The King-class intelligent fighter and the Primordial-class intelligent fighter both hovered in midair.
Luo Feng retrieved a set of Black God Armor from the King-class fighter, stepped onto the Void Cloud Shuttle, and flew into the Primordial-class fighter.
“Master, the Black God Armor,” Luo Feng placed it on a seat.
“Hmm,” the black-clad man Hong nodded slightly.
Inside, Hong felt an unusual mix of amusement and exasperation. The “intelligence” within the fighters he sold was basic AI, following only Hong’s commands. However, Hong had ordered the fighters to obey Luo Feng, so they naturally complied. If both Luo Feng and Hong issued commands, the fighter would obey the one with the highest authority—Hong.
News of Luo Feng’s death spread.
Hong retrieved the fighter and the Black God Armor. But upon learning Luo Feng had returned, Hong hurriedly returned the armor.
Heaven help him!
When had he, Hong, ever been this embarrassed? Fortunately, no one else knew.
“Luo Feng, we’ll part ways here,” said Hong, the black-clad man.
“Yes, Master.”
Without hesitation, Luo Feng bid farewell to the other two Presage-level warriors and stepped onto the Void Cloud Shuttle, flying into his intelligent fighter.
“Unit 1, home,” Luo Feng commanded.
Whoosh!
The deep blue intelligent fighter instantly accelerated to ten times the speed of sound, flying toward Yangzhou City in the Jiangnan Base of Huaxia.
…
The sky was gloomy, without sunlight, and cold winds howled, sweeping up fallen leaves.
In Mingyue Community, many children and teenagers ignored the cold, training in physical strength, agility, and sword techniques. The martial arts culture was strong here, with many parents watching nearby, some of them martial artists offering guidance.
“Look, a flying fighter!”
“Ah, it’s deep blue—it looks just like Luo Feng’s!”
“It really does—it’s almost identical!”
Many people in the community looked up in astonishment at the deep blue triangular fighter descending and landing on the lawn.
Hiss!
The hatch opened, and a young man in a simple black casual jacket, carrying a huge backpack, quickly ran toward a villa. Many people watching from afar were stunned, shocked at the sight of him.
“Luo Feng?”
“Is that really Luo Feng? But wasn’t he officially declared dead by the Limit Martial Arts Institute?”
“We even held a memorial for him inside the base’s martial arts hall!”
Everyone was completely dumbfounded.
“Hey Chen, see you later!” Luo Feng grinned at a stunned Chen Gu as he ran past.
“L-L-Luo…” Chen Gu stared, pointing at Luo Feng, unable to get a full sentence out.
At the memorial, the members of the Firehammer Squad had been devastated.
Damn it, he’s alive?
…
Today, Mingyue Community was destined to be in an uproar, and so was the Jiangnan Base.
In Luo Feng’s family courtyard,
His younger brother Luo Hua and mother Gong Xinlan stood there, with several bodyguards and servants nearby.
“Xiao Feng!” Gong Xinlan called out.
“Mom!” Luo Feng rushed over. Compared to a year ago, his mother had visibly aged.
Luo Feng glanced at Luo Hua and whispered, “What happened? You didn’t soak the thousand-year Blackroot in wine for Dad and Mom to drink?” Luo Feng had told his younger brother to soak the Blackroot and have their parents and Luo Hua drink it together. At the time, Luo Hua and their parents said they weren’t in a hurry—they wanted to wait and see if they could find other relatives to share it with.
“Brother,” Luo Hua shook his head. “I’ll explain later.”
“Where’s Dad?” Luo Feng asked, puzzled.
It had been over a year, and according to his father’s temper, he should have come out already.
“Your father is inside,” Gong Xinlan held her son’s hand and walked toward the house.
Inside the quiet room, his father, Luo Hongguo, lay in bed. When Luo Feng entered, Luo Hongguo’s eyes shone with unprecedented excitement. He thought he had lost his son forever, but now his son stood before him again! Luo Hongguo even tried to get up from the bed.
“Mr. Luo, don’t move, be careful of your waist!” Two nurses nearby rushed over in alarm.
“Dad, what happened to you?” Luo Feng’s face immediately changed.
He sat by the bed, holding his father’s hand, frowning deeply. “Dad, something’s wrong. Your face is pale, and you can’t even get up?”
