Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 624 - 24 Temporary Truce

Chapter 624: Chapter 24 Temporary Truce

Two of the Indian squad’s Conquerors, enveloped in a nebulous haze, entered into their frenzied state. One had the ability of electrocardiogenic shock, his eyes scanning the battlefield. Any survivors caught in his gaze would immediately feel a palpitation. Dozens of milliamps of current spread across their skin, numbing their bodies, rendering them almost out of control. Vague demonic figures floated in front of them, screaming to devour their souls.

The other man opened his mouth and spat out a fist-sized blue sphere towards the sky. Like a spinning merry-go-round, it rotated again and again, with crescent-shaped wind blades shooting out. In an instant, hundreds of them were released like a machine gun firing.

Boom, boom, boom, these half-metre long wind blades, shimmered in the sunlight with a half-transparent gloss. When they hit the ground, due to their incredible speed, they kicked up clouds of dust and created pockmarked traces.

Tang Zheng took two wind-blade hits without much pain, but the newbies weren’t so lucky. Their protective clothing was sliced open by the wind blades, cutting wounds into them, scaring them into taking cover behind nearby buildings.

This was a formidable area of effect slaughter ability. Although a single wind blade didn’t inflict much damage, their abundance made up for that. Just in the blink of an eye, a range with a radius of fifty meters was covered by a rain of wind blades, with flying dust everywhere.

The snake rushed at him, Tang Zheng waved his mechanical right arm, one punch went straight into its mouth. He quickly activated the Positive Electron Cannon, a beam of light instantly penetrated its body, tearing it apart, with chunks of flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Having seen that Tang Zheng was the team leader, the Indian group leader knew he must possess extremely high abilities and bestowed adequate caution and vigilance. So it was within his expectation when the snake was killed, feeling no pity and simply carrying on with his assault.

With his right hand wielding the Damascus Scimitar, he cleaved at Tang Zheng’s skull, his left hand swiftly drew out the Strong Energy Particle Pistol from the holster on his thigh, aiming it at his head and pulling the trigger.

A thumb-thick red particle beam was immediately fired towards Tang Zheng’s chest.

Seeing the Indian team leader’s sudden surge of superior combat power, Tang Zheng didn’t hold back. His two moon blades were activated, flying out from his waist belt, cutting towards the leader’s arm and thigh, the snowy blade in his right hand swung towards his neck. He now was armed with a Rabbit Explosive with his left hand, flinging it at his face.

With a sizzle, the particle beam hit Tang Zheng’s chest, leaving burnt black patches and smoke. Still, it didn’t harm the skin underneath.

Having witnessed this, the Indian team leader was shocked. This pistol was an S-grade artifact, capable of tearing through any defenses below S-grade as though slicing through paper. He knew Conquerors would prioritize protecting their heads, thus he aimed at his heart intending to inflict heavy damage on Tang Zheng, knowing he’d take for granted his safety in wearing an S-grade defense suit.

Depending on the particle beam gun, the Indian team leader had killed many Conquerors. But today he was in for a surprise.

"Could it be SS-level?" This thought just crossed the Indian Team Leader’s mind, the two moon blades arrived first, hitting the shield, making it wobble precariously. Then, the snow substitute swung down, just like boiling water being poured onto white snow, and the shield shattered into fragments.

"Impossible, my shield is S-grade and can endure the blows of S-grade artifacts." Having avoided the Rabbit Explosive, the Indian team leader looked at the two moon blades, and at the snow substitute with its shiny blade, a chill crawled up his spine. This guy’s equipment was too luxurious. Whether he bought it with accumulated points or seized it as spoils of war, both proved his exceptional strength.

The Snow Substitute sliced through the air, the Indian team leader was a Conqueror who’d survived more than a dozen rounds and was not that easy to kill. As he was considering withdrawing the generals and mustering all his strength to blow it up, a large patch of golden glowing mist from the west wafted his way. Without uttering a word, hundreds of thunderbolt pillars descended from the clouds to hit the melee crowd below.

Hundreds of newbies from both sides were affected, they immediately began to foam at the mouth, dropping to the ground.

"If you don’t stop fighting, all will be killed!" An authoritative voice resounded across the sky. The swirling white clouds stopped, revealing the Lotus Platform underneath, on which sat a majestic Bodhisattva. Behind him were dozens of disciples, wearing monk’s robes, with hands joined in prayer and chanting the name of Buddha.

This force was much stronger than the Immovable Ming King. Having had a taste of their power before, Battlehammer from China decided to cease fire, retreating from the battle circle. The Indians wanted to take advantage of the situation and pursue.

"Hmm!" The Bodhisattva’s face remained undisturbed, he pointed his finger, and thunderbolts rained down again, enveloping the Indians.

Through the crackling sound, half of the Indian Trojan Squad were brought down. Although they weren’t dead, they vomited sour water and fell extremely ill, particularly the woman that could teleport. She originally planned to kill a few people and gather some points during the chaotic retreat. Instead, she was hit by the lightning and immediately knelt down on Long Street.

This move immediately subdued the two squads, standing fifty meters apart, they watched the Bodhisattva on the Lotus Platform.

"Have you seen the four monks from the East Land?" The Bodhisattva cast his gaze into the distance and saw the ruins of the Tianzhu Temple, his face darkened even more.

"No." Tang Zheng shook his head, who dared to guarantee this figure wasn’t a demon? That kind of tricky ability was too annoying. The science-based game scenario was much better.

