“From the foot of the mountain to their position, it’s about three li,” Luo Feng whispered, crouching at the mountain’s peak, gazing down at the wild, overgrown plains below. For decades, no human had come to clear this land, and now it was a tangle of weeds and wild grass. A person could easily hide there, unseen unless approached very closely.
A faint smile crept across Luo Feng’s face as a plan formed in his mind.
“I’ll lie flat on the ground and crawl toward them. They won’t be able to spot me,” he thought. Lying prone and using his mental energy to glide silently along the surface was the lowest possible approach—completely undetectable.
However…
His backpack had now become too cumbersome to conceal. Before stowing away the scales of the Lord of the Golden Ape, it had lain flat, but now it swelled unnaturally. After all, the Lord of the Golden Ape stood twenty meters tall—even a mere fragment of its chest plating occupied substantial volume.
Here is the English translation in a Fantasy style:
The Golden Ape Lord stood twenty meters tall, its massive frame exuding an aura of primal dominance. Its fur gleamed like burnished bronze under the moonlight, each strand thrumming with ancient power. The creature’s sheer volume cast a shadow that swallowed entire clearings, its presence bending the very air with palpable might. When it roared, the earth trembled as if remembering the primordial age when such beings ruled unchallenged.
“I’ll do it this way!” Luo Feng decided, turning and leaping off the mountain.
Midair, he twisted and clung to the mountainside, moving silently toward his hidden base.
Inside the base…
In the dim cave, a throwing knife sliced through the rock floor of a corner, lifted by Luo Feng’s mental energy. He dug a deep hole beneath it, tossed the backpack inside, and then replaced the large rock exactly as it had been.
Gravel rolled into place, covering the gap.
The cave was dark, and even if someone entered, they’d likely never notice the hidden backpack below.
“I’m going after Li Yao. It won’t take more than half an hour. In the past four days, no monsters have entered my base. It’s unlikely that in the next half hour, one will come and find my backpack. I can’t be that unlucky,” Luo Feng thought with a smirk before quietly slipping away.
…
The wild plains were covered in thick grass.
Luo Feng lay flat on the ground, or rather, between him and the ground was a hexagonal shield!
“Go!” he commanded mentally.
Instantly, his mental energy propelled the shield, carrying him low across the plains toward Li Yao and his group. His back was no more than forty centimeters from the ground—low enough that even the grazing herbivores wouldn’t notice him.
At first, Luo Feng moved quickly, but as he approached within 500 meters, he slowed.
“Hmm?” Peering through the gaps in the grass, Luo Feng caught sight of Li Yao’s group in the distance. “This Vulture Li Yao… why is his armor different?”
Earlier, from the mountain peak with his binoculars, Li Yao had been wearing a black combat suit. Now, even his arms and hands were black, his neck too, and he wore a sleek black helmet!
In fact…
Except for his face, every other part of Li Yao’s body was covered in black armor!
“This must be the Black God Suit,” Luo Feng realized, exactly as Master Hong had described.
“This vulture Li Yao is way too careful,” Luo Feng grumbled under his breath. “The moment he stepped off the aircraft, he slipped into the Black God Suit—and he’s still got his combat armor layered on top! That thing’s gotta be at least SS-grade, maybe even from the 9-series. Double the protection, double the trouble!”
One layer of combat suit, one layer of Black God Suit.
It would be hard enough to wound Li Yao, let alone kill him!
“When he realizes the threat, he’ll probably cover his face too, leaving only his eyes, nose, and mouth exposed,” Luo Feng frowned. “Hmm, I’ll have to find a way to strike decisively. Catch him off guard and pierce his face with the throwing knives!”
Hidden in the dense grass, Luo Feng silently glided closer to his target.
The distance between them shrank…
400 meters, 350 meters, 300 meters…
In no time, they were just 100 meters apart!
“The closer the knives are, the more unexpected the attack,” Luo Feng thought. With a mental command, six throwing knives, including two SS-grade ones, silently emerged from his pockets and plunged into the ground, heading toward Li Yao’s group.
Luo Feng stopped, lying motionless on the ground.
…
Li Yao and his group moved cautiously across the plains, avoiding the monsters.
“Hurry up,” Li Yao urged, scanning the surroundings.
Behind him, three Warlords—two Caucasians and one Japanese named Kitahara Gou—also kept watch.
Though their group was powerful enough to face any monster, they all knew that attracting a herd or causing a commotion might draw Luo Feng’s attention, which would be very dangerous.
