Chapter 1283: The Gadget Squad

In a flash of lightning, Qinglong saw a fist flying straight toward his face.

He steadied himself and immediately raised his arm to block.

But just as the fist was about to strike his palm, it suddenly changed direction. Qinglong focused his gaze and saw Qiao Jiajin stomp the ground hard, launching himself into the air. Mid-flight, he switched hands and threw another punch.

Qinglong narrowed his eyes and stepped back, dodging several of Qiao Jiajin’s heavy blows.

Qiao Jiajin landed with his hands on the ground, rolled once, and swept his leg out in a low kick. Caught off guard by the unexpected attack, Qinglong was knocked off his feet. As he fell, he braced himself with his hands and kicked fiercely at Qiao Jiajin before hitting the ground.

Qiao Jiajin blocked Qinglong’s kick with one hand while simultaneously delivering a side kick of his own.

The brief clash sent a loud shockwave through the air, forcing both of them back a few steps.

Qiao Jiajin chuckled. “Not bad, little green guy. You’ve got some moves.”

Once steady, Qinglong rubbed his wrist. He realized that no matter the outcome of this fight, his skills would reach a new level.

These two were clearly no ordinary opponents—one favored brute strength, the other technique. Combined with their unique abilities, *”Breaking All Laws”* and *”Heavenly Momentum,”* this battle might just be the final step he needed to ascend as the one true god of this place.

“Interesting…” Qinglong paused. “Why don’t you both come at me? Let’s see how far the strongest fighters in *’Paradise’* can push me.”

“Oh?” Zhang Shan raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one who said it.”

“Indeed,” Qinglong nodded. “If the two of you can’t defeat me, then I am the strongest in *’Paradise.’* There will never be a day I lose.”

“Big guy, you heard him,” Qiao Jiajin said. “I usually fight outnumbered, but this time, he’s the one asking for it.”

The two exchanged a glance before stepping forward with fierce determination.

They knew this battle would be grueling. Qinglong wasn’t like any ordinary enemy here—he possessed the most refined *”Echo”* and deadly combat skills. He fought without hesitation or remorse, forcing them to give their all.

Meanwhile, outside the *”Locomotive”* door, three figures quietly approached.

It was Yun Yao, Zhang Chenze, and Sweetie.

Zhang Chenze looked anxious as she turned to Yun Yao. “Yun Yao… is your *’Strong Luck’* really active?”

“Why do you ask?” Yun Yao replied.

“Forgive me if this sounds harsh, but I need to confirm,” Zhang Chenze adjusted her glasses. “We only had two directions to choose from, yet your *’Luck’* led us the opposite way, wasting so much time before finally bringing us here. I have to question whether your ability is even real. If I can’t be sure, I can’t let Sweetie and myself step through that door with you.”

“Don’t worry, the *’Luck’* is strong,” Yun Yao said calmly. “The delay only means the *’Luck’* deemed now the perfect moment—not before.”

Zhang Chenze sighed. She had no way to judge, as she didn’t understand *’Strong Luck’*—how far did its influence extend? Could it really dictate timing?

“So… just how perfect is this timing?” Zhang Chenze asked cautiously. “Rumor has it this room is filled with *’Celestials’* and Qinglong himself…”

“Maybe they’ve all mysteriously vanished,” Yun Yao smirked.

“Is that even possible…?” Zhang Chenze hesitated. She could faintly hear the sounds of fighting and footsteps nearby.

Everyone here was in chaos—but what were the odds that the *’Locomotive,’* the command center, was completely empty?

“Wait…” Chu Tianqiu’s voice came from nearby.

They turned to see him picking up a bloodstained pen from the ground, his expression tense as he approached.

“Tianqiu…?” Yun Yao’s feelings toward him were still complicated, but in this critical moment, past grievances no longer mattered.

“You’re going in there…?” Chu Tianqiu asked.

“Yes.” Yun Yao’s gaze shifted past his shoulder to the *’Paradise Gate’* members behind him. “They…”

Chu Tianqiu ignored her unspoken question and shook his head. “It’s dangerous inside. Qinglong, Zhang Shan, and Qiao Jiajin are there—probably fighting to the death.”

“But the *’Luck’* is leading me in,” Yun Yao insisted. “You know my *’Luck’* doesn’t lie.”

“The *’Luck’* wants you to enter now…?” Chu Tianqiu frowned.

“Yes.”

Something felt off to him. “What’s your goal?”

Zhang Chenze stepped forward and briefly explained Qi Xia’s mission—to find the *’door’* leading to Tianlong’s room and have Sweetie replicate it.

Chu Tianqiu paused, mentally dissecting the task.

Though the plan didn’t involve him, he sensed he was part of it—after all, he also needed that door.

The fact that Qi Xia hadn’t appeared yet meant this wasn’t his final path. He was likely hiding somewhere safe, waiting for the door to appear before him.

“I see… I’ll go with you,” Chu Tianqiu finally said. “It shouldn’t be dangerous. I trust Yun Yao’s *’Luck.’*”

After a moment of thought, Yun Yao nodded.

Seeing Chu Tianqiu’s insistence, Zhang Chenze relented. The four of them pushed open the door.

The sight inside made Zhang Chenze a believer in *’Luck.’*

The room held only a round table with what looked like a severed head on it—no one else was present.

Chu Tianqiu frowned, scanning the room before his gaze settled on another door in the distance.

Faint sounds of battle came from beyond it. Had Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin fought their way into Tianlong’s room in front of Qinglong?

“Is this the door?”

Sweetie stepped forward, stopping before the strange door. She reached out to touch it, but Zhang Chenze stopped her.

“Wait…” Zhang Chenze’s eyes narrowed as unsettling memories from *’Cangjie’s Game’* resurfaced.

“What’s wrong…?” Sweetie asked.

“Sweetie… is there any way to analyze this door’s structure without touching it?” Zhang Chenze recalled how certain doors only led to specific places under specific conditions.

If this door only connected to Tianlong when opened by Qinglong, then Sweetie’s touch might lead somewhere else entirely.

Even if she replicated it perfectly, it might not work as intended.

“Without touching it… how can I determine the material…?” Sweetie hesitated.

Chu Tianqiu thought for a moment, then handed her the bloodstained pen. “Try this?”