Chapter 68: The Century Weapon Returns

“You! You madman!” Lu Zhishen roared in fury!
Young master Yang, who had chosen to cease hostilities, suddenly attacked him once more.
Whist! Whist!
A dense web of sword shadows surrounded him; the first few strikes landed on the startled giant, but he quickly recovered, using his left fist to parry the blade’s edge.
“Only 50?”
Lu Zhishen’s eyes flickered with exhilaration as he declared:
“Ha-ha, your temporal sequence is nearly exhausted, right? You’re out of temporal power! Meanwhile, I still have plenty left!”
Suddenly turning the tide from a low point, Elated, Lu Zhishen felt boundless killing intent surging!
This man before him must not be allowed to live!
YangZicang was just a notch below Lu Bu in prowess—he must fall here, or there would be endless troubles ahead!
Boom! Boom! Fiery fist shadows in ghostly shrouds grazed past YangYunzi’s ears; the youth turned into a phantom weaving between the incoming blows.
“What a pity, YangZicang! I’ve nullified the fifty years of innate temporal power within your weapon. Even if you try to outlast me, you can’t. You won’t think of using your lifespan to fight, will you? At-Whistle try unleashing the financial model for trade ?”
YangZicang quickly jumps to the tip of his back foot as he explosively retreats out while barely escaping another blue sapphire cage expanding from his opponent’s wristwatch.
Boom!
The metal floor covered in the greedy-cage instantly changed color – tarnished and con- eroded in an unsightly-looking, frail fashion evocative into decades or centuries.
“Ha. ‘Activate economic method’? They’d will dispatch me without a second lag moment.”
Yang Zicang’s sword rained down like a storm, but each strike could only offset fifty years.
The blue line on the big man’s chest orb flashed with an excited red broken surge.
[Yang Zicang doesn’t have much temporal sequence left. Don’t accept peace—finish him off!]
Upon receiving the message, Lu Bu launched an instant offensive.
In that interval, Yang Zicang raised his hand, and a shadow appeared in his palm.
It spun counterclockwise like a black hole.
[Mo Li wants to… I receive an investment of 2660N!]
[I return 4999N to Mo Li.]
[Mo Li invests 4999N for me.]
Shwoosh! A silver spear shot out of the black hole in an instant!
Yang Zicang grasped the falling spear shaft, his left hand wielding the sword and his right hand the spear; his body twisted like a snake and vanished from his spot in a blink!
“？”
Lu Zhishen felt as if he had only blinked. Before the message he just sent could receive a response, his hair stood on end!
[Invest for me…]
Lu Zhishen instinctively raised his arm to block as he inwardly murmured, cling!
The sword was blocked by the wristwatch, 50N mutually canceling out, but simultaneously a spear bearing a dark red tint thrust in from the other side.
“A Century Weapon?”
The fierce wind carried the breath of death; even as formidable as Lu Zhishen was, he couldn’t defend both sides when facing an opponent of the same rank.
Yang Zicang’s cold gaze flickered in the corner of his eyes, and Lu Zhishen felt his head being twisted aside by a sudden suction force.
[Head, all of my lifespan.]
In his final thought, Lu Zhishen, having experienced countless life-and-death crises, instinctively adjusted his timeline, his body beginning to age.
[Defense Timeline 40083.1130N.]
Bang! The burly man was sent flying by a pole.
…….
Inside the A-level interlaced ground.
The members of the Heroic Group acted the moment they received the intelligence; that was their style.
“The persuasion failed!”
Zhou Heng’s expression turned extremely grim.
A spear made of air waves rapidly closed in.
Zhou Heng said, “Prepare to focus fire, take out their Timeline investor first. According to the intelligence, it should be that man beside Zhou Yu.”
Boom, boom, boom!
Dust filled the sky. Zhou Heng and his team dodged the air wave attacks with rapid body movements, but some were instantly sliced into pieces.
“Damn it, they have too many people.”
“Today is truly…”
As the group retreated while looking for an opportunity, a long-missed model ability feedback suddenly echoed in the mind of the bespectacled man with a pointed chin.
[I, the Mysterious Triangle, predicted that “Yang Zicang would lose his Chrono Weapon of the Century Weapon,” and the prediction result is “Failure.”]
“What? Who would return a Century Weapon to Yang Zicang at such a time?”
[This is the result of failure. I have successfully predicted 32 quadrilateral models and failed 12 times.]
In the explosion, Wei Ke’s body was flung up, but he had no time to feel the pain; his mind was on the model’s feedback.
“How is this possible?!”
[Because this result has been publicly witnessed, I can spend 10N of principal to learn the general process.]
Even in the most critical moments, Wei Ke’s gambling mentality still prevented him from ignoring this failed prediction.
Without hesitation, he chose to use ten additional years of his lifespan.
The simulated vision from the prediction result emerged like a hallucination: a blurry figure resembling Yang Zicang spun a black hole into existence in his hand, and a gun appeared from within the black hole in his grasp!
Wei Ke suddenly understood.
“Is this… that small black hole that sent out the gun back then… not a passage, but a micro-space?”
The fallen Wei Ke saw Tong Wenqi blocking in front of him, the abruptly unleashed attack having ceased once again.
