Chapter 217: Guardian of Shenzhou, the Way to Break the Situation
The god-level transcendent who was stationed in the imperial capital came very quickly, almost in an instant, and his terrifying divine thoughts instantly exerted their power to cover the entire battlefield.
As a key protected person, Lu Wenwu has always been guarded by powerful gods on Blue Star.
In a sense, they can be regarded as invisible guardians.
It's just that he himself doesn't know.
After all, as long as Lu Wenwu continues to grow normally, he will basically be able to ascend to godhood and step into the realm of immortals on earth.
Every time a powerful person like this is added, the current environment will be more beneficial. There is no reason for Shenzhou not to send out guardians.
But the Guardian is not omnipotent.
Among those at the same level, the opponent activated the mythical item cleanly and neatly at the cost of his life, and no one could react.
Combat power can be supplemented and strengthened in other ways to surpass the limits of the current realm.
But in some aspects, if you don’t reach that level, it cannot be accomplished.
No matter how talented a baby is, he can’t be 1.8 meters tall when he is born, right?
However, what was somewhat surprising was that this powerful god who had arrived in an instant did not seem to be a pure-blooded Shenzhou person, nor did he have the iconic black hair and black eyes.
He was a young man with delicate short golden hair and an arrogant look.
He was dressed in a sophisticated dark blue suit, a retro top hat, and holding a long black cane.
A standard retro British gentleman's outfit - if you ignore the pair of Peak sneakers on his feet.
The blond boy looked to be about ten years old and was not tall.
Her face was as pretty as a girl's, still with a little baby fat, and her pair of golden eyes were as gorgeous as gems.
"The Death Arena?"
Looking at the area where the interior scene could not be seen clearly, the blond boy raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke with a pure old imperial capital accent.
"These stinking, low-life rats are really going to great lengths. To take this kid's life, they even resorted to something like this? Tsk, a bunch of idiots who call themselves saviors, they really don't take human life seriously."
While muttering, he flashed and came to the space sealed by the Death Arena.
He raised his thin, white fist and punched the blurry "wall" in front of him.
“Boom!”
A loud noise exploded on the spot, as if the entire space was shaking.
The control of this punch is extremely terrifying, and the power is perfectly contained within the fist.
Apart from a shallow scratch on the sealed space that was healing rapidly, the fragile asphalt road was not damaged at all.
"Hey, you're so stiff, it hurts!"
As if his hand was hurt by the recoil force, the blond boy quickly retracted his fist and blew on it with his mouth.
At the same time, he muttered some vulgar words and sentences incoherently and cursed.
"Just as the old man said, this thing is really fucking hard. These stinking rats are really damn good. Don't they need resources to train them to the Godly Stage? Such a waste! I'm so annoyed. Sooner or later, I'll kill these little bastards who are always looking for trouble."
The blond boy arrived quickly, and the other extraordinary people came not slow either.
This is the heart of Shenzhou, suppressing the most terrifying foggy copy area. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are so many masters and generals here.
In just less than half a minute, two powerful gods and dozens of S-level warriors arrived one after another.
They had no intention of moving forward, but just stood quietly not far away, looking at the short blond boy with awe in their eyes.
What was even more shocking was that one of the powerful gods, a middle-aged Confucian scholar, stepped forward cautiously, bent slightly, and respectfully saluted the blond boy with his fists clasped.
"Master Lan, I didn't expect that even you were alarmed. What on earth happened here? We sensed the fluctuation of S-level power."
The blond boy called Master Lan ignored him and continued to mutter to himself. There was a faint light flashing in his golden eyes as he kept looking at this sealed space.
Mr. Lan?
Some players who didn't have a deep understanding of the powerful gods looked at each other in confusion, and saw the word "confused" in each other's eyes.
Although one of the unspoken rules between the cultivation world and the extraordinary people is not to judge people by their appearance, the style of the person in front of him is really a bit off.
A foreigner with blond hair and golden eyes, speaking the old imperial capital dialect, is he an old monster who has reached the god level and belongs to Shenzhou?
Moreover, even the senior "Confucian teacher", one of the defenders of the imperial capital, respectfully called him "Master" and treated him with courtesy as a junior.
What’s even more outrageous is that the other party doesn’t even show any interest in paying any attention???
This looks absolutely bizarre!
Who is this person?
