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Of course, what they thought was secret spying was, in Yang Sheng's investigative methods and senses, mostly no different from open robbery. Through the [Eye of Truth], drones and other means, Yang Sheng also saw that a large number of military and police began to appear on the streets a few kilometers away, including underground subway passages, blocking roads and building simple defensive fortifications and firepower points.

Obviously, plans have been made to resist the disaster and prevent its expansion.

Others might be worried or dissatisfied, thinking that these people have bad intentions, but he is very satisfied with the Lord and Parliament of Dusk Star City. This is the performance of caring about the interests of the ordinary people, or at least a better politician.

To use a popular internet phrase, "The Lord Mayor and the Council of Duskstar City are all nice people and easy to get along with."

As Yang Sheng's strength increased and he went further and further on the path to transcendence, he could already visualize the images fed back to him by the [Eye of Truth] directly in his mind, rather than viewing them through a "mobile phone".

……

In front of a pedestrian street, in the dim night, Yang Sheng and Huo Ba Xinta got out of the car and walked.

Because the hint given by the Earth Mother's barrier this time was "equipment maintenance", all equipment in the entire range was turned off, even the street lights.

The iron gates were also lowered at the subway station entrance.

Yang Sheng was half a body length behind Hoba Xinta, with a layer of black mist lingering around his body. His figure and face could not be seen clearly, only his general shape could be seen.

In the game, this is a skin with black fog special effects. In this world, others speculate that it might be some rare bloodline or ability.

Yang Sheng's attention has actually always been focused on an area within a one-kilometer radius, and he is on high alert for suspected long-range sniper units, which is currently the most likely attack method to cause harm to him.

In fact, under face-to-face conditions, he would have a high probability of reacting to and dodging the high-speed projectiles, but he was a cautious man after all, so he expanded his alert range to about one kilometer and was ready to run away at any time.

He can come to this world, so... who knows who else is here?

No, maybe no one knows.

"Are you really that confident? We agreed in advance that if there is a monster that I can't deal with, I will give priority to retreating..."

Although Yang Sheng said he wanted to escape, his tone gave people... at least a feeling of stability.

"I don't know if these monsters were like this before. At least in the past 120 years, they may have learned to use muskets and cannons, but their stupid and disgusting habits have never changed."

Hoba Xinta carried the cloud-patterned samurai sword on his back and walked with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. To outsiders, he was the one in charge of the two.

"I think you are still too... well, it's natural. Since I can come here, the beings from other higher worlds can naturally come here... but they are more likely to have no interest in this world..."

Yang Sheng originally wanted to say that the targeted arrangement of the space-time channel seemed to target visitors from other worlds, but when he thought of the monsters from other planets in this plane,

The devil creatures also came to the earth through the space-time channel, and it is not certain that this is specifically aimed at visitors from other worlds. Moreover, with his methods, he can easily avoid the flagella and cavity structures that seem to be defense mechanisms, not to mention the travelers from more advanced magic worlds. They should have more means (although not necessarily).

As the two talked, they came to an important facility in the commercial district - the baseball stadium.

"Boss, there are actually a lot of eyes and ears watching us around, right?"

Entering the sports facility and walking in the dark corridor, Hoba Xinta asked.

"Yes, that's right. There are many people and monsters, including some ordinary people. I don't know how they are immune to the effect of this barrier. This barrier is more explainable from a scientific perspective. The barrier effect will not be invalidated just because they recognize this barrier... Wait, they have something like earplugs in their ears. Is it also immune to the effect of the barrier through scientific means?"

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The two men first went to the distribution room and turned on the high-power lighting on the site. Judging from the noise coming from outside, the lamps had been started.

“Boss, can you even see into the ears of people so far away?”

"Uh, sure." Yang Sheng nodded.

“Will I be able to do that in the future?”

Yang Sheng thought about it, [Eagle Eye Technique] is not a very advanced skill, but it can't tell if there are earphones in the ear holes of a person hiding in the dark within a range of 100 meters.

"I'm afraid it depends on your own career plan... Extraordinary career plan. Farsightedness is not a difficult ability and it is easy to learn. But if you want to specialize in it, you need to plan some extraordinary resources on it."

