radicalducati Chapter 109 Being cool needs to be shown to the audience
Chapter 109 Being cool needs to be shown to the audience
Chapter 109 Being cool needs to be shown to the audience
The gate was right in front of him, but Li En stopped in his tracks.
He turned around and faced the frozen intersection.
A deep rumble came from behind the ice wall, followed by cracking sounds as several cracks appeared on the ice surface, spreading rapidly from the center to the edges.
With a bang, the ice wall exploded, and a black motorcycle burst out from the ice shards and cold air. Its front wheel slammed heavily onto the ground, the shock absorber was pushed to the bottom and then bounced back.
The girl riding the bike had short hair, the ends of which just reached her chin, with a few strands of hair blown by the wind sticking to her cheeks.
She was wearing a white top, her hands gripping the handlebars, her right foot on the ground, the motorcycle engine humming softly and steadily beneath her.
Li En stood there, hands in his coat pockets, saying nothing, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.
He watched as the girl got off the motorcycle, bent down, and picked something up from the side rack, hoisting it onto her shoulder.
His gaze lingered on the object for a moment, then he blinked.
His lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh but held it back.
This thing is a rocket launcher.
The girl knelt on one knee, the rocket launcher pressed against her shoulder, and the crosshairs of the scope positioned directly in the center of Li En's chest.
She pulled the trigger, and the rocket shot out of the launch tube, trailing a fiery white tail, hurtling straight toward Li En with a sharp whooshing sound.
Lee En's eyes almost sparkled with light, and the corners of his mouth turned up completely.
The moment the rocket left the barrel, he turned to the side, the warhead grazing the collar of his coat, the scorching air blowing a few tufts of hair from the back of his head forward.
He flipped to the side, leaped lightly, and landed on the rocket's body, his shoes making a creaking sound as they rubbed against the metal casing.
Wuhu! Take off!
Lee En screamed inwardly, but still maintained a cool expression.
He used the rocket as a skateboard, flying it around the entire hall, the white smoke from its tail drawing a crooked circle on the ceiling.
Then he stomped on the tail of the rocket with his right foot, and his body tumbled down.
The rocket was deflected by the stomp and crashed straight into the rune-covered stone wall above the gate.
With a loud bang, a large hole was blasted open, and broken bricks and dust poured out of the hole.
The girl next to the motorcycle watched as Li En landed back on the ground, still carrying the empty rocket launcher in his hand. Her expression changed several times in an instant.
The image finally settled on a look that was hard to define—whether it was confusion or annoyance that the rocket launcher had no effect.
A moment later, she twisted the throttle again, and the motorcycle roared as it charged toward Li En.
The car was going very fast, and the front wheels left two shallow skid marks on the frosty ground.
When she was only about a meter away from Li En, the girl suddenly exerted force with both hands and lifted him and the car up.
The front and rear wheels left the ground simultaneously, and the motorcycle flew over Li En's head, drawing an arc in the air before crashing into the hole in the wall that had just been blasted open.
The taillights flashed once and disappeared into the shadows inside the magic tower.
Li En watched the taillights go out, then strode to the gate and gently pushed it open with his right hand.
The door opened.
This door has no mechanism, no seal; it's just an unlocked door.
He looked down at his palm, then at the door that had been pushed open halfway, put his hands back into his coat pockets, and stepped over the threshold.
The inside and outside of the Magic Tower are two completely different worlds.
The walls are no longer made of bricks and stones, but instead of an unknown material with a dark gray tone and a faint glow constantly flowing across its surface.
He walked up a spiral staircase and soon arrived at a floor where a huge clock was hanging.
The clock face is at least four or five meters in diameter, and the hands have stopped moving, stuck at some long-forgotten point in time.
The gears and springs are exposed in the wall outside the dial, occasionally emitting a very dull click, as if something is still moving along with inertia.
A new demon, Gluttony, has appeared on this floor.
They were much more bulky than the little black and white creatures we had encountered before, with round bellies that drooped downwards and short, thin limbs that looked extremely disproportionate.
Upon seeing Li En enter, they stopped their slow movement, stood still, and began to swell their chests until their entire bodies expanded, then opened their mouths wide.
There were no teeth or tongue in the mouth, only a bottomless black void.
A black curtain of sand shot out from the hole.
Large swathes of sand gushed from their mouths, each grain carrying the kinetic energy of a bullet, moving so fast that they left behind a dense, sharp whistling sound in the air.
The sand also had a fishy, foul smell, like the stale smell of seawater that had been soaked in seawater, dried, and then soaked again.
Li En spread his hands out in front of him.
The Rebellious Greatsword slid from the spatial storage into his palm, and he spun the entire greatsword at high speed in front of him.
The blade transformed into a round, shield-like silver light screen, upon which sand struck, producing a dense crackling sound, and was propelled in all directions by centrifugal force.
The surrounding ground and walls were riddled with tiny holes from the splashed sand, and stone chips flew everywhere.
