All-Round Tower King

All-Round Tower King

There is a fundamental difference between a 300th-floor limit and a 300th-floor residency.

Teacher Gu, the head of the security guards, and his four teammates clearly possessed strength far superior to the average guard.

Even the Mirror members who swarmed in from all directions, intent on drawing blood, could not last more than a few moves against the five of them, falling to the ground one after another, coughing up blood with shattered chests and abdomens.

After two rounds, Teacher Gu began to have the spare energy to assist in other directions, rescuing those companions below the 300th floor who were struggling to hold their ground due to insufficient strength.

However, Mirror had many members; excluding the twenty instantly killed by Wang Wen's ultimate move, there were still over a hundred left.

In contrast, the total number of guards, only forty-some, appeared very sparse.

Moreover, the individual strength of most of them was inferior to Mirror.

Teacher Gu could take down four or five Mirror members in a minute, but when he looked back, even more of his own side had fallen in the same amount of time.

The opposition even recklessly used World Tower area-of-effect items, grinding both friend and foe into pulp.

The number of guards decreased rapidly in just a few dozen seconds.

On the weakest side, a regular teacher had already been dragged out of the protective circle, his throat slit, twitching helplessly.

The group of students in the cafeteria, who had originally intended to watch the spectacle, were all stunned.

Living in an ivory tower, they had never imagined they would one day be so close to death.

Some female students in the crowd cried while calling the Regional Security Department for help.

As a result, once the Security Department heard it was Mirror from the Tiansheng Group, they hemmed and hawed, saying they had to report to their superiors before making a decision.

The students hung up and called their families for help.

This time there was a response; upon learning their children were in danger, the parents rushed over without a second thought.

Unfortunately, distant water cannot put out a nearby fire.

In this short time, another part of the guards' protective circle was breached, and Mirror members rushed into the crowd to slaughter, their expressions shifting between manic excitement and cold, emotionless stares.

They were then grabbed by the rushing Teacher Gu, who snapped their necks and tossed them out of the circle.

Seeing this scene, Wang Wen's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

His body was under immense pressure; having used his mental power continuously throughout the day, his brain was already overloaded.

He was no longer the world-renowned, peerless All-Round Tower King of that past life.

In fact, his starting point in that life had been very high; he had entered the First Consortium immediately after graduating from the academy.

Under the wings of the First Consortium, he could develop and grow with peace of mind, undisturbed by the outside world.

In this life, without the protection of the First Consortium, he truly saw how fragile the lives of those at the bottom were.

Did even a place like the academy not matter to large consortiums, to be slaughtered at will?

Wang Wen's fingers trembled, and he furrowed his brows, asking the person opposite him, "Are you not worried about the consequences of acting so ruthlessly?"

Shen Rushuang did not answer, focusing only on studying the first batch of fallen Mirror members on the ground, his tone filled with wonder: "A mental power master? Unexpected, truly unexpected. Everyone underestimated you, Wang Wen. You really have given me a huge surprise."

Wang Wen panted, feeling his spirit recover slightly, and said to him, "Call off your men. I will agree to whatever you want."

"Too late." Shen Rushuang pulled up a Mirror member who had taken a direct hit but was still breathing, and smiled at Wang Wen: "You can only kill tower climbers below the 200th floor; once they hit the 300th, you only wound without killing. It's a good thing I didn't give you time, otherwise, you would have been truly difficult to deal with, wouldn't you?"

"Hum!" Wang Wen's chatter was merely to conserve strength; as soon as his body felt slightly better, he acted immediately.

A visible horizontal tornado shockwave slammed straight into Shen Rushuang.

Shen Rushuang very smoothly lifted the still-breathing Mirror member to block the front, and his entire body was pushed away from the corridor by the shockwave, crashing heavily into the playground.

When the shockwave ended, Shen Rushuang stood up from the sandy ground in tattered clothes, casually threw away the broken human shield, and smiled at Wang Wen: "I'm still okay. Come again."

This time, not only was Wang Wen's nose bleeding, but the corners of his eyes were also seeping blood.

He bent over, supporting himself with his knees, his head splitting with pain, his body swaying and struggling to stand upright.

A nearby Mirror member saw this and was overjoyed, swinging a palm-blade down at his head.

"Bang!"

