Chapter 92: Complete Victory

Even though none of the three items he acquired could be used immediately, Han Li still unceremoniously collected them all.

Then he stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and looked at Jia Tianlong and the other members of the Wild Wolf Gang with a faint, enigmatic smile.

"Do you intend to sever your own meridians, or shall I personally send you to your end?" Han Li's tone was polite, yet his words left absolutely no room for negotiation for the Wild Wolf Gang.

Upon hearing these words, Jia Tianlong felt an intense chill, so profound that his entire face stiffened.

He continuously warned himself to remain calm, believing there had to be a way to counter this person. Yet, he instinctively wiped his face, revealing a forehead slick with cold sweat. Jia Tianlong forced a bitter smile, knowing that without even looking in a mirror, his expression was surely dreadful, perhaps even ghastly.

He painstakingly turned his neck, scanning the surrounding crowd. Everyone else, he observed, was pale, their faces contorted with terror, panic, and the sense of impending disaster. They stood transfixed, showing not the slightest hint of a fighting spirit.

Feeling utterly disheartened, Jia Tianlong glanced towards the Seven Mysteries Sect. He saw his arch-nemesis, Wang Juechu, gazing at him with the cold stare of one looking at a dead man. Most of the others bore expressions of vindication, as if a long-awaited revenge had finally been achieved.

Jia Tianlong felt a profound sense of bewilderment. His gaze unconsciously drifted beyond the dueling arena, settling on his supposed loyal subordinates gathered outside. Their expressions varied wildly: some appeared anxious, others indifferent, but a large number looked openly pleased, huddled together and whispering, clearly relishing in his predicament.

"No, I absolutely cannot die here! I must survive; I must continue to achieve my ambitions." It was unclear whose expression had sparked it, but a sudden glint of madness flashed in Jia Tianlong's eyes.

"Attention! Iron Guards, advance! Prepare the repeating crossbows! Everyone else, prepare the hidden projectiles!" Jia Tianlong suddenly channeled his internal energy and roared with all his might.

Jia Tianlong was indeed a formidable gang leader. His roar, imbued with internal energy, instantly revitalized the bewildered crowd within the arena, as if jolting them awake from a dream. Both the Wild Wolf Gang members and the experts from smaller factions suddenly found their courage, flexing their fists and preparing for a fight to the death.

Han Li frowned slightly, letting out a soft snort. Then, with his hands clasped behind his back, he slowly walked towards Jia Tianlong alone.

"It seems I'll have to exert a little more effort after all!" Han Li mused with a hint of self-deprecation.

"Fire!" The moment he saw his opponent step within the repeating crossbows' range, Jia Tianlong licked his parched lips and gave the command without hesitation.

Immediately, hundreds of dark, steel crossbow bolts rained down upon Han Li in a dense swarm, completely filling the small space in front of him, leaving no room to breathe.

An astonishing sight unfolded. Jia Tianlong watched as the young man, facing the incoming crossbow bolts, showed no fear. Instead, he gave him an eerie smile, and then his form began to blur. The arriving bolts passed straight through him without the slightest impediment, flying into the distance. In that instant, his body seemed to have become completely insubstantial. Then, in broad daylight, the figure wavered a few times before vanishing without a trace.

Jia Tianlong's face turned ashen. Just as he was about to caution his subordinates, Han Li abruptly reappeared merely a dozen steps away.

This time, without waiting for Jia Tianlong's command, the Iron Guards' repeating crossbows unleashed another chaotic volley of arrows. This barrage was mixed with hidden weapons like darts and sleeve arrows from other individuals, all of them swarming towards Han Li. To everyone's utter astonishment, the opponent once again vanished before their very eyes.

As Jia Tianlong stood frozen in a mix of fear and bewilderment, two piercing screams suddenly erupted from behind him. Startled, he quickly spun around.

Not far away, he saw two Iron Guards, standing close together, suddenly erupt into fiery figures. The young man who had vanished was now withdrawing his hands from their bodies. The instant his palms left them, the two Iron Guards disintegrated into ash. From the young man's hands, Jia Tianlong faintly discerned a flickering red light in his palms, a sight he couldn't identify as any known miraculous skill or secret technique.

The scene Jia Tianlong witnessed was a perfect demonstration of Han Li's mastery in combining both magic and martial arts. The red glow he held in his palm was precisely a small fireball from the 'Fireball Spell'.

Han Li's internal magic power flowed gently, restoring the fireball, which had considerably shrunk from use, back to its original size. His figure then vanished again, only to reappear instantly at the other end of the crowd, where he transformed another individual into a fiery inferno.

And so, Han Li flickered in and out of sight among the group. With each reappearance, a new victim emerged; no matter where his hand made contact, the person would instantly burst into flames and utterly vanish from existence.

Jia Tianlong stared blankly ahead, his eyes utterly lifeless, his face turning a ghastly pale gray.

In that brief span, more than half of his subordinates had perished. The survivors, each fearing for their lives, scattered in desperate attempts to escape. Yet, before the opponent's phantom-like movements, every single one was inexorably reduced to ashes.

By the time his last subordinate perished in the flames, Jia Tianlong was utterly numb.

He knew his continued safety was deliberate on the opponent's part, but now that he was the sole survivor, he fully expected the fire of death to descend upon him next.

Han Li did not make Jia Tianlong, the gang leader, wait any longer. After eliminating his last subordinate, Han Li showed no hesitation, instantly appearing behind him. As a 'courtesy', he used a full-power 'Fireball Spell' to send the great gang leader to his demise.

After Jia Tianlong met his end, Han Li clapped his hands together and softly murmured to himself, "It seems killing a few more people isn't too difficult. It would have been so much better if you had ended yourselves earlier! No pain. Now that I've had to do it personally, the sensation of being burned alive isn't pleasant, is it!"