Chapter 71: The Three Demon Level King Figures Collected!
The Subterranean King was instantly struck with horror!
His arms bent and raised backward, four blades stabbing toward his rear simultaneously!
Clang, clang, clang, clang—
What rang out was not the sound of flesh tearing.
But a crisp, resounding hum!
The Subterranean King's four arms went numb from the counter-shock; he could feel deeply that the blades couldn't penetrate even a fraction of an inch.
It was as if what stood behind him wasn't an enemy, but a mountain cast from molten metal!
A majestic pressure surged forth, impossible to ignore.
The deep blue patterns on the Subterranean King's body flickered, reflecting his extremely terrified heart.
Instinct was frantically transmitting danger signals!
The Subterranean King slightly bent his body and lunged!
The dust beneath his feet was kicked up into a ring of smoke!
He quickly distanced himself from where he had just been standing.
Attempting to adjust his posture and strategy to continue the fight.
But the moment he turned his head, the Subterranean King was at a loss.
Where was the person?!!
The place where he had just stood was empty!
The smoke from his stomp was still drifting.
Beside it were two deep, cracked indentations!
The gaze of his clansmen was directed toward... his back?
A strong shiver of horror ran down the Subterranean King's spine!
Could it be?!!
"Look behind you again."
To the current Subterranean King, a terrifying voice like a Asura or a demon echoed faintly from behind him.
"Damn it, ahhh—!!"
The Subterranean King roared to suppress the panic in his heart, turning around to slash frantically!
The rock layers were melted and cut into numerous long, narrow cracks!
But his actual target...
Remained motionless.
He even looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
"This pose has enough power, but it's not very coordinated."
"It's barely passable, but not cool enough."
"Hmm, this movement is okay. Do it a few more times."
Aokiji commented and analyzed the Subterranean King's attack movements.
He wanted to freeze and collect him when the Subterranean King struck his coolest pose.
"Don't worry about us! King! Please run away!!"
Among the Underground Clan, someone couldn't bear to see their King's struggling appearance and shouted advice.
Most of the Underground Clan had little capacity for independent thought.
But once someone stepped up to set an example, they would closely follow the leader's actions.
"We will hold him back, you must leave quickly!"
"As long as the King remains, we of the Underground Clan will eventually return one day!!"
"Ahhh!! Monster, I'll fight you to the death!!"
The pitch-black, bizarre members of the Underground Clan surged forward like a tidal wave!
Listening to his clansmen's cries and feeling the hope they had all placed in him...
The Subterranean King gripped his sword hilt tightly as energy surged and overflowed!
As the King of the Underground Clan!
There was only one situation in which he would ever turn his back on his people.
And that was leading them toward victory!
It would never be to run away!!
The energy on his body's surface burned frantically!
The blades in his hands bloomed with a dazzling light!
They transformed into giant swords of purple energy, scorching the particles in the air!
The Subterranean King raised the giant purple swords with his four hands.
Behind him were countless clansmen surging toward him.
Before him was an invincible enemy who had suddenly descended.
The Subterranean King spoke in a low, resonant voice:
"Once this sword falls, I shall die."
"But—"
The Subterranean King gave his everything!
Pouring everything into this single strike!
"This is precisely my glory!!!"
The world seemed to turn into crude, pure lines.
Under this strike, the lines twisted and snapped!
Faintly, a voice could be heard saying:
"This pose is perfect."
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The fluorescent green Psychic Power gradually faded, becoming extremely thin.
Until it was almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving only a few faint glimmers.
Then, it slowly drifted toward an Underground Clan member whose body was mostly trapped in ice.
Fubuki observed its reaction expectantly.
In the end, there were only a few brief muscle twitches, and no other movement.
"As expected, it's not that easy." Fubuki wasn't too disappointed.
She continued attempting to develop Psychic Waves.
Not far behind her.
Aokiji was admiring the Subterranean King ice sculpture figure.
Truly nice.
He nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.
This moment's snapshot and freezing—the artistic quality is quite high!
Even compared to the Sky King's ice sculpture.
It appeared even more majestic.
Especially the Underground Clan members behind him.
Being frozen in the moment they surged forward following the Subterranean King added a bit more shock value.
Truth be told, the previous atmosphere had made even Aokiji a little confused.
He almost thought he was the villainous Monster.
But now, the three Demon Level Kings were all collected.
As for the higher Dragon Level three kings.
Currently, Aokiji had also collected the Forest King figure.
Only the Ancient King and the Netherworld King were left.
The Netherworld King might not appear until three years later.
But the Ancient King was different.
He had clearly stated upon his appearance.
That he only woke from his slumber to rule the planet after sensing the disappearance of the Deep Sea King and the Subterranean King.
Now that the Kings of sea, land, and air had all become part of his figure collection.
The Ancient King would likely be waking up soon.
While Aokiji was pondering the next oversized figure, Fubuki suddenly let out a short cry of surprise.
"Aokiji, Aokiji, come look! I've mastered a bit of it!"
"How so?" Aokiji walked over to her side.
"Watch closely." Fubuki focused intently, controlling a tiny amount of Psychic Waves at her fingertips.
She sent it toward another Underground Clan member bound in ice.
Its expression... its randomly grown features didn't allow for such a thing as an expression.
one could only distinguish it through the emotional atmosphere it emitted.
Initially, it was the despair and numbness after the clan was completely defeated.
When Fubuki fired the Psychic Wave.
It jerked its head up as if it had seen something.
First, it was startled.
"King?!"
Then came confused pondering.
"But weren't we defeated?"
Finally, it became exceptionally excited and hyperactive!
"I know... I see now, the King hasn't been defeated! Everyone, look! It's the King, our King! Look!! He's standing right there!!"
The surrounding members of the Underground Clan, who also only had their heads exposed outside the ice, looked strangely at their crazed kinsman.
What is this guy talking about?
The King has already been defeated... sealed in ice crystals, shamefully serving as an exhibit... Soon, this Underground Clan member abruptly froze.
The emotions it emitted returned once again to the previous despair, even deeper than before.
"Just as you said, Aokiji, using Psychic Waves to control and simulate nerve signals."
"No longer forcibly invading the opponent with Mental Energy."
"But using fine control to make the enemy experience illusions or hallucinations from a physiological level."
Fubuki grew more excited as she spoke.
She wanted to immediately devote all her time to Train.
Just now, she had only created a hazy figure of the Subterranean King on a visual level.
Senses like sound and smell hadn't been constructed yet.
It sounded much more troublesome than forcibly invading an enemy's mind with Mental Energy.
But these were two completely different methods.
It was like wanting to open a door.
Forcibly invading with Mental Energy was like using a stone to break down the door.
The weight of the stone depended on oneself.
The quality of the door depended on the enemy.
This method was more like controlling tiny grains of sand, stirring them inside the lock to push the pins to the correct position.
It was more suitable for someone like her, whose 'own stone wasn't heavy enough'.
As expected of Aokiji, he easily came up with a Move I couldn't even imagine!
Fubuki felt a wave of admiration in her heart.
She continued to practice with full concentration.
Completely failing to notice that the phone in her pocket had received a commission request from the Hero Association.