"Oh," Hoba Xinta seemed to understand what he heard.

The two men followed the passage to the edge of the stadium. On the flagpole on one side of the stadium, Hobbiton raised a flag that was sewn together with the tanned skin of demons and devils.

Deathmatch flag.

When they saw this flag, all the observers in the dark, no matter which camp they belonged to or whether they were neutral, were all stunned. After a moment, when they reacted, regardless of their identities and hidden status, they all burst out in unison:

“Blank!!!”

Yang Sheng was somewhat surprised by their reactions, and then he discovered that these people and monsters, except for a few ordinary people and ordinary people organizations that might not be familiar with this custom, suddenly all gave up their respective positions and latent states, and rushed towards the arena.

As the news spread, a large number of "Shamatte" (Shamatte) appeared from various hidden areas in the commercial district... er, no, they were biker gangs similar to the bosozoku, driving their own modified motorcycles or four-wheeled vehicles similar to those in Max's Fury, decorated with spikes, chains, or skulls, and they came towards the stadium with open arms and screams.

"Is it similar to the effect of group ridicule? Or the effect of the orc honor duel "Makgora"? Why are those treasure owners and club members so excited? "

A few individuals who were close or strong had already appeared on the surrounding stands, found a place to sit down, and looked like they were there to watch the show.

Yang Sheng: “…”

He looked speechlessly at the ghost skin flag on the top of the flagpole, which looked crudely made and had no special effects. Hmm... or maybe its only special effect was this conventional effect?

And through his super senses and the noises detected through his magic skills, he could hear some people who seemed to be high-level members of the Earth Mother Club, either through the radio or in telephone booths on the ground... in various ways notifying the outside world, mainly the military and police on the road, to lower their guard. In addition to identifying ordinary people, those who looked like violent gangs, or any "humans" who looked wrong, if they wanted to enter this commercial area, should be allowed in and not blocked. The only thing to do was to keep the roads clear and safe.

These people spoke very loudly, without disguising themselves at all, and they all seemed to be in a hurry, fearing that they would be late and miss something... He turned his head to look at Hoba Xinta, and felt that what they didn't want to miss was the satisfying scene of the idiot being torn into pieces by the monster.

Because from the other side's point of view, Hobart Xinta's application for the "Mother Earth Barrier" to cover this commercial district really made the situation tense for a time, and if things went wrong, it might lead to a city-wide war with unpredictable consequences.

As more and more people from various forces and camps entered the arena, the arena became gradually more lively and noisy.

The humans were fine. Apart from asking each other questions like "Who of you knows that white-haired idiot?" and "How the hell does he have the authority to apply for a barrier on his own?", the atmosphere was harmonious and friendly.

There was a chorus of insults from the demons and ghosts. The ghosts with not so smart brains could only say some meaningless greetings with no emotion or intensity like "You're dead" and "I'm going to eat you". Some of the smarter ones who had mastered the essence of swear words and foul language had already started to systematically express their strong desire for mating and eating (meow) starting from Hobart's ancestors for eight generations and the entire family tree.

Hoba Xinta's response was straightforward. He made all kinds of provocative expressions and gestures, which were full of provocation without any skill or emotion. He taunted a few simple-minded ghosts, who revealed their true forms and jumped into the venue, where he chopped them into pieces with his cloud-patterned samurai sword.

Anyway, there were cheers and applause from the human side, and boos and rising anger from the alien ghost side. A few monsters who didn't know whether to live or die showed their true colors.

Go through the barbed wire fence (there is a circle of higher barbed wire around the baseball field) to deliver the food.

He was hacked to death by Hobart Xinta as usual, and then he continued to ruthlessly provoke and mock the ghosts.

Even the humans couldn't help but say, "Fuck, this guy is so arrogant, he really doesn't know how to write the word death!?"

"They've already put up a death battle flag, and it's made of the skins of at least a hundred demons. This guy didn't want to live, did he?"

"Damn, this isn't the same as before where we were just fighting a few small ghost tribes or monster strongholds. There must be at least a few thousand ghosts on the other side now."