A moment later, gluttonous breasts began to bulge again.
Li En stopped spinning his hands, the Rebellion Greatsword disappeared from his palms, and ebony and white ivory appeared simultaneously between his fingers.
He pulled the trigger, the muzzle flashes of the two guns alternating, the bullets striking precisely each of the gluttonous, swelling chests.
His chest was pierced by a bullet, and sand flowed out of the hole.
Their bloated bodies quickly shrank, like punctured balloons, collapsing on the ground into a crumpled mass.
Li En continued up the stairs, and at the top of this floor was a red door.
Reaching out and pushing the door open, the room's walls were covered with circular passageways, resembling the entrances to the lair of some giant creature. The inner walls glowed with a dark purple luster, and the air was filled with a strong stench of humus.
He took a few steps forward, stood in the center of the room, and leaned down to look into one of the passageways below.
A rustling sound came from deep within the passage.
There was a dense swarm of cockroaches moving around, their legs scraping against the inner wall, making a sickeningly loud noise.
A giant demonic centipede emerged from the circular passage.
Its length cannot be judged by sight—its body is still buried deep in the passage, and the front half exposed in the room is already several meters long.
Its shell is made up of countless dark purple plates, each with a sharp bone spike extending from each side, and its ventral surface is densely covered with tentacles that swing back and forth.
It has no eyes; in the center of its head is a circular mouth that opens and closes continuously, with several rings of barbs on the inside.
The demonic centipede twisted its body as it snaked out of the passage, hovering in mid-air, and slowly moved toward the entrance of another passage on the opposite side.
Li En leaped up with his right foot and landed on the scales on the centipede's back.
The moment the sole of the shoe made contact with the armor plate, an uncomfortable vibration could be felt coming from the sole of the foot, as if something inside this guy's body was operating at high speed.
He drew his shotgun with his left hand, pressed the barrel against the gaps in the scales on the centipede's back, and began to charge it.
Black lightning surged outwards from the inside of the barrel, crawling along each heat dissipation groove, becoming more and more numerous and denser.
He gripped the Rebellion Greatsword tightly in his right hand and plunged the tip of the blade into the seam between the armor plates.
The blade pierced through the armor and a very thick layer of fibrous tissue beneath, and the tip of the blade encountered a harder structure from the inside.
The demon centipede suddenly raised the front half of its body and squeezed out an extremely sharp screech from its mouthparts, the sound causing the entire room to tremble slightly.
It began to frantically flip its body, trying to shake the person off its back.
But nearly half of the Rebel Greatsword was already embedded in its armor.
Li En gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, using the blade as a fixed anchor point, pressing his entire center of gravity onto the greatsword, his legs slightly bent, and his body adjusting its angle back and forth as the centipede rolled.
Just then, purple lightning began to gather on the countless tentacles on both sides of the centipede's body.
Lightning erupted from the tips of each tentacle, converging in the same direction. Moments later, it coalesced into an ever-expanding purple ball of electricity, slowly pressing down on Li En's position.
Li En remained firmly gripping his greatsword in a fixed posture, his left-hand shotgun already fully charged.
Facing the ever-growing purple ball of electricity, he exerted his strength, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, pulled his body upwards, spun twice in the air, and then slammed his feet onto the centipede's back again.
At the same time, he drew his sword with his right hand—the blade was pulled out of the shell, bringing with it a long, dark green liquid.
He drew his rebellious greatsword and slashed it fiercely in the opposite direction, the blade cutting a huge gash more than three meters long along the surface of the carapace, shattering the armor plates.
Inside, there was a churning of dark green soft tissue and constantly twitching muscle fibers.
He glanced at the purple electric ball that was already close at hand, then flipped his wrist and put the Rebellious Greatsword back into his spatial storage.
He stomped hard on the centipede's back with both feet, and charged forward along its spine toward its head.
The purple ball of electricity behind him followed his trajectory, constantly absorbing the newly emerging arcs of electricity from the tentacles along the way, growing larger and larger.
The moment he reached the base of the centipede's head, he raised his left hand, pressed the fully charged shotgun muzzle directly against the seam of the shell, and pulled the trigger.
A loud bang.
The impact of the charged shot blasted a hole the size of a bucket open at the base of the head.
The demon centipede's body trembled violently several times, and its lower tentacles all went out of control, causing its entire body to fall into the passage below.
At the same time, the purple electric ball had caught up to the spot where he had just been standing.
He stomped his feet on the ground again, performed several aerial flips, and dodged aside from the side of the electric ball's track.
Without making contact with any target, the electric ball struck the falling centipede remains and exploded with a bang.
Purple arcs of electricity and fragments of dark green bodily fluids scattered everywhere, and several circular passages on the wall were blasted apart.
Li En landed and patted the dust and a few pieces of armor off his coat.
Then he reached out and placed his hand on a section of the demon centipede's body, and with a thought, he wanted to put it into his spatial storage.
