[Fantasy] The Legend of the Eye of Desire (Complete) - Chapter 18

Chapter 59 The Eye of Desire
At this moment, Yang Yan seemed to have become a deity, preaching to his followers and depicting the most mysterious and beautiful dreams in their hearts.
"The Kingdom of Gods?"
A sense of bewilderment washed over Flag. Disillusionment with reality and a profound understanding of the world's darkness had turned Flag into a killer, granting him boundless power. But even a demon has a pure land within his heart. The power of the Eye of Desire was awakening a trace of emotion lurking deep within Flag's soul.
"Submit to me, and I will lead you into a new era."
Yang Yan slowly placed his hand on Frege's head. The purple light of the Eye of Desire filled the entire room. The two women beside Yang Yan were completely captivated by the purple light, which seemed to bring back the warmest memories. Only Ba, who had been shrouded in blankets, remained awake. Despite possessing invincible divine power, she did not want to resist the powerful light that bewitched heaven and earth. Deep in her memory, thousands of years ago, the patriarch of the Xuanyuan Clan, the Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, gathered the most powerful army of heaven, earth, and man under this light, destroyed countless gods and demons, and became the sole ruler of the Nine Provinces.
"I, Frege, will follow the great Dark God and establish an eternal divine kingdom."
Frege's eyes had never been so firm. This man from the Far East, who called himself a god, possessed terrifying power. Following such a person might truly be his only choice.
“Very good, Flex. With the weapon in your hand, help me kill those who dare to hinder my actions. From today onwards, you are my apostle, a god of death from hell.”
Yang Yan nodded in satisfaction.
“I’ll take my leave now. If there’s anything you need, Master, please feel free to give me your orders.”
Flex’s body slowly disappeared into the darkness.
“Flex.”
Yang Yan called out softly.
“Master, what are your orders?”
Suddenly, Flex’s figure appeared from the shadows of the curtains, his short figure kneeling in the shadows.
“Superman and those other superhumans are hiding. Help me lure them all out.”
Yang Yan said, looking at Flex.
“Leave it to me. I can have some fun again.”
Flex’s voice seemed to carry a hint of excitement, and his short figure disappeared again in the blink of an eye.
"Tell our men to prepare for action. Flex has been fighting the Superhuman Association for so long; he must have a way to drag out all those Superhumans hiding in the shadows. This time, I'll eradicate them completely."
Yang Yan's gaze locked onto New York, a hint of crimson tinged with his purple eyes. Facing his first truly enraged opponent, Superhumans had become his primary target for elimination.
Atop the Empire State Building in New York, Flex's small, inconspicuous figure stood out. In the morning sunlight, his ugly face appeared unusually cold. His gaze was fixed on Central Park, where people gathered, under the protection of Superhumans, seeking refuge from the riots instigated by the Dark God's followers. Although New York City seemed to have returned to calm, it was the followers of the Dark God who controlled the city. These people, who had believed in American freedom since childhood, were forced to hide, awaiting the arrival of the US government forces to quell the rebellion.
"Under the protection of Superhumans? I wonder how long they can protect you?"
Due to the Superhumans' deployment, the Dark God's followers focused on the city center hadn't discovered the large number of heretics hidden there. These arrangements, however, were not concealed in the slightest by Fiora, a fellow superhuman who had fought against the Superhuman Association for a century. With a chilling laugh, Fiora's body transformed into a wisp of smoke and rapidly spread towards Central Park in New York City.
The people hidden in Central Park were deeply depressed. The 9/11 attacks were merely a few planes crashing into buildings; Osama bin Laden, the mastermind behind them, was driven to desperation by the United States, and even several governments closely associated with him were overthrown. This time, a strange religion had suddenly appeared, completely ending the movement of several major New York institutions and taking over the entire city. This was unprecedented in the hundreds of years since the founding of the United States.
Just as everyone was worrying about the future, the sky above Central Park suddenly seemed to darken. Everyone was astonished to find that, without them noticing, an extremely thick fog had covered the entire park, and everyone around them seemed to have vanished into the fog.
"Where are they?"
Those lost in the fog began searching for their friends who had just been beside them.
"Haha, welcome to the world of Fiora."
Fiora's grating voice rang out, his legendary signature—long, thin iron claws, a short stature, a red and blue outfit, and a face like that of a demon from hell. The terrifying figure of the Killer King Fiora appeared before the lonely human.
"Help..."
Many Americans grew up listening to Fiora's horrific legends; Fiora's terrifying shadow accompanied them through their childhood. Now, the seeds of fear planted in their hearts sprouted instantly and grew into a towering tree. In their extreme terror, that horror transformed into boundless power, replenishing Fiora's body.
"Haha, keep the fear going! This energy is the source of my power, Font!"
After absorbing the fear, Font casually chopped off a head with his sword. Watching the headless body spurt blood more than a meter high, Font was extremely excited. The blood quickly stained the ground beneath the corpse red...
"Warning, warning! Unidentified superhumans have invaded Central Park. Three hundred and seventy-two ordinary people who came to Central Park for refuge have already died..."
The voice of the supercomputer Statue of Liberty calmly rang out.
"Turn the camera around."
The seven superhumans who had gathered at the sound of the voice surrounded the supercomputer's huge screen. Superman said to Statue of Liberty.
The image shook for a moment, and then the cameras hidden in the darkness began to transmit the footage to the underground base. The blood flowing from countless headless corpses stained the ground red. The rest of the people, even those sleeping next to the headless corpses, seemed to have fallen into a coma, without any movement.
"What's going on?"