"Damn, this is the first time I know there are so many monsters in Twilight City"

"And those over there are obviously not nobles, but high-level demons."

"This guy doesn't seem to be a simple person either, and his henchman is even harder to figure out..."

"..."

There were endless screams and discussions all around, and in this situation, the roar of a motorcycle was heard from outside the stadium.

A large group of biker troupes carrying various weapons, even shoulder-fired rocket launchers, emerged arrogantly from the athlete passage on one side of the stadium.

0014

Looking at the mixed convoy of Shamatte, Bozozoku and motorcycle gangs coming around from the halfway point, Yang Sheng felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

They wear spiked collars, spiked wristbands, pierced noses, their hair sticks up like hedgehogs, or wear heavy eyeshadow and exaggerated clothes. The overall feeling is like a ghost or Marilyn Manson.

There are many decorations on the clothes, such as chains (cats) or straps or ribbons with words like "ghost", "extremely evil", "domineering" etc.... But at least most of these guys are ghosts, and in a sense the word "extremely evil" is also very appropriate, so there is less exaggeration.

The convoy first passed by the flagpole, and everyone... or all the ghosts looked up and looked carefully at the "Death Fight Flag". Then, not far from Yang Sheng and Huo Ba Xinta, several men wearing black leather vests, turbans, and with colorful tattoos on their arms, who looked extremely tall and strong, walked up to the two of them.

The noisy shouting and noise around suddenly quieted down, and everyone's attention was focused here.

They kicked the corpses on the ground away without caring at all that they were the corpses of their own kind.

"Boy, you are very brave. It has been a long time since a human dared to challenge us so openly..."

A dark-skinned man standing in the center spoke in a muffled voice, but was immediately interrupted rudely by Hobart Xinta.

"So much nonsense, are you still going to fight?"

Hobart Xinta twisted his neck unnaturally, interpreting the word "provocative" to the extreme.

Several tall and strong men with human appearance were stunned, and then their faces were full of anger, but it seemed that there was a strict hierarchy among them, and they were not like the Yakuza in District 11 who shouted "Kola, Kounongya Lao (you bastard)" with more performance elements, and their younger brothers did not stand up and take over the job.

The darker and sturdier man grinned grimly - he was the only one who had the right to speak, so Yang Sheng could easily find out the leaders of these... monsters. However, before he could even start, he was interrupted by Hoba Xinta again.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know you want to tear me into pieces, but are you going to fight or not? Are you all just a bunch of scumbags who are here to die, or are you monsters and goblins who haven't learned anything else but have learned the essence of being a weakling?"

Yang Sheng found this operation quite familiar - pull you to the same level as him, and then use his rich experience to defeat you.

There were many things involving local customs or common sense that Yang Sheng had not yet figured out, such as why these alien monsters had to accept ridicule once the "Death Battle Flag" was hung up, but he still understood Hobart Xinta's strategy.

The dark and sturdy man was indeed completely enraged. He made a "chao" sound and swung his fist at me.

With a "clang" sound, Hoba Xinta half-pulled out his cloud-patterned samurai sword and blocked it with the blade.

"That's right. Stop talking nonsense. We are not here to play house. But there are too many of you. Even if you just stand there and let me chop you down, it will take several days..."

The two men started fighting with clanging sounds. While fighting, Hoba Xinta began to use his rich experience to "defeat" the strong man from the ghost tribe.

Let me say here that although both the man and the ghost have loud voices, their voices are still a little soft compared to this huge competition venue. If Yang Sheng hadn't used some kind of magic to make their conversation clearly audible to everyone present, a scene of "Ah, what on earth are they talking about?" would probably have occurred.

Yang Sheng saw that the other strong men of the ghost tribe did not join the fight, but instead retreated, making it clear that they wanted their boss to fight Hoba Xinta alone. The other ghost tribe or other tribe members in the team had no intention of taking out weapons. The lighting on the field was bright enough and there was no need to shine the car lights over. They were all standing by to watch the scene.

He thought about it and took a few steps back.

"Are you scared now...?"

"I'm afraid of you, you big-headed ghost. If you are not afraid of the punishment from Mother Earth, then fight with me until dawn."

