Heroes Gather / One Against a Hundred ...

Everyone present was startled, and upon seeing the figure in the black mist, they recognized him as a white man with the air of an English aristocrat.

Zhe Luo's gaze swept over the hundreds of contestants, and he said in a low voice, "Gentlemen, it's normal for plans to encounter occasional setbacks, but if we, nearly a hundred contestants, unite, no matter how strong Lu Jun is, we definitely can't win."

After he finished speaking, the dozens of members from various countries quieted down a bit. Indeed, with hundreds of High-Order Mage joining forces, even one or two supreme mages of Super Rank would have to avoid their attacks.

Zhe Luo then added, "Besides, we both know we absolutely cannot win the championship if we don't eliminate Lu Jun first. In addition, he has plundered so many people's resources. If we can take him down, we'll become rich overnight."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts swayed by the situation and their own interests.

Someone asked in an international language, "What are you planning to do?"

"Don't worry." Zhe Luo smiled, clapped his hands, and said, "We'll handle the main attack, while you'll be responsible for containing the enemy."

Immediately afterwards, several more people emerged from the black mist behind him, leaving the other contestants in shock.

"This is... Yake from the United States, Ruidi and Qiaosen from Germany, and Saintess Asha Ruiya from Greece..."

Someone exclaimed and named several people, all of whom were core players from major powers, superstars of the National Mansion Competition, and whose combat power was a level above others.

Meanwhile, onlookers outside also witnessed this scene, their expressions varying.

People in most countries were overjoyed, saying, "Haha, let's see how arrogant this Chinese guy is. He'll be targeted by nearly a hundred other contestants now!"

"Good, good, good! Let's try to crush the China Team in one fell swoop, so they can't even get into the final showdown."

This was particularly upsetting for Chinese netizens, a complete reversal of their initial reactions. They protested angrily, saying, "Damn, this is outrageous! It completely violates the rules of the competition!"

Even the organizers of the competition hesitated and held an emergency meeting for a heated discussion.

In previous Treasure Hunt Competition, there have been instances of multiple competitors ganging up on each other, which is a normal phenomenon. The alliances and counter-alliances have actually created endless variations, adding a lot of fun and competition.

But this is the first time in history that Lu Jun has been besieged by all the contestants like a wild boss.

Regardless of the audience's complaints, all Chinese people understand that Lu Jun's elimination is inevitable; no one can withstand such targeting.

While Western netizens verbally praised the man's actions, they were also undeniably impressed by his overwhelming dominance. Facing a multitude of opponents alone, and never returning, he perfectly embodied the Western concept of superheroism.

Some even voiced their indignation, saying, "Oh my god, our fighter has no sportsmanship whatsoever. Surrounded by hundreds of people, even if he wins, he still loses. This shows he'll never be as good as Lu Jun."

Meanwhile, familiar viewers such as Tang Yue, Ding Yumian, and Lu Mei from Jiuzhou all frowned deeply, unable to help but worry about Lu Jun.

In the VIP room of Huaxia, a controversy also arose among several Super Rank mages. Zu Huiyin criticized, "Lu Jun is too vengeful. If he had only dealt with a portion of the Western National Government members who participated in the attack on our contestants, he wouldn't have provoked such public outrage."

Furthermore, upon seeing another scene where Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue, and Ailin were ambushed by more than a dozen people after a series of robberies, she remarked, "Mo Fan too; such banditry damages our country's image."

The Treasure Hunt Competition is now divided into two major battlefields, one large and one small. The large one is led by Zhe Luo, who has over a hundred people who plan to besiege Lu Jun. The small one is Mo Fan fighting alone against the remaining National Team contestants.

The China Team truly lived up to its reputation for single-handedly challenging other nations, causing the Treasure Hunt Competition to collapse.

In Zu Huiyin's view, none of this was necessary. It was a case of being too impatient to achieve the big picture. In order to win the championship, some minor details could be sacrificed. This was clearly the year with the best chance of winning the championship, but it turned out like this.

