American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

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Clusters of swirling air, some bright and some dark, drifted aimlessly in the sky, reflecting the boundless chaos like the cosmos.

Below, red, yellow, and blue fabrics are sewn together to form a huge, extravagant tent. Cartoon animal cutouts adorning the surface are dancing to cheerful melodies, accompanied by all sorts of balloons, and popcorn and candy machines that emit a sweet aroma even when unattended. This dreamlike scene is simply a paradise for children.

In stark contrast to the cheerful atmosphere, a fierce battle was unfolding in front of the tent amidst surging air and howling winds!

"Sally, no—!" Blood tears streamed from the eyes of the ogre Saxon, his face contorted in agony as he howled. His fine hunting attire was torn to shreds, revealing his firm, bulging, bluish-gray skin.

His jawbone was deformed and protruded forward, with messy fangs peeking out. Even though he had activated his bloodline talent, he was still being overwhelmed by the enemy in front of him.

Saxon felt incredibly frustrated. His opponent possessed both a powerful physique capable of devouring flesh and blood to recover from damage and an innate spell-like ability, which was even superior to his own, effectively suppressing him.

This outcome was expected, after all, he only has one head, while the "relative" on the other side has two!

Her cousin and lover's familiar, beautiful red lips parted and closed, unleashing a bloodthirsty, accelerated, and power-enhancing spell.

The head of another family expert standing next to him gaped open in a frenzy, filled with terror and awe, as various negative spells attacked.

The two worked together effectively, one attacking and the other defending, forcing the former clan chief into a perilous situation, forcing him to repeatedly cry for help.

But in the current situation, no one has time to worry about it.

A giant man clad in bronze armor and wearing a demon mask delivers brutal blows, relentlessly smashing a cowboy dressed as a "strongman" wielding a steel knife;

Five-colored light condensed into five ancient ghostly soldiers, who surrounded the equally ethereal Lady Puppet Master and mercilessly attacked her.

Rectangular pieces of yellow paper painted with crimson runes fluttered down, transforming into a large number of bizarre birds and beasts, which clashed with the mutated monsters captured by the [Circus], creating a chaotic scene!

Chapter 314 Chaotic Battle 1

A massive iron ring, wreathed in crimson flames, spun rapidly on the ground. A deformed lion the size of a bull and a mutated crocodile the size of a pickup truck leaped through it one after another, their bodies engulfed in raging flames that could melt metal and iron. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into bizarre beings that were half-biological and half-elemental, and together with ribbons of silk resembling venomous snakes, they viciously slashed at the young figure with black hair and black eyes.

"Damn it—damn it!"

Beneath his pale, oil-painted skin, endless rage manifested as inexplicable fine lines, undulating like earthworms, making the clown leader's face appear ghostly and eerie.

It felt that if it were an ordinary human, it would have been so angry that its head would have exploded and it would have died by now.

When it first saw that the enemy had only broken in alone, it secretly mocked his foolishness. Even though they had briefly fought before and the clown knew that the enemy was very strong, it didn't take him seriously.

Although the circus has not yet fully become the demiplane it controls, it has already taken shape to a degree of 70-80%. With a group of members, each with unique abilities, even a medium-sized supernatural organization would be defeated if it launched a full-scale attack. A mere human is no match for a pack of wolves, no matter how you look at it.

With a combat strength ratio of one to more than ten, the advantage is in my hands!

But who would have thought that this unassuming young man actually had the ability to form an army all by himself! The group of helpers he summoned were all highly skilled, and not only did they not fall into the predicament of being besieged, but they even seemed to have the upper hand.

"Clang!" A silvery-white light flew like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a clear sword sound, and cleaved down, cutting through more than a dozen tough, steel-like ribbons, startling the clown from his resentment.

Its form shifted, and with a soft thud, it transformed into a large clump of shredded paper flowers, dodging the incoming sword pellet. It reappeared dozens of meters away, its scarlet mouth splitting open in a terrifying way, and it suddenly raised its head and inhaled sharply!

"call--!"

A sudden gust of wind swept across the battlefield, and a massive amount of air rushed in, engulfing the dirty lace clown costume and lifting it high.