There were obviously believers among the Indian squad, seeing the Bodhisattva, they immediately knelt down, without waiting for their team leader to speak, they reported the truth.

"We are currently pursuing and killing the four disciples of Tang Monk who stole the True Scripture."

"Good, keep going. But given your abilities, you can’t kill that monkey demon." The Bodhisattva pointed his finger, and two gold hoops floated down, flew in front of Tang Zheng and the Indian Team Leader, "Find a way to make the monkey demon wear this, then he will no longer be your opponent."

"Thank Buddha’s grace!" The Indian Team Leader gaily knelt, knocked his head on the ground, expressing sincere devotion.

Tang Zheng did not want to get the Gold Hoop. Who knows if there are tracking formations on it. Besides, the condition to pass is to retrieve the True Scripture and there wasn’t any mention of granting it to a bodhisattva.

"Dominant, merciful bodhisattva!" Old Yu, who escaped death, knocked his head, and asked with a face full of excitement and fear, "How many years can the elderly live?"

"Three years left to live."

The color from Old Yu’s face was instantly drained, and then he quickly prostrated himself on the ground, "Please Bodhisattva enlighten me."

"If you can retrieve the True Scripture, then it will be a great virtue. I will grant you a life span of a hundred years." The bodhisattva said, ignoring the excited thankfulness of Old Yu. She turned her focus to Tang Zheng, "What’s the matter? Are you any dissatisfied?"

"None!" Tang Zheng grabbed the Gold Hoop and tucked it into his arms, then bowed deeply to the bodhisattva.

"Take this leaf, you all will find the demon monkey. I will send you on your journey now. After three days, if you cannot retrieve the True Scripture, you do not need to live anymore." Bodhisattva didn’t provide any opportunity for explanations, waved her hand, and white clouds swirled down, enveloping everyone.

Survivors only felt the view before their eyes turning white. When their vision restored, they found themselves on a noisy highway. The citizens looked at the fully armed squads without any panic.

"In the club, a teleportation gate to the Daughter Country will open at midnight. You can enter then. Remember, you are forbidden to have internal conflict before retrieving the True Scripture, otherwise, I will kill you first." Buddha’s voice echoed in their ears like rolling thunderbolts, circulating five times before disappearing.

"Chinese?" The Indian Team Leader sneered, looking at the members behind Tang Zheng, then noticed that seven of his own side had died, and everyone was wounded, their faces looked extremely bad.

"Absolutely necessary!" Lu Fan squeezed over and grabbed Tang Zheng’s hand. She had never been to a club before and was quite curious, seeing men and women dressed in fashionable attire continuously entering.

"None of you will be going back alive!" After dropping a strong statement, the Indian squad entered the club.

"Are we also going in?" Yu Manli frowned, asking, "Is Bodhisattva’s warning real?"

"Better to believe that it is. I guess they won’t dare to make a move." Dantai took in the surrounding environment and suggested, "Let’s rest in a private room inside. We’ve been fighting non-stop, and we’re quite tired now. Moreover, if we end up missing the teleportation gate, we won’t be able to reach Daughter Country."

Tang Zheng took out a compass car. The arm of the small figure was also pointing at the club. With no other choice, a group of people opened the glass door and walked in, ascended a flight of stairs, and a wave of noise and scorching air immediately hit their faces, the smell of alcohol, sweat, and women’s cosmetics began to diffuse.

In the dance floor, hundreds of men and women were frantically moving their bodies to the pounding music. A high school student noticed an Indian woman dressed in hot pants and a tank top was attracting attention. She was surrounded by a group of men, and from time to time, they touched her ass and chest, but she did not mind, and instead swayed even harder.

They went upstairs to the third floor, entered a large private room, and ordered some food and drinks. After closing the room door, the sound from the outside was instantly blocked. Everyone finally felt safer, and they relaxed.

No one was in the mood to sing, except for the high school student. He probably had an excessive adrenaline rush from the killings, and it had not been used up yet. He opened a karaoke, picked an English song, and did not care about others wanting to rest. He grabbed the microphone and prepared to sing.

"Hey, don’t disturb people. If you want to sing, go to another room." Chu Baichuan was wiping the sweat from his wife, seeing Mei Jueye wishing to disrupt people’s peace and was immediately annoyed.

"I’ve no money." The high school student answered very straightforwardly, and it seemed that he had no intention of stopping, he started nodding his head along with the song.

"Can’t you understand human language?" Chu Baichuan’s face suddenly darkened, and he grabbed a can of beer from the tea table. As long as the guy dares to sing, he would throw it at him.

"Didn’t she say that killing a teammate wastes a thousand points? You dare to take action?" The high school student pointed at Pang Meiqin, disdainfully glaring at Chu Baichuan, but his hands tightened on the shotgun, " Humph, you’re still arrogant when you’ve an old pregnant wife holding you back. I’m not afraid of you having any misgivings."

"Ugh, mind your attitude." Pang Meiqin was annoyed. This crazy newbie was too arrogant.

"Haha, then I apologize." Mei Jueye’s tone was frivolous, and there was no apology in his voice.

"Asking for it." As Chu Baichuan’s words fell, a tin can whooshed past the high school student’s head, causing his bangs to flutter. The latter was also angry, and the muzzle of his gun was raised. His fingers tightened, ready to pull the trigger. He really wanted to kill these two people. He believed that with his power, earning two thousand points was a piece of cake. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote and support. Your support is my greatest motivation.)