High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 408 Slaughtering All Races, the Venerable One's Divine Might!
The Chosen Battlefield, outside area S-09.

The sky has been completely obscured by various colored energy rays.

In the east, the Protoss's "Sanctuary Fleet" was present, with hundreds of golden floating warships appearing and disappearing in the clouds, their blinding holy light illuminating the earth as if it were daytime.

In the west, the demon army brought billowing black smoke, and giants made of hellfire roared in the smoke, the smell of sulfur masking the original earthy odor.

In the south, the mechanical race's steel torrent is undergoing modular reorganization, with mobile turrets locking onto the seemingly crumbling human stronghold.

In the north, there was a mixed army of Titans, demons, crystals, and countless vassal races.

One hundred and twenty-eight races.

More than 500,000 elite soldiers.

This is a military operation capable of destroying a medium-sized star system.

And they have only one goal:
That lonely human level 2 stronghold, and that man sitting at the entrance drinking tea.

"This is too outrageous... Is it really necessary to deploy a 'star-destroying' force for the sake of a single human?"

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. That human is too strange; we must use overwhelming firepower to eliminate him within the limits of the rules."

"Hmph, I think he's scared out of his wits. He's just sitting there without moving?"

"One minute left on the countdown. In one minute, no tactics needed, fire all your missiles and vaporize him and that stronghold together."

In the live stream, countless people covered their mouths, some even too afraid to look at the screen.

"How can we defend this? This isn't even a war of equal scale!"

"Forty-eight hours... To withstand this kind of firepower for two days and two nights? Even a god couldn't do that!"

"Venerable Qin...run quickly! As long as we're alive, we can always fight another day!"

"There's no escaping it. This is a war mission. Leaving the base means failure, and all of humanity will be wiped out."

on the screen.

Qin Feng slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

He glanced at the system countdown.

[Time elapsed since the start of the first wave of attacks: 00 minutes and 30 seconds.]

Forty-eight hours.

Qin Feng shook his head, seemingly very dissatisfied with the time setting.

“What a waste of time.”

He stood up and patted the hem of his clothes.

"Since the mission requires 'protection,' then as long as we eliminate all sources of attack, we've succeeded in protecting the enemy, right?"

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the countless gods and demons in the sky.

There was no murderous intent in his eyes, only a calm as if he were looking at garbage waiting to be processed.

"Give you a chance."

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but with the blessing of his Primordial Dao Body, it clearly resonated throughout every corner of the surrounding thousand miles.

"Get out now, or you can live."

Deathly silence.

Then came an outburst of laughter.

The leader of the gods, a seraphim with six wings on his back, looked down and sneered: "Arrogant heretics. Turn to ashes under the holy light of our Lord! Attack!"

[Countdown has reached zero.]

The war has begun.

boom! ! !
At the Archangel's command, the world changed color.

The Protoss's main cannon "Judgment Light," the Demon Race's "Hellfire Blast," the Mech Race's "Antimatter Annihilation Bomb"... tens of thousands of destructive attacks converged into a colorful torrent, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, and slammed into the Human Race's stronghold.

This energy intensity was so great that even the spatial structure of the Chosen Battlefield began to groan in despair.

In the live stream, everyone's heart was in their throat.

however.

Qin Feng didn't move an inch.

He simply stomped his foot lightly.

"Rule borrowed: Crimson Flame Copper Vein".

"Gravity ratio: Correction".

"Set value: 100 million times."

Om-!
A yellowish-brown halo emanated from Qin Feng and instantly spread to a radius of ten kilometers around the stronghold.

This is not an ordinary gravity spell.

This is a "pseudo-black hole force field" that Qin Feng created by forcibly overdrawing all the spiritual energy of the Crimson Flame Copper Mine by using the "Cosmic Venerable's" understanding of the Law of Earth.

The next second, the torrent of energy, powerful enough to destroy stars, took a strange turn the moment it entered this ten-kilometer radius.

The light was captured by gravity.

The flames were extinguished by gravity.

The antimatter bomb was directly compressed into elementary particles.

Those attacks that filled the sky were as if they had been forcefully pressed to the ground by an invisible giant hand.

Rumble, rumble——

The earth trembled violently. All the energy attacks smashed into a bottomless crater in the ground, but the human stronghold remained completely unscathed, not even a ripple appeared on its shield.

"what?!"

In the sky, the commanders of all 128 tribes fell silent at the same time.

"What level of defense is this? Even the Titans' 'Absolute Barrier' couldn't withstand this kind of concentrated fire!"

"Reciprocity is reciprocated."

Qin Feng's indifferent voice rang out.

He stretched out his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air towards the giant crater in the ground, which was filled with all sorts of violent energy.

"rise."

He forcefully lifted the ball of mixed energy that had been suppressed and kneaded together by gravity.