After inhaling, it immediately follows with a spray!

Countless colorful balloons, forming a mighty river, rushed out rapidly, bringing with them a fierce whistling sound. They flew across the sky, scattering and attacking in unison, like a vast swarm of dark, homing missiles, encompassing all the invading enemies.

Amidst the monster carcasses scattered on the ground, Zhu Mingyao moved nimbly, dodging the clown's counterattack. His sword pellet flicked like a serpent, twisting slightly more than ten times in an instant, as if trying to find an opening to forcefully insert itself through the middle and launch a surprise attack.

However, upon contact, a heavy force came, pressing down on the sword light, which was between reality and illusion, and bending it slightly. It was as if it was not some light plastic object, but a huge alloy lead ball, and the impact force of each one was no less than that of an old-fashioned solid cannon!

In addition, distorted faces, some male, some female, some old, some young, appeared on the surface of each balloon, revealing numb and desperate expressions. Smoke-like turbid yellow light emanated from their mouths, noses, and seven orifices, quickly engulfing the silver sword light.

A shadowy figure stalking in the dead of night... the sneer of a bully... the cruel blows of a cold-blooded relative... chains, bullets, knives...

An intense, almost tangible fear, transmitted through the user's mental connection with the artifact, boomed and roared in his mental world, causing his movement to slow abruptly, and hundreds of human-faced balloons took the opportunity to swarm towards him.

Zhu Mingyao immediately frowned and changed his move, gathering a breath of true qi and exhaling it as a hazy, clear mist.

"Sweeping away misfortune, ferrying all beings across the celestial realm. Climbing to the heavens and traversing the seas, as if hiding or concealing oneself. Summoning spirits to their ethereal positions, commanding all directions, thunder and lightning, like the flash of lightning..."

With the blessing of the mantra, brilliant silver light shone brightly, crisscrossing and flowing like a rainbow, weaving a large net that deflected all the incoming "balloon missiles" with its pinpoint strikes, slashes, and sweeps.

Maoshan Dao is not a lineage of sword immortals. Although this set of [Hun Yuan Sword Scripture] is a legitimate Xuanmen sect, it is just a relatively common and mainstream product. However, under the control of the powerful magic power cultivated by his Huangting Immortal Method, the power it displays is not much different from that of a master who specializes in this path. It is a standard example of a powerful brick that flies!

He responded quickly, but the summoned creatures over there lacked intelligence and suffered a slight loss under the large-scale AOE attack.

Two flying dragons, one black and one red, hovered in mid-air, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced repeatedly. Before they knew it, the monster was smashed so hard that its scales flew off its back. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the monster leaped out and rushed right up to Zhu Mingyao.

The monster's appearance resembled a giant centipede, with a body as thick as a bucket, wrinkled and segmented, and numerous long and short limbs extending from both sides to support its enormous body, which was twenty or thirty meters long. Upon closer inspection, it was found to be pieced together from a large number of naked, twisted human bodies, head to tail!

Each segment of the centipede's body is like a human torso, with its hands and feet forming pairs of legs. Its muscles and bones are like clay in a child's hands, forcibly molded into a whole by some unknown external force.

Before the monster even got close, the terrifying stench of blood, excrement, saliva, and bodily fluids assaulted the senses, making it hard to tell which was more horrifying than its nightmarish appearance.

"ban!"

A faint white light swept across, and the air, which was as light as nothing, suddenly solidified, like a transparent and hard glass wall. It crashed into the human centipede, tearing its skin and flesh apart, and splashing turbid and foul-smelling fluids everywhere.

Even though he didn't take the monster's strength seriously, Zhu Mingyao didn't want to risk vomiting his dinner by facing such a biological weapon.

With a flick of his fingers, golden-red flames cascaded down like a waterfall, ready to deliver a final blow and incinerate it completely.

Just then, the monster suddenly trembled and swelled violently. Its deathly white skin bulged high and became translucent, while the swollen, dark red flesh beneath rapidly turned blackish-purple. Then it exploded violently, splattering filthy blood and flesh, carrying a piercingly rotten evil aura, which enveloped the entire battlefield, just like a muddy rain.