The seven superhumans were confused by the strange scene before them, looking at each other blankly.
"Look!"
Catwoman suddenly yelled, and everyone's eyes turned to the screen. A head suddenly flew off a body, immediately spurting out bright red blood.
"Play that scene again in slow motion,"
Superman said to the Statue of Liberty.
"Understood..."
The Statue of Liberty's voice had barely faded when the scene of the head leaving the body resumed. They watched as the wound on the neck appeared without warning, then the head flew off, blood spurting out.
"...Flag..."
Superman, who had participated in the attack on Filg, turned pale. The Filg they thought was dead was still alive, yet they had indeed destroyed Filg's body. If this person wasn't Filg, then why could he use Filg's signature killing method—killing in a dream?
"According to all the data in the database, the only one who fits this ability is the psychopathic abilities of the serial killer Filg,"
the Statue of Liberty's calm voice confirmed Superman's guess.
“Something’s not right. The exit of that underground ruin isn’t in Central Park. If Freddy really escaped from the ruin, he wouldn’t rashly come to Central Park. He can kill anywhere else; why would he come here?”
Batman analyzed calmly.
“Freddy is also a superhuman. He knows many secrets about superhumans. He’s here for revenge. Freddy’s power comes from fear. The more people he kills, the more fear he collects. Once he’s killed enough, our underground base won’t be so hard for him to find…”
Storm sighed. She had disagreed with Plan S from the beginning; there were too many unpredictable factors in that plan, especially since Freddy was a terrifying, uncontrollable monster.
“We can’t let him kill anymore. We have to go out and take care of this despicable killer.”
Although Daredevil couldn’t see the screen, through his superpowers, he knew that the life force on the surface was rapidly decreasing.
“Flag’s specialty is killing in dreams. Facing him is terrifying, so we must be fully prepared.”
The Flash closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After all, Flag is known as the most powerful killer. Any thought of underestimating him must be rejected. If anyone underestimates him, all the superhumans will be killed without them even realizing it.
Chapter 59: God of Zombies vs. Superman and the Flash
“No matter what, we can’t just watch this killer continue to slaughter people in front of us. We superhumans exist to protect America, and our mission is to maintain world peace.”
Storm took a deep breath and said.
“Let’s go. No matter what, let’s take care of Flag first.”
As the leader of the seven superhumans, Superman cannot let Flag continue his slaughter. Superman opened the door of the underground base and strode out first.
“Superman has appeared.”
Without the deep underground concealing Superman’s aura, Yang Yan detected the aura of the seven superhumans immediately.
"Let's go, let's go find those bastards and cause them trouble."
Yang Yan looked back at the several beauties beside him and said.
"Yes."
Yuri and Shiranui Mai were full of fighting spirit. As strong people, if they didn't respond to the enemy's provocation, then anyone could provoke them in the future. Since the superhumans started the war, they should pay the price for their actions.
"Let's go."
Yang Yan was the first to step out of the building, his body seemed to tear through space, and he disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.
"Wait for me."
Yuri spread her wings on her back, golden runes emerged, and she turned into a golden light and rushed directly towards Central Park.
"Will you make a move?" Shiranui Mai,
who hadn't made a move yet, asked Ba after watching Yang Yan and Yuri disappear.
"Well, I'll leave Superman and that Flash to me. Those two guys actually made Daddy angry..."
Ba smiled sweetly. The two guys who were known as the fastest among the superhumans were practically sentenced to death.
"Then I'll take my leave."
With Ba's help, Superman and the Flash were doomed. They were not even on the same level. A burst of flame erupted beneath Mai Shiranui's body, then she seemed to completely merge into the flames. As the flames vanished, Mai Shiranui disappeared from the spot.
"Heh, such a small trick is practically useless against the strong."
Ba's gaze fixed on the distance, her body suddenly enlarging, the Zombie God's alluring figure reappearing.
"Anyone who offends Daddy must die."
Looking into the distance, the Zombie God revealed a sweet smile, her snow-white fangs appearing exceptionally sexy against her rosy lips.
"Everyone be careful..."
Just entering Central Park, Superman, flying at the forefront, suddenly realized something was wrong. The entire Central Park seemed to have expanded hundreds of times in an instant, the dense forest seemingly endless. Superman had barely uttered the words when, in a flash, the six superhumans behind him seemed to have completely disappeared.
If someone were watching from a distance, they would have seen that almost instantly, all seven superhumans vanished simultaneously. Where the superhumans disappeared, Fred appeared with a serious expression, his arms clasped in front of his chest, as if he were using all his strength to support something.
"Well done."
Yang Yan appeared before Fleg, traversing the void.
"Master, I've sealed all seven superhumans into the world I created. To maintain its operation, I can't intervene,"
Fleg said solemnly.
"It's alright, leave the fighting to us."
Yang Yan smiled slightly as he watched Mai Shiranui and Yuri appear beside him.
"Go in, I'll escort you to them."
A spatial gate appeared before Fleg, and Yang Yan, Mai Shiranui, and Yuri entered simultaneously.
"Hmm, not bad. Leave Superman and Flash to me."
Just as the three entered Fleg's world, the high-pitched, sexy voice of the Zombie God quietly appeared.
"You're going to intervene too..."
Having witnessed the Zombie God's terrifying power, Fleg couldn't help but mourn for the seven superhumans he had imprisoned in that world. With the Zombie Goddess's terrifying strength, even if hundreds more of the Seven Superpowered Individuals came, they probably wouldn't be enough to kill her. Luckily, he hadn't made an enemy of her...