This ball of energy contained divine power, hellfire, antimatter... They should have repelled each other and exploded, but under Qin Feng's absolute control, they maintained a terrifying balance.

"Give it back to you."

Qin Feng flicked his finger.

call out--

The energy sphere transformed into a streak of light, not flying towards any particular faction, but towards the very center of the Allied Forces of All Races.

"Detonate."

At that moment, the battlefield of God's Chosen fell silent.

Only light.

Extreme white light.

A mushroom cloud with a diameter of over fifty kilometers rose into the sky.

Tens of thousands of vanguard troops at the epicenter of the explosion were instantly vaporized before they could even scream.

The shockwave swept in all directions, scattering the warships high in the sky like withered leaves in a hurricane.

"..."

"..."

"Am I dreaming? Did Qin Shen just throw that out?"

"He caught the opponent's ultimate attack, twirled it, and then threw it back?"

"This is called: using their own methods against them! And it's a super-duper version!"

"This is impossible! This is not science! This is not magic!"

"What's going on with that gravitational field? The data is overflowing! Is this still a battlefield for those below the Venerable level?"

"Retreat! We can't fight this head-on! This human is a monster!"

One strike, and a third of the field is wiped out.

The once formidable allied forces of all races were now in disarray.

Fear spread like a plague among the coalition forces.

"Don't panic!"

The Archangel of the Protoss forcibly steadied himself, his holy sword burning with fierce flames. "He only used the terrain to his advantage! He can't possibly unleash an attack of that level a second time! Everyone, spread out and engage in close combat!"

"That's right!" roared the demon general. "Humans are physically weak; once they get close, they're doomed!"

The remaining dozen or so top experts exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding.

Since long-range attacks will be countered by using the opponent's strength against them, then we should overwhelm them with absolute martial arts skills and close combat abilities!

Swish swish!
More than a dozen figures tore through the sky, attacking Qin Feng from different angles.

The Archangel's holy sword pierced straight between his brows.

The Titan's warhammer slammed down on its head.

The Shadow Assassin's poisoned blade slashed towards his throat.

This was a deadly trap, blocking all of Qin Feng's escape routes.

Qin Feng remained standing in the same spot.

As he looked at these "strongmen" rushing towards him, the disappointment in his eyes deepened.

"These are the so-called Chosen Ones?"

Too slow. Too weak. Too rough.

In the instant before any attack is about to strike.

Qin Feng made a move.

No, to be precise, it was as if the flow of time around him had changed.

Under the observation of the Eye of the Ruins, these attacks, which seemed as fast as lightning, appeared to him as slow as a snail crawling.

He simply held up two fingers.

Killer move: Yin-Yang Intercepting the Void.

Ding.

A crisp, clear sound of impact.

Qin Feng's two fingers gripped the tip of the Archangel's holy sword.

The holy sword, powerful enough to cut through alloy, remained motionless between his fingers.

“You…” The Archangel’s pupils dilated in shock.

Click.

Qin Feng's fingers twitched slightly. The Holy Sword shattered.

Enveloped by Qin Feng's internal energy, the fragments transformed into countless streams of light, flying backward at ten times the speed they had come from.

puff!puff!puff!
A series of sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh rang out.

The dozen or so top experts who were besieging them froze instantly.

Each person had a fragment of the holy sword stuck between their eyebrows.

The Archangel stared blankly at his chest, which was empty; his heart had been shattered by fragments.

"How could a mortal... possibly... kill a god..."

He fell from the sky, filled with endless resentment.

Like a kite with a broken string.

Qin Feng withdrew his finger and gently blew away non-existent dust.

"god?"

"I have killed more gods than you have ever seen men."

Then, he looked down at the remaining, terrified remnants of the Allied forces in the sky.

"The countdown now has 47 hours and 58 minutes left."

Qin Feng took a step and his figure disappeared from the spot.

"But I'm in a hurry."

What follows is a complete horror movie for all the viewers.

For human viewers, it was a thoroughly enjoyable display of violent aesthetics.

Qin Feng stopped defending.

He charged into the enemy lines.

This is no longer a war, but a one-sided massacre.

Mech faction base.

Qin Feng's figure appeared above the massive mothership.

He placed one hand on the armor plate.

"Modification of physical rules: Metal fatigue."

boom--

The mothership, which was a kilometer long, disintegrated instantly, turning into a sky full of scrap metal.

Dragon Clan Formation.

Several giant dragons were breathing dragon breath.

Qin Feng grabbed the tail of the leading black dragon and used it as a whip.

Sweep through the enemy ranks.

Hundreds of dragon warriors were smashed into a bloody pulp by their own leader's body.

"Too weak. Not even as good as a loach."

The Demon Legion.

The "Aura of Fear" that the demons were so proud of had no effect on Qin Feng.

With every step Qin Feng took, a hundred demon warriors exploded and died.

That was a pure vibration of the body's qi and blood.

To these demons, the sound of his heartbeat was like a death knell.

