Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 268 The Indestructible Body of a Vajra Child!

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"Is that sword really that powerful?"

At this moment, Hanlu was already standing on the top of the towering cliff with Sun Wukong.

The morning breeze rustled, causing his robes to flutter.

He casually draped one hand over Sun Wukong's shoulder, while the other hand lazily stroked the little fox in his arms, who seemed to have completely resigned herself to her fate.

The little creature curled up in a ball, its ears drooping and its tail wrapped around its belly, adopting a "whatever" attitude.

Together they looked down at the row of little monkeys below, scurrying about like headless flies.

Yes, that's right.

From beginning to end, they were only fighting one of Sun Wukong's clones.

There's nothing I can do.

The exaggerated combat power of Sun Wukong's original form is simply too exaggerated.

This is far beyond what these guys can handle right now. Maybe if they unleash their full potential, they could put up a fight later, but—right now, absolutely not.

So, on one hand, Hanlu told them that Sun Wukong was currently in a weakened state; on the other hand, Sun Wukong only sent out one of his clones—

In a way, neither of them was lying.

But the problem is, it seems that even just a clone can beat them so badly they cry for their parents.

He has eighty such clones.

Eighty-eight.

It's heartbreaking.

Yes, it's fortunate that no one knew this.

Otherwise, they might actually think they could exchange a few blows with Sun Wukong.

"Hey, you said—"

Hanlu turned her head, a playful smile on her lips, but her eyes revealed a serious scrutiny. "How will they defeat you? Will they use that Holy Sword? Even though I've stacked buffs, that sword doesn't seem to be cooperating very well."

As he spoke, he sighed, his fingers opening and then clenching, as if trying to grasp some invisible force.

He really did his best.

We've already served the food to him, so surely he's not going to have to feed him too?

"Hey, you tell me," Hanlu leaned closer, bumping her shoulder against Sun Wukong's, her tone carrying that bargaining, street-smart air, "if they really can't unleash the sword's power, how about—you create an opening and give them a break, or something?"

His arm around the arm was all too familiar; one hand stroked the little fox in his arms, while the other rested on the Monkey King's shoulder—

This unnoticed sense of closeness made even Sun Wukong feel a little awkward.

But there's nothing we can do. We're not in the same league as them.

Just as he humiliated that group of elite soldiers—they could also easily humiliate him.

There is always something that can subdue something else; this is the simplest truth in the world.

Sun Wukong did not break free from his grasp, but merely tilted his head slightly.

The golden monkey fur fluttered gently in the wind, and the light in its fiery eyes was extremely deep and profound, like lava pressed under a thousand layers of rock, with only a trace of heat occasionally emanating from the cracks.

"I just hope they can live up to that so-called 'never abandon, never give up' spirit."

Sun Wukong's voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be carved from stone, landing heavily on the ground: "As for the rest—the outcome isn't important. They are still young, and their future holds infinite possibilities."

A simple and unpretentious philosophy.

Just like he has done before. He can give a bad person a chance to change, but the other party must show sincerity in being forgivable.

The idea of ​​"laying down the butcher's knife and instantly becoming a Buddha" is never a matter of physical form.

It wasn't just about putting down the knife in one's hand, but also about putting down one's heart.

Otherwise, wouldn't this so-called Buddha be too cheap?

But ironically, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Although the word is not the same, the principle is the same.

Many things are too difficult to change.

Sun Wukong's gaze pierced through the smoke and dust below the cliff and landed on the group of young figures.

The corners of his mouth turned up almost imperceptibly—

It wasn't mockery or contempt, but rather a kind of tolerant scrutiny, almost like an elder looking at a younger person.

But in this era where almost everyone has an overwhelming sense of heroism and justice, almost everyone carries a sliver of morality within them.

Of course, anti-heroes are an exception.

Therefore, Sun Wukong still highly affirms and recognizes these young people.

"Look." Han Lu suddenly pointed, her smile widening, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "They're here again. Keep it up, finish this show."

He smiled and pointed into the distance—behind that massive rock, a figure forged of steel was slowly emerging. It was Amadeus Zhao, his steel spider exoskeleton reflecting a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight, each joint clicking with the distinctive clatter of precision machinery.

His steps were unsteady, even somewhat shaky, a result of his recent beating. But the way he walked out carried a stubbornness that seemed to defy all reason.

