Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 859 - 618: Misaka’s Vendetta
"I know this person."
Cheng Tianpu looked at Phoenix Mountain: "He's a very good friend of Li Zheng. If we can capture him alive, maybe we could use him as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Li Zheng."
"Given Li Zheng's character, not to mention his friends, even if an ordinary member of the Starting Point Legion were captured by us, he would surely comply, right?" Abe Akizo recalled the psychological profile his subordinates did on Li Zheng, all data indicating that Li Zheng is a deeply loyal person who would never ignore the safety of his friends.
The Creation and High Celestial Plain legions, close to Phoenix Mountain, were already in combat with him. Countless energy bombs rained down on him like a hailstorm, determined to obliterate him.
"Full Power Burst·Tenfold!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Phoenix Mountain stomped on the ground, his foot transforming into a bull's hoof, smashing down with a boom, causing spider web-like cracks to spread out from where he stood.
His figure then moved at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, charging towards the crowd.
"Disperse! Everyone disperse!"
The long-range attackers from both legions shouted loudly; this was reality, not a game, where team-up didn't mean no friendly fire. Their attacks could harm their own people as well.
In an instant, the long-range attackers were hindered, with only close combat fighters able to attack Phoenix Mountain.
The battle quickly heated up. Phoenix Mountain charged left and right among the crowd, completely ignoring his body's endurance capacity. His bursting power activated repeatedly, and before hitting his target, his fist transformed into a pig's trotter. As long as he hit the target, he could steal a portion of their physique and add it to himself.
As the fight continued, Phoenix Mountain grew stronger. Some wore high-quality armor, initially able to withstand Phoenix Mountain's punches.
But after a few rounds, Phoenix Mountain punched again, penetrating the armor, causing harm to his adversaries.
"Such high combat power." The six legion commanders gazed at the battlefield from afar, their expressions solemn: "Capturing him alive won't come cheap. The people below will surely have complaints, what do we do?"
"Complaints?" The Bishop sneered: "Is it better that some die or all die? Is this even a question? Anyone who dares retreat will be executed on the spot as a warning to others!"
The other five exchanged glances, making a decision: "Capture him!"
Soon after, orders were issued in the legion channel, instructing members to restrain themselves, to capture him alive.
"Capture him alive!"
"Capture him alive!"
Some people, focused on battle, didn't have the time to check the legion channel, so those at the rear shouted to relay the command to the center of the battlefield.
Instantly, the players facing Phoenix Mountain were in a tough spot, fearing killing him if they went all out, yet facing their danger if they held back.
At once, everyone was terrified, and the battle group expanded, unintentionally dispersing to leave an open area.
Someone saw the chance for a live capture and shouted: "Stall him, wait till he exhausts his Genetic Force!"
Phoenix Mountain became consumed by the killing, with several white-name players dying at his hands. A faint blood qi seeped from his body, swirling around him, sometimes forming into snake shapes, other times transforming silently into tigers and wolves, eager to devour.
The blood qi, initially faint, grew denser as Phoenix Mountain advanced in the slaughter.
Getting closer, one could catch a faint hint of a special bloody smell.
"Hmph, rumor has it Li Zheng kills only red names; now his friend is redder than anyone. Let's see how he explains this to the public," the Amazon War God commander remarked coldly.
Cheng Tianpu scoffed: "Pabbu (an idiot)! Not all red-name situations are the same. Do you think others are like you, all skull, no brain?"
"You!" The War God glared angrily: "Cheng Tianpu, every time you have to mention my skull, I've tolerated you long enough!"
Jin Binghuan stepped forward, flexing his wrists: "Be confident; we're indeed insulting you!"
"You're courting death!" The War God, enraged, brandished his weapon—a wooden spear with a tip that glistened with rainbow hues like oil on water.
Just as they were about to clash, the Young Emperor suddenly said: "Wait, someone's coming."
The commanders tensed, worried that this time it might be Li Zheng himself.
Though unclear why Li Zheng hadn't appeared yet, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Phoenix Mountain hadn't been captured, and without leverage, everything would be lost if Li Zheng arrived.
