watch closely. This next move is going to look incredible!”
Heiwang roared, “Forbidden · Endless Slaughter, acti… vate!!”
Zhou Ming watched in silence.
“Hm?”
Heiwang vaguely sensed that something was wrong. “Activate!”
“…”
The wind passed without leaving a trace.
It was a scene embarrassing enough to make anyone want to disappear into the earth.
The entire battlefield fell silent. Nothing happened.
Then a system chime like a death knell rang in Heiwang’s ears.
Ding!~
[System Notification: Due to [Heavenrend]’s Seal effect, your skill [Forbidden · Endless Slaughter] has been sealed and cannot be used for 10 minutes!]
“H-How is that possible?!”
Heiwang’s pupils contracted as though he had been struck by lightning.
Seal!
It was a crowd-control effect he had never encountered in Destiny!
“You overlooked it, didn’t you?” Zhou Ming reminded him. “It’s obvious you never studied my battle recordings properly!”
Heavenrend’s Seal effect had appeared very few times against players. Zhou Ming had revealed it only in the final two matches of Pinnacle Showdown. Unfortunately, most viewers had been dazzled by Heavenrend’s overwhelming destructive power and never understood its sealing property.
There was also another interesting fact.
Top experts never seemed to like going all out at the start of a fight!
After reducing Heiwang to low HP, Zhou Ming used Shadowless Step to retreat and open the distance.
Destruction Sword Qi!
Heiwang struggled desperately and attempted to counterattack.
MISS!
Zhou Ming evaded the sword qi with ease.
Although he had not yet returned to the third class advancement, his Speed Growth Rating remained as high as 20 stars, even more outrageous than a rogue’s. A cumbersome heavy-armored knight without a mount had no hope of catching him.
The instant Heiwang’s thirty seconds of death immunity ended, Zhou Ming activated the technique evolved from Heaven-Slaying Sword Qi and killed him outright.
Ding!~
[System Notification: You have successfully killed the adventurer [Blade of Destruction · Heiwang]. Current-Level EXP +3.8%!]
“???”
The Tsar Region’s players stared blankly. Curses erupted among them from time to time.
A flawless slaughter!
Heiwang had lost the contest of crowd control, could not use his mount, and had his skill sealed…
What a miserable way to die!
“I completely forgot to name the skill!” Zhou Ming suddenly remembered that his self-created technique still had no name.
After a moment’s thought, he named it.
[Heavenbinder] (Exclusive SS Rank)
Heavenrend and Heavenbinder!
Perhaps he could use Return to Ruin to create more personal skills in his “Heaven” series in the future.
“If everyone attacks together, they may have a chance. In a one-on-one fight at the same tier, Zhouyou Shijie has few equals!” The gods understood the situation. Even if Heiwang had used everything at his disposal, he could not have won, so they had not even bothered granting him a temporary skill.
“What a scrub!”
Far away in the Eastern Region’s Dragon Domain, Submit and Perish could not resist mocking him. “If I’d participated in the Tsar Region’s Pinnacle Showdown, the championship would’ve been guaranteed!”
“You can dream!” Bawang did not know whether to laugh or cry. “That’s what you get for being born in an Eastern Region full of tryhards!”
“Still, Zhouyou Shijie did a great job this time!”
Submit and Perish sounded almost wistful. “Once I go abroad, I have to ride a dragon and feed our foreign friends all the forbidden spells they can stomach!”
Unlike the Tsar Region’s players, the Eastern Region unanimously praised Zhou Ming in the livestream chat. Even the haters who loved making sarcastic remarks were largely absent.
“A word of advice: You still have time to leave!” Zhou Ming warned.
“…”
The Tsar Region’s players remained unmoved.
The bounty on Zhouyou Shijie was absurd, and a National Artifact was part of the reward. Giving up would have been the truly strange decision.
