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The sky burned like hell.

The entire sky was swallowed by twisted blood-red, with clouds rolling like struggling, screaming ghost faces, reflecting the slaughter and despair on the ground. The air was filled with a scorching iron smell, like the embers of countless battlefield remains burning, suffocating everyone.

Sebastian descended slowly, the shadow of the black ship reflected behind him. He tightly gripped the spear in his hand, the rusty spearhead still gleaming with a cold light, just like the cruel indifference in his eyes.

Sebastian stood like an executioner on an altar, ready for the moment of sacrifice.

However, just as he was about to land—

A sense of extreme foreboding, like a venomous snake, suddenly climbed up his spine and tightly wrapped around his heart!

His pupils contracted sharply. Under the blood-red sky, a nearly imperceptible movement caught his eye—

The old monk who had fallen to the ground... his finger moved slightly. Just a single finger.

But in the next moment—

"Boom—!!"

An invisible force, like the purest divine will, turned into an invisible arrow and pierced Sebastian's chest!

The old monk slowly sat up straight, his robe gently fluttering in the wild wind.

He quietly uttered a sentence, his voice calm but thundering in everyone's heart:

"I don't use force, but that doesn't mean I can't."

Sebastian didn't even have time to scream before his blue blood exploded, sending limbs flying everywhere, and his body hit the ground with a splat. The air was filled with a sweet and burning smell, like a surprise blood shower on the battlefield.

But—

At the very last moment of his body's destruction, a crimson light shot out from his chest!

—Sebastian's defensive core!

"You bald donkey!!"

Sebastian's consciousness hadn't completely vanished. His defensive core turned into a blood-red spear and shot back at the old monk with lightning speed!

These high-level defensive cores usually strike back at an attack before it even gets within a metre of their owner, moving so fast they can interrupt the enemy's move.

However, Sebastian had miscalculated when it came to the monk's psychic attack.

But the monk wasn't having a grand time either. His pupils shrank in shock; his last psychic attack had drained nearly all his energy. He was running on spiritual fumes, dodging was not an option.

Squelch!

A burning spear, as thick as a thumb, pierced through his body!

The monk fell backwards, his robe instantly soaked in blood. His body trembled slightly, and his hands shook as he pressed them together, trying to stay calm, but his heavy breathing gave him away.

"Master!!"

His disciples cried out in alarm, their faces changing dramatically.

Their eyes were filled with complex emotions, a mix of relief and sorrow.

The young monks still stared in shock at the old monk, who usually just immersed himself in scripture. They had never thought that beneath his gentle and compassionate exterior, their master possessed such a powerful spiritual force that could shake the very heavens.

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Silence. Complete, eerie silence.

In the sky, an alien spaceship loomed, black as a bottomless pit, absorbing light. Blue energy lines snaked across its surface, like an ancient beast, coldly watching the battlefield below. It slowly descended like an immovable mountain, casting a shadow over everything. The dreadful pressure made everyone shiver.

With a low hum, a huge figure slowly appeared—

Mars Canon arrived.

The sky revealed a large figure—Mars Canon.

This usually jolly fat man now looked as cold as a killing god, gazing down at the battlefield.

His body was like it was made of steel, with bulging muscles and skin so tough even laser weapons couldn't pierce it.

His eyes were filled with sarcasm and helplessness, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"I just wanted to make money quietly! But you lot killed my employer, now what am I supposed to do?"

"I'll have to deliver your corpses, or my career is finished!"

As his words fell, the air seemed to freeze.

He slowly descended, and an invisible mental force pressed down like a ten-ton hammer!

If Sebastian's spaceship's energy pressure was like a speeding car, Mars Canon's mental power was a bullet train roaring through.

Boom!

The ground caved in, buildings crumbled, and the horrifying pressure almost made everyone kneel!

The old monk, already weakened by Sebastian's final strike, struggled to hold on, and a huge mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Master!"

The disciples cried out in terror, their faces showing horror.

They realised that since Mars Canon had appeared, they could move their bodies again, likely because he didn't bother with the spaceship's energy field, but now they were still too suppressed to stand up!

How powerful is Mars Canon?!

Everyone's eyes widened in shock as they finally realized that the real battle had just begun!

As he slowly descended, his mental power also pressed down, like a massive press squeezing everything below into thin sheets.

Although everyone could move freely, they didn't dare to, seeing the surrounding buildings and trees bending and breaking under the pressure.

"I really don't understand you lower life forms," Mars Canon continued to vent,

"Sebastian is a powerful tycoon even I wouldn't dare to provoke. When he gets angry, you should just endure it and let him kill a few people to blow off steam. Whatever he wants, you should agree to it!

Once his anger subsides, you all can still live, can't you? He can't possibly kill all of you.

Look at this mess now, it's out of control..."

Before the old monk could speak, Brooke's face turned red,"That's bandit logic!"

Mars Canon, the undefeated legend of the arena, saw a weak girl daring to talk back to him,"Childish!"

Boom—

With a punch, a tall school building collapsed under Mars Canon's terrifying mental power, wooden beams turned to dust, and the four-story building fell from top to foundation.

The terrifying power made everyone's faces pale, and they fell to the ground again.

