American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

As for whether his opponent would resort to any desperate tactics, he was well-prepared, taking a lenient approach and laying down his most powerful trump card...

After all, his purpose was not just to subdue demons and monsters!

The young man's gaze fell upon the tall, magnificent tent, his eyes gleaming with barely concealed excitement.

Hehe, today I'll teach you a powerful mantra that will shake the heavens and all realms for free:

This treasure is destined for me!

Chapter 316 [The Circus's Ultimate Performance] 1

The clown, who was struggling against the golden net, suddenly trembled slightly. A sudden chill ran through him. The enemy's strange and subtle expression made him feel like a mouse being watched by an owl, or a sardine being targeted by a seagull. This made him suspicious and almost thought he was cursed by some strange magic.

However, if the Joker had extensive experience living in federal cities, he would probably provide a more accurate description:

—It was clearly the image of simple, honest Black men stepping into the store, looking at the dazzling array of goods on the shelves, ready to embark on a pleasant zero-dollar shopping spree.

It looked around and saw that the undead warrior was really powerful. In a short time, the two-headed python as thick as a bucket was disemboweled, and the four-armed brown bear, which was like a mountain of flesh, was decapitated. Almost all the mutated monsters that had been collected with great effort were killed or wounded. The monster legion, which was enough to destroy a small modern army, could not even delay the enemy's actions in the slightest.

The loss of these cannon fodder was one thing, but the loss of its capable subordinates was what truly pained it. Without them as the "pillars" of the circus to provide a source of inspiration, let alone reaching higher realms, it probably wouldn't even be able to suppress the guy under the "tent"!

"Roar!" The alloy circular saw, spinning and hurtling, sparked as it rubbed against his palm. With a casual slap, he tore off the [Props Master's] arm at the elbow. Screws and gears of all sizes, mixed with machine oil, scattered everywhere. With another casual wave, as if swatting away flies, he blasted the iron-boned gray werewolf into a bloody pulp.

"I can't keep going like this..." Looking at that fierce and imposing figure, who was killing everyone in his path, the clown's bright yellow eyes were bloodshot. In an instant, he made a decision. Now was not the time to be sentimental. If he hesitated any longer, he would lose himself.

It opened its mouth, smeared with scarlet paint, and sucked on its right thumb. Its cheeks bulged out as if it were blowing air. In the blink of an eye, its body suddenly expanded more than ten times in size. Its eyes, ears, nose, mouth, hands, and feet flattened and collapsed, turning into a round ball. It was seven parts comical and ridiculous, mixed with three parts eerie.

The "human ball" expanded rapidly. Beneath its seemingly soft exterior lay a hidden evil force. The demon-binding golden net formed by the talisman, which was as tough as steel to seal demons and eliminate ghosts, was also broken through in one fell swoop, helplessly scattering into specks of spiritual light.

"Let us die together!" The venomous and resentful thoughts surged like waves, accurately conveying the Joker's intentions to the minds of everyone on the battlefield.

Just as Zhu Mingyao was raising his flying sword high, preparing to deliver a ruthless blow to his opponent, he was jolted and flew backward like lightning, leaving a trail of afterimages with a "whoosh".

The Federation has bad feng shui, and the underworld brothers in the monster world always like to go to extremes. They all seem to have become believers in the pacifist religion, and they often play the game of self-destruction. Very few of them are willing to obediently confess their crimes and submit to the law.

He'd seen this kind of routine operation more than once, and it'd almost given him a psychological scar. It's like being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of a rope for ten years.

However, this time, his alertness seemed to have found a place to shine.

The clown's eyes reflected the rapidly retreating figure of his formidable enemy, a subtle glint of light flashing within them, before he suddenly pulled his thumb out of his mouth.

"Pop! Splat—!"

Like a bursting hydrogen balloon with a crack at the top, a dim, terrifying light, like a surging current, shot out from its mouth. Its round body rapidly shrank, propelled wildly through the air by the powerful reaction force...

No! It wasn't flying around randomly! The trajectory drew a shallow arc, clearly heading towards the large doorway of the ornate tent!

Damn it, it was just a feint!

Zhu Mingyao was suddenly startled, but it was too late to stop them. He could only watch helplessly as the enemy smashed open the colorful silk curtain hanging below the tent door and disappeared into the endless darkness.

At the same time, the few remaining official members of the circus suddenly froze, a twisted evil talisman on their foreheads emitting a bright light, and their grotesque faces all showed expressions of extreme terror.

"The circus's ultimate show begins! The time has come for you to serve me faithfully!"

The clown's shrill voice was like a cold wind, and the monsters, with lightning speed, blurred into indistinct shadows, falling into the tent entrance like shooting stars before Zhu Mingyao's intercepting spell could arrive.

