Alibuda Chronicles Volume 24: Chapter 7 Entertainment Program

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Those who didn't understand the situation would definitely clap at this moment, like the optimistic uncle next to me. He was quietly clapping his hands next to me. When I asked him what was going on, he innocently replied, "The Black Dragon King is going to put on a show for us! Don't you clap when you see a circus clown on the street?"

"You...who do you think you are? One of the five strongest? If you have the guts, say what you just said to the Black Dragon King."

Kurosawa Kazuo was no clown, and the mighty Black Dragon King wasn't here to be a clown. However, compared to the uncle's deliberate antics, many people in the arena genuinely didn't understand the situation.

Many ladies were pale with fright and wanted to get up and run away immediately, but their gentlemanly husbands wanted to maintain their dignity and remain unmoved. Because the numerous dignitaries in the arena were surrounded by powerful warriors and mages, numbering in the thousands, enough to form an elite force to deal with any villains with ill intentions, they had every reason to remain calm and maintain their status as celebrities of the Golden Flower Federation.

The East Sea and the Golden Flower Federation were too far apart. Although the Black Dragon King was one of the five strongest beings in the world, in the eyes of these bloated, suit-wearing nobles, he was no different from those bandits who robbed and plundered

. At most, he was just a wanted criminal leader who would be quickly subdued before the boundless Dharma and justice. What was there to fear? On the other hand, the monks of the Pure Thought Zen Society, seeing their number one enemy appear, rushed out from all directions, took up positions, and chanted mantras to try to suppress the Black Dragon King. However, the ninja troops lurking in the crowd struck first, taking up ambush positions earlier. The first round of poison darts alone had already taken down a large number of people.

The scene finally descended into chaos. I saw Bianca directing the elves to retreat, the Heavenly Dragon Thief Baldy calling on the monks to fight the enemy, and Fang Qingshu moving around with a single sword, quickly finding and killing the hidden ninjas. Meanwhile, the evil black shadow floating high in the sky coldly watched all of this, seemingly doing nothing, yet as if it had everything under control.

The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker. Although it was nearing noon, it was as dark as night, without a glimmer of light. In a daze, I seemed to hear a booming thunderclap, like a surging tide, filling me with unease. Especially when I began to feel a slight tremor beneath my feet, I knew my senses were correct.

"Boom!"

Several jets of jet-black water shot rapidly from outside the racetrack, flying over it and striking several nearby buildings, including the city hall. Those tall buildings protected by special barriers proved utterly vulnerable, collapsing instantly upon impact. Others might only be amazed by the power of the attack, but only now did I understand the Black Dragon King's intention.

(An attack outside the stadium? This isn't just a simple intimidation; he… his target isn't just the stadium, but to destroy the entire city of New Orleans!) My exclamation was drowned out by a thunderous roar like a stampede of horses. When we looked up, we saw a towering wall of waves, its length and width immeasurable, its height definitely exceeding that of the stadium's perimeter walls. It was tearing through the shore, destroying everything in its path, and crashing in

with a mad tsunami. This raging tsunami, upon contact with the shore, destroyed and swallowed up all the harbors and ships along the coast, then surged even more furiously towards us. Those gentlemen who had been trying to maintain their composure now realized they had to flee for their lives. The already deafening stadium descended into chaos, with people trying to escape crowding every exit.

The Black Dragon Society originated in the East China Sea and is adept at stirring up trouble; I witnessed this firsthand during the Ghost Ship battle. New Orleans is a major coastal city, and instigating a tsunami attack is the most effective tactic. The Black Dragon King's personal appearance on the field serves two purposes: first, to demonstrate his power, and second, to buy time for casting his spell. Now that the tsunami has formed, unless five of the strongest experts appear, even if the Pure Thought Zen Society sends thousands of bald monks to chant sutras, it will be to no avail.

"Ah Xue, Yu Ni, you two protect Sister Yue Ying and get her away. Try to avoid any fighting. I will meet up with you later."

