Chapter 66: Breaking the Prison (5)

Chapter 66: Prison Break (5)

"Roar!" A frenzied roar burst from Haley's throat, unleashing a thick wave of raw power.

His burly, berserked physique churned up ripples of energy fluctuations amidst the roaring sound, and with a single stomp of his foot, the earth trembled violently.

With a single punch thrown forward, ring after ring of energy halos surged toward his opponent like visible sea waves.

"Spirit of the wind, drifting freely through space, lend me your power temporarily... Wind Barrier!"

In the distance, Huey chanted in a low murmur, and an invisible barrier of wind had already enveloped both him and his puppet.

However, the immense power of an Earth Warrior could not be blocked by a mere wind barrier. Those surging rings of violent pressure slammed into the wind barrier like ocean waves crashing against a mud hut, easily scattering the power of the wind element.

Haley's strength was immense, formidable, and heavy. As a pure power-type warrior, the Lion King Haley loved using his iron fists to pound, shatter, and ultimately pierce through the chests of any obstacles standing before him.

Compared to Haley, Cahill's previous Iron Roar was practically child's play.

Haley's fighting style was simple, direct, yet devastatingly effective—either he killed his opponent before exhausting his stamina, or he was killed by his opponent afterward.

"Shield form." The four chilling words slipped from Huey's lips.

The right arms of five Vajra Puppets simultaneously morphed into massive metal shields, moving to intercept Haley.

The iron fist, carrying a violent surge of force, slammed heavily into one of the Vajra Puppets. Fist and shield collided, bursting into a turbulent, expanding wave of air.

Amidst the swirling shockwaves, the first Vajra Puppet's shield was hammered out of shape, its heavy body sent flying backward through the air.

With its momentum unchecked, the iron fist struck the second Vajra Puppet once again.

Following a continuous series of deafening bangs, the Vajra Puppets were knocked flying one after another. Although history had never recorded any puppet other than the Troll God capable of contending with high-level warriors, Huey had certainly never witnessed a combat method like this, where puppets were repeatedly smashed away by sheer flesh and blood.

Individual puppets were never a match for human warriors simply because they lacked the ability to freely utilize combat techniques the way humans did. Yet Haley was an anomaly among warriors.

He almost entirely discarded technical combat, appearing even more mechanical than the puppets, relying purely on brute muscle and battle aura to crash forward head-on. His strength was so astonishing that he could send the Vajra Puppets flying one after another, causing everyone watching to tremble.

Behind Haley, some of the guards even began to loudly cheer and applaud.

When all five Vajra Puppets had been beaten back, Huey's figure was completely exposed to Haley's view.

Gathering blinding electric arcs that flickered like nine days of thunder, Haley's fists erupted with dazzling lightning.

"Nine Mountains Heaven-Shattering Fist!" Haley roared up toward the sky, and a fierce, razor-sharp fist radiance charged forward, carrying the roar of howling winds and thunder straight toward Huey.

A flash of icy coldness crossed Huey's eyes—a look of astonishment at his opponent's extraordinary display of power—followed by a low grunt that sounded like the voice of death. Suddenly, a crystal-clear, teardrop-shaped peculiar object appeared in his hand. He stepped back lightly, and the teardrop lingered suspended in the air. Sensing the overwhelming destructive force surging toward him from the front, it burst into thousands of intense flashes of light, instantly generating a wall of crystal.

The Crystal Wall: this was an alchemical item Huey had specially crafted after receiving guidance from Bryan Buckler, designed to overcome the drawback of alchemists being unsuited for direct combat. It could generate a crystal-like wall at a designated location, capable of blocking all energy attacks.

The ferocious Nine Mountains Thunder Strike Punch slammed into the Crystal Wall, sparking a sky full of colorful fireworks. The turbulent, irresistible force of the fist was actually halted by this tiny, transparent wall.

Yet, it was only at this moment that Haley truly demonstrated the formidable extent of a Berserker's power. Without retreating an inch, he struck the crystal wall three heavy blows in rapid succession, each punch sending shimmering, iridescent ripples pulsing outward.

When the ripples of the third punch slammed into the crystal wall once more, a visible crack formed at the very center of Haley's impact point. Then, like a bullet piercing through glass, a countless web of fractures radiated outward in all directions.

With a crisp snap, the crystal wall shattered into a mist of ethereal powder and stardust, dragging the entire open space around Haley into the vortex of this violent hurricane storm amid a flurry of cracking sounds.

The crystal wall had been completely pulverized.

