novelraw Chapter 175 : Table-Flipping Tactics: Causality Steam Cannon!
Chapter 175 : Table-Flipping Tactics: Causality Steam Cannon!
Chapter 175: Table-Flipping Tactics: Causality Steam Cannon!
The entire venue fell into dead silence.
Whether it was Lei Qianjue, who looked like a mad demon, or Murong Tian, who was like a ten-thousand-year iceberg, both were frozen in place by Chu Feng’s ferocious act of crushing sword intent barehanded.
That had been Murong Tian’s strongest sword after cultivating the Supreme Forgetting of Emotions Record!
Contained within it was pure, cold rule power capable of severing causality itself!
Yet now, this sword of rules had been crushed by Chu Feng as casually as snapping a fragile popsicle.
“Impossible… this is absolutely impossible!”
Lei Qianjue’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He pointed at Chu Feng, his voice becoming shrill from fear,
“You… what kind of demonic art did you use?!”
Chu Feng ignored him and merely lowered his head to look at his own palm.
In that instant, he had forcibly fused the “industrial civilization cognition” he obtained from the Engineer’s Remnant Soul with the “laws of a financial empire” from his previous life.
If Murong Tian’s sword was an attempt to use “logic” to analyze and sever “rules.”
Then Chu Feng’s grasp just now had used a more fundamental, more brutal “system” to directly define the “rules” themselves!
——Within my “market,” the “product” you issued does not possess “circulation value”!
“Looks like the ‘technological barriers’ brought by ‘cross-domain fusion’ worked pretty well.”
Chu Feng flicked his hand as if merely brushing off some dust, then lifted his head. His gaze swept over the two uninvited guests, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
“Since the two of you came uninvited, are you here for ‘business negotiations,’ or are you planning to directly enter the ‘hostile acquisition’ process?”
“Stop spouting heretical nonsense!”
Lei Qianjue was completely enraged by Chu Feng’s calm and casual demeanor. He felt like a clown jumping up and down, all his resentment and fury striking nothing but cotton.
“Today, I’ll let you know what absolute power is!”
He roared, purple lightning erupting violently across his entire body. He transformed into a berserk lightning sphere and slammed toward Chu Feng!
“Boom隆隆—”
Blinding lightning illuminated the entire abandoned factory as bright as day, and a scorched stench filled the air.
“Reckless brute.”
Chu Feng shook his head. With a misstep, his figure slid backward several zhang like a ghost, easily dodging Lei Qianjue’s frontal charge.
His movements were no longer driven purely by spiritual power. At his joints, faint flashes of steam-like light burst forth.
This was the “Spiritual Energy Piston Footwork” he had just learned from the Engineer. Though still crude, it excelled in catching enemies off guard.
“President, be careful!”
Zhang Daniu roared as he tried to rush up to help, but Chu Feng stopped him with a single glance.
“Don’t move. Protect our ‘core assets.’”
Chu Feng’s voice came over, referring to Murong Xue behind him, who was sitting cross-legged and healing her injuries.
“Hahaha! Dodge? I’d like to see how long you can keep dodging!”
After missing his strike, Lei Qianjue became even more frenzied. He formed seals with both hands, and countless thick purple lightning dragons appeared out of thin air, sealing off all of Chu Feng’s escape routes as they roared and tore forward!
At the same time, Murong Tian, who had not moved at all, finally made his move.
He did not display thunderous momentum like Lei Qianjue. He simply, calmly, thrust out a sword.
Still so plain and unadorned, still so cold and precise.
But this time, his sword was no longer a line.
It was a net.
A “logic net” woven from countless subtle sword intents, covering the entire space!
This net ignored Lei Qianjue’s violent lightning dragons and acted directly upon the laws of space.
Chu Feng felt the surrounding space suddenly stagnate, as if clear flowing water had instantly turned into sticky marsh mud.
His “Spiritual Energy Piston Footwork” experienced “latency” and “lag” for the first time.
“Got you.”
Murong Tian’s voice sounded mechanical.
He had already “calculated” all of Chu Feng’s possible evasion paths and used this “logic net” to lock down every one of his “possibilities.”
The berserk lightning dragons and the cold sword net crushed toward Chu Feng simultaneously from two different dimensions!
This was a killing blow!
