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Chapter 298 - 275 Barbaric

Chapter 298: Chapter 275 Barbaric

"What have you done?!"

Naruto scanned the mountain of corpses and sea of blood on the platform, his voice trembling with extreme anger, "Killing people with no burden of conscience..."

"People? Don’t joke around,"

With no psychological burden, Gouchen casually waved his hand, recalling the two Iron Swords, floating behind him, and sneered: "Just a bunch of toys, actually taking themselves for humans."

Players are a rather complex group, with different attitudes towards the scripted world.

Some treat the scripted world as a second life, trying their best to play the role assigned by the killing field;

Others treat the scripted world like a treasure trove—pillaging at will to strengthen themselves;

And like many players, Gouchen views the scripted world as just a game.

Within the game, players can abandon the moral constraints of the real world and act according to their deepest desires, sometimes not for profit, but for fun.

In strategic games, gaining territory and power, killing close relatives for ambition, rewriting history, turning billions of aliens into luncheon meat;

In simulation games, treating civilians as mobile human organ storage, playing the Myanmar North simulator;

In open-world games, home invasions, kidnappings, engaging in daily dramas, "I don’t eat beef"...

In Gouchen’s view, the multitudes of beings within the scripted world were no different from NPCs in games, merely lower life forms.

Their existence was solely to serve those born superior with the Summoner identity.

Merely ants.

At this point, there was no need for further communication.

Kurosaki Ichigo quietly removed the Soul Cutting Sword from his back and launched a Crescent Moon Sky Strike in the form of a Curved Blade without a word.

Buzz—

Gouchen, hovering in mid-air, laterally shifted, narrowly avoiding the blade’s light. The Crescent Moon Sky Strike landed on the concrete wall surface, tearing open a deep crack.

The roar echoed along the subway tunnel,

Gouchen raised a hand to his cheek, where a cut had been opened just below the earlobe by the residual energy of the blade’s light, bleeding droplets of fresh blood.

He tasted the familiar metallic flavor of blood on his fingertip, mouth curving into a sick smile. Instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping on air, Instant Teleporting onto the platform.

The two long swords, following him like Floating Cannons, automatically flew out, one aiming for Mr. Fantastic’s neck, the other his waist.

As the saying goes, it is better to break one of his fingers than to injure all ten. Among City Hall’s three heavy hitters, the weakest was this rubber man, Reed Richards, who had taken Lu Fei’s place.

It wouldn’t be wrong to finish him off first.

At the critical moment, Mr. Fantastic’s head retracted into his chest like a turtle, dodging the short sword’s sweep,

and at the same time, his waist elongated and softened, swaying back like noodles to avoid the long sword.

"Seems like I’ve been underestimated."

With his head tucked in his chest, Mr. Fantastic also knew Gouchen’s attack deemed him the weakest, saying angrily and nasally, "Try this, rubber pistol!"

Pfft.

Li Cheng and Gray Rain, pretending to be dead on the ground, almost couldn’t hold back and began furiously criticizing in their minds.

Bro, that rubber pistol is clearly Lu Fei’s skill! You’ve taken his place and now you’re stealing his skills too, what a disregard for seniority?!

Mr. Fantastic, as a veteran superhero of Marvel Comics, first appeared in the early 1960s in the "Fantastic Four," a senior figure in the rubber man world.

One could see his arm swinging back, stretching to the limit then snapping back with force, the punch whistling straight towards Gouchen’s chest.

At the same time, Naruto and Kurosaki Ichigo by his side also struck simultaneously, blasting out Spiral Ball and Crescent Moon Sky Strike.

Facing the group attack, Gouchen’s eyes were cold, stepping back, his hands drawing an ancient and antiquated shield from void.

The shield, made of copper and iron, was dark in color, as tall as a man, an inch thick, square in shape, with faintly engraved writings on the back, almost erased by time.

[Item Name: Barbaric Guardian Shield]

[Type: Armor]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Defensive Power: Strong]

[Special Effect: Guardian Reflect. Upon receiving an attack, a counter-movement with the shield will reflect the attack. Reflective ability on energy attacks is superior to physical attacks]

[Consumption: Depends on the intensity of the attack received, at least 100 Spiritual Power Value]

[Cooling Time: Depends on the intensity of the attack received, minimum 10 seconds]

[Use Conditions: Strength attribute of at least 10]

[Note: Barbaric Guardian Shield can only reflect attacks from the front, unable to deflect area-wide indiscriminate attacks, or concept-based attacks]

[Note: This is a shield left behind by a transmigrator predecessor, detailing how he accidentally transmigrated to a Primitive Tribe, leading its people to hunt beasts, cultivate with Fire, create pottery and forge iron, build houses and boil salt, invent writing, establish city-states... Just when his progeny filled the hall and thought everything was on track, a report came that the sea was filled with densely packed, three-masted sailboats armed with muskets and cannons]

[Note: Ding ding ding, deflecting away the crow’s feet]

In both auction houses and back-alley black markets, armor of the same quality is always valued higher than offensive items.

This Perfect Quality [Barbaric Guardian Shield] was lent to Gouchen by his brother to help him survive this dangerous survival mission.

Cling!

Gouchen pushed the shield forward, reflecting the Spiral Ball and Crescent Moon Sky Strike back in their incoming direction simultaneously.