“Don’t be so arrogant!” One of the Tsar Region’s elite players stepped forward. “We’ve already surrounded you. If every one of us spat once, we’d have enough to drown you!”
Zhou Ming said nothing and activated Heavenrend.
Shnk!
The greatsword fell. Blood sprayed from the player as those beside him were caught in the attack as well.
The crowd retreated again and again, their scalps tingling.
Zhouyou Shijie’s skill covered too wide an area and possessed terrifying power. Whoever he singled out was essentially guaranteed to die.
However, the players did not dare launch an all-out attack. Doing so might trigger a large-scale siege and prevent the native forces in the sky from participating.
After intimidating the players and keeping them from advancing in force, Zhou Ming returned his attention to the forging.
Clang! Clang! Clang!…
The sound of hammering rang without end.
Rob of the Dwarves focused completely upon hammering the fused ores. He worked with painstaking precision as ever-sharper sword intent swirled around him.
Ding!~
[System Notification: Prosperity has reached the required threshold. [Snowflake Town] has advanced into a Tier 3 Town!]
The SSS-Rank item’s construction efficiency was tremendous. Combined with the relatively low requirements for advancing a village into a town, “Snowflake Village” had ultimately become “Snowflake Town.”
“It’s fine. As long as we keep destroying their construction, they can’t possibly build a Level 1 Main City within seven days!” Zhou Ming had calculated everything clearly. As long as Snowflake Town did not advance into a Level 1 Main City, nothing else mattered.
A Level 2 City could accommodate at most three god-tier powerhouses!
Even if the enemy sent its three strongest members, they could not capture Snowflake Town.
“Don’t celebrate too soon!”
Suddenly, an imposing man in imperial robes stepped out from among the gods. He looked down coldly at Zhou Ming as though he had seen through his thoughts.
[Emperor of the East · Long Kun] (God-Tier BOSS)
“A Level 2 City is more than enough to destroy you!” Long Kun’s face was filled with killing intent. He intended to repeat their old strategy by having players sacrifice levels to forcibly summon several god-tier powerhouses onto the battlefield, allowing them to join the siege naturally.
“Excellent!”
Zhou Ming’s face was expressionless. “I have nothing left to say to you. When you return, remember to polish the dragon throne for me!”
“Hahahaha…”
Long Kun laughed in fury. “You think you’re worthy?”
“I wasn’t very confident before, but after seeing your brilliant record, I think even I could do it,” Zhou Ming shot back.
“You!”
Long Kun’s face shifted between blue and white, making for a spectacular sight.
Over the next few days, no one knew how many adventurers and native soldiers had gathered in the Tsar Region.
Sieges were common large-scale events!
Yet no one had expected one to erupt in tiny Snowflake Village.
Moreover, all these preparations had been made to kill a single person!
“I’m spent. Harrison, take over!” After hammering for several days, Rob had reduced the transcendent sword to a rough shape. Panting heavily, he tossed the hammer to the Dwarf elder.
“All right!”
Harrison caught it and continued the relentless hammering.
“That is definitely a divine artifact!”
Adventurers across the entire world could see the scene and went mad with envy.
Most hoped Zhouyou Shijie would fall and lose ownership of the divine sword.
After all, if he survived this crisis, perhaps not even the system could stop him. Zhou Ming would simply receive ownership of the Peerless Divine Weapon.
Three days… Five days…
Time passed little by little.
Aside from eating, drinking, and sleeping, Zhou Ming remained online all day, never daring to let down his guard.
The tug-of-war over the city’s construction continued without end.
At last, after days of work from every member of the Dwarves, the long-awaited weapon finally took shape. It had even developed a measure of spirituality, and a soul-chilling gleam flowed over it with every strike.
The eleventh day.
Rob, exhaustion written across his face, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He set down the Dwarven Hammer and wiped the dust from its surface.
Whoosh!
The sword shone like a rainbow, its momentum unmatched.
“Just one final step!”
Everyone’s spirits soared. They looked over and saw…
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