After the race started, Yue Ying had summoned them to watch the race together in their private VIP box. I sent this message via a magical scroll, and I'm not sure if it will reach them.

“Uncle, stay with me, I’ll try to get you out of here.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, my dear nephew, I didn’t realize you were so loyal.”

“But I have to tell you something first, I… can’t swim.”

“Oh, that’s really a problem.”

The tsunami destroyed everything along the coast, the turbid waves surged and roared, reaching the edge of the racetrack in the blink of an eye. Those who had run off the track earlier became drowning ghosts, while those inside the track, seeing such huge waves crashing down on them, wailed, wept, and even laughed wildly at the waves; it was already a scene of apocalypse. The

sky was obscured, only thick dark clouds and raging waves were visible. I seized the last bit of time, and before the floodwaters arrived, Mao Yan’an and I retreated back to the work station, pulled down the iron gate, and hid back in Amadeus. Although the car was cramped, it wasn’t a problem to squeeze in the medium-sized Mao Yan’an.

"Hey bro."

"Yeah, buddy."

As soon as Amadeus started, the windows were closed, and it automatically analyzed the situation. Outside, screams of agony filled the air, the rumbling grew louder and louder, until it became deafening and overwhelming. Finally, the iron gate of the workstation slammed shut, and a torrent of water blasted it away, rushing towards us.

"Buddy, reverse!"

A head-on collision with this monstrous torrent was impossible. I reversed at high speed, and as the tsunami destroyed the entire workstation, I was swept away with the raging waves. Surprisingly, in an instant, all the wheels of Amadeus shifted horizontally, turning into a super-sized, submersible boat.

(Wow, this car is amazing!) Having avoided the deadly first wave of the raging torrent, we were like drifting leaves in a raging sea, helplessly spinning wildly with the current. All our attention was focused on avoiding collisions with the wreckage, and we couldn't even think about surfacing. Then, I suddenly remembered something.

"Remember to bring an umbrella to New Orleans tomorrow! If you can't find one... bring a boat."

In hindsight, the weather forecast was completely accurate, although the "rain" was far too heavy; after all, they hadn't specified it would rain. To unleash such a massive flood, there must have been prior preparation. That boy, observing the sea from the pier last night, must have spotted some clues. It's just a pity I didn't realize it sooner.

Avoiding the initial onslaught of the raging waves was fortunate, but the underwater world was fraught with danger. The tsunami's powerful impact instantly destroyed the racetrack's concrete structures, sending tons of debris into the water, carried by the current—more dangerous than anything else. If we were caught in a double slam, even Amadeus would be turned into a pancake, and Mao Yan'an and I would naturally become meat patties.

Ugh, to be turned into a meat pie with that old man—the thought is disgusting. To avoid that, I'll drive very carefully…

We weaved left and right, dodging falling debris, our senses lingering in the water. We were more exhausted than usual, our strength depleted even more, especially watching the mangled remains of those once high-ranking officials drifting down—it was a truly unpleasant feeling.

Even more than ten meters below the surface, I could still feel the surging waves above. One tsunami followed another, and several waves of tsunami impact were enough to destroy most of New Orleans, turning the bustling metropolis into a living hell. The Black Dragon Society's move was truly vicious and ruthless. Li Huamei had intervened in the East China Sea, preventing a major disaster, but in New Orleans today… the casualties will be devastating.

The Black Dragon King probably hadn't disappeared yet. I really didn't want to surface at a time like this, but the water was murky, and no matter how I extended my senses, I couldn't discern east from west. My physical strength was already exhausted after the race, and after diving underwater for so long, I simply couldn't go on. In the end, I had no choice but to let go and let Amadeus float to the surface.

"Phew!"

Removing my hood and regaining my sight, I saw through the glass that we had surfaced and drifted out of the racetrack. Our black cars, like small boats, bobbed and swayed in the murky waves. The sky was still overcast, and torrential rain poured down like a flood, further obscuring our already dim vision.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Although I had anticipated heavy casualties in New Orleans, this scene of hell was truly appalling.