Stained by the filthy black blood rain, the Crimson Phoenix instantly lost its wings, the Jade Qilin lost its legs, and all the spirit beasts and celestial birds created by the [Cai Hou Spiritual Illusionary Weapon Technique] were reduced to their original forms on yellow paper, falling to the ground. Several flying dragons transformed by the [Dragon Transformation Spell] also slowed down considerably, like a stuck clock. The suppressed demons and monsters, however, were filled with rising energy, as if they had taken a powerful drug, and began to counterattack, each displaying their unique abilities.

The burly "Hercules" ripped off the remaining fragments of the human skin mask, letting out a silent roar. His deathly gray muscles trembled and twisted, and his already two-meter-tall frame grew even longer. He and his sword, like a silent hill, pounced forward.

With a single, light swing, the bloodstained blade produced a piercing whistling sound, as if it were not a flimsy chef's knife, but a massive hammer and club forged from alloy, demonstrating its immense power—enough to easily tear apart even a car.

Even the simplest physical force, once it reaches a certain limit, can be just as lethal as those fancy magical abilities.

Unfortunately, the enemy we face this time seems to have more authority in the realm of "strength" than we do!

"Clang! Crack!"

Amidst the flying shattered metal blades, a large hand with prominent knuckles emerged, gleaming with a brass-like gleam, and slammed heavily into its chest with an extremely brutal force!

Chapter 315 Chaotic Battle 2

His bulging muscles rose like rocks, resembling undulating mountains, exuding an aura of indestructibility.

Despite its robust physique, which was strong enough to withstand modern firearms, it crumbled before the palm of a human hand, thanks to the influence of evil magic.

"puff!"

Centered on the point of impact, [Strongman] Miles' chest caved in deeply, his already tattered denim overalls silently turned into shreds, his vertebrae dislocated and protruded, and his entire body was thrown off the ground and floating. If it weren't for the fact that he was resurrected as an undead evil corpse and was therefore resilient enough, it would have taken ten or eight cleaners half a day to collect all the pieces of him.

The undead creature's physique is vastly different from that of the living. Despite suffering such a severe injury, it not only did not damage its fundamental nature, but instead aroused the ferocious nature of this demonic corpse. With a shake of its massive arms, it swung its two giant fists, each as big as a volleyball, and slammed them down on the enemy's bronze mask with a strange cry.

Surprisingly, Miles, who was nearly half again as tall as him and was like a Titan, showed no fear and met the attack head-on without dodging or dodging!

The two sides were of vastly different sizes, seemingly indicating a clear difference in strength, yet the outcome of the battle was completely opposite.

"Crack—!"

Amidst the continuous popping sounds like popping beans, it was like a slow-motion scene in a movie:

The ashen skin shattered... the purplish-brown muscle shattered... the bluish-gray bones shattered...

Fingertips shattered... Palms shattered... Forearms shattered...

Miles's arms disappeared at the root, leaving only bare shoulders, and his mountain-like body swayed precariously.

Meat scraps and bone fragments were scattered like dense shrapnel, leaving the surrounding stalls, banners, and posters in a mess.

Use strength to overcome strength, and use power to defeat power!

The large hand, covered in bumpy, fleshy scales, didn't stop for a moment. It transformed from a fist into a claw, like a pair of steel pincers, tightly gripping the helpless enemy. Then, the bronze mask opened its fangs like a living creature and bit into its neck, sucking out a swirl of phosphorescent, bluish-black energy.

No matter how appealing the propaganda, and despite the honorifics like "golden corpse," "silver corpse," and "flying yaksha," these beings created by the Maoshan Soap Pavilion's rituals are still zombies and evil creatures, and their innate ability is to absorb the essence of flesh and blood to replenish their vital energy.

Although Miles is not a living being, he happens to be very similar to the original form of the Yaksha Oni General Jason. After absorbing his corpse energy, he can replenish himself with just a little transformation. Such an opportunity is naturally not to be missed.

Just as he was enjoying his treat, a strange light flashed on the shattered glass window of the snack cart next to him, and several cotton candy machines damaged in the battle suddenly began to spin wildly. Strands of pure white fluff drifted like clouds in the sky, as if a wall of mist had collapsed with a roar, and an overwhelmingly sweet candy aroma wafted through the air, making one feel intoxicated and unable to muster any strength.