When his attack failed, Zhu Mingyao reacted quickly. He activated his magic, and the crimson and yellow evil energy and the five-colored yin winds converged into a long dragon. The Yaksha Ghost General led the yin soldiers into the air, ready to follow closely and pursue them relentlessly, giving the enemy no chance to catch their breath!

However, the next moment, transparent ripples flashed one after another, and many of the summoned creatures fell back down.

The colorful silk curtain that had seemed so light just moments before now loomed before me like a towering, imposing Rocky Mountain range, making it impossible to step out of its way.

"The circus only accepts real audiences; puppets with empty shells are not qualified to watch..." A sinister laugh, filled with extreme resentment, burst from between his teeth.

"Damn human mage, you want my life? You'd better have the guts to come!"

Zhu Mingyao frowned slightly, and, still not believing it, tried several more times. He confirmed that none of his troops, including the ghost general Jiesen, could enter the tent, and even hiding inside the ox-head talisman was not an option.

This is……

His mind raced in an instant, and he formed a few guesses. He put on a cold face and thought, "We've come this far, how can we let our efforts be in vain at the last moment?"

As if casually brushing against the treasure bag, feeling the warm and delicate sensation of a hard object in his palm, he straightened his back a little, parted the thin and smooth silk cloth, and walked in with a calm expression, disappearing behind the curtain.

……

……

It felt like walking through a long tunnel made of thick foam, with an obscure and suffocating feeling enveloping you.

In the solidified, dense darkness, strange phantoms occasionally flashed across my retina. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be broken ancient stone bricks and... cardboard boxes?

Before the astonished Zhu Mingyao could discern the truth, the darkness before him suddenly returned to light, and the environment underwent a complete transformation.

The floor is covered with shiny brown teak planks, and the walls are painted with a warm and pleasant light green paint. Neat shoe cabinets and coat racks are placed peacefully to the side, clearly indicating that this is the entrance hall of a house.

"The first program, [The Mechanical Show], cheer! Jump for joy! Enjoy the show!" The stiff yet enthusiastic opening remarks echoed from the void, and the furnishings in the room trembled almost imperceptibly.

After cautiously closing his eyes and sensing the situation, Zhu Mingyao's lips curled up, and he basically deduced the current situation.

"Some kind of blessed land defense mechanism... no, it's so crude and rudimentary, it should be described as a fragmented demiplane law suppression, forcing the intruder to follow the master's rules and step into the home field environment it set up for a one-on-one duel?"

He slowly stretched out his hand, the silvery-white sword pellet, as white as a longan, spinning on his fingertip. With a faint, cold smile, his spiritual senses locked onto a menacing aura deep within the room.

Do you really think I conquered the world by summoning creatures?

Hurry up, I'm in a rush!

Chapter 317 [The Circus's Ultimate Performance] 2

"You might as well all come at me at once..."

As soon as the playful words fell, the waist-high beige shoe cabinet suddenly sprang open, and several crossbow bolts as thick as chopsticks shot out, their sharp arrowheads flashing with a sinister green light, clearly having been loaded with plenty of "good stuff".

At the same time, the wool carpet in the foyer suddenly became incredibly sticky, as if it had been coated with a layer of super glue. Even with his physical abilities, he couldn't take a step for a moment.

The brilliant silver light rippled out in circles and then dissipated into the air. Zhu Mingyao, who was prepared, flipped his wrist and executed a standard Tai Chi sword move, Three Rings Encircling the Moon, gently knocking down the arrow cluster and incidentally knocking away a small tin bucket that suddenly drooped above his head.

"Whoosh!" The small bucket hit the ground, filling the air with the pungent smell of gasoline, and a scorching flame rose up, casting flickering light on his face.

Zhu Mingyao glanced at the sword light that could only extend three feet from his palm, felt the omnipresent suppressive force, and tried out various supernatural methods.

All his external spells were greatly weakened, causing his plan to transform into a turret mage and unleash the Five Fireballs spell to quickly push forward to be aborted. His blessing spells were only slightly better; the golden armor and Taoist robes conjured by the Spirit Official's Golden Seal and the Dingjia Great Incantation appeared and disappeared intermittently, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The vast Yellow Court True Qi within the Three Primal Palaces of the body still circulates normally, but it can only float three inches above the body surface at most, serving as a protective aura. It disappears without a trace when one is far away.

Only when one's superhuman physique is perfected through both internal and external cultivation can one unleash its full potential.

In this situation, if it were only one side that was restricted, of course one could simply pack up and move on to the first place. But sensing that the lurking enemy was in the same situation, Zhu Mingyao figured it would just require a bit more effort.

"Let me guess, is the so-called ultimate performance just sending you all to your deaths one by one?"

Having confirmed that there were no other ambushes, he no longer hesitated. He condensed his sword energy into a blade of light, unleashing the force from his feet, easily shattering the carpet.