The tsunami, ranging from fifteen to thirty meters high, had swept through in about eight waves. After the waves subsided, the city was flooded to an average depth of five meters, turning it into a waterlogged landscape. Many of the high-rise buildings that should have stood firm in the floodwaters were broken in half, collapsed, or partially destroyed—a scene of utter devastation. Listening closely, amidst the howling wind and rain, I could faintly hear countless cries and screams, indicating that many survivors were struggling for their lives.

We're incredibly lucky to have survived, all thanks to the superior performance of the Amadeus and my quick thinking. But drifting aimlessly in the water isn't a solution. What should we do next?

"Ah, nephew, turn around! There's a good show to watch."

"So many disaster victims are about to die, and we're still soaking in the water. Whose show are you watching?"

"Kurosawa Kazuo, aren't you going to watch his show?"

This was quite a shock, and indeed, a remarkable spectacle was unfolding in the air. I saw that evil black shadow, seemingly blending into the darkness of the sky, leaping like lightning among the ruins of tall buildings, seemingly engaged in combat with someone.

I followed that direction for a long time before I could vaguely see a gray figure closely following the Black Dragon King in the strong wind and torrential rain. The two were exchanging blows in an instant, constantly shifting positions, fighting fiercely, and for a time, it was impossible to determine the victor.

Let alone this mere New Orleans, even across the entire Loess Plateau, how many people could fight the Black Dragon King to a standstill? But this gray-clad man's face was covered by a hood, and his physique was completely unremarkable. Apart from knowing that he was a man, nothing else could be discerned. Could the world truly be so full of hidden talents?

(What kind of place is this Golden Flower Federation? Does everyone walk around wearing hoods and masks? One mysterious man in black wasn't enough, and now there's a gray-clad man. What classic novel is this?) During the battle of the Ghost Ship in the East Sea, I didn't actually see the fight between Li Huamei and the Black Dragon King closely. Although I'm observing from afar now, it's much closer than before. I saw the Black Dragon King using some kind of advanced levitation technique, soaring and flying while striking with powerful palms. Each palm strike was incredibly strong, weighing over a thousand pounds. Many half-destroyed buildings that were leaning against the water were hit by his palm strikes and shattered into pieces, sinking into the water.

In contrast, the gray-clad man seemed entirely on the defensive, relying on his agility to leap across the ruins like a nimble monkey, avoiding direct confrontation with the Black Dragon King. He narrowly dodged every thunderous strike, and when no dangerous buildings were visible, he would glide through the water to deflect the force of the blows. His movements were fluid and graceful, embodying the martial arts principle of using softness to overcome hardness.

The two masters were locked in a stalemate, one attacking and the other defending, but this was a hardship for New Orleans, who was submerged in the water. Rain and seawater, propelled by the force of their palm strikes, sprayed wildly in all directions like cannon fire. The already crumbling buildings and ruins could not withstand the onslaught. The half-destroyed cityscape was instantly and completely wiped out. As for those unfortunate victims caught in the crossfire, even a few drops of rainwater could be fatal. Although the two masters only had eyes for each other from beginning to end, I reckon that no fewer than a thousand people died in this round of battle.

As time went on, I began to see that the gray-clad man's martial arts skills seemed to belong to the Cihang Jingdian lineage—upright and righteous, extremely adept at defense. He disregarded the surrounding casualties, desperately holding off the Black Dragon King to prevent him from instigating another tsunami.

While the Black Dragon King's martial arts were undoubtedly formidable, I found it somewhat surprising. Given his dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, if he were to combine his martial arts with sorcery, drawing upon the thousands upon thousands of newly emerged undead in the city, gathering their resentment and poison within his body, and unleashing a devastating attack, the gray-clad man would surely be unable to withstand it. This logic is quite simple; why has the Black Dragon King only relied on pure brute force so far? Why is he conserving his magic power?

