Douluo: God-level cheat, invincible as soon as you get out of the mountain

"I will remain steadfast in my beliefs and will always believe that the demonic path is the future of the magic world."

He raised the rock spear, aiming it at the air.

But in the next second.

But Lu Nian stopped moving.

A hand covered in dark red scales gripped the spear. The rocky spearhead shattered like dirt in that hand.

Lu Nian slowly turned his head and saw those black pupils filled with savagery.

The demon Mo Fan had somehow arrived beside them.

The speed was so fast that even he, a high-level mage, didn't notice it.

"Mo Fan."

Zhan Kong struggled to lift his head, and seeing his current appearance, his heart felt like it was being violently gripped.

The demon Mo Fan did not respond. He simply stared at Lu Nian, letting out a low, beast-like roar.

The voice contained endless pain, anger, and a kind of almost exhausted human struggle.

"The perfect experimental subject."

A fanatical light blazed in Lu Nian's eyes.

"It actually succeeded! The demonic magic system, a fusion of four magic systems, has reached the sub-commander level in a short time, and has even broken through to the commander level!"

He completely ignored the danger before him and reached out to touch the demon Mo Fan.

However.
The claws pierced through the armor.

Lu Nian was stunned.

He looked down at his chest, where the scaled hand had pierced through the Mountain Armor, which was said to be able to withstand attacks from commanders.

Emerging from his back, he held a still-beating heart in his hand.

"No, it's impossible."

Lu Nian coughed up blood-tinged foam.

"How could my armored magical artifacts possibly be..."

The demon Mo Fan lifted Lu Nian into the air, his burning eyes staring closely at the person who had turned him into a monster.

Broken words, mixed with a roar, surged from his throat:

You deserve to die.

The voice was hoarse, almost inhuman.
"Go to hell for those who died because of you!"

The demon Mo Fan let out a final roar, the pain and rage in his voice causing the blood-red clouds in the sky to churn.

He clenched his fists.

Lu Nian's body exploded in mid-air, his flesh and blood instantly evaporated by the dark red energy, leaving not even ashes behind.

Fragments of the Mountain Armor clattered to the ground, losing all their luster.

Then, the demon Mo Fan turned to Zhan Kong.

Zhan Kong struggled to his feet and stared directly into those dark, gaping pupils.

"Tell me what I should do now. I feel so bad, I can hardly hold it in anymore."

Mo Fan was in great inner turmoil, and it was clear that the demonic nature was causing him immense pain.

Zhan Kong knew that Mo Fan should still have some sense left, otherwise he would probably have killed Lu Nian first and then killed him.

The demon Mo Fan raised his claws, but then paused.

A flicker of struggle flashed in his dark eyes.

"You need to consume essence, and a large amount of it. I'll take you back to the Military Intelligence Bureau now; they have it there."

Before Zhan Kong could finish speaking, Mo Fan grabbed his shoulder and threw him far away.

"I'm sorry, I've lost control of myself."

As he spoke, he struggled to maintain his consciousness and disappeared in the direction the giant lizard pseudo-dragon had fled. After the demonized Mo Fan left, the plaza fell into a deathly silence.

All that remains are the corpses of numerous lizard-headed giants and ruins.

Zhan Kong knelt on one knee, spitting out another mouthful of blood; his injuries were severe.

"Are you Zhan Kong?" Mu Ningxue walked out from not far away with Ai Tutu and Mu Nujiao.

He was quite surprised when he saw Mu Ningxue.

"How did you all get here?"

Soon, Mu Ningxue and the others explained the details of this training exercise.

"That's just how it is, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Mu Ningxue and the others have done their best to help Mo Fan; it can be said that they have done everything they could.

"It's not your fault."

Zhan Kong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked in the direction where the demon Mo Fan had disappeared.

"I will have the military bring him back."

In the distance, atop a television tower that had not yet completely collapsed, Fu Ye stood quietly.

He witnessed the whole process, including the final struggle of the demon Mo Fan.

"As expected of the protagonist, he can survive unscathed even in this situation," he murmured to himself.

"The mutation produced by the fusion of four magic systems is comparable to that of a commander. No wonder the demonic system is Mo Fan's biggest trump card in the later stages of the game."

His gaze fell in the direction where Mo Fan had disappeared.

In a flash, he appeared beside Zhan Kong and Mu Ningxue.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Zhan Kong? Haven't seen you for a while, what's gotten into you again?"

Upon seeing Fu Ye appear, Zhan Kong, who was already feeling extremely aggrieved, almost cursed out loud.

"Damn it! So you've been here all along!"

Seeing Fu Ye's calm and composed demeanor, Zhan Kong felt like a clown.

He felt that the suffering he was experiencing was more or less related to Fu Ye.

"Of course, otherwise do you really think I would be willing to let Ning Xue and the others go out and take risks?"

Fu Ye glanced at him speechlessly, after all, he really looked down on Zhan Kong.

You clearly have such good resources and such a good background.

It's fair to say that if he had been even slightly more ambitious, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Upon seeing Fu Ye's appearance, Mu Ningxue, Ai Tutu, and Mu Nujiao all gathered around.

However, their expressions were full of worry, and Fu Ye seemed to be able to guess what they were thinking, so he spoke directly.

"Don't worry, none of your classmates died, including those four unlucky guys who encountered the fake demon at the beginning. I've sent them all to Dean Songhe's office."

Upon hearing Fu Ye's words, Mu Ningxue and the other two were all surprised and astonished, and the gloom on their faces vanished almost instantly.

Seeing this, Fu Ye rolled his eyes at them, utterly speechless.

"Hey, what were those expressions you guys were making just now? Did you really think I was a heartless person who would stand by and watch someone die?"

Sensing the hint of affinity in Fu Ye's eyes, Mu Ningxue and the other two looked embarrassed.

"Hahaha, Brother Fu Ye, we're just..."

"Oh, you heartless women, shut up! In your hearts, I'm actually the kind of evil person who would stand by and watch someone die. I'm truly heartbroken."

Before we knew it, two and a half months had passed in the blink of an eye.

In Fu Ye's private office at the Imperial Capital Magic Academy.

Ai Tutu, her face flushed and her body limp, leaned against Fu Ye's chest. Although she had only been in the office for three minutes, she was already completely captivated.

(End of this chapter)