Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1311 - 65: Slaughter

Chapter 1311: Chapter 65: Slaughter

"Group Leader, save me!" Beneath the rain curtain, three women lost control of their bodies, flying toward Tang Zheng, their screams almost tearing their vocal cords as they eyed his gleaming knife edge like prisoners led to the guillotine.

"You’re courting death, see who cares!" The fake Tang Zheng got angry but did not come to the rescue of his teammates. Instead, he aggressively pursued Pang Meiqin. He was a loner by nature, indifferent to his group members; otherwise, he wouldn’t have remained unmoved at the sight of all those clone corpses on the ground.

"Opportunity!" Tang Zheng had been waiting for the moment when the fake Tang Zheng was distracted. He tugged at his shadow cloak and broke into black mist that disappeared, only to reemerge like a towering mountain, eclipsing the sky, next to the clone.

The fake Tang Zheng frowned. Given his character, he wouldn’t dodge. He raised his right arm but before he could apply force, the real Tang Zheng’s whip kick, like a battle-ax, crashed down on his arm.

The fake Tang Zheng flew back like a shot cannon shell, so fast that he split the rain curtain, creating a clear passage. It took a second before the rain resumed its veil.

Tang Zheng landed, leaning forward while simultaneously propelling himself with his legs, chasing the clone and bombarding him with punches over and over.

Boom! The fake Tang Zheng fell for it, infuriated, he exploded into action with full firepower, stepping into the ground to stabilize his retreat and attacked Tang Zheng.

In a Hero Mode level confrontation, even SSS-Grade firearms initially struggle to inflict severe damage on enemies. These weapons are more for luring, suppressing, and wearing the opponent down, forcing them to move as one desires. In the end, victory is decided by defense and the true strength of the individual.

There was no shortcut, if you’re weak, even with an IQ as high as five hundred, it won’t make up for the disadvantage in a head-on fight. In such cases, rather than blindly thinking of tactics, it’s better to go all in with a do-or-die effort!

Dong Zixuan had never seen a fearless single combat at the Hero level before, and this time she was truly stunned. Their punches and kicks were wildly ferocious, colliding with afterimages and creating visible air disturbances.

Not even the heavy rain could touch them. The strong airflow they generated formed a circle around them, strangling any life within. Ordinary Conquerors would suffocate just trying to breathe inside it. The broken bluestone flooring shattered, throwing stone fragments around more powerfully than bullets in a random shot.

Seconds later, the sound wave arrived, wave after wave pummeling everyone’s eardrums.

The two fearless fighters grew faster and faster, becoming a blur even to Lin Weiguo, who was at the third-order, let alone a newbie like Dong Zixuan.

"Stop them!" Pang Meiqin, knowing she could not help Tang Zheng, did what she could. Her Hell’s Song roared angrily at the fake Dong Zixuan.

The three impostors did not hesitate; as soon as Tang Zheng teleported, they legged it to the door while thanking their lucky stars.

Dong Zixuan unleashed magma, animating the entire ground surface as thick lumps of lava erupted. Tao Ran’s time-space blackfish had already darted out, biting the fake Pang Meiqin, whose combat instinct was average, yet she knew to pick on the severely wounded for her attack.

Ai Yixin’s diamond body gleamed translucently under the rainwater. Lu Fan’s black and white eyes whirled as he appeared mid-air, holding an umbrella and firing with one hand, intercepting them.

"Zixuan, make a pool of magma, block them!" ordered the fake Pang Meiqin, commanding the fight. But before she could finish, the fake Dong Zixuan was struck by an explosive arrow and her body was torn in two, tumbling into the puddle.

The fake policewoman’s defense power was too low, and her shield had long been broken, unable to withstand the continuous bombardment of Hell’s Song.

Watching the clone’s body painfully crawl in the rain after being severed at the waist, Dong Zixuan fell silent, as if foreseeing her own fate not too long in the future.

"Lu Fan, you’re seeking death!" Just as the fake Pang Meiqin was about to reveal Lu Fan’s secret, Little Lolita’s eyes hardened, and a ferocious expression crossed her face. The white ivory charged up, shooting out a thick beam of light. The Wisdom Sword flew from her waist, conjuring a sword array, blasting at the fake Pang Meiqin.

The ground collapsed, and the deafening sound mixed with intermittent sonic booms completely drowned out the fake Pang Meiqin’s roars.

The energized Pang Meiqin charged forward, her Ripper cleaving through the rain curtain and landing on the fake Pang Meiqin. The severely wounded imposter stood no chance, managed only a couple of blocks, and utterly failed, bisected by the chain saw blade, with no chance for a final word.

The fake Ai Yixin bolted, the door tantalizingly close to escape, but her body flew toward Tang Zheng as if drawn by a magnet.

"So weak? None of your members escaped!" Tang Zheng snatched the fake Ai Yixin to use as a meat shield, hurling her at the clone, his trash-talk relentless, unsettling the opponent. He could tell, this guy was someone whose confidence couldn’t stand being belittled.

"Damn it, go to hell!" the fake Tang Zheng pounded Ai Yixin with several punches, causing an obvious indentation in the chest despite the diamond body protection.

The fake Tang Zheng retreated, then whipped out a magic mirror and aimed its black surface at Tang Zheng. Zz, a light beam shot out.

Tang Zheng yanked his cloak, reappearing behind the clone, thrusting the sharp Snow Replica into his back.

"Die!" The fake Tang Zheng teleported to the side and, holding the magic mirror, shone it on Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng dodged from side to side as the magic mirror emitted another blinding light, turning everything stark white. His flames ignited, and anywhere it had shone, the air itself caught fire with blue-white flames, as eerie and uncanny as the flames of a soul.

