Chapter 5

"Alright." Lin Tianbao stepped forward to take Zhang Xiaoman, retreating cautiously.

Although he felt that Luo Yang was much more formidable than the usual Brother Yang at this moment, he did not delve into the reason. In his mind, if they were brothers, they had to trust each other unconditionally.

Luo Yang focused intently on the opposite side, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

After all, the opponent was no ordinary person. Before the age of eighteen, he could control a third-level superpower, making him a genius among geniuses. Among the eight people, while not everyone had a background, at least four of them were not ordinary high school students, as they possessed battle weapons.

In this era, superpower potential was divided into Bronze, Black Iron, Silver, Gold, and Blue Diamond. The levels of battle weapons and treasures were roughly the same, with the addition of rare types of battle weapons and treasures that were only effective for specific people. For example, the Star Book placed great emphasis on the user's ability when categorizing levels. As for higher-level secret weapons, it was difficult for ordinary people to even catch a glimpse.

"Truly ignorant of the vastness of the world. You alone dare to obstruct our Nangang's progress. I don't know whether to say you are brave or that your mind is broken." Lantian Fang's older brother, seeing the timely arrival of six people, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his expression turning cold.

"Yes! I am one against eight, seemingly with no chance of winning. But look around, our Canghai High School classmates have already reacted. In this situation, how much confidence do you have in taking over Canghai?" Luo Yang heard a loud noise and smiled.

The dull sounds continued, just as Luo Yang said, the Canghai High School students had reacted. After suffering a series of attacks such as ambushes, massacres, and intimidation, they had caught their breath and began to counterattack. Many young people stood up, although their fighting methods were very clumsy, taking this step was crucial, making them much stronger than the historical figures in Luo Yang's mind.

"Clap, clap, clap." Applause echoed in the square, and a hoarse voice said, "Impressive, indeed eight people. It seems you have already sensed my presence, so there's no need to hide anymore."

As the voice appeared, a short young man with a face full of red tattoos, as if wearing a mask, stepped forward.

In a flash, the eight people attacked simultaneously. Two lightning bolts arrived first, their attributes different. The black lightning had a destructive power that could level ancient ruins, while the red lightning had an unimaginable penetration power.

Luo Yang was well-prepared. Almost as soon as the lightning appeared, four golden vortices appeared in front of and behind him. These four golden vortices were powered by the Star Book, absorbing the strength of the pineapple tree, a third-level superpower with extremely strong corrosive ability. If used by others, they could only be used for attack, but when used by him, they could be used for defense.

The moment the lightning pierced the golden vortices, there was a 0.8-second delay. Luo Yang's right index finger gently moved, causing the four vortices to become chaotic, and the two lightning bolts collided like wild horses. They canceled each other out, giving the golden light more time to dissipate them.

With a light "pop," the red lightning was extinguished. Although the black lightning had the upper hand in the collision, its power was exhausted and was no longer enough to harm Luo Yang.

"How did he do that, using force against force?" The eight people were incredulous, as the two lightning bolts had been enhanced by battle weapons. The red lightning was enhanced by 38%, and the black lightning by 60%.

An enhancement of 60% was called a minor heavenly barrier, the maximum enhancement that a Bronze-level battle weapon could achieve. However, this simple enhancement was "very strong," according to the eight people's one-sided view.

In Luo Yang's eyes, the two lightning bolts were both strong and weak, as they had not formed battle techniques at their respective levels. Like the gravity-crushing technique "Cannon Kick" he used against Lantian Fang, it was a skill refined through creative thinking and rigorous training. It was like infusing life and combat spirit into dull energy, placing it in a completely different category.

Thus, the two lightning bolts lacked an important element. Untrained superpowers had poor control. Especially with such fierce attack methods, they looked terrifying but were actually the easiest to counter.

The golden vortices did not dissipate and could still provide some protection. Luo Yang snapped his fingers, triggering a white light that formed a milky white light mirror. Ten mirrors, then another ten, quickly increasing to a hundred.

"Imprint as a mirror, ultimate reversal." Luo Yang muttered, drawing the last thread of sharp silver light from the Star Book to cut his wrist.

Blood flowed out, adding a strange blood color to the mirror, making it more solid. At the same time, the four golden vortices in front of and behind him dissipated. The timing was perfect; a second off, and he would have been in an irrecoverable situation.

The attack was fierce, and the milky white light mirrors kept breaking, turning into tiny sparks that dissipated. However, before they broke, they always managed to reverse a bit of the incoming superpower.