I had opened the sunroof and was half-standing to watch the game. These thoughts had barely crossed my mind when a burst of applause suddenly rang out beside me. I turned my head and saw Mao Yan'an clapping vigorously. He had also somehow gotten hold of the car's microphone and was using it to speak loudly.

"Hey, Kurosawa Kazuo, your entertainment was pretty good. We're giving you a round of applause and saying thank you. Don't forget to let us know if you have any performances next time!"

His voice carried far through the loudspeaker, and my first reaction was to grab the microphone, throw it aside, and then grab Mao Yan'an by the collar and shake him.

"Mao Yan'an! You dog! Why are you interrupting at a time like this?!"

"Huh? Didn't you tell me to repeat what I said to the Black Dragon King if I had the guts? To avoid being seen as a coward, of course I'll speak my mind."

"Huh? Now you're blaming everything on me? Well, if I told you to die, would you go die or not?"

"Oh! This is a serious matter; I need to think about it carefully."

"Hmph!"

If only that snort had come from my own mouth. Although it wouldn't have helped, before silently shedding tears, I still wanted to exercise my right as the victim, to righteously vent my anger, and slap Mao Yan'an a few times. However, before I could do anything, that elusive, evil black shadow was already directly above us, coldly snorting.

Then, I finally understood why the Black Dragon King never used black magic in battle. The thing summoned or activated doesn't necessarily come from the sea; it could also come from the land, or even… the sky.

From the moment the Black Dragon King appeared, dark clouds filled the sky, obscuring daylight like night. This was no coincidence, but the result of his dark magic. If the Black Dragon King could stir up giant waves from the sea, why couldn't he unleash thunder and storms from the sky?

Even the five strongest warriors couldn't accomplish this hastily, but with sufficient equipment and preparation, even a seventh-level sorcerer could achieve such a feat. As the foremost sorcerer of his time, the Black Dragon King could wield it with even greater ease.

One hand pointed to the earth, the other to the sky. Dense black energy gathered in his palm, swirling rapidly and quickly spreading outwards, completely engulfing his figure before rising rapidly into the sky. Meanwhile, the dense, persistent clouds cascaded down like a waterfall, making it appear as if the sky itself had collapsed and was falling to the ground.

It wasn't just clouds crashing down; the immense energy of the heavens, during its descent, naturally stirred up storms, creating unstoppable, raging tornadoes. In an instant, the accumulated water around us was violently sucked into the sky, and more than a dozen huge waterspouts appeared in New Orleans, devastating everything in their path.

Under such violent natural force, any resistance was futile, and we, being closest to the Black Dragon King, were naturally the first to be hit. At least three waterspouts formed around us, frantically sucking everything in their path into the sky. Even tons of concrete seemed as light as leaves before the storm's power.

My face paled as I began to doubt whether Amadeus's resilience could withstand being sucked into the sky and then crashing back to the ground. The more I thought about it, the less certain I became, when suddenly a gray shadow flickered before my eyes.

Ten feet directly above us, the gray-clad figure appeared out of nowhere. He swept his sleeves wide, sat cross-legged in mid-air, his hands forming a mudra, silently chanting incantations, exuding the solemn aura of a high-ranking Buddhist monk.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a chanting arose, and a bright yet gentle white light, like a beacon, shone in the air. Initially a small point, it quickly expanded, stirring the positive energy of the surrounding space. Looking around, it seemed as if thousands, even tens of thousands, of lotus-leaf lamps were swirling and protecting the area within a hundred feet. No matter how fierce the storm or how deep the darkness outside, this area remained calm and serene. Protected by this compassionate light, our hearts were filled with warmth and peace, and all our pain vanished. "

Light the lamp with a tranquil mind, use meditation as the seal, illuminate the universe, transmit the Dharma and save the world!"

This superior martial art is renowned, on par with the Tathagata Palm, and is the unparalleled skill of the Cihang Jingdian.

The Heart Lamp Meditation Seal!