The golden afterimage tore through the air, leaving a sonic boom with a sharp whistle.

"Hey—you there—Sun Wukong!" Amadeus Zhao cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone, his voice echoing through the canyon, carrying a deliberate provocation, but the end of his voice trembled slightly uncontrollably, "If you've got the guts, come here!!!"

The way he's slamming his fist on the ground is really infuriating.

However, perhaps because of the great distance, the clone was just a tiny bit short of reaching him.

This led Amadeus Zhao to mistakenly believe that his provocation was not strong enough.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Sweat trickled from his forehead into his eyes, stinging him so much that he squinted one eye, but he gritted his teeth and didn't wipe it away.

"Speaking of which—"

Amadeus Zhao was heading towards the large rock.

"Is there any nickname that would make him furious just by hearing it?"

Sun Wukong remained silent for a moment.

The light in those fiery eyes flickered slightly, as if a string had been gently plucked.

"have."

"The Keeper of the Heavenly Horses!"

Wan Zhongxia, the five brothers, and Li Feng all turned to look at Lin Lie.

Their faces all seemed to say the same thing—are you sure this is something we can say?

Lin Lie's expression froze for a moment, his lips twitched, and a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, as if he had said something wrong. This was quickly replaced by a "what the hell" attitude.

"Oh, okay." The Iron Spider responded dryly, then took a deep breath—

"The Keeper of the Heavenly Horses!!!"

The shout exploded in the canyon, and the echoes collided, bounced, and overlapped on the mountain walls, eventually turning into a chaotic roar.

"It's over."

Standing on the cliff, Hanlu couldn't help but cover her forehead, pressing her palm against her brow, and let out a long, deep sigh.

Why did this scene feel so familiar to him?

The same old self-destructive behavior, the same old ignorance of one's own limitations.

But this—

That's not the point!

The key point is that even Sun Wukong's true form, standing nearby, surprisingly showed a hint of emotional fluctuation.

Of course, I wasn't angry. I was mostly amused.

Because he had no experience as a "弼马温" (a low-ranking official in charge of horses).

When he caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he was only causing trouble for the expeditionary fleet of the Blazing Sun Heavenly Dao.

But it's obvious that the clone had already been given some extra details to make the performance more realistic—

They took these things seriously.

Such direct mockery—

That clone showed no mercy.

Eight hundred meters away, he casually lifted his own towering pillar!

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation!

The golden cudgel hummed and trembled in his palm, the sound deep and resonant, like the roar of some giant beast awakening from the depths of the earth.

Everyone's heart was pounding at that moment.

No! Brother! You two are the ones who dare to teach and the ones who dare to shout!

Similarly, another person, upon hearing this, immediately agreed!

"Holy crap—a plasma shield!!"

The steel spider screamed, its voice distorted, and when it squeezed out from its chest, it carried a sharp, almost desperate tone.

His brain frantically operated the virtual panel, his face turning pale from the exertion.

At the same time, he launched his last few nanodrones—

Those tiny silvery-white things shot out from his shoulder armor, back armor, and leg armor, drawing fine trails in the air like a swarm of startled fireflies.

As the nanodrones densely stacked energy sheets, three consecutive energy networks were instantly formed!

The electromagnetically confined plasma surged and churned wildly, and blue-white electric arcs crackled and exploded on the mesh structure, as if a bolt of lightning had been forcibly drawn into a curtain, frantically supporting the last bit of survival for the steel spider.

"Boom—!!"

The golden cudgel came crashing down.

The golden cylinder pierced through the heavens and earth, and the moment its lower end slammed into the plasma shield, the entire world seemed to fall silent for a moment—before erupting a deafening roar powerful enough to shatter eardrums.

The shockwave spread outward from the point of impact, cracking the ground, sending debris flying, and filling the air with the acrid smell of burning ozone.

The defense seemed quite effective—at least from the perspective of Qi Xuan and the Sword Immortal, the end of the golden cudgel appeared to have cracked slightly.

The high temperature of the plasma scorched a dark red char on the surface of the staff, and the energy network, under the triple superposition, withstood the sharpness of the attack.

but--

When the stick was forcibly dragged backward by a powerful force, the steel spider, which was barely standing, tilted forward.

His knees bent first, then his thighs, then his waist—his whole body slumped forward as if all his bones had been removed.

The exoskeleton's hydraulic system emitted a final, hoarse wail before going completely silent.