A puff of blue smoke drifted by.

The Mirror member's figure tilted; he touched his shot abdomen and sneered: "Using a gun? Looking down on me..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Before his words could fade, the gunshots rang out in succession. Wang Wen did not hold back, pumping an entire magazine of bullets into his body.

The terrifying thing was that, aside from dodging bullets aimed at his head, the opponent completely ignored the rest.

He let the bullets pierce his body, determined to trade his life for Wang Wen's, even if it meant slashing a blade into his heart.

Wang Wen sighed inwardly; no wonder the Security Department was so frustrated. Small-caliber firearms were truly powerless against tower climbers.

Unless a single shot could shatter the body, at this distance, they were not as useful as a mountain-cleaving blade.

He raised the small silver pistol to parry the incoming palm-blade.

Even though he used technique to deflect the force, his wrist still felt a wave of painful numbness.

The disparity in physical fitness between the two sides was quite significant.

Wang Wen did not retreat but instead surged forward, seizing the momentum to deliver a Sky-Piercing Cannon with a palm strike to the heart, a wrist flick to the armpit, and a lock on the waist.

This sequence of attacks, executed with tricky angles and precise positioning, left the Mirror member gasping for air and paralyzed down one side of his body; as he stood unsteady with his defenses wide open, Wang Wen pulled him into his embrace and finished him off with a ruthless and accurate Mountain-Crushing Lean.

The man rolled along with the force of the blow until he landed at the feet of Shen Rushuang on the sandy playground, his mouth agape, silent, spitting only blood foam before falling still shortly after.

Shen Rushuang glanced at the corpse by his feet, his smile finally faltering as he licked his lips with a sinister expression and said, "Not just a master of mental power, but a master of combat as well? It's hard to believe someone with this level of strength isn't a tower climber!"

Wang Wen looked at him, slowly and unhurriedly loading bullets into his pistol.

He then raised the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one fluid motion.

The bullet tore through the air toward Shen Rushuang's nose, but he easily dodged it by tilting his head.

"Bullying the small fry of Mirror who are only at the two or three-hundredth floor with a gun is one thing," Shen Rushuang shouted in a deep voice, "but do you even know what floor I'm on?!"

Before his voice had even faded.

The bullet that had already missed suddenly exploded right beside his ear.

A strange cloud of yellow mist erupted from the blast, enveloping his head.

Shen Rushuang's expression changed, and he hurriedly ducked low to avoid the yellow mist covering his face.

Just as his body lowered.

Several slender steel needles suddenly shot out from the corpse at his feet, flying straight toward his neck.

Shen Rushuang was terrified, but he unleashed an astonishing reaction speed, reaching out and snatching at the air several times to catch every single one of the steel needles.

Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, the needles in his hand sprouted cross-shaped spikes from their centers, instantly piercing his palms and leaving them dripping with blood.

Shen Rushuang gritted his teeth, pulled the steel needles from his palms, and backed far away from all the corpses, standing before Wang Wen and staring at him intensely: "A master of mechanism arts? Seeing this, I'm really not in a rush to kill you anymore! Whatever other tricks you have, use them all so this trip won't have been in vain!"

Wang Wen looked at his palms and shook his head slightly, saying, "Not just that, I'm also a master of toxicology."

Shen Rushuang looked down at his palms abruptly, where a patch of blue-black was rapidly spreading.

He let out a painful howl and waved his hands toward Wang Wen, appearing to be empty-handed.

Wang Wen's ears twitched, and he lightly dodged several times, causing brilliant flowers of flame to erupt not far behind him.

"Furthermore," he looked at Shen Rushuang and said softly, "let me tell you a secret: I'm also quite skilled at scientific decryption."

Shen Rushuang could no longer stand, collapsing to the ground while clutching his arm; watching Wang Wen walk closer and closer, he asked with great effort, "Who, exactly, are you?!"

"Mechanism arts, mental power, combat, toxicology, scientific decryption." Wang Wen walked up to Shen Rushuang, looking down at him from above: "I'm not sure what you call it here, but where I come from, people like this have a rather unpleasant name: All-Round Tower King."

BOOM!

Amidst an earthquake-like collapse, the ground where Shen Rushuang stood caved in entirely, as if a transparent prehistoric beast had stomped down hard right there.