Unlike the Tathagata Palm, which is characterized by its destructive and annihilating power, the Heart Lamp Meditation Seal is considered the "highest level technique of the healing mantra." Bathed in the Buddha's light of the Heart Lamp, all physical injuries begin to heal rapidly. Five hundred years ago, during the Warring States period, countless heroes were saved by this seal. For

some reason, the previous head of the Cihang Jingdian sect only passed this divine skill on to one person. This disciple then used it as his name, traveling the world. The Buddha's light of the Heart Lamp Meditation Seal followed his footsteps, illuminating the land and saving countless lives, earning him widespread fame.

This was something we hadn't expected. It turns out that the Heart Lamp Hermit wasn't just hiding in the shadows; he had been observing the situation closely. When those he cared about were in danger, he finally took action. I'm not shameless enough to believe he would come out to save me, but Mao Yan'an is his closest friend. For this longtime friend, he should at least offer some assistance.

The white light continued for an unknown period of time. When we realized it was all over, the white light had transformed into sunlight, and the dark clouds in the sky had completely vanished without a trace. The Black Dragon King and the Hermit of the Heart Lamp were like illusions, vanished without a trace, leaving only… a New Orleans riddled with holes.

**********The Black Dragon King stirred up waves, flooding New Orleans.

This news soon shocked the entire Yellow Earth. No one could believe that the Black Dragon would so directly provoke the Golden Flower Federation, especially since the Black Dragon King himself had personally unleashed this unimaginable bombshell upon the Golden Flower Federation's territory. Accompanied by severe casualties, it shocked the entire Golden Flower Federation.

The impact of this event was extremely serious!

Since the end of the Warring States period five hundred years ago, although there had been occasional wars on the Yellow Earth, thanks to the protection of the Cihang Jingdian, the Golden Flower Federation's territory had never been affected by the flames of war. They always fought on the periphery, and the common people only learned about war through news reports. For them, war, though painful and agonizing, was always a distant concept, never happening in their own homes, never drawing them into the conflict. As long as they remained within their own borders, they could rest easy.

But the Black Dragon King shattered that illusion with his own hands. The horrific scenes of New Orleans' utter destruction—floods, floating corpses, crumbling buildings—were repeatedly broadcast to every corner of the Plantagenet Federation. People watched in stunned silence, witnessing firsthand the suffering of their compatriots and realizing that such things could happen to them.

This experience was unlike anything the people of the Plantagenet Federation had ever felt before; its impact was not only severe but profound.

Before this day, the Black Dragon King was a distant name; people associated him with nothing more than seeing a wanted criminal on a bounty list. But from this day forward, the name of the Black Dragon King, along with the destruction of New Orleans, was deeply etched into the hearts of the Plantagenet Federation people, bringing fear, sorrow, and… a raging, fiery rage!

I had no interest in the unfolding events. That very evening, I re-established contact with Yueying and learned that Xue and Yu Ni were with her. Although they suffered minor injuries, they were generally safe.

While the flood came suddenly, it was only ordinary civilians who would drown. Yueying, as the Speaker of the National Assembly, held such a high position; how could she lack capable guards? She possessed a plethora of wondrous magical artifacts, and upon sensing danger, she immediately evacuated the area, making her the safest person. Even Xingmei and Charlotte at the mansion received the best possible care because of her.

However, the situation was extremely dangerous. The Black Dragon King appeared, and a massive flood swept in. Yueying's security personnel immediately assessed the situation and activated the divine artifact's magic array to teleport Yueying away. However, the Black Dragon King had already set up a counter-barrier within the venue, suppressing their teleportation array. The floodwaters burst through the windows. Axue tried to activate a magic array while simultaneously constructing a wall of bones to temporarily block the floodwaters and turn the tide.

Yu Ni's martial arts were of little use in this situation, and Violet was certainly no help either. Axue was juggling two tasks and was overwhelmed. Just as the situation became critical, a man in black suddenly broke through the water and the wall, striking the teleportation artifact with a palm strike. The sealed magic array was immediately activated.

