Chapter 125: Gotta Talk to the Wife About This

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on the Eastern Peak Summit looked at each other in terror.

In the Azeroth Continent, Magic Traps were not common goods sold on every street corner. Magic Traps could only be crafted by advanced Mages of Four-Star Level or above. Besides consuming Magic, making a Magic Trap required a large amount of rare and precious magical materials. What made it even more egregious was the incredibly low success rate. However, once completed, a Magic Trap’s power was nothing to scoff at. Used correctly, its lethality could even rival that of a Mage of the same level.

Legends said that even Moon-level Experts and Sun-level Masters had been trapped and killed by some impossibly powerful Divine Level Magic Traps. Even vaguer historical records claimed that during the God and Demon War that changed the entire continent’s history, Magic Traps set by some super-strong magical beings had annihilated even powerful Deities possessing near-immortal lives.

Furthermore, anything with the word ‘trap’ included was generally linked to frightening words like mysterious, powerful, cruel, sudden, ambush, evil, bizarre, inescapable. This was especially true for Magic Traps. Those genius Mages developed all sorts of mind-boggling Magic Traps. Of the top ten assassinations and murders recorded in human history on the Azeroth Continent, at least nine could be linked to these artifacts.

So, hearing Sun Fei say the Eastern Peak Summit was already covered in Magic Traps, nearly everyone’s face changed color – even Paris and the Princess Royal were no exception.

However, someone quickly snapped back to reality.

“That’s impossible! How could you, a King of a flimsy Sixth-Class Vassal State, possess so many Magic Trap artifacts? Forget covering the whole mountaintop – heh, I bet you couldn’t afford even one Magical Artifact, even if you sold your entire Shampoo City!”

“Haha, exactly! And you claim the whole Eastern Peak Summit is covered by your Magic Traps? Who are you trying to scare?”

“I think he’s gone mad with anger…”

“He’s suffered such heavy injuries, lost so much blood… this Little King is dying. He’s delirious, doesn’t even know what he’s saying…”

Princes and envoys from the Shenhua Kingdom, Luneng Kingdom, and other minor vassal states behind Paris rushed to mock Sun Fei like know-it-alls, trying to curry favor with Paris. Of course, it also made the little courage they had left swell a bit. They’d been utterly terrified by Sun Fei’s Demon God-like performance earlier.

“Idiots! Go try it yourselves if you don’t believe me!” Sun Fei sneered.

These Magic Traps had been laid down secretly by Sun Fei after switching to [Assassin Mode]. There were at least fifty or sixty, all lightning and fire type Magic Traps. Although setting them up had consumed a fair bit of Sun Fei’s Magic points, doing so was effortless for him, requiring no precious magical materials. This overturned the common knowledge and laws of the Azeroth Continent, something others naturally didn’t know.

“Haha, try it? Then I will!”

A reckless fellow actually jumped forward. He was a guardian with One-Star Level Earth Elemental Combat Aura under Prince Dalei Wang of Shenhua Kingdom. Getting a nod from Dalei Wang, he jumped out with a disdainful tilt of his chin. He was sly, avoiding the spot where the earlier unlucky guy had been electrocuted into charcoal, choosing another direction instead.

But—

Woosh! Fwoosh!

He hadn’t walked more than a few steps before a raging column of fire erupted from the ground, instantly engulfing the unfortunate guardian. After a brief, agonizing scream, he fell into the flames and turned to ash. His One-Star Battle Qi offered no protection; he was killed instantly.

The crimson flames burned with an unnatural, eerie beauty, scorching the air itself. After the guardian was incinerated, his armor and weapons quickly melted into molten metal before vaporizing into mist. The temperature was horrifyingly high – these were genuine magical flames.

“How is that possible?!”

“Dammit! A fire Magic Trap!”

“Great heavens! Could he have been telling the truth?”

For a moment, the Princes who had been shouting the loudest earlier were dumbfounded. Seeing the sudden, terrifying crimson flames still burning, their expressions were like men seeing the Undead in broad daylight. There really was another Magic Trap! Was this dying Little King actually speaking the truth?

Especially Prince Dalei Wang of Shenhua Kingdom, who was practically scared witless. He had almost stepped out himself to expose Sun Fei’s bluff earlier. Luckily, a sudden idea made him send his personal guardian to test the path first. Otherwise, it might be him lying in ashes now.

