Crazy Smartphone – Part Two

The smooth chest immediately caved in, like a pristine mud puddle that had been stomped on. It was indeed a mud puddle! Because that slender, delicate hand, after piercing into the smooth chest, suddenly found it wasn’t so easy to pull back. With incredible speed, another slender hand followed suit, thrusting forward relentlessly. From the tips of five fingers, five jet-black blades emitted a sound that seemed to tear through space. With a clang, five shadows slashed down towards the already sunken, smooth torso. That smooth torso still maintained its sunken posture, but a fist, rigid and aimed, blasted towards those rampaging shadows. With a bang, the seemingly slow fist struck before the five shadows could make intimate contact with the smooth torso, smashing into them. A crisp sound of snapping finger bones came. Queen Tenglan furrowed her elegant brows slightly, but not a sound of pain escaped her lips, as if the five broken finger bones did not belong to her. Without any hesitation, purely out of combat instinct, Her Majesty’s long, shapely leg shot out like lightning, kneeing towards the protruding area. The smooth torso seemed to finally recall the fact that it had been punched in, and a visible surge of energy swelled around the sunken area, compressing with an imperceptible speed towards the deepest part of the depression. With a thud, before the beautiful leg could strike its target, the sunken part of the smooth torso bizarrely bulged out, as if all the muscles from the waist, abdomen, and chest had gathered at that strange depression. That protrusion, seemingly devoid of any fist or fingers, yet like a human fist, delivered a bizarre and eerie punch towards the enemy. Another sound of shattering finger bones rang out, and Queen Tenglan, maintaining the fierce posture of her left hand in the chest, right hand slashing forward, and right knee aiming low, was sent flying three meters by the strange punch from the smooth torso’s belly, only just managing to stabilize her form. However, this strange turn of events was not over. As Queen Tenglan’s delicate figure came to a halt, a naked man had already appeared behind her, standing intimately close. The naked man blew a breath into Queen Tenglan’s ear, “Sweetheart! Why don’t you stop groping around?” This sudden change happened in a flash; one attacked, one defended, completely reversing the situation. Yet, the others present had no chance to counterattack. By the time the Four Demons of Light, Sound, Electricity, and Magnetism sensed something amiss and wanted to act, their leader had already become someone else’s prey. These were formidable figures; they were about to muster the four primal forces to counterattack. Yukihiro Fujiko stopped the Four Demons’ rash movements, both her hands brutally mangled by the opponent’s violent tactics, and she was pinned down, her whip, her pride, now nothing but a useless decoration. “Who the hell are you?” “Enough nonsense!” Lin Feng rudely snatched the crown from atop Queen Tenglan’s head and roughly pulled her cloak over himself, barely covering his shame. As an avid fan of fantasy, how could he tolerate the glory of Queen Shinavous being defiled by such a witch? He had long found her attire displeasing, and now, finally having the chance to fulfill his wish, he felt greatly relieved. “You lunatics, fuck! Why not be normal humans instead of playing these tricks? What the hell is this Rising Sun Cult? Where’s that damn old witch hiding? Speak up!” While subduing his opponent, Lin Feng quickly calculated. These oddly dressed members of the Rising Sun Cult, especially the unforgettable Heavenly Demon Dance, reminded him of his last encounter in Yubanshan. He didn’t know where that non-human old witch was hiding, so even though he temporarily had the upper hand, he wasn’t very confident. He had to admit, so far, only that old witch of unknown origin could make him not even think about gaining experience by defeating monsters. Unfortunately, faced with a question for which no one knew the answer, no one could reply. With a crack, as Lin Feng tightened his grip, the sound of snapping neck bones was heard. As the Four Demons suspiciously watched Queen Tenglan’s head slowly droop, a shadowy figure rapidly flew past them. “The mysterious holy artifact, you really are something, there’s hope for the Holy Order,” Lin Feng heard Yukihiro Fujiko say with a hint of melancholy in her voice as his fingers closed around her. Sadly, at this moment, Lin Feng felt no tenderness towards women. Lin Feng decisively dealt with Yukihiro Fujiko and her four followers with brute force, naturally extracting no information about the old witch from them. Qin Jian’s condition was dire! Kicking open the door to the secret chamber, several guards in black outside saw the situation was bad and rushed forward with weapons. Lin Feng didn’t give them a chance to resist; the violent energy within him surged out, and with a casual move of the Nine Curves and Three Styles’ Great Wind Technique, his fists swept out like a raging storm, tearing apart the attackers before they could even strike, sending bits of flesh flying everywhere. As he carried Qin Jian and made his way out, they faced several more attacks, but under Lin Feng’s powerful strikes, no one could withstand even a single blow, easily overpowered by his domineering straight punches. One move to rule them all. Lin Feng was somewhat frenzied; no matter how many enemies appeared on his path, he would punch them down without even blinking, then continue to rush out. The secret chamber seemed to be deep underground, and as they fought their way out, the dimly lit secret passage twisted and turned, surrounded by rock walls. The chamber was inside the mountain. The underground space was designed uniquely; Lin Feng climbed along the passage, seemingly always ascending a staircase shaped like the character “回”. Every few steps, they would climb a level, then the stairs would turn into a small platform, always guarded by different faces. This bizarre architectural style inevitably made Lin Feng feel disoriented, almost as if he had stepped into the game world, charging out from the lair of Queen Shinavous, the Lich Queen. The defensive setup of the enemies was without exception modeled after the layout of the Queen’s lair, the Tomb of the Demon King in the game “Fantasy World”, which, while startling Lin Feng, also saved him much effort. At least during his escape, he hardly took any wrong turns. With this advantage of anticipating the enemy’s moves, combined with his now abnormal agility and attack power, he could almost be said to be charging out with his eyes closed. In the game, the Tomb of the Demon King consists of thirteen underground levels, each guarded by a powerful mini-BOSS and a group of elite monsters. The closer one gets to the core where the Witch King Xinasas sits, the stronger the guardians become. This eerie place clearly follows the same pattern of strength distribution. However, since Lin Feng was retreating outward, the pressure on him gradually lessened. Along the way, countless monsters had fallen under Lin Feng’s relentless punches. In a berserk state, with bloodshot eyes, Lin Feng showed no signs of stopping, only focusing on killing, killing, killing. Finally, after smashing through a stone door with a punch, what appeared before him was not the winding stone steps but fresh air, the myriad rays of light before sunset, and the gentle mountain breeze caressing his face. As Lin Feng carried Qin Jian and stepped out from the crumbling stone door, he felt as if he had returned to the world of the living. Incredulously, he surveyed the surroundings and realized they were on top of a mountain peak. He instinctively stomped on the ground, feeling its undeniable reality, which confirmed he wasn’t dreaming or still in the game world leveling up by slaying monsters. The blood on him and his unconscious companion on his back clearly reminded him that the fierce battles inside the mountain were all too real. “Damn it, what kind of hellish place is this?” Lin Feng cursed under his breath, just as he was about to find a way down the mountain, a cacophony of footsteps and shouts came from behind the broken stone door.