The other ascended god who had not come forward to greet him turned back seriously and said:
"Don't let your imagination run wild. This senior was one of the guardians of our Shenzhou at the beginning of the apocalypse. To safeguard the peace of Shenzhou, this senior, who had already survived the thunder tribulation at that time, even gave up the opportunity to ascend and was forced to stay here until today."
"Master Lan is a truly peerless genius, a terrifying existence who almost reached the level of godhood during the Dharma Ending Age. That incident happened so suddenly. If it weren't for seniors like Master Lan who stepped forward in time, our Shenzhou would have been in great calamity."
"We must respect Master Lan. He has sacrificed his life and cultivation for the sake of Shenzhou. This is a great deed!"
Ascend to the Godhood in the Dharma Ending Age! ?
A land immortal who had nearly reached the end of his cultivation path before the arrival of the dungeon system!?
Have you been forcibly suppressing your cultivation and not ascending?
Turtle!
Such a divine figure must be hundreds or even thousands of years old, right?
Regardless of age or cultivation level, there is really nothing wrong with calling him "Master Lan".
After hearing this explanation from a powerful god, the doubts in everyone's eyes immediately turned into respect and admiration, and they couldn't wait to go forward and admire the peerless demeanor of the guardian of Shenzhou.
Before they could act, the god-like being spoke again, "Put your thoughts aside. Master Lan has a strange temper, and not everyone can please him. Didn't you see that I'm just standing here? Didn't you see that Master Lan didn't even pay attention to the 'Confucian Master'? You two, do you want to go over and get beaten?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone who was ready to make a move suddenly quieted down.
This Mr. Lan doesn't even give face to the powerful gods. His temper is indeed a bit weird.
It is estimated that its strength is also top-notch.
This cannot be achieved simply by relying on qualifications, seniority and achievements.
It seemed that Mr. Lan had finally looked enough. His frown relaxed and the light in his eyes disappeared.
Glancing at the respectful Confucian teacher beside him, Master Lan said calmly, "Little Wuzi was sniped and killed by those rats. Not only did they spend a tremendous amount of effort to erase the cause and effect and the secrets of heaven, they also directly sacrificed a powerful god-level being to open the Death Arena."
"Xiao Wu, you mean 'Fifth Brother'?" The Confucian Master was shocked, his face suddenly filled with anxiety. "The Death Arena is unbreakable in the lower realms. In their eyes, 'Fifth Brother' is so valuable?"
"nonsense."
Mr. Lan rolled his eyes, his piercing golden eyes revealing undisguised disgust.
"Trading a few old men whose lives are basically like this for Xiao Wuzi may seem painful on the surface, but it's actually a huge profit. If I were the military leader, I would do the same thing."
"Master Lan, we are now..."
"Just wait quietly."
Mr. Lan took out a beautifully made soft bed from somewhere, put it on the ground, and sat down on it.
Take off your shiny little leather shoes, take off your coat, untie your bow tie, turn over and lie down, cover yourself with the quilt, and close your eyes.
The whole action is done in one go.
"Wait until they come out and call me, I'll take a nap first."
"This is the infamous Death Arena, Master Lan! The Death Arena that killed several of our geniuses! And you're just going to sleep like this?"
Although he was already familiar with the other party's temperament, the Confucian teacher still felt helpless about it.
He was originally anxious and angry, but now he was left in a state of confusion by Lan Ye's action of falling asleep on the spot.
This guy is good in every way, and his little quirks are easy to satisfy.
At once.
He is always lazy, seems to have no energy for anything, and likes to sleep.
Moreover, this gentleman looked down upon everyone present equally, and thought that everyone present was trash.
Of course, he does have the qualifications.
Who allowed him to fight?
No one can beat him, so naturally they can only let him do what he wants.
If you are called a waste, you can only accept it with a pinch of your nose.
But it's just that it suddenly starts when there are so many urgent things to do, which really raises people's blood pressure.
Perhaps annoyed by the Confucian teacher's words, Master Lan opened one eye a little and glanced at him.
Then he turned over and faced the Confucian teacher with his back.
A sleepy voice came lazily, making the listener feel drowsy:
"The Death Arena isn't completely unsolvable."
“Is it not unsolvable?”
"Well, but this method is not suitable for everyone. If a useless person uses it, it can only delay the time for a short time."