Sun Fei swept his cold, sneering gaze over everyone, looking at them like they were a bunch of fools.

The enchanting woman, Paris, had already realized something. Her alluring eyes carefully scanned the surroundings inch by inch. Unfortunately, it was impossible to spot the Magic Traps by sight alone. Not even probing with Battle Qi senses could detect them. This was the terrifying aspect of Magic Traps – until actually triggered, the average person couldn’t sense their existence without special methods.

Paris waved at a yellow saber wielder beside her. Understanding, the man leaped high into the air, swinging his arm and releasing a six-to-seven-meter-long, blue Water Element Battle Qi blade aura.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the blade aura swept over a spot five or six meters away, numerous Magic Traps triggered simultaneously. Suddenly, countless streaks of silver lightning and crimson fire burst into existence, densely packed and roaring skyward, engulfing the saber wielder. Frantically circulating his Water Element Battle Qi for defense mid-air, he was still overwhelmed by the ubiquitous flames and currents. Though a Four-Star Warrior, he couldn’t hold out for long. Badly injured, he retreated in panic.

At this point, the expressions of everyone on the Eastern Peak Summit finally revealed genuine fear.

This scene irrefutably proved that every word the Little King – whose body carried an almost transparent bloody hole – had said was true. He had indeed silently covered the Eastern Peak Summit with countless Magic Traps. And they weren’t exactly low-powered ones. With such sheer numbers, anyone below Four-Star Level had no chance of charging off the mountaintop.

Many felt a strange sensation – if not for his severe injuries, this Little King might have actually surpassed both the Princess Royal and Paris, becoming the ultimate victor in today’s fierce struggle.

“Don’t worry, I have an idea. Seize him first! This guy must have left a safe path for himself.”

From the crowd, [The Butcher] Sandero, who had previously disguised himself as Modric, finally showed a flash of intelligence, hitting upon the key point. Seeing Sun Fei grievously injured and near death, he seized this golden opportunity to show off in front of Paris. With a flicker of movement, he rushed out from the crowd.

Paris tensed, but ultimately said nothing.

This Little King had become increasingly inscrutable to her. She’d never felt so confused and astonished before. Before making a final decision, having [The Butcher] Sandero test the waters might be prudent.

A fierce wind screamed.

[The Butcher] Sandero was a Four-Star Fire Element warrior. Swinging his palms, crimson Battle Qi erupted, transforming into a roaring Dragon that surged towards Sun Fei, bringing a tidal wave of scorching heat.

Sun Fei dodged nimbly to the right, easily avoiding [The Butcher]’s killing strike.

Then, his next action almost shattered [The Butcher] Sandero and everyone else:

He gently opened his palm, revealing a small red potion. He downed it in one gulp. Instantly, the horrifying wound left by the white-clad Assassin’s special claws on his body began to heal at a visible speed. Threads of fresh, bloody flesh wriggled into being, weaving together and sealing the hole. In less than a dozen breaths, the wound on Sun Fei’s body had completely vanished. He stood restored to his peak condition.

[The Butcher] Sandero’s face instantly looked like it had been slapped hundreds of times by a shoe sole coated in dog excrement – utterly darkened. He’d only dared to step out to seize an easy advantage because Sun Fei was badly wounded. Who could have predicted such an unimaginable turn of events?

Remembering how Sun Fei had instantly killed the white-clad Assassin, who was stronger than him, [The Butcher]’s heart clenched with terror. Forget losing face; he immediately turned and fled, prioritizing survival.

But Sun Fei wouldn’t give him that chance.

Sun Fei felt a deep disgust for this guy who liked to cosplay as others to assassinate people. Stomping the ground fiercely, he activated the Barbarian skill [Leap]. Transforming into an afterimage, he instantly caught up to the fleeing Butcher. His fingers hooked like iron claws, reaching for [The Butcher] Sandero’s shoulder…

“Hahaha! You took the bait! Die!”

Just as Sun Fei’s fingers were about to clamp down, Sandero’s eyes darted, unable to hide his triumph. He suddenly laughed wildly, stopping his escape and whirling around. His fists struck like lightning, propelled by an indescribably sharp, killing aura piercing towards Sun Fei.