“Go around. This way! Avoid that group of monsters ahead,” Li Yao ordered.
The three Warlords obeyed cautiously.
The elite warriors, carrying boxes or weapons, were equally alert.
…
“They’re going around?” Luo Feng frowned, adjusting his position and crawling closer.
His throwing knives were most effective within 100 meters. Beyond that, their power dropped rapidly. At 50 meters, they were strongest and required minimal mental energy. Now, the distance had exceeded 100 meters.
Closer… closer…
120 meters, 100 meters, 80 meters. Luo Feng stopped at 80 meters.
Meanwhile, the six throwing knives beneath the ground were now less than 20 meters from Li Yao. The knives needed distance to accelerate.
“Attack!” Luo Feng’s eyes narrowed.
…
The High Warlord Vulture Li Yao, accompanied by his Mid Warlord Beiyuan Gang and two Low Warlords, James and Isaacson, moved forward with caution.
Whoosh!
The wind blew, flattening the grass.
Shshshsh!
Six black streaks, like lightning, erupted from the ground just five meters from Li Yao. In a thousandth of a second, the six streaks reached Li Yao.
“Li!”
“Li Yao!”
The three Warlords behind him reacted instantly, shouting in alarm.
From his concealed position amidst the tall grass, Luo Feng fixed his piercing gaze upon the vulture-like Li Yao. He witnessed six gleaming blades hurtling toward Li Yao with deadly precision. Yet in that critical instant, an eerie obsidian radiance flickered across Li Yao’s countenance. Though four of the six knives found their mark upon his face, his skin had transformed into an impenetrable shade of midnight black!
“How is that possible?” Luo Feng’s eyes widened.
Far away…
Four throwing knives struck Li Yao’s black face, and two hit his black throat, yet none pierced the skin!
Whoosh!
Li Yao leapt into the air, soaring fifty or sixty meters high. In midair, the black mask over his face parted to reveal his eyes. From above, he spotted Luo Feng, less than a hundred meters away!
“I don’t believe it,” Luo Feng and Li Yao locked eyes, both filled with ruthless determination.
Shshshsh!
Six more blades whistled through the air, homing in on the soaring Vulture Li Yao. Yet the man stood unflinching. With a subtle twist of his form, he evaded three while the remaining trio found their mark—only to clatter harmlessly against his flesh as though striking tempered steel.
Dark radiance enveloped Vulture Li Yao!
The knives couldn’t even scratch his skin!
“Is this the Black God Armor?” North Field Gang, the Warlord, watched with burning envy. The elite warriors accompanying Li Yao stared in reverent awe, as though beholding a deity.
Luo Feng was stunned too…
The Black God Suit was simply too powerful—capable of completely resisting Warlord-level attacks.
“Luofeng!”
Li Yao growled, his eyes burning with fury.
“Kill him!” he roared, diving downward.
As Li Yao turned toward Luo Feng, the other three Warlords instantly locked onto the enemy’s position. In a heartbeat, all three accelerated to supersonic velocities, closing the distance to Luo Feng in a blur. North Field brandished a shield in one hand and a crescent blade in the other.
The two Caucasians—one bearded, wielding twin axes, the other tall and thin, holding a shield and slender sword.
“Hmph!” Luo Feng snorted coldly, his figure twisting evasively, dodging the three Warlords. With a powerful leap, he soared into the air.
In midair, Luo Feng looked down with a cold smirk.
Below, the three Warlords, Vulture Li Yao, and more than fifty elites gazed upward in stunned disbelief.
“Death… has arrived!” Luo Feng said coldly.
The four remaining knives on his body also launched downward from above, while the six previously attacking Li Yao scattered. Now, all ten knives were in the air. Though Luo Feng could control six at maximum power simultaneously, using more would reduce their strength.
But…
These elites, who weren’t even Warlords, and the other three Warlords didn’t require full power. Efficiency was more important. So Luo Feng deployed all ten knives.
As the ten knives hovered in the air, not only did the elites look on in terror, but even the three Warlords’ expressions changed.
Li Yao roared in fury, launching himself skyward.
“No!”
“Don’t!”
The elites screamed, trying to flee.
“Die, all of you!” Luo Feng’s cold gaze swept below.
Shshshshshshshshshshsh!
Ten throwing knives!
Ten crimson streaks of death! From different directions, they converged like a meat grinder on the dense crowd below!
“No!” A black giant cried as a crimson streak tore through his chest.
“Ahh!” A Caucasian elite warrior’s head exploded.
Blood sprayed into the air, staining the ancient plains red.
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