Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 139 - 128: When Firepower Is Sufficient, No Misfortune Will Occur!!
The neon glow reflected faintly on its torn Buddha visage through the rain.
The murky stone eyes and hollow eye sockets no longer scanned crazily around, but pierced through the cold raindrops, locking on with a focus that froze all malice and the will for destruction... Locking on!!!
And the target of this lock wasn’t Jiang Wei.
It was... Fang Qingyu!!
The human who inflicted upon it this deep-seated, incurable, lethal wound, knocking it down from its lofty position as the "Punisher," making it taste endless pain and despair... that damned human!
An even colder, purer, soul-chilling killing intent, like a tangible cold tide, instantly permeated the entire force field.
Fang Qingyu’s gaze suddenly focused.
Wounded, but even more dangerous than before...
The Bone Buddha’s massive head slightly turned, causing a torrent of black ichor to gush from the torn wound beneath its chin, yet it paid no heed.
Those murky stone eyes and hollow sockets were pinned right on Fang Qingyu.
The next moment.
"Boom!!!"
The desiccated yet terribly powerful legs of the Bone Buddha suddenly kicked out!
The mud and rubble beneath exploded with a roar!
The hulking form was no longer a cumbersome hunch but an unrelenting charge, like a moving mountain, crashing towards Fang Qingyu!
The speed was not fast, but with every step, the earth shook in response!
Heavy shackles and chains dragged behind, emitting a silent scraping sound, like a death knell!
The Bone Buddha abandoned all technique, forsook long-range chain attacks, and gave up defense!
Leaving only the most primitive, savage, and currently the only way it could unleash its full power... a charge!!
There was only one goal!
To crush that cursed human, along with the knife in his hand, beneath its enormous body!
Even if it meant mutual destruction!!
A terrifying sense of oppression struck like a tsunami!
Qin Hui and the others had long since retreated, leaving only Fang Qingyu standing alone.
His eyes were as sharp as blades.
Rather than retreating, when the Bone Buddha began its assault, his body leaned slightly forward!
Fang Qingyu’s eyes were knife-sharp, and rather than retreating, when the Bone Buddha began its assault, his body leaned slightly forward!
"Instant Thunder..."
He murmured softly.
The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash in his hand seemed to sense its master’s will, emitting an excited hum! The black flame enveloping the blade collapsed inward and condensed, sucking in the surrounding light like a black hole!
And the flowing golden patterns suddenly lit up.
Like countless fine golden lightning streaks leaping and winding across the blade’s edge!
A destructive force frantically gathered at the knife’s point!
The massive shadow of the Bone Buddha instantly shrouded Fang Qingyu!
The enormous metal shackle, with the force of ten thousand weights, slammed down fiercely, its momentum even blowing away the rain on the ground!
At this critical juncture!
Fang Qingyu moved.
He left a faint afterimage in place, dispersed by the rain in an instant, while his true form, as if teleporting, narrowly slid over by the heavy shackle’s edge just before the Bone Buddha’s massive body crashed down, moving to the Bone Buddha’s rear side!
His position, precisely toward the direction of the Bone Buddha’s chin wound.
The timing, at the very moment the Bone Buddha was charging with full force, its old force spent and new force not yet generated, the moment it was least capable of turning to defend!
"Die!"
An icy command, like the Death God’s decree.
Fang Qingyu poured all his strength, will, and the ultimate expression of "insufficient firepower" into this single strike!
The Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash transformed into a line-shaped lightning of extreme concentration, interwoven with darkness.
There was no earth-shattering boom, only a slight "chih" sound that made one’s heart skip, as if space itself was being sliced open.
The thunder precisely traced the trajectory of the previous "Returning to Silence"’s tear, deeper, more vicious, more thorough... penetrating!
This time, it was no longer an insertion.
But a full perforation!
