The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 168 - 122: Toy Car Hits Mud Truck

Chapter 168: Chapter 122: Toy Car Hits Mud Truck

Within the Thunder Realm.

Black light spread like the ocean, covering the sky and earth, bombarding intensely, reducing Zhou Yuan’s clothes to ashes. His skin was torn and his body charred black, blood flowing as he suffered unimaginable injuries.

Though injured, his gaze remained clear and calm, showing no sign of despair. Darkness spread beneath his feet, quickly extending a large amount of dark matter, which surged into a viscous tide, rapidly forming a sphere that enveloped him.

The pitch-black lightning, exuding an aura of destruction, struck the muddy dark sphere but lost all motion, like stones thrown into a swamp, only creating subtle ripples on the surface before sinking in, disappearing silently.

The Devourer’s Shadow frantically devoured and transformed the violent thunder elements, and Zhou Yuan felt an immense vitality pouring into him, with the blood holes caused by the lightning healing at a visibly fast rate.

Even his depleted spirituality and spiritual power were being replenished.

Zhou Yuan was somewhat astonished, as the Devourer’s Shadow’s ability exceeded his expectations. As long as there was enough to devour, he could maintain a full health and energy state indefinitely, maximizing his sustainability.

This electrically charged field filled with thunder power was like a super-sized charging station for him!

Since there was no need to worry about consumption, he could fight with all his might.

In that instant, darkness erupted, a vast amount of dark matter transformed into a raging torrent, spreading in all directions, covering Han Bin’s Thunder Domain in an instant and continuing to expand relentlessly.

The cold, viscous sensation engulfed Han Bin, with the paralyzing and enfeebling effects of the Devourer’s Shadow beginning to sap his body heat and combat resolve, causing intense pain across every inch of his skin, as if being gnawed by thousands of ants.

In the darkness, Han Bin roared, and a dazzling and blinding lightning burst out suddenly, violently tearing everything apart.

After shattering the surrounding dark matter, his clothes were seen to be in tatters, as if chewed by wild beasts. His body was bloody, with large patches of skin missing, exposing red muscle tissue, appearing grotesque and horrifying.

ZZZZ...

Electric currents crackled as Han Bin roared furiously, his blue hair flowing, and a ten-meter-long Thunder Halberd appeared in his hands. As he swung it, the halberd’s blade swept across, and a flash of thunderous light shattered the dark mud sphere covering Zhou Yuan.

But inside, it was already empty.

A chilling premonition suddenly crept up his spine. Han Bin’s legs, surrounded by spring-like lightning, sprang him up without hesitation, distancing him from the muddy dark swamp on the ground.

He feared Zhou Yuan would release that bizarre attack that severed his right leg again.

With the power of thunder, he leaped twenty meters high, beyond the reach of the "Shadow Cut" attack. Even if countless attacks shot from the dark swamp below, they couldn’t hit him.

Dozens of lightning bolts erupted fiercely, crisscrossing and interweaving into a net of demon lightning, with sharp and eerie electrical chains mercilessly whipping the ground.

Boom!

The dark swamp exploded continuously, mud splattering, forming large, uncloseable pits, surrounded by arcs of electricity.

Within the surging electric light, a shadowy figure turned into wisps of smoke and exploded, seemingly the source of the crisis Han Bin sensed earlier.

"A shadow figure and not the main body? Where did he go?"

In midair, thoughts flashed through Han Bin’s mind, and he quickly turned his head to look at the office building beside him.

A figure quietly emerged from the shadows.

Bang!

The glass shattered, flying everywhere, as Zhou Yuan burst out, spreading his fingers open and slapping Han Bin’s face with a crisp sound.

The immense force made Han Bin black out momentarily, then regain consciousness, realizing his body was being uncontrollably thrown, with Zhou Yuan grabbing his head and slamming it into another side of the office building!

Bang!

With another loud crash, the tempered glass shattered under the impact of Han Bin’s head, with blood flowing and several shards of glass embedded in his flesh.

Bang Bang Bang!

Zhou Yuan smashed through several walls with Han Bin’s head before stopping.