However, the appearance of the crystal wall had not been without value.

At the very same moment, the five Vajra Puppets that had been sent flying reassembled and surrounded Huey once again, sealing him off impenetrably.

The shields on the puppets, warped and deformed by Haley's heavy blows, gleamed with a peculiar metallic sheen, shifting through a kaleidoscope of colors before slowly returning to their original shapes.

Haley's eyes flashed with astonishment. "变形ing puppets, and a crystal wall that could withstand three of my punches. Huey Gleir, your alchemical prowess far exceeds my imagination."

Blood was still streaming profusely from his back, yet he acted as though he felt nothing at all, glaring fiercely at Huey. "You rat, who only knows how to hide behind his puppets—did you think this would stop me? Or did you think that was the extent of my full power? You haven't yet witnessed the true terror of combining a Berserker's frenzy energy with battle aura!"

"Ascension Frenzy!" Haley roared toward the heavens, a cry that pierced the clouds and left a trail of brilliant lingering echoes across the heavens and earth. A surging, majestic wave of force erupted from his body, sweeping out circle after circle of astonishing shockwaves. His muscles, previously as thick and hard as iron blocks, swelled even further, while the battle aura that had been flaring outward now contracted, as if condensing entirely into those massive bulks of muscle.

The exceptionally long scar left behind by the Undead Fiend Rat's tail-swipe spontaneously burst open at this moment, splitting into a wide gash. However, blood no longer sprayed; instead, fresh flesh began to regenerate rapidly.

A frenzy possessing automatic regenerative capabilities? Could this be the advantage of combining battle aura with the berserk state?

Huey was not the only one in this world capable of creating unique combat abilities; a growing sense of excitement ignited in Huey's eyes.

"How many times can you berserk?" Huey suddenly asked.

Haley was slightly startled, but still answered, "Three times."

"Use your highest-level frenzy as well. A true battle shouldn't be fought holding back," Huey said with a slight smile.

He began to chant that spine-chilling incantation: "Intersection of time and space, tight union of the great wheel and the lock, window of vertical and horizontal spacetime, ethereal and uncertain door, manifest for the summoner, open up, world of illusion and reality... Void Slash!"

Void Slash: ever since he used it in the Lanya Grand Theater and Fourteenth Avenue to kill Aburit and injure Cahill, this unique spatial-transfer ability had become Huey's signature move.

Haley had naturally heard that Huey Gleir possessed a spell capable of freely executing spatial teleportation within a small area.

Excitement flared in his eyes, and Haley unleashed a mighty roar that shook the heavens: "Advanced Frenzy!"

Amidst that furious, heaven-shaking roar, countless air vortexes burst outward from his body, whipping up vast clouds of dreamy, hazy dust. It felt as though spacetime itself was shaking and trembling, while Haley's gigantic, burly figure grew faint and indistinct within the swirling fog.

In the primary Beast Frenzy, Haley turned his body into genuine steel, rendering even the indomitable destructive power of the fiend rat virtually negligible against him.

In the intermediate Frenzy, Haley gained even greater strength alongside automatic regenerative capabilities.

Yet, the advanced Frenzy did not focus primarily on boosting strength. On the contrary, his contracted battle aura flared outward once more, forming a massive force field across the entire space surrounding Haley, fusing himself completely with this domain.

It was as if this very domain was an extension of Haley's own might...

"Fight me to the death, boy!" The giant shook out a formidable aura of battle intent from within the hazy mist. Amidst the churning, clamorous rage of the storm, Huey could feel the opponent's wind pressure cutting into his skin with a stinging pain.

This fellow was truly terrifyingly powerful.

Buckler had been entirely correct: a true warrior used his own body as the ultimate defense and physical strength as the finest offensive weapon.

A warrior was undoubtedly the most terrifying and troublesome opponent to face in one-on-one combat.

Yet, facing such a formidable adversary, the blood in Huey's heart began to burn.

This was his first time engaging in such close-quarters combat with a powerhouse of this caliber. There was no retreat, no evasion—he would fight to the death!

A bloodthirsty fanaticism flickered in his eyes as Huey muttered softly, "No matter what, you are an opponent worthy of respect."

"Winds gather into form, charging into blades, dance... Blade of the Hurricane, Inverse Cross Impact!"

Two intersecting cross-shaped hurricane blades shrieked with the wails of the Grim Reaper, tearing through the force field and slashing toward the tall, burly giant hidden within the mist.