"Guard the outside properly, I'll come out when I'm done playing."
The Zombie Goddess didn't even wait for Flex to open the space, directly stepping into that world completely disconnected from the real world. Flex's ability to isolate everything in that alternate dimension had no effect on the Zombie Goddess.
Superman, having lost contact with his companions, warily stared at this world. Although it was densely forested, it was clearly not Central Park in New York. A blood-red moon hung in the sky, and the dense forest was eerily quiet, seemingly devoid of any life.
"Flex, you get out here!"
Superman, as expected of the leader of the Superpowered Association for decades, had an incredibly powerful physique after his enhancements. Not only was his body strong, but even his voice was comparable to the legendary Lion's Roar of a Shaolin master, and the entire world seemed to tremble at that terrifying roar.
"Hmm, what a loud voice! Your voice rivals that of a primordial beast."
The voice of the Goddess of Zombies rang out. Her magnificent classical court attire accentuated her perfect figure, revealing a hazy, alluring charm that transformed her stunning beauty into unparalleled elegance.
"Goddess..."
Superman couldn't help but swallow hard at the sight of such a classical Eastern beauty. Her breathtaking beauty was unlike anything he had ever witnessed.
"Indeed, I am a goddess, I am the Goddess of Zombies, Hanba."
The Goddess of Zombies smiled slightly. For thousands of years, almost every man who saw her true form reacted the same way.
"Goddess of Zombies?"
Superman was clearly hearing this deity's name for the first time.
"In the far east, there are immortal zombies. They are ageless and immortal, living on blood, and I am their god, the only immortal Goddess of Zombies in the world."
The Zombie God exuded a terrifying aura, the aura of a deity, a powerful aura that commanded the worship of all life on Earth.
"Unfortunately, we Americans only believe in ourselves. Gods don't exist in America."
Superman, having recovered from the initial awe of meeting the Zombie God, regained his sense of responsibility as a guardian of America.
"Because you have no gods, I will become your god, accepting your worship."
The Zombie God mentioned Yang Yan, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"You mean Yang Yan? He wants to control America? Dream on! I will definitely destroy this demon that threatens world peace!"
Seeing the Zombie God's warm smile as she mentioned Yang Yan, Superman felt a surge of anger. What was it about that Eastern woman that made such a stunning beauty smile at him like that? Superman was incredibly jealous.
"Is that so? Then you all must die."
The Goddess of Zombies smiled faintly, suddenly striking Superman with a palm. The entire space distorted under that palm strike. Superman only felt a blur before his entire body was suddenly slammed by a tremendous force, sending him flying. Then, as if he had crashed into someone, the two of them smashed through hundreds of giant trees before finally falling to the ground.
"Superman."
"The Flash."
The two who had collided saw their companion at the same time.
"So powerful..."
Superman felt that the force that had just hit him was almost no different from his own full-force attack. That force not only sent him flying but also made him break through the limitations of space and crash directly into the Flash. The Flash, known as the fastest, didn't even have time to dodge. Was this beautiful woman, known as the Goddess of Zombies, really that powerful?
“The other superpowered people have been taken care of, but I’ll take care of you two. If you don’t want to be taken care of by me, then obediently become Daddy’s slaves, otherwise…”
The Zombie Goddess’s voice was still as sweet as ever, but the meaning behind her words was quite clear. Superman and the Flash were both furious. America is a country that advocates freedom and peace, and yet someone actually wanted to treat the superheroes who protect this free and peaceful society as slaves. This was absolutely a challenge to the entire American social system. This woman, though beautiful, was completely evil. Superman and the Flash no longer regarded the Zombie Goddess as a beautiful woman, but completely as a terrorist who threatened American peace.
“Shut up, you terrorist! For the sake of world peace, we must defeat you!”
Superman and the Flash seemed to have a tacit understanding, shouting the words at the same time.
“Defeat me?”
The Zombie Goddess laughed as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world.
“What are you laughing at?”
Although the Zombie Goddess’s laughter was exceptionally beautiful, the attitude of completely disregarding the two superpowered people made Superman extremely unhappy.
"You two think you can defeat me? You're kidding me. You're worse than ants."
The Goddess of Zombies barely managed to suppress her laughter, putting on a stern face. Her forced smile carried an unusual air of smugness.
"You dare underestimate me?"
Superman had been America's number one superhuman for decades, commanding respect from everyone. He truly possessed formidable strength; his enhanced physique and mastery of gravity made him virtually invincible. Even against a powerful figure like Fredo, he wasn't without a fighting chance. The Goddess of Zombies' mockery enraged Superman. His terrifying muscles began to swell, doubling in size horizontally. His massive muscles resembled an ancient suit of armor, protecting his entire body.
"Take this!"
Superman roared, his giant fist, two or three times larger than an ordinary person's, hurtling towards the Zombie God. Superman's full-force punch would pulverize even metal. Superman, who rarely directly attacked humans, was clearly enraged this time.
"Can you even hit someone with that turtle-like speed? Even a turtle seems faster than you."
Just as Superman's fist was about to strike, the Zombie God vanished, and a voice echoed behind Superman.
"So fast..."
This terrifying speed, comparable to the Flash, astonished Superman.
"No one can match my speed."
In the midst of Superman's astonishment, the Flash had already attacked, instantly multiplying into countless Flashes, each striking the Zombie God in various forms.
"Hmm, not bad. Your speed is the most inconsistent with your strength that I've ever seen, but..."