Qin Feng, the Chosen One of the Human Race, has killed the Titan leader.

[Human Chosen One Qin Feng has slain the core of the Mechanical Race.]

Qin Feng, the Chosen One of the Human Race, annihilated the Shadow Panther Clan.

……

The system's kill notification sounds scrolled wildly like a screen being refreshed.

It was so fast that even the announcer couldn't keep up.

On the battlefield, only a white figure remained, galloping across the battlefield.

He did not use any world-destroying forbidden spells.

Every strike is a basic straight punch, side kick, or hand chop.

However, with the blessing of the "Primordial Limit Dao Body" and the "Universe Venerable Realm", these basic moves have been transformed into the scythe of death.

45th second.

The last alien chosen one—a shapeshifter skilled in stealth—knelt on the ground, trembling.

"No...don't kill me! I surrender! I'll give you all my points!"

Qin Feng stopped in front of him, his clothes still spotless, and his breathing not even a little erratic.

"surrender?"

Qin Feng looked down at him, his eyes indifferent.

"It seems that the 'Accept Surrender' option was not available on the All Races Kill Order just now."

puff.

Qin Feng stomped down.

The shapeshifting beast vanished as specks of light.

The world is quiet.

The smoke of battle has cleared from the battlefield.

The once densely packed army of 500,000 is now reduced to wreckage and equipment scattered across the ground.

Qin Feng stood atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, glancing at the time.

[Mission accomplished.]

[Time taken: 00 hours 00 minutes 58 seconds.]

【击杀数：128/128（神选者），549，000/549，000（随从单位）。】

[Outpost damage rate: 0%]

[Rating: EX Rank (Beyond Myth)]

Qin Feng shrugged.

"It took 10 seconds longer than the allotted time. Looks like I haven't done it in a while and I've gotten rusty."

He waved his hand.

Countless precious lights scattered across the battlefield shot into the sky.

That's the wealth of 128 races.

The sacred crystals of the gods, the high-energy cores of the machine race, the dragon scales of the dragon race, the magic cores of the demon race...

These resources, enough to trigger an interstellar war, were piled up like garbage by Qin Feng in the square of the human stronghold, forming a towering mountain.

[System Settlement:]

Points Reward: The Human race's points surged by 50,000 points, instantly propelling them to the top of the overall leaderboard.

Resource Plunder: Obtain 128 Tribes Resource Packs.

Feedback on the nation's destiny:

[Prosperous Martial Fortune]: The psionic energy concentration across the entire human territory is increased by 100%.

[Awe of All Races]: When facing these 128 races, the human race naturally possesses a "suppressive" effect, granting a +10% bonus to all attributes.

[Technological Breakthrough]: Analyze the remains of the Machine Race to obtain intermediate interstellar warship manufacturing technology.

The real universe.

A deathly silence lasted for a full minute in the Terran Council Hall.

Then, cheers erupted, as if the roof had been blown off.

The lawmakers embraced each other and wept, tears streaming down their faces.

"We won...not only did we win, we crushed them!"

"Number one! We are number one!"

"From this day forward, who dares to say that the human race is a weak race? Who dares?!"

And in other corners of the universe.

The Protoss Temple, the Demon Race Abyss, the Mech Race Data Center...

A scene of utter desolation.

As they looked at the man standing atop the resource-rich mountain, his back to the camera, only one thought remained in their minds:
We must not let him leave the battlefield of God's Chosen alive!
But an even more desperate thought followed:

If they can't even defeat this lineup, who can kill them?
The Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng walked back to the entrance of the stronghold and sat back down in the chair.

He picked up the teacup he had put down earlier.

The tea was still steaming.

The temperature is even just right, not too hot to burn your mouth.

"Hmm, good tea."

Qin Feng took a sip, looking quite content.

At this moment, the hundred newborns inside the stronghold seemed to sense the disappearance of the threat and began to babble.

Qin Feng turned around, and the murderous aura on his face instantly melted away, replaced by a gentle smile.

Did I wake you up?

"It's nothing. I was just cleaning up."

He raised his head and looked at the blood-red list in the sky that symbolized the "Order to Kill All Races".

That list is crumbling and disappearing.

Instead, a new, glittering list has been created.

[Chosen Ones Power Ranking]

No. 1: Qin Feng (Human Race). Evaluation: Incalculable.

Qin Feng's reaction to this ranking was not affected.

He simply closed his eyes again, began circulating his internal energy, and began to digest the insights gained from this battle.

Although his opponent was weak, his use of the "rules" to execute the "gravity well" and "energy reversal" gave him a deeper understanding of the underlying code of this dimension.

"The Venerable Realm is not only an accumulation of power, but also an interpretation of the 'Tao'."

"The Chosen Battlefield... Heh, perhaps this is also the opportunity for me to break through to the late stage of the Venerable Realm."

(End of this chapter)