Having his "rules of the game" revealed through a half-guessing, half-mistaken explanation, a low, guilty, and resentful growl came from deep within the house. In an instant, gears turned, springs snapped, powerful darts sprang from drawers, sharp steel wires flung from the gaps, and flames transformed into snakes, while acidic mists billowed...

The entire house seemed like a monster that had awakened, unleashing a barrage of all sorts of chaotic traps and mechanisms!

……

……

The blurry scene resembled a sand table, with a gloomy and old-fashioned theater, a noisy arcade, a mirror maze with shifting and changing lights... Various buildings of different shapes were scattered around, surrounding a tent with colorful flags fluttering in the center.

A small, golden-blue figure moved swiftly through the crowd, entering a small square where various musical instruments floated in mid-air. Behind him, a quiet and luxurious mansion was slowly collapsing.

They arrived so quickly...

His pale face convulsed slightly, and his pointed leather boots stomped heavily.

On the tall, flat, circular stage, a scarlet carpet with gold accents and glossy black wooden planks rapidly spiraled and sank, from which a small house made of a large mass of brown and yellow cardboard boxes slowly rose.

As if sensing that the enemy who imprisoned them was about to face great calamity, the surface of the pile of cardboard boxes surged with a strange, yellowish-brown light and trembled violently.

"My esteemed commander, I am your most loyal subordinate. Please, do not abandon me..."

As his colleagues flew into the virtual sand table one after another, setting up "barriers" and risking their lives to block the enemy, the black man in the brown coat looked terrified and begged his leader to show mercy.

However, his pleas received no mercy. The white glove waved impatiently, and the man, too, was involuntarily transformed into a hazy, colorful light, cast into the sand table model, leaving only a lingering, resentful, and desperate curse:

"You damned bastard! Don't even think about escaping alone, we'll be waiting for you in hell..."

Ignoring his subordinates' dying curses, the clown parted his lips, his long, dark red tongue grinding against his shark-like, fine teeth, his tone revealing a faint resolve.

"Run away? You're wrong! My hard work isn't so easily destroyed... Let's see if that guy's willing to risk his life!"

Amidst the cold words, it lowered its body and opened its arms, as if to offer a loving embrace to its lover, before leaping towards the cardboard box.

Illuminated by the floating colored lights inside the tent, its shadow wriggled, twisted, stretched, and expanded, becoming increasingly bizarre and indescribable...

……

……

Centipede-like monsters composed of human bodies suddenly stiffened. On their pale bodies, a straight line as thin as a hair gradually appeared. Thick blood and pus hissed out under the pressure inside their bodies, and then they shattered with a bang, with broken limbs and internal organs spraying into the air, leaving unsightly stains on the white walls.

A figure, looking somewhat disheveled, leaped far away. The silver-white sword light and golden whip shadow danced impenetrably, and the surging wind blocked the stench of filth.

He pierced the heart of the bald, obese man in a white coat with a single sword thrust. The medical laboratory, filled with the smell of disinfectant, shook violently and silently crumbled into ashes.

"Slay Martin, the team doctor of the [Terror Circus]..."

"Ptooey!" Zhu Mingyao first pinched his nose and carefully checked his left and right sides to make sure that there was no excrement or anything like that stuck on him, before he hurriedly scanned the information flowing through his mind.

This freakish fat man was incredibly strong, but his disgusting nature far surpassed that of the previous enemies combined. He was caught in a dilemma, unable to decide whether to fight or not, which took a considerable amount of effort.

Gazing at the colorful tents surrounded by various buildings in the distance, which looked exactly like the outside world except for a scaled-down version, Zhu Mingyao spat angrily.

"This is so annoying. I'm not some bronze-level hero who loves playing level-based games..."

After the initial battles, he had roughly figured out the "game mechanics" or defensive rules of this space.

That tent was clearly the core of the treasure in the cave. As long as I could capture and seize it, my long journey of slaying demons and monsters (killing and stealing treasure) would come to a perfect end, and I could go home and celebrate with champagne.

However, all of this is predicated on first defeating the areas guarded by the circus monsters one by one before being able to advance into the central palace. With high-powered AOE skills restricted, this is an incredibly troublesome task.

Zhu Mingyao looked around. Most of the various auxiliary buildings where the demons had lived had been reduced to ruins. He swung his sword staff to cheer himself up and choose his next target.

However, at that moment, a blinding light shone, attracting his attention. He saw the small tent suddenly swell and shake, with two different colors, dim yellow and brown, hovering on it, advancing and retreating, rising and falling as if they were fighting each other desperately. A deep and ominous aura slowly and steadily rose.

This is a desperate struggle...

Although he didn't know the target's specific methods, Zhu Mingyao quickly became more vigilant and sped up his movements, flying towards a dark and dilapidated theater standing on a small island in an artificial lake.