In the scene, neither Huoba Xinta nor the ghost clan strongman used their full strength. The former was still using words to PUA the latter, but it seemed that what he said really made the latter afraid. The ghost clan strongman was silent while dealing with him.

After a while, he asked:

"What do you want?"

"Pick out the ten or a hundred strongest men from you and fight me... the two of us. As long as the battle is over before dawn, it will be fine. If we lose, we will have our lives at your disposal. If you lose, the rest of you will have to get out of this territory..."

As he spoke, Huoba Xinta blocked the sturdy man's punch with the blade of his knife, turned around and kicked back. The sturdy ghost man groaned, and in exchange for injury, he also kicked out fiercely before flying out diagonally. The two men collided in two directions, one in front and the other behind.

Huoba Xinta did two somersaults backwards, then switched his legs for more than ten meters, releasing the force and standing firmly.

The sturdy ghost rolled on the ground, blowing off several pieces of soil and grabbing the ground with one hand. He continued to slide for a few meters, stabilized his body, and stood up.

The two sides looked at each other from a distance. The ghost clan strong man looked at him deeply, then looked at Yang Sheng a few times and said:

"It's arrogant enough. I like it. Good!"

"That `s a deal……"

Before he could finish, Huoba Xinta interrupted him again: "But wait, are your words effective? Don't let a few more rotten fish and shrimp come up, or you monsters will turn against you and deny your words later?"

"You, you Tamaki..."

After being interrupted several times in succession, coupled with the provocation of the venom and acid water sprayed by Hoba Xinta, the ghost man became furious. He howled wildly to the sky, emitting a shrill real ghost cry. His body suddenly grew half a meter tall, and the clothes on his upper body burst with a sizzling sound. Sharp and long bone spurs and horns grew on his head, back, shoulders, and arms at an extremely fast speed.

“You bastard, stop it right there! I am the Ghost King Jin Li!! Stop interrupting me again and again!!! What I say is what it is!!! I am saying now that if I die, all the demons and ghosts will leave this area!!! Who is in favor!!! Who is against!!!”

There was no need for Yang Sheng to amplify his voice this time. On a midsummer night, the Ghost King Jin Li's mouth and nose spewed out a white vapor column like that in winter. Using his vocal cords and lung capacity alone, one could seem to see the ripples spreading in the air, vibrating the sound to the point where it could cover the entire baseball field.

Looking at his appearance again, apart from the general features such as a head, two hands and two feet, he no longer looks like a human. His brow bones are protruding and his brows are tightly furrowed as if he has a deep hatred. His eyes are as big as copper bells, with large whites and small pupils. The color of his skin is dark with a hint of red, and it seems to emit high temperature, and the air he touches is slightly distorted.

The mouth could no longer be closed, and a pair of canine teeth, curved to the side, protruded from the lips, with a line of saliva at the corner of the mouth.

In addition, the chest and arm hair are extremely luxuriant.

"Although Transfiguration has the same transformation effect, this is an ordinary world without magic. This kind of deformation from the bone to the flesh can only conform to the physical or biological level of change...Super-fast bone and flesh regeneration?"

"……interesting……"

Yang Sheng, who was not far away, was not frightened at all. Instead, he crossed his arms and thought about it with interest.

Hobart Xinta was not frightened, but he said "Wow", shrugged, sheathed his knife and stood still, looking around.

The Ghost King Jin Li was stunned for a moment, but he immediately understood and looked towards the surrounding audience seats with unfriendly eyes.

In this situation, a sinister and slick voice soon sounded:

"Yiwutabaku represents the demon clan and agrees that if the demon clan's ghost king and the selected ghost clan warriors fail and die in battle, all demon clan members will withdraw from this area."

The sound is not loud and can be heard by most people in a relatively quiet environment.

While others were still looking around for the person who had spoken, Yang Sheng's eyes were fixed on a hunched figure that looked like an old man in the distant stands.

"Demons? High-level demons, individuals with high intelligence that came out of the demon ecosystem underground... From his tone, there are quite a few of these highly intelligent individuals?"

At this time, his super senses caught the whispered discussions of some people he had previously labeled as members of the management of the "Mother Earth Club":