Chapter 486: Meteor Strike Shining
Chapter 486: Meteor Strike Shining
Fists struck—a cataclysmic impact that shook the earth and split the heavens.
Giganticized Lute resembled a shattered eggshell: her metallic exterior cracked apart, fragments flying skyward, while molten metal surged from within, flooding the battlefield.
Undoubtedly, this was a single-strike instant kill.
Yet Zui Wo Chang Ran himself…had been obliterated by the counterforce. Over two hundred bones in his body cracked and splintered. His muscles and organs couldn’t withstand the backlash, liquefying into blood.
Of course, this was an expected outcome—Zui Wo Chang Ran had mentally prepared.
Xiao Wen Cang Tian’s final strike before death had revealed many traits of Lute’s current morphology. It was precisely his sacrifice that gave Zui Wo Chang Ran the confidence to intervene.
Zui Wo Chang Ran knew full well—he would die whether he succeeded or not. Leaving aside the physical damage, the consumption from using Heaven-and-Earth Domination Fist—“80% of maximum stamina”—had already exceeded his limits. Once that excess consumption shifted to vitality, the result remained unchanged.
“Did we make it?” Tian Ma Xing Kong widened his eyes.
“How could that be?” Hong Hu adjusted his glasses, grimacing. “You don’t listen to others at all, do you? Didn’t hear a word Zui Wo Chang Ran said during their entire conversation? Your brain auto-filters anything longer than fifteen words with even a shred of intelligence?”
“Stop critiquing, just help!” Fei Chai Shu interrupted, already clutching the Electric Rice Cooker under his arm and dashing forward. “Remember—if I die after activating my skills, you must defend this Electric Rice Cooker with your lives!”
Hong Hu instantly grasped his intent, falling into step. Tian Ma Xing Kong, though clueless about the situation, obeyed the order “don’t critique, just help” since it was under fifteen words.
Gurgle…gurgle…gurgle…A bubbling sound erupted from nearby, like stewing soup in a clay pot.
On the ground, Lute’s damaged body writhed anew—beyond the shattered metallic shell, liquid metal within coalesced, frothing like magma.
Within ten seconds, a gelatinous physical form emerged from the liquid—a slime-like entity (a fictional creature commonly appearing in electronic games, typically semi-solid jelly).
“A prototype for her new morphology?” Hong Hu observed.
“Who cares if it’s unfinished or fully evolved…” Fei Chai Shu slammed the Electric Rice Cooker groundward, stance firm, readying the Magic Containment Wave. “Take her down now!” He aimed, swinging his arms. “Magic Sealing—”
Suddenly, with two soft pops, the entity before them split into two…
“What the?!” Fei Chai Shu’s sunglasses slipped halfway down his nose as he gaped.
“No surprises here…” Lute’s voice returned—now in a dual resonance.
The two liquid metal masses moved in perfect unison, solidifying into identical Lutes.
“My fifth and sixth morphologies…two coexisting symbiotic entities…” Both Lutes spoke simultaneously, voices and tones perfectly synchronized. “Twin Mode.”
Externally, Twin Mode Lute appeared identical to the ninth morphology players first encountered. The difference? Now there were two of them.
“A shame Magic Containment Wave seems ineffective now…” the left Lute remarked.
“I think…” the right interjected, “…you won’t get another chance to use it.”
They raised their left and right hands like mirrored reflections, each forming a white energy sphere.
“Hey! Your allies are nearby! Want to kill them too?” Hong Hu shouted.
“Right…thanks for reminding us.” The dual voices replied in unison. The energy spheres shrank to ping-pong size. “This intensity should suffice to kill you all.”
“Don’t dream! My Pegasus Meteor Fist!” Ignoring their energy spheres, Tian Ma Xing Kong leapt forward, skills activating.
Hundreds of radiant fists rained downward—whether two or twenty opponents, all struck equally.
Yet these attacks dealt merely ten points of weak damage. Their injuries regenerated within half a second. Clearly, Lute’s regeneration had regained its elastic resilience.
Hong Hu mused, “To defeat Twin Mode…perhaps only one way…”
“Destroy both simultaneously?” Fei Chai Shu sweated. “No need to say—I know! But I lack skills of that scale…”
“Same here…” Hong Hu admitted.
“Pegasus Meteor Fist!” Tian Ma Xing Kong persisted, unleashing Meteor Strike Fist repeatedly.
Though ineffectual against Lute, the relentless assault disrupted their focus, preventing concentrated energy blasts.
