Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

Chapter 782: Lockdown and the Final Trump Card

Facing Lin Yuʼs sudden rush forward, even though he saw no weapon in the opponentʼs hands, A-Yin didnʼt dare to let his guard down in the slightest.

The iron sword in his hand shifted, and then more flowing flames surged toward Lin Yu.

The long sword within the flames also slashed down!

However, Lin Yu directly ignored the flames this time, letting them fall on him!

As the flames landed on Lin Yuʼs body, a cyan glow emerged, and the enhancement from the [Ten Thousand Methods Daoist Banner] offset most of the damage.

Then...

Lin Yu reached out with both hands, seizing A-Yinʼs wrists, blocking his arms just before the iron sword could land, rendering A-Yinʼs long sword immobile.

Feeling his hands restrained, A-Yin immediately drove his knee toward Lin Yu, but this move was also anticipated by Lin Yu, who raised his own leg in response.

”Bam!”

Knee against knee, both men winced slightly in pain.

Stillerʼs figure once again struck like a ghost from the side, the short rod crackling with lightning as it was about to thrust into A-Yin.

”Isnʼt this woman afraid of getting electrocuted herself?”

A-Yin thought to himself as he watched, but he absolutely didnʼt dare to gamble on who could endure longer by taking that short rod hit.

”Rise!”

A-Yin muttered softly, and the direction of his Xuanji Transformation shifted once more, his skin instantly turning red.

He twisted his wrist at an impossible angle, the long sword pressing in repeatedly to force Stiller back, then an explosion of flames erupted around him.

The cyan glow defense on Lin Yuʼs body had just been broken and hadnʼt yet re-formed, so he naturally didnʼt dare to take the Daoist technique flames head-on, releasing his grip once more.

The moment his hands let go, A-Yin retreated at lightning speed, trying to put distance between them again.

But Lin Yu was only stalled for an instant; soon, the Speed Talisman was activated, and he pursued once more.

A-Yin concentrated, ready to counter Lin Yu, but in that instant...

”Whoosh!”

Ink exploded, mental energy surged—Hannah and Old Zheng struck together again!

His vision was blocked, and his mind was dazed for a moment.

By the time he came back to his senses, A-Yin found himself heavily slammed to the ground.

His left hand gripping the sword was firmly pinned down, while his leg was locked by Stiller in a cross-body armbar after she dove over.

He looked up at Lin Yu, who was stepping on his left wrist, the girl looking down at him from above as she once again drew the torch.

Then...

The pale flames ignited.

”Whew—impressive,” A-Yin exhaled. ”Even knowing all your tricks, I still couldnʼt win in a direct fight.”

Lying on the ground, he stared at the indifferent Zhu Ming, yet he didnʼt seem to be in despair or feel like he was going to lose.

”Oh? Still have a trump card?”

Lin Yu asked arrogantly.

”Of course. If it were only this much, the Hunyuan Dao Palace and the Demon-Subduing Martial School... wouldnʼt be the pinnacles of Daoist arts and martial arts in the Prison Mountain Realm.”

As A-Yin spoke, his heartbeat began to quicken.

Even though he had asked aloud, Lin Yu knew exactly what the other party was planning to do—in their previous sparring sessions, he had twice forced A-Yin into this state while using the alias ”May May”!

Whether it was the Hunyuan Dao Palace or the Demon-Subduing Martial School, both emphasized striking later to control the situation. Through extensive accumulation and practice of various techniques, they could select different moves and Daoist arts against different types of opponents, achieving the effect of countering anyone.

But...

There would always be opponents with no weaknesses—well-rounded adversaries who were hard to counter.

In a place like the Prison Mountain Realm, one might even encounter foes so bizarre and unpredictable, so powerful and hard to handle, that they defied conventional tactics.

Thus, for this very reason, the Hunyuan Dao Palace and the Demon-Subduing Martial School had both, coincidentally, developed a ”life-or-death” killer move.

The ”Arch” of the ”Xuanji Transformation” and the ”Behold the Mortal World” of the ”Demon-Subduing Nineteen Forms”!