"That's...too exaggerated." His voice came from under the mask, muffled, with a sense of relief and disorientation. "I might need to...lie down for a bit."

Thanks to Hangzhou's reminder—and the Steel Spider, which also uses a lot of shock absorption design, managed to protect its fragile body inside even when its exoskeleton was almost completely destroyed.

But at this point, the entire nanomachine was on the verge of collapse.

The shoulder armor was cracked, the breastplate was dented, and thick smoke billowed from the heat dissipation vents on the back. The constantly shooting sparks drew orange-red arcs in the air, crackling and popping, and there was even a possibility of an explosion.

However, at least the fire safety measures were done well.

The energy constraint is also quite complete.

Although his external nanodrone has completely collapsed, given a little more time, he can successfully create a new suit of armor.

And now, even when he's catching his breath, he's relying on his mecha.

After instantly killing the Iron Spider with that single blow, the demonic monkey, which had already charged in front of him, turned its gaze to the other creatures.

Those fiery eyes shone brightly in the smoke and dust, like two lanterns hanging in mid-air.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping across each person's face—unhurriedly, as if selecting his next prey.

Li Feng stepped forward without hesitation.

He still held the shield, its surface bearing the cracks and burn marks from the last collision.

The way he walked out didn't seem like he was facing a battle; it was more like he was—parading around in the city.

Like a moving target, it stood brightly in front of Sun Wukong.

At the same time, the revolutionary pistol had already been silently aimed at the enemy in front of him.

"start!"

With a shout, Li Feng swiftly launched his charge.

His steps were short and powerful, each step making a dull thud on the ground.

At the same time, the pistol in his hand began to fire powerful bullets in rapid succession.

The moment each bullet left the barrel, a burst of orange-red flame erupted from the muzzle. The spent cartridges clattered and bounced off his side, landing on the gravel and then bouncing up with a crisp sound.

But Sun Wukong didn't care at all.

He simply raised the stick in his hand. The movement was casual, even lazy—as if he were shooing away a noisy fly.

He let the bullets, like cannonballs, pelt his body—

With a deafening roar, smoke and dust billowed, and a large amount of ash exploded around him, engulfing him in chaos.

And in the instant Sun Wukong suddenly swung his staff out!

The staff tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, the force of which even whipped up pebbles from the ground—

But Li Feng beat him to it!

He landed ahead of schedule.

Bend over.

An arch.

The movements were fluid and graceful, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

His back was almost touching the ground when he slammed the shield in his hand.

The shield moved forward along the path its owner had originally taken—

As it spun, its edges sliced ​​through the air, emitting a low hum—

And it struck the section of Sun Wukong's staff that was full of power and ready to explode!

With a deafening roar—

The force, strained by the reaction force at this moment, exploded forth in a near-miraculous way, shocking the opponent—

The enormous shockwave poured down on Sun Wukong without reservation!

The air exploded, creating a visible ripple.

As for Li Feng—

Be thankful.

The cyclone in the air had done its best to protect him.

The cyan energy flow, like a soft ribbon, wrapped around his waist, chest, and back of the head, deflecting, dissipating, and absorbing the most lethal impact.

Even so, it still made him feel dizzy.

The world in his field of vision suddenly spun 180 degrees, and his ears were ringing as if someone had struck a bronze bell next to his ear.

He staggered back two steps, his knees buckled, and he almost knelt down.

However, Sun Wukong's situation was clearly worse.

Five figures suddenly rushed out of the darkness—

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like five fingers clenched into a fist.

The five brothers—each with a different luster on their bodies: bronze, hematite, black gold, silver, and brass—

They bound Sun Wukong's limbs and torso tightly with a five-flower binding technique.

Arm locked in place.

Legs wrapped around each other.

The torso is pressed against the torso.

The five people were like five iron hoops, tightly binding the violent monkey body from all angles.

Muscles bulged, veins stood out, and everyone clenched their teeth, their cheeks as tense as stones.

"Indestructible Vajra - A Virgin Body!!"

The five brothers roared in unison, their voices bursting from their five throats simultaneously, merging into a deep, resounding roar that echoed through the valley.

The radiance on their bodies suddenly intensified at that moment—

Five-colored light intertwined and entwined, like a chain, firmly pinning the struggling golden figure to the spot.

Sun Wukong's clone—for the first time—was subdued.