“President!”
Zhao Wuji and Feng Zhiruo cried out at the same time.
Yet, facing this inevitable death, not only did Chu Feng show no fear, but a strange, almost excited smile appeared on his face.
“Not bad, not bad. ‘Multi-dimensional strikes,’ ‘saturation attacks’… this finally looks a bit like ‘modern warfare.’”
He did not resist at all. Instead, he closed his eyes, as if calculating something.
“One second… two seconds…”
“Alright, the ‘attack cost’ is high enough now.”
He suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of madness flashing within them!
In the next moment, he made a move that no one could have anticipated!
He did not take out any magical treasure, nor did he cast any divine ability. Instead, he reached out with both hands. With his left hand, he pulled out from his storage ring a core of an “Annihilation Soul Crystal Cannon” that was still humming and emitting a destructive aura!
With his right hand, he directly ripped off from the massive “Heaven’s Dao No.1” a “Steam Core” that was still radiating rolling heat, pulsing like a heart!
“What is he trying to do?!”
Feng Zhiruo screamed in shock.
“Oh no! He’s going to self-destruct!”
Lei Qianjue’s expression changed drastically as he instinctively retreated.
Even on Murong Tian’s normally emotionless face, a hint of something called “alarm” appeared for the first time.
He could not “calculate” Chu Feng’s next action!
“Self-destruct? No, no, no. That kind of ‘one-time deal’ is far too unprofitable.”
Chu Feng grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
“I just feel that the ‘rules’ of this ‘game’ are unfavorable to me.”
“So…”
Under everyone’s horrified gaze, he forcibly pressed together the Annihilation Soul Crystal Cannon core, representing “technological cultivation,” and the Steam Core, representing “industrial cultivation”!
“…I choose to flip the table!”
“Buzz—!”
The instant the two entirely different yet equally violent energy systems came into contact, they erupted with an unimaginable repulsive reaction!
An extremely unstable energy sphere composed of countless twisted runes and chaotic gears instantly took shape in Chu Feng’s hands!
Around it, space collapsed, time twisted, and causality fell into chaos!
This was no longer a mere energy weapon.
This was… a Causality Steam Cannon!
“Madman! You’re a complete madman!”
Fear finally appeared in Lei Qianjue’s eyes.
“Goodbye, all you ‘players.’”
Chu Feng’s smile was brilliant and cruel.
He raised the “sun” in his hand that could explode at any moment, but he did not aim it at Lei Qianjue, nor at Murong Tian.
Instead, he aimed it at… a seemingly ordinary, rust-covered support point on the factory’s dome!
“The market has risks. Enter cautiously!”
As the words fell.
A chaotic beam of light mixed with gray and reddish-copper hues, impossible to describe with words, burst forth!
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
The moment the beam struck, the entire world went silent.
That support point was the core “rule anchor” that the Engineer had once set up to stabilize this “semi-plane.”
At this moment, the anchor shattered.
“Ka… crack…”
Sounds like a mirror breaking echoed from every corner of the factory.
The entire secret realm—this “Miracle Factory” created by a previous traverser, this independent “small market”—after losing its only “stabilizer,” began an irreversible… collapse!
Violent spatial turbulence poured in from all directions like a breached flood!
“No—!”
Lei Qianjue’s scream only made it halfway out before he and the lightning dragons around him were swallowed whole by a massive spatial rift, disappearing without a trace.
Murong Tian’s expression changed drastically. He immediately mounted his sword and tried to escape this collapsing world, but the “logic net” he himself had set up became his greatest burden, trapping him firmly in place.
“Chu Feng!!”
He let out a roar filled with extreme icy fury.
“Stop shouting. The market’s ‘closed.’ Come back tomorrow.”
Chu Feng’s voice sounded exceptionally relaxed amidst the chaotic energy storm.
He pulled Murong Xue, who had just stabilized her footing, into his arms, then shouted at Zhang Daniu and Zhao Wuji,
“Hold on tight! Prepare for ‘disorderly jump’!”
In the next second, an irresistible and massive suction force arrived.
The figures of the five of them, along with the still-roaring Murong Tian, were swept together into an even deeper, even darker spatial turbulence.
The entire “Miracle Factory,” in a soundless distortion, turned into dust of the universe.