"Delaying time?"
How is this delayed?
Is it possible to rely on life-saving props to survive?
The Confucian teacher frowned and pondered hard, but he couldn't get the point.
Lan Ye's impatient voice came over: "Why are you so stupid? No matter how powerful the Death Arena is, isn't it under the control of the dungeon system? Going to the dungeon is the top priority, and this rubbish can't stop it. Luckily, Xiao Wuzi isn't as stupid as you, otherwise I'd be furious."
"Go straight into the dungeon!?"
The Confucian teacher was shocked and even doubted his own ears.
"From what I understand, 'Fifth Brother' seems to have just returned from the last dungeon, right? If he goes straight into the next dungeon without digesting his strength, wouldn't that be courting death?"
"That's just you bunch of losers. He doesn't particularly need this process. Even if he doesn't practice after returning, his current skill level is enough to crush some peak S-rank masters." Lan Ye said calmly, "Xiao Wuzi's cultivation is almost entirely gained through fighting. He rarely achieved it through hard work. Don't judge him by your standards."
Confucian teacher: “.”
It hurts, my friend.
A friend of mine who sits in seclusion every day felt offended.
I don’t really understand you geniuses!
"Okay, Master Lan, even if 'Fifth Brother' is gifted and can clear this dungeon, what's the point of him just clearing the dungeon? As long as he or the sniper is alive, the Death Arena will not be closed!" The Confucian teacher asked cautiously.
Lan Ye's tone became even more impatient. "I say, you little bastard, are you so stiff today because you have dog hair stuck in your ears or did a dog chew your head? I've already told you that Xiao Wuzi gains power through combat. He can increase his combat power by going to dungeons. Do you understand?"
"Wouldn't it be enough if he could just kill those scumbag rats when he gets out? He's such a blockhead, so clueless! I'm so pissed off!"
"Okay, I'm going to sleep now. Don't bother me if you don't have anything to do."
After saying that, Mr. Lan actually took out a small eye mask from the quilt and put it on, and a pair of soundproof earplugs appeared in his ears.
After a few seconds, a light and gentle snoring sound was heard.
Mr. Lan actually fell asleep on the spot!
He looked like he had slept soundly and peacefully.
He really has confidence in Lu Wenwu.
However, no one seemed to hear him, and he finally muttered something under his breath.
Confucian teacher: “.”
Looking at Master Lan who had already fallen asleep, Master Ru felt a little distressed.
This familiar feeling is like returning to my youth.
When I was eighteen, I was asked a question in class and stood there like a minion.
And Mr. Lan, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
A player who is at best A+ level, even if he clears the advanced trial directly, will only come out at S- level.
Can he survive facing a close-range hunt by at least one god-level being?
Can he fight back?
Although these words came from Master Lan, the Confucian teacher still didn't quite believe it.
Even if the most powerful combat core of the God Ascension Stage was sealed because of the formation in the Imperial Capital Safe Zone, even if all his attributes were suppressed, it would be impossible for an S-level powerhouse to challenge him.
Only the powerful ones who have ascended to the gods can fight against them. This is a truth that has been verified by countless extraordinary people with their lives.
Even those who are already qualified to ascend to the god level and have passed the tribulation will find it difficult to compete with the real god-level strongmen.
As a player of this level, the Confucian master himself is very clear about this realm.
The incredible attribute bonus brought by breaking through the ninth level of the technique alone is beyond the reach of the S-level.
S-level counterattack to become a god?
The Confucian master sighed heavily, looked at the sealed space, and felt a slight pain in his head.
He reached out and rubbed his temples vigorously, using his mental power to control his personal terminal and convey what happened here back to the headquarters.
I hope this "Fifth Brother" is really as talented as Mr. Lan said.
If this matter could really succeed, even if it was just defeating a powerful god who was suppressed by the safe zone formation, it would be enough to leave a name in history.
Just as the Confucian teacher was deep in thought, he suddenly felt his personal terminal buzzing and vibrating.
The headquarters has already sent a reply regarding his report.
The Confucian teacher, who was sighing, opened it, casually glanced at the reply above, and was about to evacuate the people and arrange the boundary area according to the standard procedures.
However, the moment his eyes swept across the words on the screen, his eyes suddenly widened and his expression was full of surprise.
(End of this chapter)
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