“It’s nothing. The doctor said I’ll recover in about a year,” Luo Hongguo smiled, a smile from the depths of his heart. “As long as I can see you again, any injury is worth it. Today, I’m truly, deeply happy.”
As he spoke, tears of joy glistened at the corners of his eyes.
Luo Feng nodded, but a flicker of anger and confusion stirred in his heart.
Something was wrong.
“Tell me, Luo Hua, what exactly happened?” Luo Feng turned to his younger brother.
“Everyone, please leave,” Luo Hua waved at the two nurses, who quickly exited. Only the four members of the Luo family remained in the room.
Luo Hua looked at his older brother. “Brother, it’s my fault.”
“Don’t blame your brother,” Luo Hongguo interrupted, reaching out from the bed. “Xiao Feng, during this time, especially after the Limit Martial Arts Institute officially declared your death three months ago, our family has been in turmoil. They used every possible means to target us, even manipulating some residents in the community… Your mother has had to take sleeping pills every night just to get some rest.”
Luo Hua’s face darkened, his fists clenched, his eyes sharp as needles.
“Luo Hua,” Luo Feng looked at his brother, his voice low. “Tell me everything.”
“It’s Li Yao.”
Luo Hua took a deep breath. “Three months ago, Li Yao started using every means through the HR Alliance to target our family. Although he dared not directly kill the family members of Limit Martial Arts warriors, he used methods worse than killing. I had to do everything I could! I even used the ‘Thousand-Year Blackroot’ and, through your friend Commander Li Dawei, contacted a powerful figure who transferred 120 billion Industrial and Commercial Bank shares to me. I became the eighth-largest shareholder of ICBC, which gave me the authority to call upon national special department members for protection.”
“But Li Yao never stopped seeking revenge.”
“Psychological, physical, insidious, despicable… He used every method imaginable,” Luo Hua shook his head. “Now, Mom and Dad can only stay at home. I had no other choice. Dad was even in a car accident crossing the street. Fortunately, the bodyguards saved him, or he wouldn’t have survived.”
Luo Feng’s face grew darker as he listened.
Hiss!
The steel bedrail in his left hand crumbled into dust.
“Actually… actually…” Luo Feng’s face turned dark. “Li Yao dares to stoop this low!!!”
It was all his fault!
After Li Yao retreated to Europe, Luo Feng had become famous and didn’t bother to deal with him. But he never expected that once Li Yao confirmed his death, he would immediately retaliate against his family. Fortunately, his family’s status as relatives of Limit Martial Arts warriors prevented Li Yao from taking direct action.
If his younger brother had been slightly less capable, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
“Damn it,” Luo Feng’s body trembled with rage.
Anger surged from his heart, and cruelty stirred in his mind.
He could no longer suppress his killing intent!
…
A few minutes later.
After comforting his parents, Luo Feng went to the martial arts hall upstairs.
“I made one mistake—I won’t make it again!”
Luo Feng ran his hand over the cold, densely packed blades of the Void Cloud Shuttle, his eyes sharp as sword blades. “Li Yao, you think I won’t dare to act just because you’re hiding inside the base city?” Indeed, there were laws prohibiting killing within base cities, and killing a warrior within the base city was a serious offense.
But…
Luo Feng understood well that laws were tools of state control. Now, his true strength was comparable to a “Stellar-level One” warrior. Once he mastered the “Void Cloud” techniques, the power of the Void Cloud Shuttle would be even greater.
Stronger than most council members.
A warrior beyond the Presage level killing a Presage-level warrior. It might provoke some anger, but the consequences wouldn’t be too severe—he could handle it.
“Beep.”
Luo Feng looked at the auxiliary brain and activated the “Warrior Palace Shared System.” Years ago, Li Yao and his wife had used this system to locate the positions of two warriors—Wang and Tong. This system was installed in every warrior to allow mutual assistance in danger. Today… Luo Feng would use it to find Li Yao!
“Ah, he’s still in the Jiangnan Base,” the skylight of the martial arts hall opened.
Whoosh!
Stepping onto the Void Cloud Shuttle, Luo Feng, clad in black, shot into the sky.
He curved through the air and dove toward his intelligent fighter. The hatch automatically opened.
“Golden Thread Net!” Luo Feng looked into the cockpit, and his mental power, like an invisible giant hand, grabbed the Golden Thread Net. Luo Feng gazed southwest, his eyes sharp as blades. “Li Yao!”
