Chapter 120: Yae Sakura

Both the Ten Directions Staff technique and the Power of Words: Word Bullets were attacks the three girls had never witnessed before. Furthermore, that these were unleashed by "Jerry"—a man they had always regarded as a useless weakling—created a sense of cognitive dissonance that was difficult for their minds to accept.

The program's disguise was something the three girls could not see through. In their eyes, Jerry stood there gripping an iron staff, his figure exuding an indescribable, unfathomable, and mysterious aura amidst the dim, firelit environment.

Not far away, a corpse on the ground stirred slightly. The Black Executioner, Lakutu, was not dead yet. As a witch doctor, even after Brenda had shattered his sternum with a single punch, he was still clinging to life through the power of his sorcery—though he was stunned by the scene unfolding before him.

The three women, who appeared weak, were each more brutal than the last, and the pretty boy from the Hoffman family—the man he had assumed he could kill with a single slash—was actually the most powerful among them? He had spent thirty years acting as a son, while the man sent by the Hoffman family had spent thirty years acting as an elder; he never expected to encounter people who were all better at playing a part than he was!

Anger and frustration burned in his heart, causing the flow of sorcerous energy within him to become chaotic and worsening his injuries. Lakutu silently told himself, "No... I cannot get agitated. There is still a chance. I will have my revenge; I can turn the tables! That moment is coming."

The black man’s right hand, his dark fingers stained with his own blood, traced the ground again and again, carving out bizarre, crimson runes. Once these runes appeared, they did not remain on the surface but immediately seeped into the soil and vanished.

"Brother."

Jessica spoke. The blonde, sweet-faced girl once again revealed a sugary smile: "Since your power is so great, as your loving sister, I can finally rest easy and be a little slacker under your protection, with nothing to worry about..."

"The reason I wanted to become the family head was because you had no talent in the past... Now, let us call a truce. Catherine, Brenda, and I—the three of us will assist you, serve you, and turn the Hoffman family into the most powerful family in Europe, making you the King of all Europe... How about that?"

The girl's words were undoubtedly persuasive. A sister, a fiancée, and an ex-girlfriend—three beauties akin to models or stars serving him body and soul; any normal man would surely find it impossible to refuse. Unfortunately, Yan Luo was an outsider, and furthermore, he was a cold, unfeeling entity who had transcended the limits of humanity.

So he answered:

"No."

The corners of Jessica's mouth twitched slightly, while Catherine, suppressing the horror in her heart, said, "Perhaps you are indeed strong, but I am not Brenda. Whether it's your staff or your bullets, they cannot harm a spiritual entity!"

She channeled the energy within her, transforming herself into a semi-transparent evil spirit, like an illusory medusa of shadows, and charged straight at Yan Luo.

"Is that so?"

These two words became two bullets, passing directly through the semi-transparent figure—and the Ten Directions Staff technique would likely have suffered the same fate.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Almost instantly, a shrill howl erupted from Catherine's mouth. It was not a lethal banshee's wail, but a wail of pure, soul-deep agony!

Yan Luo had already tucked the Panlong Staff away into his mobile storage space. He raised his hands and, using the "Dragon Claw Hand" technique he once used against Cornelius, grabbed Catherine's left and right breasts as she charged toward him. This move was not an assault, as the evil spirit had no physical form.

Flames ignited upon his hands.

The Olympic Flame!

The mark of the five rings flickered into view. Containing the spirit of freedom, peace, competition, unity, and friendship, the Olympic Flame was a fire of human faith—and against a dark, evil existence like an evil spirit, it possessed an innate, absolute restraint!

Catherine now felt like snow splashed with hot water, or butter touching a flame; her two breasts were melting rapidly. Yan Luo thrust both hands directly into her body!

Catherine's eyes rolled back; the intense pain nearly caused her to lose consciousness. Driven by a desperate will to survive, she flew backward, but the flames mixed with the phantom of the five rings continued to burn on her chest. Until the dark energy of the spirit neutralized them, she could no longer maintain her form; she reverted from semi-transparent to solid, collapsing onto the ground, incapacitated.

Unlike Brenda, whose chest had been shattered by Yan Luo's staff, Catherine's chest had been pierced by his hands, and it now appeared visibly sunken.

Jessica's body trembled uncontrollably. If the staff techniques and the bullets Yan Luo spat from his mouth had shocked her, now, her brother was actually igniting his hands with flames! This was energy! To release elemental energy from his hands—could her brother also be a mage?

Yan Luo's performance had once again shattered this sister’s perceptions. She realized that she was now in mortal danger.

She had to go all out!

No one wanted to die, especially not Jessica, a girl filled with ambition. Under the force of her desperate outburst, a violent wind whipped up around her, causing her long golden hair to dance wildly. Powerful psychic energy rippled around her like tangible waves!

Of the seven guardian puppets, the strongest one, the "Destroyer King," flew in front of her.

Psychic fluctuations flowed into the voodoo doll. The puppet, only a dozen centimeters tall, opened its mouth. Eerily, its mouth expanded rapidly, splitting to 270 degrees as a blood-red ball of light formed in front of it.

"Destruction Blast!"

A pure energy attack!

In some low-magic worlds, anyone capable of unleashing such energy was undoubtedly a powerhouse. Much like in the Jin Yong television series, where others used internal force, Qiao Feng could strike out with a golden dragon! This pure energy attack possessed immense destructive power; this blood-red energy orb sent a distinct sense of imminent death from the depths of Yan Luo’s soul.

"The Olympic Flame probably can't block this blow..."

It was not that the flame was weak, but Yan Luo's methods for using it were limited; he could only gather it in his hands and could not project it. Using the staff to smash the energy orb would only cause it to explode in his face, creating a shockwave. If he dodged, he did not know if the energy orb had tracking capabilities.

However—

It didn't matter.

Beyond the staff techniques and the Olympic Flame, Yan Luo had other abilities.

Power of Words: Word Bullets!

Ordinary bullets could not possibly shatter this energy orb, which had now grown to the size of a soccer ball. Yan Luo opened his mouth, and Chinese characters sprayed out in rapid succession:

"Ying ying ying ying ying ying ying ying."

Secret Technique: Eightfold Ying.

With the fusion of the Word Bullets, every additional character exponentially increased the mental strain! Of course, the power of the fused result also increased! This time, he uttered eight characters, and even with a mental reservoir four times that of an ordinary person, he nearly failed to maintain it... As these eight "Yings" flew out, they merged together, forming a massive bullet as thick as an infant's arm.

"Great Sin Armor-Piercing Bullet, fire!"

Under the name Yan Luo bluffed into existence, this massive bullet spun through the air, leaving a visible, elongated ripple of airflow in its wake, striking the blood-red orb flying from the voodoo doll's mouth.

"Boom!"

Countless blood-red rays of light exploded. The bullet pierced through the orb and flew off into the distance!