The Zombie God remained calm and composed even when facing the Flash, who was known as the fastest man in America. Just as the Flash was about to strike, the Zombie God's fingers, whiter and smoother than jade, flicked the Flash's dagger. The poor Flash was thrown high into the air as if by lightning, then fell to the ground without any grace, completing a version of the Flash landing on his backside like a wild goose descending on sand.
"No matter how fast you are, it's useless without corresponding strength. Your skill is just for running away, and you dare to show it off."
This guy, who couldn't even break through Mai Shiranui's defense, dared to show off in front of him. The Zombie God didn't even bother to move.
"If you're so tough, don't run away. Just stand there and take my punch."
The fastest man, the Flash, couldn't help him at all, and his speed was completely unable to catch up with this hateful Eastern woman. Superman couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Haha, you big guy, you're hilarious! You're slow, yet you expect others to stand still and let you hit you? You're truly stupid. Is this all the intelligence you have in your Superpower Association?"
The Zombie God laughed loudly.
"You despicable Easterner..."
Superman's rage caused his body to grow even larger, with scorching breath spewing from his nostrils, like an enraged bull.
"Alright, alright, I can't stand you anymore. I can't help it, they've all taken the fun ones, so I'm only reluctantly playing with you. I have no choice but to take care of you, you mentally challenged child, this brainless idiot. Bring it on, I'll show you what true power is."
The Zombie God looked at Superman's ridiculous appearance with a helpless expression.
"Damn Easterner, die!"
Superman roared, his giant fist slamming towards the Zombie God like lightning.
"I am the immortal zombie god, Drought Demon! How dare you, such a lowly being, challenge the authority of a god?"
Superman's fist could not advance any further than a meter away from the zombie god. A terrifying majesty emanating from the zombie god's body filled the entire space with overwhelming power. The zombie god coldly stared at this superhuman who dared to throw a punch at him.
"Those who offend the gods will surely be punished by heaven."
The zombie god slowly extended his finger and pointed it at Superman, America's strongest man. Endless and terrifying energy was released from the zombie god's fingertip. Superman's body did not move an inch before it suddenly burst into flames and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye. Only a blurry shadow of Superman remained, suspended in mid-air. This shadow seemed to struggle desperately, trying to escape this space, but under the divine might of the zombie god, what ability did that weak soul have to escape?
"You've angered your father, so I won't let you off so easily. Since you dare offend him, I'll banish your soul to the deepest hell, ensuring you never reincarnate."
Under the Zombie God's gaze, Superman's soul transformed into a pale white flame and flew into the Zombie God's hand. This flame, held in the Zombie God's hand, would vanish completely with a gentle squeeze, but the grave sin that had enraged Yang Yan wouldn't be so easily appeased in the Zombie God's hands.
Legend has it that after death, life goes to another world, a world where only pure spirits exist. In China, that world is called the Yellow Springs, or the underworld as commonly known. All life, after death, is judged in the Yellow Springs, punished according to their deeds in life. After atoning for their sins in the Yellow Springs, life is sent for reincarnation. The Nine Netherworlds, located at the very bottom of the Underworld, are terrifying places even gods dare not easily reach. All the sins gathered in the Underworld flow into the Nine Netherworlds, making it the source of boundless karmic fire. No soul that reaches the Nine Netherworld can escape; they are subjected to the karmic fire that directly burns their souls, an endless torment. The Nine Netherworlds are the highest form of punishment by the gods; any soul cast into the Nine Netherworlds will suffer there forever.
The God of Zombies cleaved open space with one hand, creating a spatial rift connecting the worlds of life and death. The wails of the tormented souls from the Underworld immediately caused Superman's soul flames to tremble.
"This world is still so hateful."
Although zombies are strange beings that exist outside of life and death, and the incomparably powerful God of Zombies is truly immortal, even the God of Zombies felt extremely uncomfortable in the face of the wails of those tormented souls from the Underworld.
"It's so much better to be a reader of this book! After reading it, you won't fall into hell or the underworld. In stillness, you'll be worshipped by ten thousand saints; in motion, you'll be accompanied by seven Buddhas. It's simply amazing!"
The God of Zombies sighed inwardly, casually casting Superman's soul fire directly into the underworld. In the depths of hell, the boundless karmic fire instantly devoured the soul fire, and Superman's cries of agony merged with the wails of the wronged souls in the underworld, beginning his eternal torment.
"Now it's your turn."
When the God of Zombies locked his gaze on the Flash, the Flash's legs went weak with fear. A powerful being like Superman was treated like an ant by the God of Zombies with effortless ease. That terrifying power that transcended everything was definitely America's nightmare.
"Run."
Although the Flash's destructive power is the weakest among the seven superhumans, he possesses unparalleled speed and lightning control. These two abilities make him the most troublesome superhuman besides Superman. Based on past experience, if the Flash is determined to escape, even someone as powerful as Superman cannot stop him.
Thinking it, he acted immediately. In the blink of an eye, several bright bolts of lightning suddenly erupted from the Flash's body, and then his figure vanished.
"Trying to escape? If you get away, am I still the God of Zombies?"
Looking at the empty space before him, the God of Zombies was not worried at all. He casually closed the passage to the underworld, then gently combed his wind-blown hair and said calmly.
Chapter 60: The Flash's Self-Destruction .
The greatest scientist of the 20th century was undoubtedly Dr. Einstein, the Jewish scientist who proposed the greatest theory in the history of science: relativity! The system elucidated a series of intangible relationships between time, space, energy, and others. Even today, decades after Dr. Einstein's death in the 21st century, ninety percent of the theories in relativity remain unprovable.