…
On the 32nd floor of the HR Alliance Mall Building in the Jiangnan Base.
Li Yao and his wife, Vinita, were conversing with the mall’s director.
“There are still three hours before the flight departs,” Vinita glanced at her watch.
“Don’t rush,” Li Yao said calmly. “Why are you panicking?”
“That Luo Feng is coming back,” Vinita frowned. “I told you earlier—we should have taken a private fighter back to Europe. Wouldn’t that have been better?”
“A private fighter?” Li Yao shook his head. “That fighter is only worth about a hundred billion yuan. It’s fine for short flights around the base, but for long-distance travel, especially in remote areas or over oceans with many flying creatures, it’s too risky—”
Long-distance flights usually used passenger jets, intelligent fighters, or high-end “flying saucer” fighters worth nearly 500 billion yuan.
“Besides, this is the base city. What are you afraid of? Do you really think Luo Feng dares to act recklessly here?” Li Yao sneered.
“Hmm?” Li Yao suddenly turned toward the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Look outside!” Mr. Zhu gasped in shock.
Outside, a black figure stood on the Void Cloud Shuttle, like a black lightning bolt, flying straight toward the glass!
“It’s Luo Feng!” Vinita cried.
“Luofeng!” Li Yao instantly wrapped his body in a black membrane, forming black armor and a helmet, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Boom!
The glass shattered!
“Luofeng, you dare—” Li Yao roared and slammed into the side window, leaping into the open air.
Li Yao believed that once he was in the open air, various surveillance devices in the base city would easily capture him, so Luo Feng wouldn’t dare to act recklessly.
“Hmph,” Luo Feng quickly pierced through.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A series of light beams shot out instantly, 16 in total, like 16 dragons roaring. The powerful sonic booms shattered the luxurious hall’s floor, sending Mr. Zhu rolling into a corner. Luo Feng’s eyes, burning like flames, focused solely on Li Yao.
The 16 beams curved, moving too fast for Li Yao to dodge, and struck him simultaneously!
“Hmph, throwing knives?” Li Yao’s eyes flickered with disdain.
Boom!
An unimaginable force instantly surged through the Black God Armor. Even reduced by ninety percent, the impact was terrifying. Each blade carried over 500,000 kilograms of force, and 16 blades meant over 8 million kilograms! Even with a ninety percent reduction, over 800,000 kilograms of force remained!
In other words, Li Yao was taking over 800,000 kilograms of force with no defense!
Back when Luo Feng faced the mysterious black-clad man in the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins, the impact of nearly a million kilograms had broken his arm even after using a shield to absorb half the force. The remaining 300,000 to 400,000 kilograms still made him vomit blood and suffer greatly.
But for Li Yao, it was over 800,000 kilograms of force!
Under normal circumstances, Li Yao would be killed instantly!
Fortunately, the Black God Armor distributed the force across his entire body, and he was a High Presage-level warrior, much stronger than Luo Feng when he first entered the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins.
“Ugh!”
“Ugh!”
“Ugh~~~”
Li Yao’s face turned red as he spat blood like a faucet, the terrifying impact alone reducing his combat effectiveness by half in an instant.
“It’s impossible! Impossible!” Li Yao screamed in his mind. “I’m a High Presage-level warrior with the Black God Armor! Even council members can’t kill me in one strike. But Luo Feng… has he broken through? Is he a warrior beyond Presage?”
All warriors knew that a High Presage-level warrior with the Black God Armor couldn’t be killed by the same level, and even council members would struggle to kill him in one strike.
…
On the street beside the plaza in front of the HR Alliance Mall building, many pedestrians and tourists were taking photos.
Boom~~
It was as if a cannonball had slammed into the plaza, shattering the stone slabs. The patrolling soldiers were thrown into chaos. Tourists nearby screamed in terror as flying debris hit people. Screams echoed along the sidewalk as a few stones flew onto the street.
Cars screeched to a halt, causing traffic jams. Drivers angrily honked their horns.
“Heaven help us!” The crowd stared at the plaza.
A young man in a black casual jacket stood on the Void Cloud Shuttle, hovering in midair. From the crater in the plaza, a black-cloaked figure shot out like lightning.
The young man on the Void Cloud Shuttle, eyes cold, waved his left hand!
The Golden Thread Net, gathered into a ball, shot like lightning toward Li Yao, automatically expanding and wrapping him up like a pig ready for slaughter.
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