It failed; the space warehouse cannot store it.
At that moment, the severed end of the demonic centipede exploded, revealing a new head.
Li En flipped his hand down in a slashing motion, and the Rebellious Greatsword appeared, splitting the body in two.
This time, the centipede's body turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Li En turned and walked to the end of the room, where a tightly closed orchid door stood before him.
Beside the door stood a stone pillar, with a groove on top containing the core of some kind of luminous mechanism.
Just as he was about to go forward and see how to operate this thing, a purple aura suddenly appeared behind him.
Smoke seeped from the cracks in the floor, swirled and condensed in the air, and after a moment transformed into a demonic clown hovering in mid-air.
It wore a comical horned hat, its face was painted with exaggerated white paint, and its lips were drawn into bright red crescent shapes.
But that smile was painted on; there was no real expression underneath.
It spreads its arms out, making an extremely exaggerated welcoming gesture, and speaks in the kind of announcer's voice you only hear in a circus.
"Welcome, welcome, please don't launch an attack; you can't break through their defenses."
"The architecture inside the Demon Tower is completely different from the scrap metal outside."
"The walls, floors, and ceilings here—every single one of them was crafted using Wei Lan's grotesque and grotesque artistry, so sturdy that—"
The clown clearly misunderstood Li En, thinking he intended to break down the door using violence.
But when he fought the centipede below, the explosion of the purple ball failed to collapse the wall passage, which made him realize how sturdy the magic tower was.
However, he already knew how to set up the mechanisms here.
Li En had already walked to the stone pillar, reached out and pressed the core of the mechanism, and the door was closed.
The sounds of the mechanism operating and the friction of the sliding door panels rang out simultaneously, clean and crisp, without any unnecessary special effects or locking mechanisms.
The clown's words caught in his throat.
It landed on the ground from mid-air, its hands still in that exaggerated pose.
Then it laughed again, this time a deeper laugh, the paint on its lips squeezing out eight folds, and bowed.
"You are about to enter hell, son of Sparta."
Lee En pulled out the ebony and white ivory, aimed at the clown's feet, and pulled the trigger.
The clown quickly lifted his feet to dodge the bullets. As soon as his left foot landed, his right foot was about to bounce up. The rhythm was so fast that the way his two feet landed alternately looked like he was doing a tap dance.
It kept jumping and talking non-stop.
"Please don't do this—I even left you a gift!"
Li En put away the ebony, gripped the white ivory in one hand, and held the trigger firmly with his index finger.
Bullets rained down on the clown's feet, firing at more than twice the speed of before.
The clown managed a few more jumps before his body suddenly exploded into a cloud of purple smoke and disappeared from the spot, then reappeared in the corner of the roof.
The bullet followed the trajectory of the smoke and struck the edge of the newly formed hem, creating eight sparks.
It tumbled and crawled across the ceiling and squeezed into a small passageway near an exhaust vent.
"You rabid beast, die in hell!"
Its sound gradually faded and disappeared as it entered the room.
Li En did not put away his gun. Holding the white ivory, he walked to the center of the room, where a giant blue demon statue stood before him.
A large stone bowl extends from the base of the statue, and the bowl is now filled with a bright red liquid.
It's open, with a rusty smell and a viscous texture; the liquid surface is swaying slightly.
The two decorative stone heads above the orchid bowl suddenly opened their eyes, and red light shone from their eye sockets.
The outer stone shell cracked, and two birds flapped their wings and detached themselves from the statue.
They spread their wings in the air, each feather looking as if it had been sculpted from solidified liquid, with viscous red droplets dripping from its edges.
They let out hoarse, strange cries and swooped down towards Li En.
Li En raised the white ivory and fired a burst of shots at the two birds.
The barrage of bullets was so dense that a trail of silver streaks appeared in the air, striking the bird's wings, chest, and head, sending feather fragments and congealed liquid flying everywhere.
In just eight seconds, the two flying birds could no longer maintain their flight posture, and their bodies gradually petrified in mid-air, turning into two gray-white stone statues that fell to the ground.
Li En tucked the white ivory back into his waistband, drew the Rebellious Orchid Sword from his hand, and walked to the statues of the two professions.
First, he reached out and touched their bodies, trying to incorporate them into his spatial storage, but he failed.
He casually swung his hand horizontally, unleashing a silver-white blade of light.
The blade entered through the neck of the left-hand statue and exited through the neck of the right-hand statue. Both heads fell to the ground simultaneously, and the bodies shattered into fragments that scattered across the ground.
He stretched out his foot and ran it over the stones. With a gentle touch, the pebbles turned into powder, completely worthless.
He sheathed his knife, stood up straight, and subconsciously twirled the orchid sword eight times at his side before tucking it back into his back.
After finishing the set of finishing moves, he was silent for a moment, his lips twitching downwards, as if he was not satisfied with something.
Then he raised his head and strode quickly toward the top of the magic tower.