For the first time since gaining super-lightning speed, the Flash pushed this speed to its limit. At this moment, everything before him seemed to have completely vanished; the sky and the universe appeared shrouded in darkness.
"I never imagined that such an ability could arise among humans,"
the voice of the Zombie God suddenly rang in the Flash's ears.
"What?"
The Flash was startled by the sudden voice, instinctively turning to look in the direction from which the voice came. Where there should have been nothing, the Zombie God stood in mid-air.
"No…impossible, even Superman can't enter this space…"
The Flash's face turned completely pale. The Flash's superhuman speed was not a normal occurrence, but a special ability developed by a mad scientist with superpowers after studying Dr. Einstein's theory of relativity.
According to Dr. Einstein's theory of relativity, when the flow of time is different, space will also change. The flow of time is absolutely related to energy; when energy approaches the speed of light, the flow of time slows down. At this point, the relative energy exists in another space, a space completely different from our own. Distance, speed, and the flow of time can all be controlled. While time cannot be reversed, it can be slowed down considerably.
This is the mystery of the Flash's super-fast speed. That mad scientist with superpowers strangely altered the Flash's flow of time, putting him into a controllable space where time flows at hundreds of times the speed of light. Consequently, the Flash's movements are so fast that they are practically invisible to ordinary people.
"It's just changing time with energy, but it seems you can't fully master this technology. That's understandable; after all, it's a technology exclusive to gods. For a human like you, your energy is far too weak to leave this space and return to normal space,"
the Zombie God said with pity, looking at the Flash. Possessing such uncontrollable energy is truly a tragedy. This high-speed operation allows a person to experience an infinite amount of time compared to ordinary people. Although the Flash has only existed for two or three decades, due to his presence in this space, time has actually passed for millions of years.
"You Easterners are truly terrifying. That girl with the fan could directly harm my true form hidden in this space, and you were able to enter it. No wonder some people say that the East is the most mysterious."
The Flash looked at the God of Zombies and sighed softly. Superhumans shouldn't exist in history. Their abilities are forbidden powers, and these abilities should never be mastered by humans. Superhuman research has violated the taboos of the gods. However, this time, the superhumans have chosen to be enemies with these Easterners, which seems to indicate that they have truly reached their end. Like the Inca Empire, the origin of superhuman technology, the superhumans will likely soon disappear into the annals of history.
"Although I don't want to kill you, you've offended my father, so I still have to kill you. Don't worry, I won't throw you into hell; I'll completely erase any trace of your existence."
The God of Zombies sighed, slowly pointing his finger at the Flash.
"To make that Easterner angry in exchange for death, I'm actually not losing out,"
the Flash smiled slightly, a mocking smile on his face.
"Among these Easterners, you are the strongest. Even if Superman and I are gone, as long as you are eliminated, the superhumans can at least fight the Easterners to a draw. So, die." As
soon as the Flash finished speaking, countless bolts of lightning suddenly appeared in the space, and the Flash's body suddenly emitted a blinding flash, like a multi-wattage light bulb. The light dimmed abruptly, then instantly transformed into a blinding flash that illuminated the entire space. For a moment, the Flash's body seemed brighter than the sun, and the powerful energy spread wildly as if it wanted to devour everything.
When the light gradually dissipated, the entire space seemed to return to calm.
"Self-destruction? That kind of energy can indeed destroy a city instantly, but unfortunately, your opponent is me."
The voice of the Zombie God echoed throughout the space. As the space gradually brightened, it seemed as if the entire space was a pitch-black crystal ball held in the Zombie God's palm. The Flash's self-destruction, which was comparable to a nuclear explosion, was nothing compared to the power of a lit match in front of the Zombie God. The entire space was compressed into the size of a crystal ball by the Zombie God. Seeing that the space was completely calm, and the Flash's soul fire had been completely burned away in the self-destruction, the Zombie God let the space ball in his palm slowly disappear.
"Although even gods cannot stop the flow of time or reverse it, gods can control space. In the realm of gods, unless one possesses even greater divine power, nothing can change the laws set by the gods. Only gods can kill gods."
The Zombie God completed his battle, his body slowly floating into the air and gradually disappearing, leaving this world created by Fred's psychic powers.
"It's over?"
Fred was clearly not expecting the Zombie God to have ended the battle in just a few minutes.
"It's over. The two strongest superhumans are nothing special. I need to go back now. If Dad finds out, my life will be in trouble."
The God of Zombies glanced around and then disappeared again before Flex's eyes.
The spaces Flex created all seemed so similar, except for the eerie, terrifying forest and these strange reptiles. It was as if this self-proclaimed most powerful superhuman couldn't think of anything else. These eerie, terrifying places might be quite frightening to others, but for Daredevil, they were nothing special. Even those illusory reptiles, seemingly real forests, were nothing but illusions to Daredevil.
What Flex created might be perceived as real by others, but it could never fool Daredevil, the only super soldier among the seven superhumans proficient in psychic abilities.
The only difference between the mental world Flex created and the world created by the gods was that everything Flex created was virtual. Although it looked real, it was all an illusion, while the gods truly created a self-contained world where they could set any rules.
Daredevil's eyes could only see blurry shadows a few centimeters away. Everything he saw came from his psychic abilities, the results of a mental scan. In the mouths of martial arts practitioners, this was called the "mind's eye," a special skill that could only be obtained through talent. Those who had achieved mastery called this ability "divine vision." When practiced to its limit, one could, like a Buddha or Bodhisattva, have a discerning eye that could see across the four continents, seeing everything in the world at a glance.