Upon hearing this, Shao Zheng was displeased and said, "Secretary Zu, that's not how it works. If others can do it, why can't we? I think Lu Jun is quite good; his counterattacks are fierce, and he's ruthless in dealing with the enemy."

"But what's the situation now?" Zu Huiyin retorted, accusing, "These two are disorganized and undisciplined, especially Lu Jun, who slaughtered the entire Lu Family before the competition because of a dispute over member quotas. His crimes are heinous."

Han Ji understood the implication in her words. As far as he knew, Lu Jun had killed Zu Jiming in the Ancient Capital, and coincidentally, she had a close relationship with Zu Huiyin. Moreover, Lu Zhantian's lineage in the Lu Family happened to be the political force she supported.

I suspect they're using this as an excuse to make a fuss.

"Secretary Zu," Han Ji said sternly, unable to sit still any longer, "You shouldn't criticize the National Mansion Captain like that."

Zu Huiyin sneered, "I think that given things have come to this, Lu Jun and Mo Fan will bear heavy responsibility, and will be punished after the competition."

Han Ji said righteously, "I am sorry to disagree, but the actions of Lu Jun and the other two are righteous and they have made great contributions to the Nine Provinces. No matter the outcome of this year's Venice Competition, they should not be punished. On the contrary, your secretary Zu should apologize to the two for his previous accusations."

Upon hearing this, Zu Huiyin was stunned, her face darkening as she said, "What?! I have to apologize to those two? Do they even deserve your protection?"

"I have my reasons." He took a deep breath. "By now, I think the truth about the Ancient Capital Undead Disaster should be revealed. I will unveil the mystery after the Treasure Hunt Competition."

Han Ji chose this time to announce it for two reasons: first, Lu Jun and Mo Fan's cultivation levels had soared, giving them enough strength to protect themselves; second, it was to dispel the negative public opinion surrounding their defeat in the competition.

Regardless of the reasons why Lu Jun and Mo Fan lost, their actions of abolishing the cultivation levels of members of the National Government and forcibly taking away contestants from other countries will inevitably cause great controversy.

Upon hearing this, Zu Huiyin felt uneasy. She had remained silent because Lu Jun was powerful, but now that she saw that the two were doomed, she jumped out and attacked fiercely by grabbing his braid.

Shao Zheng smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, anything is possible before the match ends."

The live stream chat had lost hope. While discussing the China Team's loss, some wondered if they could be called the uncrowned kings. The loss was truly regrettable and frustrating, especially considering the special honor they received from all the other participants, making it all seem legendary.

Those foreign netizens seem to agree with this statement.

They were secretly hoping the China Team would lose, yet they were equally disappointed.

At that moment, everyone stared at Lu Jun on the screen, suddenly frozen in shock.

On a certain plain, Lu Jun suddenly stopped flying, slowly landed on the ground, sat cross-legged on a boulder, closed his eyes to rest, and remained motionless. He slightly moved his lips and whispered, "Everyone, attacking together? Bring it on!"

"I will stand still and not move an inch. How can you flea clowns put on a show?!"

The words were conveyed to the outside world through the images and broadcast to hundreds of millions of viewers.

The entire crowd fell silent, a complex mix of emotions rising within them. Lu Jun seemed like a legendary hero, his whisper a declaration of war against the world, unafraid of any challenge!

For some reason, the faces of the high-ranking officials from various countries were slightly swollen; they were deeply ashamed.

Chapter 401 One Against a Hundred

Treasure Hunt Dimension.

When Zhe Luo led over a hundred members of the National Government to find Lu Jun, they were quite surprised. Instead of hiding or chasing after him, Lu Jun stood there imposingly, waiting for them to come to him.

Zhe Luo appeared before Lu Jun and said with emotion, "You truly deserve the title of the top student in the National Academy. It's a pity that your story is coming to an end today. Being besieged by so many people is quite fitting for your status."

On the boulder on the plain, Lu Jun sensed the movement and slowly opened his eyes. He saw Zhe Luo and a dozen others approaching openly in front of him, while behind him and to his left and right, Germany Ruidi, Yake, and Qiaosen led a few dozen scattered people to form an encirclement and close in.

