Chapter Fifty-Two: The Thunderbolt Venomous Dragon Drill

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Electric Dragon Drill

Within a ten-meter radius, Shen An suddenly felt the suction around him intensify. His body plummeted downward at great speed.

With a thud, he crashed into the bottom of a deep pit. The ground, already sunken ten meters deep from the earlier earth-collapse ability, swallowed him whole. As soon as Shen An landed, countless rocks tumbled down from above, filling the pit in moments and restoring the ground to level earth. Shen An was now buried beneath it all.

“Hmph, finally dead.”

A man stood above the spot, looking down at his feet.

“This guy was truly strong, but unfortunately, he faced our combined assault.”

“A true master, what a pity.”

From a distant high-rise, Bai Weiwei withdrew her gaze. An inexplicable emptiness welled up inside her, as if she’d lost something precious. The two people beside her sighed simultaneously.

“So young, far too young!”

“He shouldn’t have been so confident—facing so many Awakened of the second rank alone, even if he was at the very peak! It was reckless.”

Sighs echoed from all directions, each expressing a different emotion. Some were regretful, others elated. Witnessing this new master, who had emerged in the tumult of a changed world, struck down in an instant, everyone was left with mixed feelings.

Who can remain invincible forever? One person’s power is, after all, insignificant.

Someone silently mouthed these words.

“Let’s go help the young master.”

With that, they rushed toward Viper’s position.

Huan Yu hadn’t expected that killing Shen An would be so easy—too quick to even process. Still, at last, he felt a weight lift from his heart. Shen An was dead. Everything was settled.

Viper brandished his dagger, a foul stench filling the air—poison gas. He retreated swiftly, casting a glance toward the ground where Shen An lay buried. There was no longer any trace of his presence.

Viper frowned, but quickly composed himself, eyeing the two combatants in the distance. Several people were already making their way toward Wang Yuan and Mu Linqiu.

He didn’t hesitate—he chose to retreat.

“That kid… what a waste of talent, dying just like that!” Wang Yuan cursed bitterly, unable to hide his frustration. “Let’s get out of here.”

Resolute, Wang Yuan began to burn with his own flames, using their heat to force a path through an opening. The two ice-wielding experts didn’t pursue him.

On the other side, Mu Linqiu finished off her opponent just then. She had been monitoring the situation closely, and as soon as the others converged, she ended her fight swiftly. Her figure then faded, disappearing from sight.

Meanwhile, underground—

“Steady your mind, let nothing distract you. Shen An, picture yourself as the sharpest weapon, the Electric Dragon Drill. Harness your power and spin your weapon at full speed,” came the voice of Shen An’s future self in his mind.

Shen An gripped the black iron blade tightly.

“Break through!”

Suddenly, his tongue thundered with power, a tiger’s roar and a leopard’s snarl reverberating through the earth.

A thunderous sound drew every gaze to the center of the field. A crack of lightning rang out—then, a rapidly spinning figure burst from the ground. Waves of energy radiated from him like blades, scattering in all directions.

Two ice-wielders, unable to evade, were pierced through by this sword-like force and stood rooted in shock.

Shards of rock exploded outward as Shen An’s figure appeared before the crowd.

His eyes were unfathomably deep, like a black hole that could devour everything. When his gaze swept over the crowd, anyone who met his eyes instantly looked away, as if afraid of being drawn in forever.

The assembled masters stood frozen, while across from them stood the youth with an awe-inspiring presence.

The wind howled; Shen An’s robes fluttered. With a flick of his brow, he stamped his foot—and the ground exploded as he vanished from sight.

“Keep attacking as before!” Huan Yu roared in desperation.

All previous relief vanished like smoke.

Mu Linqiu, Wang Yuan, and Viper gathered together, casting complex glances at Shen An.

“Should we help?” Viper’s voice was cold and sinister.

“No, let him handle it alone,” Mu Linqiu replied, her gaze troubled as she watched Shen An.

“Heh, does he really think he can face so many masters alone? How ridic—”

Before he finished, his eyes widened and disbelief contorted his face.

“Wind!” cried the man with the wind ability, summoning a violent gale. He transformed into a tornado, barreling toward Shen An.

Shen An stood his ground, a smile curling his lips as the tornado swept toward him.

“You think you’re the only one who can summon the wind?” Shen An spun at high speed. “Electric Dragon Drill!”

The wind roared past his ears as he spiraled, whipping up a storm of his own—a tornado matching the first. The two whirlwinds collided.

Amidst the vortex, Shen An’s body suddenly paused. His feet came down from above, descending like a thunderbolt.

A figure was kicked out of the storm, sent flying to the ground, his fate uncertain.

As the wind died, Shen An landed, fixing his gaze on a burly man nearby.

This giant, two meters tall, had been knocked back by a punch from Shen An before. Now, seeing Shen An’s eyes on him, he faltered, unwilling to become his enemy.

But in the end, gritting his teeth, he charged forward.

With a single punch, Shen An sent him flying again. Bones shattered throughout his body; with a scream, the man tumbled across the ground, twisted and wretched.

“All together!” came a shout, and the crowd rushed to attack as one.

“Earth collapse!”

“Gravity!”

“Restrain!”

One ability after another was unleashed.

Shen An’s muscles crackled with power. With a roar, he charged into the fray.

As his foot fell, the ground collapsed into a pit—but he had already vanished. With the next step, gravity pulled him into the earth as another’s power activated. Shen An was dragged underground once more.

The crowd was elated, preparing to bury him again—when suddenly, a terrifying energy surged from below. Waves of power erupted, accompanied by a thunderous blast.

Shen An burst out from beneath, and in an instant, his right hand clawed forward, seizing a man by the throat. The victim’s face twisted as he tried to utter a desperate “No—”

Crack!

Shen An squeezed, silencing him forever as his life ebbed away.

With a flick, Shen An tossed the corpse aside.

Boom!

The body smashed into a wall, which instantly collapsed, the air filled with screams.

On the other side of the ruined wall, Huan Yu struggled to stand. He shrank back from Shen An’s gaze, backing away in terror.

He had hidden here, thinking he would be safe, but Shen An had found him all the same.

All around, several other second-rank experts circled warily, none daring to approach. Shen An’s strength had exceeded all expectations—he dispatched opponents as if they were nothing.

“Shen An, I was wrong! Spare me—spare the Chen family! Chen Ziliang is already finished. We surrender, please, have mercy!”

He fell to his knees, trembling before the indomitable figure.

Shen An’s gaze swept the circle, black iron blade in hand.

“Sorry, I don’t believe you.”

With that, he raised his blade. Under the sunlight, its gleam was blinding.