Chapter 147: Two Generals Battle Yama

When the two of them sprinted to within about twenty meters of Yan Luo, Cortez slightly slowed his pace, while Pizarro accelerated.

Holding the golden spear with both hands, Pizarro lunged forward as he ran, the spearhead angled slightly upward. Every ounce of strength within the burly Spaniard's massive frame was erupting; his tunic was strained tight over bulging muscles, radiating an intense sense of power.

Five Elements Revolution!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Amidst the dull, whistling gale of fierce momentum, Yan Luo once again brandished the coiled-dragon staff. Countless afterimages blurred as the spinning staff generated immense kinetic energy, acting like a propeller to form a defensive barrier in front of him, keeping his body safely protected behind it.

"Hah!"

Pizarro dashed forward and slid into a lunge with his spear. Stepping far forward with his left leg, his left hand slid down the shaft while his right hand thrust the weapon ahead. Relying on the momentum of the dash and the power of his entire body, he drove the spear forward with all his might.

This was a spear technique passed down from the Middle Ages—austere and simple in its form, yet possessing an indomitable momentum that vowed never to return until the enemy was impaled!

This ancient European spear technique also resonated with the head-smashing nod of the Eight Extremities Great Spear.

A piercing sonic boom shrieked through the air as the two-meter golden spear thrust outward, its tip aiming straight for Yan Luo's head. Such a move was undoubtedly similar to Yan Luo's earlier Cleaving the Eight Desolations—more than enough to easily crush a man's skull. Bolstered by raw power and kinetic energy, this thrust could pierce straight through even an iron helmet.

Yan Luo was no mere player; dying in this game meant true death!

Facing such a strike as a ruthless entity, his heart remained devoid of sorrow or joy. His hands danced ceaselessly. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Ghost-wailing, spirit-shrieking sounds tore through the air swept by the staff, and the dense web of staff shadows completely sealed off the space ahead.

"Clang!"

The golden shaft collided with the fine-steel-forged staff, erupting into a brilliant shower of sparks like bursting fireworks. The rotational momentum canceled out the thrust's kinetic energy, and under the violent impact, Pizarro's thrusting golden spear was knocked aside.

In an instant, Yan Luo felt a colossal force—though inferior to his previous Sunset Bow technique, it was still immensely powerful!

In the ancient Greek world, the Macedonian heavy cavalryman charging with the momentum of a horse had far inferior strength compared to this!

As one of the highest-ranking generals under the Queen of Spain, just how high were Pizarro's attribute templates? Yet, thanks to the official title of Halberd Commander and the 10% bonus bestowed by the Mask of Emotions, Yan Luo's strength was equivalent to 23 points, which was likewise formidable.

After parrying the sliding thrust with the Five Elements Revolution, Yan Luo leveraged the collision to swing his body to the right, smoothly revolving a full circle to dissipate the force. The iron staff traced a semicircle in his hand, and as he whirled back, he executed "Sweeping the Six Directions." The 2.4-meter iron staff dragged a horizontal afterimage across the air, whipping up a white wave of atmospheric pressure!

"Horizontal Block!"

Facing this immensely ferocious staff swing that was powerful enough to cleave a man in two, Pizarro neither dodged nor evaded. Employing a defensive technique from medieval ancient spear arts, he leveled the spear shaft to meet the oncoming blow. Another violent collision showered sparks in all directions amidst churning air currents.

"Counter-Jab!"

Having blocked the strike and deflected the staff, Pizarro swiftly stepped forward with his right leg, spun the golden spear, and viciously thrust the butt end toward Yan Luo's face.

"Agitating the Four Seas!"

The Ten Directions Staff technique was not renowned for defense; rather, it combined explosive power with weaponry to annihilate opponents through ferocious offense. However, the Spanish general's strength and mastery of the spear forced Yan Luo to defend.