Nearly a hundred people were scattered around the plains, creating a vast and inescapable trap.

Seeing this, Lu Jun showed no fear. After hearing Zhe Luo's words, he raised an eyebrow. The number one person in the Original Timeline of the National Government had personally admitted that he was far inferior to him. It really felt like the world had been turned upside down.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's fight!"

He suddenly stood up, a vast power rising from his body. The turbid sky was filled with ever- Feng Yun, and a blue-white sandstorm rolled up, obscuring the sun. With every gesture, he summoned "flying sand and stones," displaying the aura of a great Supernatural Power being.

A massive black cauldron floats in the eye of the vast wind, its center engraved with the mark of an evil spider, exuding an ominous and despairing aura. It is none other than the Qiankun Domain, the Hell Furnace.

Furthermore, a vast expanse of water overflowed beneath him, rapidly expanding into a massive, deep black vortex. Layer upon layer of black waves surged forth, and abundant moisture permeated the air, making the ground damp, as if swept by a monsoon.

Northern Darkness Domain, actively attaching itself to the Sea Abyss.

Waaaaah, splash splash!

Lu Jun stood at the midpoint between heaven and earth, with the sky a bluish-white storm and the earth a pitch-black Sea Abyss, like a majestic natural deity, wielding the immense power of climate and all things, and unparalleled in his power.

For a moment, hundreds of National Team athletes were shocked and hesitated to approach.

They knew Lu Jun's strength well. His most proficient Magic System was water and curses. He possessed top-tier techniques, a superior Soul Seed, a transcendent spiritual realm, and a high-level cultivation.

Zhe Luo's gaze was fixed on the Purgatory furnace. Knowing that nearly forty contestants from various countries were suppressed inside, he murmured, "Is this magic still the Intermediate Level Evil Spider Trap?!"

"Damn it!" Germany mage Ruidi realized the trick and cursed, "Level 5 low- Intermediate Magic, no wonder it's so powerful, far surpassing others of the same level. Does this guy have money to burn?"

"A whole system has forty-nine Servant Essence Soul and General Essence Soul! That's at least a billion bastards!"

With a calm expression, Qiaosen shouted at the wavering contestants around him, "Do you still want to back down now that things have come to this? Even if you leave immediately, he won't let you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, his Shadow Escape the shadows, leading the charge. While Shadow Escape, he controlled the stars, causing a surge of black mist to rise, threatening to engulf the Black Sea Swamp on the ground.

On the other side, Zhe Luo also moved, his arms outstretched, his green hair swaying, and his Wind Element Soul Seed domain unfolded, causing a huge white gale to surge up and sweep across the sky, trying to cover up the bluish-white sandstorm.

The two are Captain Germany and British Team, respectively, both at the advanced level three of the Shadow Element and Wind Element levels. They are formidable and both possess the combat power to pose a direct threat to Lu Jun.

In mid-air, with the Hell Furnace above his head and the Northern Darkness Sea Abyss beneath his feet, Lu Jun sensed that the Qiankun and the Northern Darkness Domain were showing signs of trembling.

That wasn't all. After a moment's hesitation, the hundred contestants from various countries unleashed a flurry of magic to test the waters. Countless Primary Magic, including dark blue frost, purple raging lightning, dim yellow sharp earth spikes, and blazing flames, swept in densely, overwhelmingly, like a colorful torrent of magic.

Rumble!

Lu Jun was besieged by hundreds of High-Order Mages for a moment before he realized the immense pressure, like Mount Tai.

This is different from when he swept through two thousand Elementary Mage at the Pearl Academy. At the advanced level, everyone is a genius with a variety of methods and nine skills. They are not small fry who can be easily killed, but rather a group attack.

It should be noted that in the original story, Mo Fan had Super Rank two levels and even mastered Supernatural Power, making it quite difficult for him to fight against Parthenon's forty high-level Blue Star Knight.

Now he is under even greater pressure, arguably facing his biggest challenge yet.

"The Sea Abyss! The Forge!"