The Xiongying Team had pulled back again.
“They’re not pursuing?”
A relay line from Yan Yi shot over. Zhou Heng, Wei Ke, Tong Wenqi, and the others immediately linked to the sensory image, and their expressions all shifted in shock.
The image showed Lu Zhishen, who had been flung away, shot dead with a single headshot!
The weapon used was precisely the Century Weapon that everyone had been fiercely fighting over these past two days!
Blood didn’t splatter out; instead, it was completely absorbed into the Gravitational Arc Light Black Hole, adding crimson fine lines to the Century Weapon.
“Nice!”
“It’s over.”
“Containment failed… no, they still have a newcomer, stop Yang Zicang from entering the Defender’s location!”
……
Inside the broken large metal pipe at the nest of the rat monsters.
[I offset 39,996N.]
[I gained 1R.]
Yang Zicang kicked Lu Zhishen’s body aside.
Countless people below saw that Yang Zicang had reclaimed his own Century Weapon!
The shared-temporal watch was shattered by a single sword strike.
At that moment, the White Shadow Thought-Dragon, having already witnessed the final outcome, finally retracted its massive jaw, stuffed Ma Chao’s psychic entity into its mouth, flickered, and vanished on the spot.
Carrying Ma Chao’s psychic entity in its mouth, it completed the task of letting Lu Zhishen fight without qualms.
This utterly defeated watch-fiend from the shattered watch let out a furious psychic roar, its intelligence seemingly lacking.
YangZicang, his emotions stirred by the model, was teetering on the verge of rage. He thrust his spear forward, and within just two or three seconds, the Gravitational Arc Light devoured this prematurely-ripened watch-fiend.
Only when it had completely vanished into the black hole did YangZicang, his anger subsiding, feel a slight twinge of regret for his impulsive act.
Yet, he soon deemed it inconsequential, for these outwardly submissive fiends could rebel at any moment, especially one that already held a grudge against him.
“He, YangZicang, just a rookie, actually killed the top combat power of the Heroes’ Unit!”
The crowd erupted in uproar.
“He’s already killed three, so what can he do?!”
“His Chrono Weapon can be recovered from dimensional space!”
“Could it be that us White Model side can finally surpass those Red Model individuals?”
Suddenly, countless delicate red and white threads flickered into being within the space, emerging from the void.
The headquarters and the Heroes’ Unit reached a new balance, both frantically unfolding models to prevent YangZicang from continuing.
“Don’t break the containment, YangZicang!”
“You cannot seal it.”
“Stop here, or the entire city will be destroyed.”
Many people reacted and kept shouting, but Yang Zicang did not accept the proposal.
The leaders of both sides ordered those nearby to stop him, but there was a dozen meters of sloped space between them and the overhead pipe, and no one could leap across.
Some shivered uncontrollably, ignoring all blockades and threats as they began to flee.
The benefits of giving in to the other side had already been explained to him moments ago, yet this madman still chose to press the attack—and on top of that, had killed Lu Zhishen.
“Demon!”
“You will die without even a burial place!”
The frightened and furious crowd cursed at the figure disappearing deep into the passage.
They had not misjudged him after all: Yang Zicang did not even let out a snort of contempt, but picked up his long spear and turned to walk toward the already-broken iron door.
Despair overcame them all. The Defender was no longer anything like Lu Zhishen—it was now under the control of the monster camp, and their own side had no item capable of sealing it. Killing it was the only option.
Yet everyone here combined could not withstand the Defender; it could crush them all with a single finger.
Liang Xi pushed through the crowd, staring blankly at the empty opening high above.
“Wuwu~” A motorcycle pulled up beside Liang Xi. The figure on it lifted her helmet, revealing a serene beauty with smooth, fine skin.
“Sister Ye.” Liang Xi’s voice carried a hint of shyness as he avoided her comic-like face.
“I’ll be off. Come visit the Waste City if you have time—if there’s still time.” The woman twisted the throttle, her waist curving as she pivoted the bike on the spot, then charged diagonally up the wall and out.
Thud. A man kneeling in the passage before Liang Xi tugged at the boy’s pant leg. “I know you. You’re with Yang Zicang, aren’t you? Tell him to stop! The horror of the Defender is beyond what that newcomer can imagine!”
A man with a weathered face, clad in a black cotton hood, stepped up beside the boy.
“Do you trust him?”
“Captain Luo Xin? Hmm, yeah. I believe my big brother will handle it.”
“Then I’ll trust him one more time too.”
Luo Xin drew a sleek black sword from his waist.
The razor-sharp black tip leveled, pointing at the kneeling man’s head.
“You… what do you think you’re doing?” the man on the ground gasped.
“Get up, you piece of shit. And all of you, too.”
Luo Xin swept the sword, gesturing toward the people who had ceased fighting behind him. “If you want to run, now’s your chance to flee for your lives!”
Rumble.
The entire lair shook, and everyone felt as if a wave had hurled them to the ground.
A deafening, bone-rattling roar echoed from the pipes high above, the reverberation resonating through skin and organs, threatening to tear flesh from bone.
“Containment has failed.”
The air churned with raging energy as the crowd looked up in despair.