This aura was abnormally fierce, capable of shattering anything, carrying an overwhelming sense of sharpness. This level of might was absolutely impossible for a mere Four-Star Warrior like Sandero.

“Haha, I knew you’d pull something like this.”

Sun Fei twisted his body, defying reason by coming to an abrupt, impossible stop in the nick of time – shifting instantly from high speed to utter stillness. By the narrowest margin, he dodged Sandero’s pre-planned ‘return blow’. His descending fingers closed like iron shackles, effortlessly gripping Sandero’s arm. He yanked Sandero towards himself. The immense power instantly robbed Sandero of all control over his body, sending him hurtling forward helplessly…

“That’s impossible! How can you…”

Thud!

Before Sandero could finish, Sun Fei’s left fist smashed directly into his skull.

Brains and blood splattered violently in an instant, a gruesome sight. [The Butcher], who had nearly crippled two top experts from the Princess Royal’s side, died horribly on the spot without even a chance to scream or beg for mercy.

Sun Fei wiped his finger, picking two small silver rings from Sandero’s lifeless hand.

He had already noticed this [Butcher] possessed a strange, artifact-like weapon in his hands. This weapon could enhance and concentrate Battle Qi, instantly multiplying attack power several times. It was an absolute killer weapon for sneak attacks. It was precisely due to the amplification effects of these two silver rings that [The Butcher] had managed to severely wound both the [God of War] Arshavin and the purple-clad girl Purple Flame in a single strike earlier. With his mere Four-Star power, even if by ambush, how could he have inflicted such heavy wounds without them?

Giving [The Butcher] Sandero’s corpse a kick, Sun Fei flashed his Devil-like grin for the third time: “Ah, another one bites the dust! Always feels a bit better killing another.”

The experts on Paris’s side were nearly driven mad.

Playing possum! This was definitely playing possum! Who could have guessed this Little King possessed such miraculous healing potions? Such a severe injury healed instantly! And the result of yet another “unexpected” twist was another expert from their side turned into a cold corpse.

Under the golden sunlight, the Eastern Peak Summit looked more like Hell on earth.

Looking at the four headless corpses of He Shengzhen, Obina, the white-clad Assassin, and Sandero littered around Sun Fei, everyone felt like they were trapped in an absurd nightmare. What was happening? Why could a Little King, whose surface strength seemed at most Four-Star Level, suddenly rampage and casually slaughter three Four-Star experts and one Five-Star Level expert like they were chickens? Was the Lord God of War playing a cruel joke on them? If this truly was a nightmare, please let it end soon!

“Disable the Magic Traps! Let today’s matter end here!”

Paris stepped forward. The alluring smile was finally gone from this stunning beauty’s face. Her cold, jade-like expression radiated a breathtakingly cold beauty. She stared at Sun Fei for a long moment before letting out an unwilling sigh. “You won. You are today’s winner. Truly unexpected. Princess Royal and I schemed and prepared for such a long time for this confrontation… and the victor ends up being you… However, you also understand the current situation. Aside from myself and my two Four-Star Experts, I still have a Five-Star Mid-Level expert. Even with your countless Magic Traps, if we truly fought to the mutual destruction, you wouldn’t escape death either!”

Only Paris knew just how reluctantly she uttered these words.

She still had two Four-Star yellow saber wielders and one Five-Star Mid-Level sword Assassin at her side. Moreover, she herself was also a Four-Star Expert… In her view, if they truly chose to fight to the death, her side wasn’t entirely without a chance, though it might end in mutual destruction.

But she had already seen it – this whole affair was off-kilter from the start, far beyond her control. Setting aside how this Little King repeatedly shocked her nerves, Paris was far more worried about whether the eerily calm Princess Royal, standing afar like ice, still held hidden trump cards. Compromise was her only choice now. This insolent Little King who strutted like a scoundrel had already revealed every card she had to play. She had nothing left.

But—

“Haha, Auntie, finally surrendering?” Sun Fei grinned at the stunning woman. He thought very seriously for a moment, scratching the back of his head before replying: “Hmm… Well then… Gotta go check with my wife about this!”

He then did something that finally pushed everyone on the Eastern Peak Summit over the edge into full collapse.