The formerʼs effect was to release and ignite all of oneʼs true energy externally; the latter drove all of oneʼs blood vitality to concentrate an attack into a single point.

Using them together meant first self-destructing, then launching a sacrificial strike!

A double life-or-death gambit—even Lin Yu didnʼt want to face it.

However...

It was precisely because he was wary of A-Yin pulling this trick in a desperate situation that Lin Yu had chosen to restrain him at this moment.

Under the enhancement of A-Yinʼs ”Xuanji Transformation” technique, Lin Yu couldnʼt guarantee he could knock him out or throw him off a cliff, completely denying him the chance to use his life-or-death move.

But if he first restrained the opponent...

In the instant A-Yinʼs words fell and his technique began to circulate, Lin Yu had an opportunity to interrupt him.

Especially since Lin Yuʼs relentless offensive had already stirred up the one emotion A-Yin should never have when facing ”Zhu Ming.”

”Fear!”

Even if it was just a trace, Lin Yuʼs suicidal fighting style, his power far exceeding A-Yinʼs imagination, and those bizarre means that could swallow his sword tip still made A-Yin feel a bit of fear.

Otherwise, he wouldnʼt have chosen to retreat.

Of course, as the team leader of ʼOrder,ʼ A-Yin was already commendable enough.

Though he felt a hint of fear, he had perfectly overcome it, and it hadnʼt affected his fighting in the slightest—he could be considered extremely disciplined.

But in front of Lin Yu, who held the [Fear Torch]...

Not even a trace of ”fear” was allowed!

”Swoosh!”

The fear flames surged, and A-Yin involuntarily felt terror.

At that same moment, he saw Lin Yu raise his hand and release dozens of venomous snakes about to land on him!

The bright colors and long, slender forms instantly caused A-Yinʼs fear to spiral out of control.

”What?!”

In that instant, A-Yin himself generated a massive amount of fear!

External and internal fears intertwined...

”Damn it!”

A-Yin instantly lost his mind, completely unable to manipulate his technique.

And the moment his consciousness was swallowed by fear, the blazing white flames ignited.

”Rustle!”

The venomous snakes diving toward A-Yin in the air turned into a pool of ink and fell, and Lin Yu let out a long breath.

”Sure enough, heʼs really afraid of snakes...”

This was naturally the information seen through the [Fear Lens] during their previous sparring.

Add to that the fact that Lin Yu had already displayed all sorts of strange summoned creatures throughout the match, so A-Yin had no doubt the snakes were real!

With both factors combined...

A-Yin, within the flames, had completely fallen into uncontrollable terror, constantly being burned by the fear flames.

”Damn it! Damn it!”

A-Yin wanted to make one last desperate struggle... but...

How could he complete a life-or-death move while in a state of extreme fear?

A-Yin staggered to his feet, and Lin Yu slowly stepped back.

Though he hadnʼt lost consciousness and been judged defeated, A-Yin seemed to have no power left to resist.

In the spectator stands, the people from ʼOrderʼ all let out long sighs.

”Heʼs going to lose.”

Li Hua said with some regret in his sigh.

Beside him, Grandmaster also showed a look of disappointment.

”Yeah... he was too thoroughly outmaneuvered. There was no room for resistance at all.”

It wasnʼt just Grandmaster...

Tycoon, Wundt, Bi Fang, Diviner...

Almost everyone thought A-Yinʼs momentum was spent.

But on the field, as Lin Yu slowly retreated, he still didnʼt let down his guard.

”ʼArchʼ and ʼBehold the Mortal Worldʼ canʼt be used anymore... after using ʼFearʼ to seal off that trump card, which requires his life-or-death momentum to unleash...”

”Youʼll have to choose your other trump card, wonʼt you?”

Lin Yu thought to himself, and sure enough, A-Yin heavily fell to his knees.

This wasnʼt giving up the fight, but...

”Dao Ancestor above, I, the eleventh-generation disciple of the Hunyuan Dao Palace, request your command!”