Chapter 148: Earth Trample

Yan Luo tilted his head slightly as the sword grazed down his cheek. Cortez flicked his wrist, his obsidian rapier slicing a long wound across Yan Luo's shoulder.

"Dual thrust!"

Pizarro, directly ahead, launched a fierce assault as well, stepping forward with his left leg and thrusting with both hands!

A brilliant, dazzling golden light flared upon the golden spear.

This blow was inescapable!

However, Yan Luo activated the halberd-wielding technique inherent to his Huaihua Halberd—a parrying skill that grants a hundred percent physical damage block when wielding a long-hafted weapon. Cooldown: 30 seconds. The 2.4-meter coiling dragon staff was classified as a long-hafted weapon.

Having rolled over from above, Cortez landed behind Yan Luo and executed a spinning sword strike from fencing techniques. The obsidian rapier transformed into a black ribbon of light, cutting inward with a twist of the wrist.

The speed at which the sword slashed through the air was so swift that it left a long trail of blurred afterimages.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

In an instant, several wounds with torn flesh appeared across Yan Luo's back. However, perhaps due to the body undergoing data normalization upon entering the game, no blood flowed out.

Cortez's eyes gleamed with the ruthless, piercing light of a bloodthirsty beast!

He attacked relentlessly. Though his raw power was far inferior to Pizarro's, his movement and attack speeds were so agile that his fluttering crimson cloak, his body, and the weapon in his hand all dragged out prolonged afterimages.

Every strike, smash, and poke from Pizarro carried the overwhelming force of a mountain!

Yan Luo was plunged into a perilous situation.

His coiling dragon staff had already turned into a red-hot iron bar.

The two generals were undoubtedly bosses within the game—and quite powerful ones at that—yet they were ganging up on him alone: one with swordplay as swift as the wind, the other with spearwork as violent as fire!

The golden spear contained the power of the sun, and the obsidian rapier was also a magical weapon. Every time the tip of a sword brushed across his body, carving out a wound, Yan Luo could feel his strength waning by a fraction.

A curse originating from the Aztec Empire:

Weakness!

Yan Luo was currently relying on the game's internal data normalization, his exceptionally high health bar, and the mid-boss title which granted him eight health bars and the gene pool of a boss-level armor.

The Power of Words.

Some martial artists frequently let out roars while fighting, Bruce Lee being a prime example.

This wasn't just for show. Some people cried out to intimidate their opponents, while others used vocalized syllables during physical exertion to channel and vibrate their inner strength. Tennis players who shouted when swinging their rackets hard utilized this exact principle.

With every strike of his staff, Yan Luo began to shout as well.

"Hei!"

"Ha!"

"Aiyah!"

Amidst these shouts, Chinese characters flew outward. These characters instantly transformed into golden bullets, firing forward.

"What kind of attack method is this?!"

Did he have a pistol hidden inside his mouth?

Decagonal Staff Technique + Word Bullets!

With Yan Luo executing two abilities simultaneously, the tide immediately turned back in his favor. After all, who could defend against a sudden bullet fired during close combat with a heavy weapon?

Pizarro, specializing in strength and constitution, could still manage to endure it. Cortez, specializing in agility, managed to dodge several bullets in succession and deflected another with his rapier, but Yan Luo spat out word bullets with such density that bullet holes soon riddled his body.

"Good God..."

"This is impossible!"

The Spanish players scattered all over the beach exploded in chaos once again. What kind of ability was this Chinaman using? He was spitting bullets from his mouth, and yet the two great generals of the Spanish civilization were falling into a disadvantageous position while ganging up on him! These were the strongest generals under Isabella's command—existence at the boss level.

"Is he really a player?"

Quite a few Spaniards prepared to leave the game and post on the official forums, though they naturally had to wait until this battle concluded because it was simply too dazzling. As for the battle itself, several players who had purchased "cameras" were currently recording footage.

"Are our generals going to lose?" some Spaniards groaned in sheer disbelief.

Yan Luo held the complete upper hand. Did the scorching heat of the iron staff burning his palms cause him any pain? Such an emotion did not exist; he was the Merciless One! Channeling the physical strength of his entire body, every smash landed with the force of a collapsing mountain, while his shouts of "Hei" and "Ha" continuously transformed into flying word bullets.

Faced with this bizarre form of attack, Pizarro and Cortez struggled bitterly to defend themselves, and it was evident they would be defeated before long.

"Captains, attack!"

As a queen, it would be far too disgraceful for Isabella of her status and standing to join a gang assault! With a gloomy expression, she called out the names of the captains—none other than the world-renowned commanders of the "Spanish Armada" during the Age of Discovery.

Led by the Duke of Medina Sidonia, there were also Valdez, Pedro, Ricard, Oquendo, Bautondola, Juan Gomez, Antonio, Hugo, and Diego.

Captains from the First Division to the Tenth Division!

Each possessed a distinct appearance: some wielded longswords, some carried massive wooden hammers, and others held Persian scimitars. Their attire varied wildly as well, ranging from aristocratic formalwear to tattered, pirate-like rags—all ten captains charged toward Yan Luo under the queen's command.

If the Spanish civilization were viewed as the Whitebeard Pirates, Isabella's status would be equivalent to Whitebeard's, while Pizarro and Cortez would correspond to Marco the Phoenix and Portgas D. Ace.

Then these individuals undoubtedly corresponded to the remaining division commanders, ranging from Diamond Jozu and Vista the Flower Sword to Atmos the Water Buffalo...

Every single one of them was a boss!

Right now, a horde of bosses—more than ten of them—were about to beat down a single player.

When the Spanish players witnessed this scene, they were rendered speechless. What the hell?! What kind of situation was this? They had only ever heard of players teaming up to raid bosses; they had never seen bosses teaming up to raid a single player.

And this was still the very first day the server opened!

"Is the Supreme Diamond VIP really this powerful?"

Instantly, the thought of topping up their accounts arose in the hearts of many players—a game primarily developed by Tencent could actually grant such terrifying power through microtransactions! It was simply mind-boggling!

Of course, these people were only thinking about it. After all, it cost one million Chinese yuan to attain Supreme Diamond VIP status in China, and in Europe, it required recharging over 128,000 euros, which was simply too exorbitant.

This was Yan Luo's first time combining word bullets with staff techniques, and the power was indeed formidable. However, seeing yet another massive horde of generals charging toward him, even if Chu Qingqing and Xu Han were here alongside him, they would certainly have had to flee. Challenging an entire civilization with the strength of a single person was impossible.

Still, this had successfully tested his strength tier within this online game.

It was roughly on par with the strongest generals under a faction leader.

It was time to make a quick exit. As for not having enough personal strength here, he could just summon Wu Zetian's grand army to march over and annihilate the Spanish civilization! He wondered who would win if Isabella and Wu Zetian started tearing into each other, and whose generals—those of Great Zhou or those of Spain—were better fighters?

Yet one thing was certain: Chinese players would completely crush the Spanish ones. Even if it were merely one of Wu Zetian's territories with over twenty thousand players, if every single one of them spat a mouthful of saliva, they could give those seventy or eighty Spaniards a thorough bath.

Yan Luo leaped high into the air. At that exact moment, the phantom of a hulking, towering white bull manifested behind his back. The giant bull raised its hooves, stomping down with a hundred percent synchronization rate as Yan Luo descended toward the ground.

"Earthshaker!"