The churning staff technique carried a spiral force that knocked the spear aside, followed immediately by "Three Talents Tremor." The force shifted into a vibrational shockwave, and the iron staff trembled violently. The air along its path detonated abruptly, the massive shockwave merging into a continuous roar of muffled thunder.

Pizarro once again blocked with the shaft of his spear. The conducted vibrational force was completely absorbed by his burly physique. Clearly, aside from raw strength, this fellow's constitution was undoubtedly extremely high, likely exceeding 30 points.

The two engaged in a head-on clash: the coiled-dragon staff against the golden spear, the Ten Directions Staff against medieval spear arts!

Yan Luo made a silent judgment. Even as a mid-tier life form, his strength and constitution were slightly lower than Pizarro's. Was an entity of this caliber as strong as a Level 2 Netherworld boss? They were considerably stronger than the three mini-boss women from the previous world.

In truth, this was hardly surprising. Both Pizarro and Cortez carried the background of having overthrown an entire civilization, and they were the most formidable generals under the Spanish Queen.

Not to mention they possessed top-tier equipment.

Pizarro's golden spear was no ordinary weapon; had it been made of real gold, it would have long since bent and snapped under such repeated, violent impacts.

Moreover... Yan Luo had already learned from the players' intelligence that this was a game co-produced by Tencent in collaboration with the world's top developers.

Tencent spared no expense. When designing the skills and movements of the NPCs in the game, they had undoubtedly hired gold-medal martial arts choreographers! This Spanish general Pizarro wielded his spear with such fierce dominance that he was practically comparable to a boss from a Wong Fei-hung film!

While using the Ten Directions Staff to parry Pizarro, Yan Luo continuously retreated with his feet to dissipate the force. Each collision between the two metal weapons burst forth with sparks, looking resembling an iron-forging furnace.

Red sparks danced, white shockwave ripples undulated, and amidst the two of them—one retreating, the other advancing—they kicked up yellow sand across the beach. The shockwave-like air currents swept the dust away, and in their wake, the rising sand particles formed a swirling dragon of yellow dust suspended mid-air!

The Spanish players were utterly speechless, their eyes wide and fixed as if watching the climax of a blockbuster special-effects film. Blinking not once, they were completely immersed in the shocking melee of heavy weaponry.

As for Cortez—a fellow who had destroyed an Aztec empire of 15 million people and was, in a sense, even more ferocious than Pizarro—he closely followed the battle.

Crouching low, he grabbed one corner of the red cape fluttering behind him with one hand, while holding an obsidian dagger in the other, pointing it diagonally toward Yan Luo from the side. Like a crab raising its claws high, his footwork mirrored its sideways scuttle.

"Hah~"

"Ya-yah~~~!"

Racing forward, Cortez let out bizarre cries meant to distract and intimidate while maintaining his position on the right flank of the duel, ready to join the fray at any moment to deliver a fierce, fatal blow!

"Hm?"

Yan Luo suddenly sensed a searing heat radiating from the iron staff. With each successive collision, the entire shaft rapidly turned red, resembling a glowing red bar of iron! The skin on his hands gripping the staff sizzled from the scorching heat.

A smug smile tugged at the corner of Pizarro's lips.

The golden spear, rooted in the legends of the Inca Empire, contained the power of the "sun." This magical weapon was finally beginning to unleash its true might.

At that exact moment, Cortez, scuttling alongside the combatants, seized the opportunity. His body vaulted fiercely into mid-air, his scarlet cloak fluttering like the unfolded wings of a soaring bird. Leaping directly above Yan Luo, he flipped upside down, head plummeting and feet pointing skyward, and thrust his dagger downward.

A flash of light!

Black light! The obsidian dagger, seemingly containing the profound darkness of the dead of night, stabbed downward with vicious intensity. As the tip cut through the air, it even dragged a sharp, wailing sound in its wake. A streak of ink-like dark light plunged vertically downward through the air, resembling a tear slashed directly into space.

That single thrust was aimed squarely at Yan Luo's crown!