That man in black, it's said, is the same one who helped me escape last time. His skills are incredible; he infused the artifact with boundless magic, not only breaking through the Black Dragon Society's energy blockade and teleporting instantly, but also sending them all over a hundred miles away, avoiding the flood—truly astonishing. However, only they escaped; all ten-odd guards present perished.

(Damn it, another man in black, another man in gray—what's the Golden Flower Federation doing? Everyone's masked in the streets; is it a demon kingdom?) Ah Xue and the others were rescued by the mysterious man in black, but the other nobles at the venue weren't so lucky. Ninety-five percent of them, like the unsuspecting citizens outside, drowned, becoming a permanent regret for New Orleans.

Yueying explained that a major disaster had occurred in New Orleans. She had originally planned to stay and oversee the situation, but since the flooding was caused by the Black Dragon Society, she went to a military fortress near Chicago to discuss countermeasures with the military for national security reasons. Chicago was also the location of the next match, so I could go there to meet them.

Amadeus is a highly sophisticated machine, and after all this trouble, it needed detailed adjustments, so it needed to be sent back as soon as possible to be handled by technicians. But based on my guess, where would the Buffett family find such highly skilled technicians? Yueying spoke vaguely, but the so-called technicians were probably the team of technicians under her perverted father.

I met up with Xingmei and Charlotte first. Xingmei looked much more energetic, no longer as listless as she had been a few days ago. My little sister, perhaps, truly has a talent for charity work. She was initially troubled by personal emotions, but after the devastating floods of New Orleans, she immediately perked up, saying she wanted to take her older sister's place and lead a team to provide relief to the victims and stabilize the situation.

"Hmm, that's a good idea, but be careful about your safety..."

Suddenly, I gave Xingmei a hug. She seemed startled, wriggling nervously in my arms like a frightened rabbit.

"Don't worry, it's just a big brother's encouraging hug for his little sister... You said you wanted to see me often, so you don't plan to be trembling and anxious every time you see me, right?" These

words calmed the little rabbit in my arms. Hearing me personally confirm our sibling relationship, that I had no ulterior motives, seemed to reassure Xingmei. Since that was the case, I went along with it and acted like a good older brother in front of her.

A feeling of resentment still lingered, but I thought Leng Linglan and Bianca had served as a warning. No matter what, even if I can only see but not have, having a pure and lovely younger sister is always better than having nothing at all. If I stubbornly cling to this resentment, Xingmei won't be able to let go either, constantly getting stuck in a rut. If she becomes a psychopath like them, that would be a real shame.

"It's good that you stay in New Orleans and share Yueying's burdens. I know you can do a lot, not just talk the talk, but you are of noble birth, so be careful when you're out and about, don't become a target for anyone with ulterior motives, and also..."

"Being a good older brother is how you should act," I carefully instructed Xingmei. She listened attentively, nodding frequently, her face beaming with a cute yet infuriating smile. Was this perverted father deliberately trying to make me suffer by having such a beautiful but immobile daughter?

Besides Xingmei, another person became active because of this disaster: Charlotte, a reporter. Unbeknownst to me, she seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with Yueying, and the two had developed a good relationship. Looking back, this seemed perfectly natural.

Yueying had a sharp eye and a keen ability to judge character; she must have noticed Xingmei's exceptional intelligence-gathering skills. Furthermore, politicians always want to have a few media figures closely connected to them. Therefore, in Yueying's eyes, Charlotte was like an uncut gem, a rare and valuable commodity.

For Charlotte, Moonsakura likely held the same significance. With Moonsakura's support, she would receive numerous advantages, at least within the Golden Fern Federation. While not guaranteed unparalleled success, she would have access to a wider and more extensive network of spheres.

These two women were perfectly aligned in their interests, and with their deliberate cultivation of a relationship, how could it not blossom into something positive? That's how things are in this world; driven by self-interest, interpersonal relationships are like magnets drawing two opposing poles together…

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