Daredevil clearly didn't possess such terrifying divine vision; at most, he could only see a range of a few dozen meters. Everything was clear to him, but even so, Frye's illusions had no effect on Daredevil. Although he couldn't escape Frye's mental world, he remained steadfastly moving forward in one direction without the slightest hesitation.
"Who goes there..."
Daredevil, who had been silently advancing, suddenly stopped and coldly shouted.
"Impressive. I didn't expect there to be a master of ancient Chinese martial arts in America."
Mai Shiranui's voice slowly rang out, and a mature beauty in a fiery red kimono, holding the Shiranui-ryu's divine weapon, the Fire Dance Butterfly Fan, appeared in this illusory world.
"A ninja?"
Daredevil, America's top fighter, had encountered many fighters from other countries and dealt with several ninjas who came to America on missions. However, the female ninja before him seemed completely different from ordinary ninjas.
Chapter 61 Ancient Chinese Martial Arts: The Innate Tai Chi Style
. Ninjas excel at stealth and assassination. Concealment is paramount, so almost all ninjas strive to hide their aura. Skilled ninjas can even completely conceal their presence.
The ninjas Daredevil encountered almost always revealed their aura just before attacking, making them nearly impossible to defend against. This ninja, clearly a woman, made no attempt to conceal her aura. Her fiery, raging aura locked onto him, leaving Daredevil unsure of its strength.
"The current head of the Shiranui-ryu Ninjutsu, Mai Shiranui, reporting for duty."
Mai Shiranui's butterfly fan transformed into a long sword. Holding the sword with both hands, she spoke coldly.
"Shiranui-ryu? Haven't you always prioritized seclusion, avoiding all political involvement?"
As America's top martial arts expert and a powerful superhuman proficient in ancient Chinese martial arts, Daredevil was well-versed in the legends of almost every martial arts school in the world. As the head of the most mysterious and unpredictable of Japan's three major ninja schools, the Shiranui-ryu, Daredevil had heard mostly legends. However, all these legends indicated that this ninja school, which had been lurking for a thousand years, seemed to have no interest in external affairs and rarely interfered in worldly matters. For the leader of such a school to personally come to America and join the war against the Superhuman Association—could this school be the main enemy of the Superhumans in this war?
"Foolish Superhumans! How dare you provoke the great master of our Shiranui family! You have desecrated the thousand-year honor of our Shiranui family! This sin can only be cleansed with blood! You Superhumans, all of you must die!"
Shiranui Mai was an absolute pragmatist; once she set a goal, she would strive to achieve it. Now that she had already started a war with the Superhumans, the only remaining objective was to annihilate them completely.
"Your master?"
Daredevil was quite surprised. Ninjas were a strange profession that originated in ancient Japan, consisting of assassins and secret agents. True ninjas were completely brainwashed human tools; no matter how absurd their master's orders, they would execute them without question. If someone had truly subdued the Shiranui clan and become its master, it meant that this person controlled at least several thousand fearless human tools. Even a simple suicide bombing by a terrorist organization would be enough to turn the entire United States upside down. Moreover, these people possessed fighting skills that ordinary superhumans couldn't match.
"Enough nonsense, prepare to die."
Mai Shiranui clearly had little interest in continuing the discussion with Daredevil. Besides Daredevil, Mai Shiranui had at least one or two other powerful superhumans waiting to be assassinated. With a cold shout, Mai Shiranui's long sword slashed down at Daredevil's head without any fancy moves. Japanese martial arts originated from the practical martial arts that flourished in early Tang Dynasty China, emphasizing brute force to overcome brute force and a single, fatal blow. Therefore, all the techniques in Japanese martial arts are very simple and straightforward, with amazing practical effects. Even ninja combat doesn't involve much fancy stuff; it's simply a combination of techniques and the essence of ninjutsu.
"You're the most powerful ninja I've ever seen."
Daredevil miraculously retreated, dodging Mai Shiranui's incoming blade.
"As expected of America's number one combat expert."
Watching Daredevil's dance-like movements, Mai Shiranui smiled with excitement.
China is the birthplace of martial arts. Those ancient martial arts from legendary ancient beings are full of unknown mystery. Since the Tang Dynasty in China, every ten years or so, top Japanese masters would travel to China to challenge them, but all ended in failure. During World War II, countless Japanese martial artists followed the army to China, and less than one in ten returned. Although Mai Shiranui didn't know what kind of ancient Chinese martial arts Daredevil used, his amazing footwork and almost perfect body movement were simply a perfect manifestation of the highest level of ninjutsu—the unity of heaven and earth.
Although Mai Shiranui's current combat strength far surpasses that of other ninjas, and she is progressing further and further down the path of the Heavenly Ninja, she has never been able to reach the state of oneness with heaven and earth. Now, facing such a master who is proficient in this wondrous martial art, Mai Shiranui's blood as a martial artist begins to boil.
"Come on, let me witness the secret ninjutsu of the Shiranui clan, which has dominated Japan for a thousand years."
Daredevil struck a strange pose and said to Mai Shiranui.
"Shiranui-ryu Ninjutsu, Roar of the Fire God!"
Mai Shiranui unleashed her full power, her domain power covering her body, flames crisscrossing the sky. A massive fiery sword aura, drawn from the longsword in her hand, instantly attacked Daredevil.
Daredevil didn't even have time to speak. Mai Shiranui's strength clearly exceeded his expectations. The terrifying fiery sword aura was narrowly avoided by Daredevil through a series of elegant footwork. One sword aura was almost impossible to dodge, but Daredevil swiftly moved, the back of his hand brushing against the outer edge of the sword aura. A subtle force changed the trajectory of the fiery sword aura, and Daredevil breathed a long sigh of relief after escaping Mai Shiranui's attack range.