Amidst the swirling dust, Zhou Yuan let go, and Han Bin collapsed powerlessly to the ground, his head drenched in blood, eyes rolling back, already unconscious.

A person’s stamina was limited. Extraordinary persons who did not follow the physical enhancement route would only focus on improving their spirituality cultivation, with their physical constitution only transforming at middle levels.

At lower levels, most extraordinary persons could be seen as ordinary people with supernatural powers. Not to mention bullets, even ordinary people without Aoneng power, with enough preparation, could kill an extraordinary person.

Having taken several enhancement injections, Han Bin’s physical constitution surpassed human limits, but compared to the terrifying strength of a Cross-Training Master, he was like a toy car hitting a dump truck. Once drawn into close combat, the outcome was obvious.

Zhou Yuan exhaled a scorching breath, disengaging the True Dragon Breathing Skill, and looked at his hand, covered in black scorch marks, feeling somewhat amazed.

If he hadn’t trained with Chen Guangxi, he might not have been able to defeat this guy. The power of thunder elements was too overwhelming, even a light touch could incapacitate someone, and piercing through flesh was effortless.

It could only be said they were worthy of being the chosen ones, none of them were weak, each with their own unique skills.

Amazing as he was, Zhou Yuan’s hands didn’t stop moving, searching Han Bin’s body and taking all the items he carried.

Out of respect for the Sea God Church, he didn’t kill Han Bin, but he definitely took the spoils of war.

After a bit of thought, Zhou Yuan removed the Storage Ring from Han Bin’s finger. Though the owner was alive and there were restrictions, he could find someone to help open it.

Chen Guangxi would surely be happy to offer this small favor.

Securing his spoils, Zhou Yuan dragged the unconscious Han Bin to the window and tossed him out.

Below, the four members of the Sea God Church rushed over, catching Han Bin and hurriedly pouring various healing potions on him, reattaching his severed leg.

The middle-aged man noticed Han Bin’s Storage Ring was missing but made no comment.

"Wahoo, three hundred thousand!" The high school girl cheered, having won three hundred thousand on her bet.

"Holy, six hundred thousand in my account! I now dub him the God of Yuan, henceforth, I am his follower!"

"Dad!"

"Whoa, Yuan!"

The extraordinary persons who won their bets let out bizarre cries, jumping excitedly like monkeys on Huaguo Mountain.

"Serves you right for not believing in the Saint Heir." The high school girl gleefully taunted the man in the jacket.

But the man in the jacket didn’t seem upset, shrugged indifferently:

"Kids don’t get it, this is the essence of betting.

If Han Bin won, I’d make money. If Han Bin lost, I’d feel good, winning both ways."

The high school girl widened her eyes, taken aback by this reasoning.

Above, Zhou Yuan coldly overlooked the crowd below, smiling silently:

"Next challenger, please."

Everyone looked at each other, and soon someone shook their head, realizing: "Who wants to duel him? Let’s all go together!"

"He’s been fighting for so long, he must be exhausted by now. This is the best time to take him down!"

Yet, no one moved on site.

Do you think we’re fools?

If a Cross-Training Master could be exhausted so easily, they wouldn’t be worthy of the title, and didn’t they see Zhou Yuan’s wounds had all healed? This indicated that his consumption was far less severe.

"If there’s no fight, then let’s all go home."

As Zhou Yuan finished his words, he suddenly sensed something, turned around, and saw that behind him, a scoundrel-like young man had appeared at some unknown point.

The short-haired young man suddenly hugged Zhou Yuan, and the next second, bang!

A puff of blue smoke rose, and both vanished instantly.

Fang Qing’s face changed, sensing Zhou Yuan’s position continuously change, and within moments, he appeared... ten kilometers away!

This distance was already beyond the contact range of the Mind Communicator, making it impossible for her to contact Zhou Yuan.

Who was that person just now?

"The Evil Spirit Cult!" The extraordinary persons reacted and exclaimed.

Fang Qing knew of this organization, a secretive group that worshipped the Evil Gods, and felt a slight heaviness in her heart, worrying about Zhou Yuan’s safety.

However...

There were still troubles to deal with right now.