Candy fibers may seem soft and harmless, but they are actually deadly. Wherever they pass, debris and monster carcasses on the ground are instantly reduced to dust, as if scraped by thousands of sharp and tough steel wires.

The "clouds" gathered at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed, surrounding the Yaksha demon general at its core. No matter how the demon general tore and kicked, it only trembled lightly, demonstrating a strategy of overcoming strength with softness.

Having successfully carried out his long-planned ambush, the dark-skinned man in a brown overcoat revealed himself, pointing a thick iron hook in place of his right hand. Large swathes of hot, yellow sugar syrup appeared out of thin air, creating a "wave" several meters high, as if he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and completely annihilate the terrifying undead warrior.

However, the next second, an extremely thin and dazzling blue-green lightning bolt tore through the white mist and brownish-yellow turbid flow with earth-shattering force, and slashed straight at the black man!

"Boom!" After a moment of pause, the rolling thunder followed.

A sharp bolt of lightning carved a long, deep mark hundreds of meters long on the ground. The stench of burning protein wafted through the air, and hundreds of tiny ash particles fell to the ground. In the distance, a group of insects with hideous black and yellow patterns and exaggerated mouthparts were fleeing in panic.

The black man's eerie magic originated from his own legendary concepts and was connected to his consciousness. The moment it was broken, he had a premonition and managed to decompose into a swarm of poisonous bees before the impending doom. Even so, he lost nearly a third of his body and was terrified, wanting only to escape and hide.

He wanted to avoid the battle, but others had no obligation to cooperate. A heavy, three-foot-long axe swept across the room, leveling the remaining obstacles in one fell swoop. Indigo lightning crackled on the rough black blade, and the calm air contained a chilling and fierce aura, causing the surrounding air to distort and fluctuate.

The ancient bronze armor with mountain patterns drew out a yellow stream of light. Seeing that the enemy had temporarily fled, the Yaksha Ghost General did not rush to pursue. Instead, he displayed considerable combat wisdom, stirring up the red and yellow corpse demons, which transformed into a gust of yin wind and wolf smoke, and rushed to other battle groups.

Along the way, numerous puppets, mutated monsters, and other creatures were either easily cut down or smashed to pieces, with none posing a threat to them.

"Bang!" Red and white filth flew everywhere, and a thick magic wand made of skulls and bones swung wildly, smashing half of the two-headed demon's head.

With the help of the [Commander's] evil magic, the cannibal chief Saxon had just managed to turn the tide when he saw a strange shadow coming at him in a whirlwind. He hurriedly raised his weapon to parry, but then felt a lightness in his hand. His vision then rolled and spun, and he vaguely saw a headless corpse holding half a bone club slowly fall to the ground. That was the last image that remained in his consciousness.

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"Slay the [Horror Circus] animal show..."

"Slay Miles, the strongman of the [Terror Circus]..."

"Slay Saxon, the captain of the freak show at the [Horror Circus]..."

System notifications kept coming in, but Zhu Mingyao remained calm and composed. He simply shook out pieces of yellow talismans, which transformed into a golden net that tightly bound the enemy leader, preventing it from escaping to support its subordinates.

Such a result was entirely expected.

He wasn't some greenhorn who dared to charge into the enemy's lair alone; he had made thorough preparations. Before coming, he made a special trip to the headquarters of the Hualian Chamber of Commerce to retrieve the Yaksha Ghost General that was temporarily stored there.

After being jointly refined by the four Dragon Elders, the Feathered Serpent Scale Giant Axe obtained from the Skull Island Secret Realm can now be sized as desired and has merged with the Yaksha Ghost General, becoming a natal magic weapon. With the help of this divine weapon, the Ghost General Jiesen's strength has reached a new level, and he is only a step away from the Lord rank.

Apart from the clown leader, all the other monsters and demons in the circus combined might not be a match for him.

The current situation is developing in the direction of the plan. As long as we proceed step by step and steadily, accumulating small victories into a major triumph, we can quickly snowball the situation, and the destruction of these monsters is only a matter of time.