"Not bad. Despite being weaker than me, you were still able to dodge my attacks. What's the name of your martial arts?"
Mai Shiranui said coldly, carrying her longsword and looking at Daredevil.
"You're truly impressive, but in terms of pure strength, only Superman among us superhumans can reliably defeat you with sheer power. And your fire power, even against Superman, might not be a match for you. We truly underestimated you."
Daredevil's tone was bitter, a burnt smell filling the air. The back of his hand, which had come into contact with Mai Shiranui's sword energy, was charred black, clearly burned.
"You're not bad either; at least your power manipulation technique surpasses mine."
Mai Shiranui revealed a smug smile. Technique can only compensate for a lack of strength within a certain distance. Once the absolute difference in strength between the two sides is too great, overwhelming power is enough to crush any resistance relying on technique.
"My martial arts style is called Innate Tai Chi Style. I bought it from an antique dealer; it's probably an antique smuggled from China. It's a pity the book only has the first half, otherwise I might not have lost to you."
Daredevil stared blankly at the sky. He learned this martial art before he lost his sight. Later, due to an accident, he lost his sight, and by chance, he learned the Mind's Eye ability, becoming one of the superhumans. And it was with this incomplete ancient Chinese martial art that he actually became one of the seven superhumans. He often thought that if he could learn the complete martial art, even Superman wouldn't be his match.
"Innate Tai Chi Style? That's a lost art from the mid-Tang Dynasty,"
Mai Shiranui exclaimed in surprise. While he might not be familiar with other martial arts, the Innate Tai Chi Style is hailed as one of the Ten Great Divine Skills of ancient China. During the early Tang Dynasty, a master of the Shiranui-ryu ninja style sparred with a master of the Innate Tai Chi Style. This master, supposedly on the verge of reaching the Heavenly Ninja level, was utterly defeated without even a single move. If the opponent hadn't shown mercy, this top-tier Shiranui Mai might not have survived to return to Japan. In his surviving writings, he highly praised this wondrous skill, considering it the greatest divine skill in the world.
"This is the Innate Tai Chi Style manual I've always kept close to my body. I hope it won't disappear with me. This divine skill truly represents the pinnacle of ancient wisdom,"
Daredevil said, taking an old, thread-bound booklet sealed with plastic wrap from his pocket and slowly handing it to Shiranui Mai.
"You've offended my master; I have no right to let you go,"
Shiranui Mai said hesitantly, not taking the book.
"To fight the Shiranui-ryu sect leader to the death is my honor as a martial artist. Why should I beg for mercy?"
Daredevil's expression turned displeased.
"Fine, to fulfill your honor as a martial artist, I will fight with all my might to send you on your way."
Taking Daredevil's booklet, Shiranui Mai raised her longsword again.
"Come on, to die a glorious death in battle is my honor as a martial artist."
Daredevil let go of all burdens, entering a state of blissful tranquility. As Daredevil assumed a fighting stance again, a strange and eerie current slowly began to condense around him.
Chapter 061 Mist vs. Silk! Bat vs. Spider:
Decades of martial arts training, victory or defeat hangs in the balance.
In that instant, Daredevil pushed the Innate Tai Chi style to its limit, seemingly merging into the world. Drawn by the energy, Shiranui Mai's flame domain suddenly expanded to several feet in diameter, then contracted with lightning speed. Breaking through the domain, it was Shiranui Mai's longsword that slashed wildly at Daredevil.
Without any fluctuation, as if nothing had happened, Mai Shiranui slowly sheathed her longsword.
"...The legendary fighting power of the Heavenly Ninja..."
Daredevil slowly opened his eyes, his previously cloudy eyes suddenly becoming clearer than ordinary people's. With a divine light from those eyes, a crimson dot appeared between Daredevil's brows, then rapidly expanded throughout his body. In a wisp of green smoke, Daredevil's body seemed to turn to dust, vanishing from this illusory space in the blink of an eye.
"Innate Tai Chi Style..."
Mai Shiranui slowly turned, looking at the spot where Daredevil had disappeared, and sighed softly. The ancient Chinese martial arts were indeed extraordinary. Even though Daredevil's strength was far inferior to hers, he had managed to force her to unleash power almost exceeding her actual level in the final strike.
"Who else?"
Mai Shiranui looked at the spatial gate that had appeared before her. Behind the gate, there were definitely enemies she needed to deal with. The battle still awaited her.
The world of Freyg was never much different, but this time, the world seemed to have a different meaning.
The entire forest was entangled in countless silvery-white spiderwebs. In the center, a vast area spanning several dozen feet had been completely cleared. On the enormous, suspended spiderweb, a man clad in red armor, with only his hands and feet exposed, crawled like a spider at its center.
Spiders are natural hunters, and the Spider-Man, inheriting spider abilities, was the foremost hunter among superhumans.
This world was truly strange. In a world where friend and foe were unclear, the Spider-Man chose a strategy of stillness and movement. The spiderwebs covering the entire forest not only restrained any enemy attacks but also acted like radar, transmitting every movement within the forest to the Spider-Man without missing a single detail. Wherever there were spiderwebs, the Spider-Man could see everything more clearly than with his own eyes.
This world also had a moon, though its color was repulsive and it offered no power to creatures of darkness. Yet, as a vampire favored by the night, Yuri still gazed contentedly at the moon hanging high above her head. Golden runes covered her entire body like armor, while a thick layer of black mist completely concealed Yuri and the dazzling light emanating from her golden runes.