The knife tip plunged into the wound under the Bone Buddha’s chin, draped in destructive black flame and golden patterns, like a red-hot branding iron searing into rotten wood, effortlessly piercing through the decayed bones and stitched tissues, then... burst out from the back of its neck where it connected with the enormous shackle!!!
"Puff!!!"
No blood.
Only a viscous, intensely foul-smelling black filthy liquid, like a punctured abscess, gushed wildly from the front and back ends of the penetrating wound!
In an instant, it was ignited by the black flame on the blade, purified, emitting an ear-piercing "sizzle" and a large amount of pungent white smoke.
"Uh..." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
The charging body of the Punishment Ancient Buddha suddenly went rigid!
The murky stone eyes instantly lost the last bit of glimmer, completely turning into dead silent stone.
In the hollow eye sockets, the last trace of spiteful flame suddenly extinguished.
The massive body lost all its supporting blocks, losing all its strength.
"Boom—"
The five-meter-tall withered body, with its heavy shackles and chains, collapsed lifelessly onto the cold, muddy square ground like a fallen mountain.
The splattered mud reached several meters high.
The earth shook violently for a moment, then fell silent.
On the mandible of the Bone Buddha, the huge wound that had been completely penetrated retained traces of golden marks scorched by black flames, like a brand announcing the end.
The rain still fell.
Washing over the chaos on the square, over the Bone Buddha, and over the black flames burning on Fang Qingyu and the flowing golden patterns on him.
Within the force field, only the sound of rain washing over everything remained.
And... a deathly silence.
Thud!
Thud!
A few dull, almost exhausted sounds broke the silence.
It was Old Qiao.
This fairly experienced new team member’s legs gave out, unable to support himself anymore, and he fell seated onto the muddy ground.
Next was Qin Hui.
The usually calm old team member and Fang Qingyu’s early instructor, though he managed not to collapse like Old Qiao, stumbled back a few steps, leaned against a piece of metal scaffold wreckage, and slowly slid down to sit.
Qi Hao and Lv Chen didn’t fare much better; one slid down to the ground leaning against a broken landscape stone base, eyes dazed.
The other collapsed directly onto the fallen tent fabric, soaked and in a sorry state.
Only Jiang Wei, though still pale and heavily exhausted, remained standing.
She never worried for a moment that Fang Qingyu wouldn’t win.
In the deathly silent force field.
Only the sound of rain washing was audible, along with the few’s heavy, suppressed, post-disaster breaths.
They looked at the massive, foul-smelling Life Ghost corpse.
Then at the figure standing with a blade in the rain, black flames slowly withdrawing, golden patterns gradually fading, feelings in their hearts reaching a peak of complexity.
There was fear, relief, awe... and a fleeting confusion.
In the face of such power, what were they, the so-called reservists?
In that battle just now, besides dodging and surviving, they didn’t even... have the qualification to approach the battlefield.
Qin Hui wiped the rain and cold sweat off his face, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing: "It’s over..."
His voice shattered the silence.
Old Qiao shivering took out a cigarette, clamped it in his mouth, forgetting to light it, just staring at Fang Qingyu’s back, muttering: "Damn... a Micro Level large Life Ghost, taken down... by one person?"
The tone was filled with disbelief and a bewildering sensation of his worldview being reshaped.
Fang Qingyu slowly turned around, Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash transforming into Thunder Pearl.
The golden patterns and black flames on him had completely disappeared.
Looking at the team members sitting in the mud, his gaze swept over everyone.
"Everyone alright?"
The voice sounded exceptionally clear amidst the rain.
Qin Hui supported himself with the metal wreckage to stand up, wiped his face: "Still alive..."
Old Qiao finally quivering lit the soaked cigarette in his mouth, took a hard puff, coughed a few times, then in a hoarse voice said: "I’m okay..."
Qi Hao and Lv Chen helped each other up, their faces still pale.
The five-meter-tall Punishment Bone Buddha.
Like a nightmare, it will likely be hard for them to forget any time soon.