Lu Jun let out a low roar, and the black furnace above his head and the black vortex beneath his feet suddenly erupted with a vast devouring force. The colorful torrent of magic was pulled and changed direction, pouring into the two abysses as if it were a mud ox entering the sea.

Hmph! He forced himself to take the hit, feeling as if the Hell Furnace and the Sea Abyss Vortex were about to burst. The feedback caused his spirit and energy to be impacted, his blood to churn, and he let out a muffled groan.

Within a radius of several kilometers centered on Lu Jun, two major domains clashed with countless magical attacks. Some aftershocks leaked out, and the aura of destructive magic raged. A violent energy surge ripped up the top three feet of soil, and dust and rubble turned to dust in the dazzling Sea of Light.

With a loud crash, the grassland was leveled, turning into a large, sunken white expanse.

Even so, nearly a hundred High-Order Mage stared in disbelief, as if they were looking at a monster. Their combined firepower was no less than that of an army of mages numbering several thousand, yet the opponent stood motionless.

Zhe Luo said sternly, "Don't be afraid. He's struggling now. He won't be able to take it a few more times. Don't stop him and give him a chance to catch his breath."

Bang bang bang!

As he spoke, he hovered in the void, surrounded by a sea of white light, controlling one powerful and fierce tornado after another to strike the vast sea of sand above. Each strike caused the air to explode and a large amount of airflow to dissipate.

Meanwhile, the Qiankun Domain churned violently, and the ripples it created visibly shrank, reducing the vast expanse of hundred-foot-long radiant light by half.

Everyone's expression hardened, and they quickly began casting spells without stopping for a moment, as a vast torrent of magic swept in once again.

Lu Jun's eyes Killing Intent. He didn't retreat an inch, activating the Hell Furnace to block the way in front of him.

Thump!

With a deafening roar, the dark red Hell Furnace flew dozens of meters high, its shape completely deformed. Its surface became pitted and uneven, no longer recognizable as a furnace, but rather like a tangled ball of hemp thread.

The Hell Furnace had absorbed too much magical energy and was on the verge of collapse.

But Lu Jun wasn't in a hurry; instead, he gave a strange, cold laugh.

A series of screams suddenly erupted from the Hell Furnace, a jumble of sounds overlapping—some roaring and cursing, some begging for mercy and groaning, some threatening and bribing.

"Damn it, are you torturing us? Do you really want us to die?"

"You're making an enemy of the whole world; the forces behind me won't let you get away with this."

"Big brother, let me out. I was wrong."

The crowd gasped in astonishment, and the athletes from various countries were utterly astonished.

"Wait, I think I just heard Hannah's voice."

"I heard it too, it's Pilos from my team!"

Qiaosen, Zhe Luo, Yake, and the others' expressions changed, and they quickly stopped them, saying, "Everyone, stop the magic immediately!"

"Hahaha!"

Lu Jun laughed loudly, took a step forward, and said with a bloodthirsty and ferocious expression, "Go ahead and continue if you dare."

Chapter 402 Unleashing a Bloodbath

On the plain, everyone looked terrified and took a step back in unison.

Germany captain Qiaosen suppressed his anger. "Damn it, this guy is using our players as hostages!"

The United States team member Yake, roared defiantly but inwardly weakly, "You're shameless! Don't you dare drop the oppressors immediately..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun laughed angrily, "Ridiculous! Aren't you shameless to gang up on me?"

After he finished speaking, everyone was speechless, looking at each other in bewilderment, unsure of what to do next.

Lu Jun's expression was cold. Since his opponents were attacking him without any sense of martial ethics, he didn't need to worry about any methods. This was the source of his confidence to stand alone against all the heroes.

Buzzing! The next moment, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. With a thought, he released the two great ghostly demons of Qiankun, and two evil shadows appeared behind the two contestants like ghosts.

The White-clothed female ghost wielded a massive earthen club and slammed it down, striking a blonde, blue-eyed woman on the back. A large expanse of greyish-white light spread out, freezing the woman into a stone statue.

The black-robed demon, wielding a scythe, hooked it into the chest of a black man from the France team. The wind blade sliced open a long, narrow gash, and blood gushed out.