This situation lasted for several seconds, with Luo Yang at the center. First, several layers of cotton-like golden radiation suddenly spread out, instantly forming a crescent-shaped shockwave that crushed the enemy. Then, all attacks aimed at Luo Yang began to rebound.

"Back to you."

A loud "rumble" rapidly spread, and the eight Nangang "geniuses" were shocked, revealing their trump cards to save their lives. In their high school careers, they had never encountered such danger. A high school student could simultaneously reverse several third-level superpowers, which was simply monstrous.

This was a decisive blow. Luo Yang had emptied all the gold radiation from the Star Book, and his body was almost drained, unable to perform another "imprint." However, he did not retreat but stepped forward.

Of the eight young men, only the leader with the tattooed face and Lantian Fang's older brother managed to block the fierce impact. The other six were beaten to a pulp, losing their sense of direction. Three fainted and lost their combat ability, while the other three struggled to stand.

At this moment, the fists took advantage of the situation.

"Bang, bang," aiming for the temples. Whether the six lagging behind had already fainted or were struggling, Luo Yang rushed over to deliver a finishing blow. His punches were accurate and ruthless, leaving them either dead or half-dead.

"You."

Lantian Fang's older brother held his chest, choking on the word "you." Since Nangang was the invader today, it was their fault for being killed by Canghai's self-defense. What surprised him was that the opponent was not on the list of key personnel to watch, an unexpected note that should not have appeared, yet he didn't even hear the name of the black-haired youth who had killed Lantian Fang.

"What's your name? You killed my brother, the Lan family will not let this go."

"Ha ha, to fight to this extent and not even know my name. Are you and the tattooed face so confident that you can leave Canghai alive?" Luo Yang stopped, as the remaining two were tough opponents, preserving relatively intact strength, and the Star Book could no longer help. He could only wait for an opportunity, saying calmly, "I'm Luo Yang, and you?"

"Remember, I'm Lantian Zun, the fifth in line to inherit the Lan family. Our leader's surname is Zhang, from the Yunyu Zhang family. Your death today is luck, but the longer you survive, the more fear you will face in the future." Lantian Fang's brother secretly took the time to recover his strength.

The tattooed face unsheathed a short sword from his waist, slowly saying, "Luo Yang, you are a formidable opponent. However, your vision is limited to the small Canghai, and you don't understand the current situation. Even if Canghai is not conquered by us Nangang, it will be breached by Heitan High School and Longque High School. This place will soon become the focal point of competition among the three key high schools and the arena for dozens of families. This kind of chaos occurs roughly every fifty years, with the strong devouring the weak, gaining sufficient nourishment to climb higher. The entire human world follows this rule of renewal."

Luo Yang's eyes were fixed on the short sword the tattooed face had unsheathed. The moment the sword was drawn, he knew he was in trouble. This short sword was a Silver-level battle weapon, similar to the Star Book, capable of storing energy.

He faintly sensed a fatal threat as the blade emitted a rhythmic orange light, a sign of a fifth-level superpower.

"Is this a joke? A fifth-level superpower? Even if it's just in form, it's still fifth-level!" Luo Yang was anxious: "I only advanced the imprint to fifth-level before my rebirth. Although the other two abilities have greater potential, they haven't exceeded sixth-level. Encountering this level of power right after rebirth, I might die again."

"Ha ha ha, in the face of absolute power, you are just an ant. Look! The strength I have accumulated over four years of hard training is sealed in this short sword, finally reaching fifth-level intensity yesterday. Even if we can't conquer Canghai High School today, I will make you die." The tattooed face's hoarse voice was full of mockery, as if he were looking at a dead man, preparing to enjoy the next scene.

The wind howled, and the light surged. The short sword hummed, emitting an orange light beam that swept toward Luo Yang along the ground.

However, the tattooed face did not see the scene of flesh and blood splattering. A small green vortex appeared on Luo Yang's forehead, resembling a galaxy. This unassuming green vortex played a crucial role, allowing him to dodge the fatal blow, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

"Rumble..."

The orange light beam did not stop but surged forward with extreme ferocity. Eighteen lush pineapple trees, merely grazed by the orange light beam, began to disintegrate, their trunks collapsing inward, carbonizing and vanishing, forming a thirty-meter-wide path on the left side of the square.

"What? He dodged, how could he possibly dodge?" The tattooed face screamed hysterically, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, even his ears bleeding. It seemed that using this powerful strike had a significant impact on his body.

"That's because I have developed more than one superpower." The fist arrived with the sound, striking the temple with a "bang," hitting with extreme ferocity, giving the opponent no chance to survive.

The tattooed face felt the world spinning, unable to even scream before he was permanently left in this trash high school, the short sword changing hands.