"There are quite a few; a few hundred!" Abe Akizo turned to look, concerned: "Could it be an elite team from Kunlun and Nine Heavens has arrived?"
They were on a tiger's back, desperately seeking a slim chance of survival, unable to afford a lethal stroke.
With just Phoenix Mountain, they were already busy; if hundreds more came, they'd have to surrender on their knees.
Unexpectedly, those who appeared wore masks, each mask adorned with a grim blue face and fierce fangs, incredibly terrifying.
Ahead of the group was someone only 1.5 meters tall, wearing a purple floral kimono, who drew a samurai sword from his waist and waved forward: "Kill!"
Everyone behind him pulled out a variety of weapons, charging at the Six Great Legions Alliance without a word.
"Aren't they Mud Furnace people?" The Throne of the Gods commander was astonished, initially thinking the kimono-clad leader was someone called in by Creation and High Celestial Plain, but unexpectedly, they wielded their weapons against the Six Great Legions!
Cheng Tianpu's gaze shifted, staring at the immobile figure who issued the command, pondering: "This person's height and build look familiar. I feel like I've seen them before."
Jin Binghuan tilted his head: "A disciple of the Yagyu Dojo, Misaka Tsuchiemon?"
He had previously challenged many top-ranked masters in the channel, Misaka Tsuchiemon being one of them.
"A disciple of the Yagyu Family?" Abe Akizo pondered, sending a few private messages, then reporting to the Young Emperor: "The personal disciples of Yagyu Dojo are all in Creation. Should we arrange to go over there..."
"Sure." The Young Emperor nodded: "Make sure to capture him!"
Anyone who emerged to be against them at such a moment must have an indistinct connection with Li Zheng. The more leverage in hand, the more confident in negotiating with Li Zheng.
"Got it, I'll arrange it." Abe Akizo sent out the orders through private messages.
Soon, not far from them, three young men with similar appearances exchanged glances, drew their weapons, and charged towards Misaka Tsuchiemon.
"Misaka Tsuchiemon!"
As they approached, the middle man angrily rebuked: "Our Yagyu Family has never been unkind to you; whatever you wished to learn, we taught without reservation. I never thought you would dare to betray us!"
They had grown up with Misaka Tsuchiemon since childhood; a mere mask couldn't conceal his identity.
Misaka Tsuchiemon turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the three faces: "Yagyu Chiyu, where's your brother Yagyu Cangyue?"
"Cangyue didn't join Creation. He's not here." Yagyu Chiyu asked: "Why are you looking for him?"
"He's not here, huh." Misaka Tsuchiemon shook his head in disappointment: "Such a pity, he escaped unscathed. But with you three brothers here, that's not bad; I'll collect a token interest then."
Upon hearing this, Yagyu Chiyu's face changed, shouting coldly: "Misaka Tsuchiemon, what do you mean?"
"What do I mean?"
Misaka Tsuchiemon chuckled, his laughter growing louder until it turned into hearty laughter, nearly bringing tears to his eyes: "Do you really have the nerve to ask me? Don't you know what your brother Yagyu Cangyue has done?"
Seeing the confused faces of the Yagyu brothers, a wave of melancholy washed over Misaka Tsuchiemon: "You actually forgot? Let me remind you, do you remember a junior sister at the Yagyu Dojo named Yuanfei Yuluo?"
"Yuanfei Yuluo?"
Yagyu Chiyu suddenly recalled: "Isn't she the little wench who almost got favored by Cangyue but resisted to death? You betrayed us for her?"
"Little wench?" Misaka Tsuchiemon said coldly: "You dare call my sister that? And... that was damn not favoring; it was rape! Fuck your mothers!!!"
Clang!!
The blade gleamed sharply as Misaka Tsuchiemon lunged like an arrow at the three, his samurai sword targeting Yagyu Chiyu's neck directly.
...
"Misaka Tsuchiemon!"
Yuanfei Yuluo watched the live broadcast, the not-so-tall figure appearing in the corner, the fury within her eyes almost palpable, almost bursting forth.
"Too bad I don't have a Space Jumping Device to personally end you!"