The old monk still held his hands together, his body trembled, and sweat beaded on his forehead. His robe shattered under the violent impact, and seemingly ordinary Buddhist beads emitted golden light, protecting those behind him and resisting the soul-shattering impact. The old monk's disciples sat cross-legged, chanting, and the golden light grew stronger, defending against the terrible attack.

"It seems you are stubborn!" Mars Canon's friendly demeanor vanished, revealing his fangs,"You people deserve to be wiped out!" He spoke as if discussing mowing the lawn.

Boom—

Another punch landed, and an invisible shockwave hit, space distorted like water waves, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The monks fought with all their might, but the golden aura gradually dimmed, it seemed they couldn't hold on much longer.

The werewolf growled, his voice thundered, filled with primal rage and killing intent.

His muscles swelled instantly, veins bulged, wriggling like giant snakes.

His claws gleamed coldly, suddenly, he shot into the air like a black lightning, his claws slicing through the night, aiming to slash Mars Canon's huge belly with violent force.

However, instead of expected blood and flesh, a series of piercing metallic clashes erupted in the dark, sparks flew.

The werewolf was stunned, his pupils contracted—his claws couldn't move the fat man at all!

Mars Canon still smiled, the curve of his mouth was a casual mockery. He didn't even step back, his massive body stood like an unshakable mountain, looking down at the werewolf as if watching a struggling beast.

The werewolf roared, clashing his claws, electricity crackled like wild death scythes. He leaped up, tearing through the air, aiming straight for Mars Canon's vulnerable neck.

But just as his claws were about to hit, Mars Canon suddenly moved, his hand shot out like a beast hunting, grabbing the werewolf's wrist! His fingers tightened like steel clamps, bones cracked, electricity exploded in his palm, but couldn't move him at all.

"Enough, get down!"

With a sudden yank, Mars Canon pulled the werewolf down from mid-air, like pulling down a flailing beast. With a powerful stomp, Mars Canon displayed surprising agility for his massive size. He swung the werewolf onto his shoulder, moving as smoothly as a wrestling champion in the ring.

"Enjoy the free fall!"

He shouted, stomping the ground hard enough to make it shake. His back tensed, muscles bulging, and then—he leaped! His body soared like a missile, spinning rapidly in the air with the werewolf locked on his shoulder, the wind howling around them.

Whirlwind Bomb!

The next second, Mars Canon smashed down towards the ground with terrifying force and speed. The werewolf couldn't escape, trapped in his arms. With a thunderous crash, the ground cracked, and dust flew everywhere. The werewolf was slammed into the ground, dirt splattered, and shockwaves spread out, creating a deep crack in the earth.

Mars Canon stood next to the werewolf, casually flexing his wrist as if he had just warmed up. His smile returned, and he looked down at the convulsing werewolf on the ground, lightly patting his shoulder as if brushing off dust.

"You thought I was just a fat guy?" he sneered, his voice deep and booming like thunder."Bad luck, you're facing a wrestling god!"

Meanwhile, Alex and Nyx moved in the night, their mental power flowing together, forming an invisible mental sword in the air. The sword's blade distorted the air around it, sharp enough to cut through souls. Their attack path was unpredictable, striking Mars Canon's weak points from different angles, so fast it was almost undetectable.

Before Alex and Nyx could stabilize themselves, Mars Canon moved. His massive body displayed surprising agility in the dark. He stepped forward, making the ground tremble, and the next moment, his giant hand reached out like a chain, grabbing Nyx's throat with precision.

"Didn't learn your wrestling lessons well, did you?" he sneered, easily lifting Nyx with one arm. His muscles tensed, his arm like a steel pillar, showing no sign of strain. He leaped up, flipping with Nyx in the air, then dropped like a meteor!

Chokeslam!

Boom! Nyx's back slammed into the ground, raising clouds of dust, his alien armor shattered. His spine seemed to be broken by the impact, his body convulsed violently, and a suppressed groan escaped his lips.

Alex, enraged and terrified, saw his teammate severely injured. He immediately channeled his mental power, preparing for the next attack. But Mars Canon's gaze was already fixed on him. He stepped forward, his speed like a blur, and the next moment, his body moved like a beast, shoulder smashing into Alex's abdomen!

Spear!

The impact was like a raging bull. Alex didn't even have time to scream; he was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing through rocks and hitting the ground hard, raising dust. He clutched his abdomen, coughing violently, his eyes unfocused, chest feeling like it had been hit by a hammer, pain so intense he couldn't gather his mental power.

Mars Canon shook his wrist, his smile widening. He looked around, seeing the two fallen figures, as if admiring his perfect performance. He slowly spread his arms, as if showing off to an invisible audience.

"Is that all you got?" he laughed, his voice booming like thunder,"I've faced tougher opponents in the ring!"

He walked towards the struggling Alex, grabbed his hair, and pulled him up roughly. Alex, pale-faced, tried to break free, but felt his neck tighten—Mars Canon had locked him in his arms, like a giant snake constricting its prey!

Bearhug!

The crushing pressure spread through Alex's body, his ribs creaked, lungs compressed, his face quickly turned red, his hands struggled but couldn't budge Mars Canon at all.

"Can you hear that? The sound of bones," Mars Canon chuckled, his voice carrying a bloodthirsty edge, his arms tightening like iron rings, crushing Alex's will!

Alex's consciousness faded, his vision darkened, while Mars Canon's smile remained clear—a bloodthirsty god of war, looking down at his prey!