The female gunner appeared, kicked the gun mount, and aimed at the fake Tang Zheng as she thrust the torch into the powder keg.

Boom—the female gunner’s skill was launched, and with white smoke, hundreds of cannon shells shot out.

The fake Tang Zheng, of course, wouldn’t be harmed by these attacks, but felt as annoyed as a swarm of flies.

"Back off, don’t disturb Tang Zheng!" After warning her group members, Pang Meiqin, with several leaps, smashed through the wooden house, appearing in front of the fake eye doctor.

"Don’t kill me!" The doctor, hiding behind the table, hadn’t finished pleading when the Ripper cut him in half at the waist.

Pang Meiqin didn’t spare a second look at what was lost and went to clean up the remaining clones. However, they were all newcomers with a combat power less than five, mere dregs.

The fake pudgy face was tossed out of the wooden house by Pang Meiqin and landed on Long Street, screaming as he crawled away. Dong Zixuan stepped on his back but didn’t strike.

"Why didn’t you kill him?" The beautiful leg stewardess, dragging a fake nurse out, asked. Her nurse uniform was soaked through, clinging to her body, and her silk stockings were shredded by rubble, full of holes and bloodstains.

"I..." Dong Zixuan wanted to explain but was cut off by Pang Meiqin.

"Don’t speak," Pang Meiqin said, as she kicked over the fake nurse and stepped on her back. "Hey, fake group leader, look, this is your fate!"

Pang Meiqin’s hand moved swiftly; the nurse’s head rolled on the ground, her face frozen in a look of horror. Pang Meiqin did this to demoralize the fake Scum Tang.

"Kill him, or get lost!" Pang Meiqin glared menacingly at the policewoman, with a deep loathing for those with an excess sense of justice.

Hesitant, Dong Zixuan finally fired, turning the pudgy-faced doctor into a sieve.

The fight between the two Tang Zhengs was also coming to a conclusion. The genuine one, due to the consumption from the previous battle, had actually lost half his combat strength; otherwise, he would have defeated the clone by now.

Gravity suppression could counteract each other, but Tang Zheng still had the "Dragon Capturing Skill" to use, constantly tearing at the fake Tang Zheng and disrupting his punches and kicks.

"Damn, had I known, I wouldn’t have switched to Xuanwu Protective Clothing. It really holds up!" After sending the clone flying once more, Tang Zheng, gasping for breath, pulled him back for a punch to the face.

"Damn, if it weren’t for the fact that I had already tackled three bosses earlier, wasting a lot of life energy, how could I be suppressed by you?" The fake Tang Zheng never admitted defeat.

"Go whine to the King of Hell!" Pang Meiqin shouted. The Magic Mirror in the fake Scum Tang’s hand was sharp. If not for the few seconds of cooldown after use, Tang Zheng might have been at a disadvantage. Additionally, relying on this Triple S Rank prop, every time he faced a fatal attack, he would teleport, narrowly dodging by the skin of his teeth.

"Damn, I can’t catch him!" Tang Zheng, at this moment, couldn’t wait to have a Triple S Rank cold weapon. Repeatedly missing his target, he deliberately showed an annoyed expression, and his attacks grew increasingly sloppy.

"He’s running out of stamina!" The fake Tang Zheng was elated. As long as he had the ability to teleport, he’d be invincible, so he began to employ hit-and-run tactics. He didn’t suspect this was a facade. After all, Tang Zheng’s berserk combat, having killed so many people, was evidence of his fatigue.

Suddenly, Tang Zheng stumbled and fell to the ground, then immediately used gravity to stabilize himself, flipped his wrist, and produced the Devil’s Potion.

"He can’t be allowed to drink that!" The fake Tang Zheng recognized the item, an S-level supplement. Drinking it would immediately heal most major injuries, repair the body, and replenish consumed life energy. Because its effect was so powerful, it could only be used once every twelve hours.

The fake Tang Zheng appeared beside the original, bursting forth abruptly. All his attacks converged to deliver a sure kill.

"Here it comes!" Tang Zheng had been waiting for this moment, decisively throwing away the Devil’s Potion. His Moon Blades flew out in full force, disrupting the clone’s vision. He then drew the Hell’s Song and fired angrily.

Up to this point in the fight, shields were shattered, and even the Xuanwu Protective Clothing was tattered. Naturally, the clone dared not withstand the light beams of Hell’s Song, but he could no longer teleport. Tang Zheng’s left hand gripped his collar.

"Hmph, I still have a move left!" The fake Tang Zheng wasn’t panicked. The Magic Mirror dropped by the queen was his biggest reliance. He was about to reflect the light beams but realized Tang Zheng’s gunshot was a feint; his final attack was melee combat.

"You think I didn’t see that Magic Mirror reflect the warrior’s attack just now?" Tang Zheng locked the clone’s head, vaulted into the air, and hammered down his knees onto his face.

At that moment, Tang Zheng unleashed full gravity suppression. Lu Fan’s sand dust rose like a venomous snake from the ground, entangling the fake Tang Zheng’s ankles, while Tao Ran’s Time-space Blackfish appeared behind him, frequently biting.

The fake Tang Zheng drew his knife, aiming to stab Tang Zheng to death. The original endured a blow and suddenly clamped his legs around the clone’s head, twisting his waist and spinning like a spinning top.

Crack—the clone was spun around by Tang Zheng’s rotation, his neck broke, and his head was twisted 180 degrees.

"We’ve won!" Tao Ran cheered but found Tang Zheng’s expression as dark as water, showing no signs of stopping his assault on the corpse.

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