Someone once said that half of the danger in Spark Prison lay within the Disciplinary Ward, while the remaining half belonged to the more than ten thousand inmates.

Others said that half of the terror in the Disciplinary Ward resided in six individuals, and the remaining half in the other fourteen.

These six individuals were known in Spark Prison as the Six Heavenly Kings.

Earth Bear Denan, a native of Manai Town in the Kampu Prefecture of the Lance Empire, an 8th-level Earth Warrior.

Flame Leopard Cleo, a native of the Nozz Prefecture of the Lance Empire, an 8th-level Earth Warrior.

Spirit Ape Ike Bevan, hailing from the Frank Empire, a 7th-level Ocean Warrior.

Gale Wolf Daniel Ironmonger, hailing from the Blood-Red City of the Lance Empire, a 6th-level warrior.

Demon Serpent Tina, hailing from the Eastern Continent, a 4th-level Dark Mage and 3rd-level warrior.

Wild Tiger Crispin Boland, hailing from the Lance Empire's capital of Welington, a 9th-level Sky Warrior, and the only Sky Warrior in the history of the Lance Empire to suffer imprisonment.

And now, the simultaneous jailbreak of the Six Heavenly Kings inflicted a devastating and massive blow to Spark Prison.

"Bang!" A violent crash resounded!

A thick iron grate was ripped out raw by the giant bear-like man named Denan, hurled toward three demonic spirits charging fiercely from afar.

The heavy iron grate knocked those rushing demonic spirits back into the air, eliciting ugly shrieks.

However, these creatures from the abyss of hell possessed an extraordinarily fierce will to fight. The moment they hit the ground, their ugly, ferocious faces spat out scarlet tongues toward the invading prisoners, emitting unpleasant wails.

Then, using their powerful leaping strength, they propelled themselves back into the air, curling their entire bodies into balls. Countless blade-like bones formed spinning wheels of light that attacked the prisoners.

This was a special attack method unique to demonic spirits. Having been trained to possess the combat strength of 5th-level warriors, every single one of them could launch suicidal attacks with such fearless abandon, and the spinning attacks of countless blade arrays were enough to carve out a space where life was torn to shreds.

"I'll take them!" A clear female voice rang out—it was the woman named Tina.

She suddenly threw both hands forward, and countless fine black threads emerged from her palms:

"In the name of the Dark King, Dark Binding!"

A massive amount of black bubbles suddenly popped into existence in the air, resembling boiling water in space, forming a bizarre sea of dark clouds and mist. Countless black threads spawned automatically, blanketing the entire space like a spider weaving a web.

The crazily spinning blade array fell into this web, resembling insects trapped in a spider's trap, firmly ensnared as their momentum instantly ground to a halt.

Dozens of figures rushed successively into the dark mist, their shackles flashing, the light of battle aura blazing as they engaged in a desperate fight to the death against the immobilized demonic spirits. From within the mist came the occasional shrill, eerie cries of the demonic spirits, punctuated by muffled grunts from the men...

Moments later, the mist dispersed, and the three 5th-tier demonic spirits lay on the ground, hacked into countless pieces of meat.

A group of fierce, savage outlaws stood there, expressionless and drenched in blood.

With the death of the final three demonic spirits, the battle in the Disciplinary Ward had concluded.

The jailbreak alarm still echoed insistently in the air, but it was already useless in this area.

"Clang!" With a crisp chime, the man known as the Monkey pulled a blade-chain-like spine out from the body of a demonic spirit, flicked it lightly with his hand, and praised, "Now I've got a weapon."

"Well said, Daniel." Clamping a guard's neck with his two severed legs and sitting atop the guard's head, Crispin Boland smiled. "Huey Gleir said these demonic spirits could provide us with better weapons, and I never expected it to actually be true. They look quite tough."

"Huey Gleir..." The name echoed simultaneously from the lips of every prisoner.

Who on earth was this youth? Why did he possess such miraculous alchemy, and how could he calculate everything with such pinpoint precision?

Such doubts arose in everyone's minds simultaneously.

"What should we do next? Charge straight out? Or kill everyone here?" the wild outlaw known as the Fierce Wolf asked Boland.

"Huey is helping us clear the outside; we're responsible for cleaning up the inside. Raid the other three districts and release all the prisoners—that's the promise I made him."

"Let's go to the High-Security Ward first. I'm going to personally slaughter that bastard Amur!" the woman named Tina suddenly declared, fire burning fiercely in her eyes.

"There's no need to go to that trouble. They're... already here," Crispin Boland said abruptly.