“You…” Twin Lutes abandoned energy throws, speaking together. “You, supposed to be eliminated first…survived this long?”
“Hmph! A hero cannot fall here!” Tian Ma Xing Kong roared. “Here’s a move! Pegasus—”
“Another endless Meteor Strike Fist…Meteor Strike Fist…so annoying!” For the first time, Lute displayed clear anger. “Don’t overestimate yourself, trash!”
Thud! Thud! Two muffled impacts nearly overlapped.
Two figures darted symmetrically, appearing instantly at Tian Ma Xing Kong’s sides.
Then came the carnage…
Lute’s hands moved like howling wind sweeping leaves, unloading relentless combos on Tian Ma Xing Kong. In ten seconds, Brother Horse endured hundreds of punches.
Hong Hu and Fei Chai Shu intervened, attacking each Lute. But then—multiple figures surged from all directions, surrounding the players.
“Damn…why now?” Fei Chai Shu’s heart sank.
“Reinforcements from Origin?” Hong Hu’s face darkened.
The attackers were Origin’s derivative beings—over fifteen in number, encircling both sides of the street, trapping the fearless.
Punches clashed, lights flashed. Players struggled for survival, unable to protect others.
As Lute ceased her flanking assault…
Tian Ma Xing Kong collapsed face-down, body twitching. Bloodstains covered every inch, yet he lived.
His survival wasn’t from invincibility—it was Lute’s design.
Lute directly observed Tian Ma Xing Kong’s remaining vitality value, precisely controlling each punch’s power. None of her attacks used full strength—she merely maximized his pain.
“Hmph…trash…” Twin Lutes sneered in unison, looking down. “What heroes exist in this world…upholding justice for the weak? Hating evil? As an adult, do you still believe these tales? Naive or stupid?”
One Lute lifted her foot, grinding Tian Ma Xing Kong’s hindbrain, crushing mercilessly. “Power alone brings absolute order. Before playing at pseudo-morality, check if you have the capacity!”
With a kick, she flipped him over.
His face was swollen black-purple, eyes nearly sealed, lips and eyebrows gashed, blood flowing freely.
“Behold…” The other Lute flattened her face into an oval, metallic mirror-like visage hovering before him. “See yourself in the mirror… Can this pathetic appearance call itself a hero?”
“Enough!” Hong Hu, a dozen meters away, yelled furiously, attempting to rush forward—but overwhelmed, he left himself open. Three derivative beings struck him from behind, killing him instantly.
“See…your friend died pointlessly trying to save you,” Lute coldly mocked. “And what can you do? Beyond shouting ‘Meteor Strike Fist’ uselessly—what skill do you possess?”
Smack—
Tian Ma Xing Kong, bloodied and swollen, raised his arm again. His limp fist weakly struck Lute’s face.
“Seeking death!” Lute roared furiously, seizing his neck, hurling him skyward. “I’ll blast you into molecules!” Her fingertip formed a one-meter energy sphere, awaiting his ascent.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Huh?” The other Lute, watching the sky, suddenly noticed something. Her expression shifted rapidly. “What’s happening?!”
Warning:
—High energy reaction detected.
Data Identification:
—[Pegasus Meteor Fist]
Tactical Control Options:
—???
Survival Probability:
—0%
“How absurd…” The energy sphere-wielding Lute quickly showed shock. “That trashy skill…zero survival probability?”
“Impossible…” The other Lute added. “His stats are depleted, body broken, even breathing difficult. How can he still use skills?”
“Nonsense!” Lute roared, hurling the energy sphere skyward.
In that instant, all combatants slowed their pace, turning to the heavens. Broadcast viewers held their breath, watching.
Yet the imagined cataclysmic explosion…never occurred.
“Disappeared?” Even Twin Lute wondered.
Such an attack wouldn’t vanish…only evaporated by stellar core heat.
Seconds passed…
Through night clouds, a single star blazed downward.
“A hero…never surrenders…” The battered figure plummeted, murmuring.
“A hero…never gives up…” Though speaking weakly, his eyes burned with unshaken resolve.
“Soul Intent?” Twin Lutes’ synchronized voices echoed, astonished. “How can such illogical Soul Intent exist? The algorithm defies logic!”
“Ooooh!!!” Tian Ma Xing Kong, burning his final strength, swung his fist skyward. “PE-Gas-Sus…ME-TE-OR…Fist!”
Same move—only move he knew. But did it matter?
For a hero, technique was never the point.
(End of Chapter)
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