Vampires are natural masters of manipulating dark energy, which mostly appears in the form of mist, making them natural masters of controlling mist as well. Since sacrificing her virginity to Yang Yan, Yuri felt her abilities advancing by leaps and bounds. She could easily reach the level of a prince without relying on the ring given to her by Feng Hou, and with that peculiar ring, Yuri could clearly feel her strength approaching that of Dracula, the legendary vampire whose power was said to be almost godlike.
Hidden in the mist, Yuri frowned as she looked at the Spider-Man's enormous spiderweb. The seemingly chaotic arrangement actually sealed off the entire forest. The thumb-thick spider silk reflected a dazzling white light under the disgusting moonlight, concealing a deadly intent.
"Damn spiders."
Spiders truly deserve their reputation as one of the most annoying creatures in the world, leaving the entire forest covered in spiderwebs. Yuri complained, and then the thick fog surrounding her suddenly began to spread. In no time, the dark fog completely obscured the disgusting moon in the sky, plunging the entire world into darkness.
As darkness descended, the Spider-Man, who had been lurking in the center of the web, began to move. His body coiled up like a spider, and his normally normal eyes suddenly glowed red, then protruded from their sockets. Two blood-red eyes, like light bulbs, stood out starkly in the darkness.
"Spider eyes?"
Looking at the conspicuous red light in the forest, Yuri felt a headache coming on. This guy was so disgusting, even mimicking spider eyes. She seriously doubted whether he was even human.
Insects' eyes are usually the best; to the Spider-Man's spider eyes, this dark space was no different from usual, and he could still see what he needed to see.
“Big Spider, you’re quite a handful.”
Since she couldn’t sneak up on him, Yuri simply swaggered in front of Spider-Man. Her tight leather outfit perfectly accentuated her sexy, voluptuous figure, and the golden runes on her body resembled beautiful armor, adding a touch of mystery to Yuri’s already alluring physique.
“A vampire?”
A stunningly beautiful woman appeared, with pale skin, sharper-than-average ears, and small fangs protruding from her sexy, red lips. Spider-Man recognized the vampire at a glance—this evil race full of handsome men and beautiful women.
“Hmm, I didn’t expect you, Big Spider, to know about us vampires.”
Seeing Spider-Man’s somewhat surprised expression, Yuri smiled slightly.
“Vampires, you evil creatures, why are you invading America?”
Spider-Man was furious. He had thought his enemies were incredibly formidable, but it turned out to be those detestable vampires attacking America. These evil creatures needed to be taught a lesson.
"Why? You bastards, you stole our vampire clan's sacred relic, Queen Lilith's crystal coffin, without any reason, and you actually dare to ask us why?"
Yuri's expression was icy, and the golden runes surrounding her body began to contract violently.
"You evil bastards, if you were to obtain Lilith's magic, you would surely turn the world upside down. For the peace of the entire world, we must destroy that evil thing."
Spider-Man stood up straight.
"Damn it, if Queen Lilith's crystal coffin is damaged in any way, I will destroy America."
Yuri roared angrily at Spider-Man's threat to destroy Lilith's crystal coffin, which was worshipped as a deity by vampires, and thick black fog began to churn in the sky.
"Others may fear you vampires who cannot see the light of day, but we, the great superhumans, have no fear."
Spider-Man showed no fear in the face of Yuri's rage. As one of the seven superhumans, he had roamed America for over a decade, protecting peace and safeguarding the nation. Spider-Man was used to fighting all sorts of enemies, and even if his opponent was a vampire, one of the most terrifying nightmares in the eyes of ordinary people, he wouldn't care.
"You've got guts, worthy of being one of the Seven Superpowered Ones. I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth."
Yuri was truly enraged by Spider-Man. With a cold laugh, she suddenly flapped her wings and swooped down from the sky at astonishing speed, transforming into a huge black cloud that lunged directly at Spider-Man.
"You're asking for death."
Seeing this beautiful female vampire charging towards him, Spider-Man's lips curled into a cunning smile. Just as Yuri approached within ten meters of him, a large, transparent spiderweb suddenly appeared in mid-air. Yuri's black cloud form was like a butterfly caught in a spiderweb, stuck and struggling incessantly.
"Haha, even Superman can't escape once entangled in my spider silk!"
Spider-Man laughed maniacally, simultaneously hurling countless spider silks from both hands, instantly wrapping Yuri's black cloud tightly as if a giant silver-white cocoon had appeared in mid-air.
"Beautiful female vampire, although you are so cute, please stay in this strange world. My spider silk can keep you trapped here for at least a thousand years. Even vampires can't live for more than a thousand years."
Spider-Man looked at his masterpiece, smiled smugly, and prepared to turn and leave.
"This piece of junk can trap me?"
Yuri's voice slowly rang out. Sometime during the day, a thick cloud of black mist condensed on the giant silver-white cocoon, and countless black wisps of smoke rose from the silver-white spider silk cocoon. In less than a minute, the thick black mist had coalesced, twisted, and Yuri reappeared before Spider-Man.
(I was just about to go home for Chinese New Year when my new phone was stolen! I'm so upset. I only bought it four months ago, and it cost 1,800 yuan—a month and a half's salary! Those damn thieves! They've made me extremely unhappy, and I don't even feel like writing anymore... My perfect Chinese New Year, which I was looking forward to, has been ruined by them... I strongly curse these thieves; they're all Japanese, and not one of them is any good.)

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