59: Chapter 59 Everything was planned

A hydraulic press is a machine that utilizes Pascal's law for transmission via liquid pressure.

Pascal's law states that when pressure is applied to any point of an incompressible static fluid by an external force, this pressure increment is instantaneously transmitted to every point in the static fluid.

Using a simple law of physics, combined with some specially made earth blocks and water currents, Yang Bai constructed a water-based hydraulic press beneath his feet.

He only needed to step on the pedal, and that force would be amplified thousands of times, simultaneously reflecting onto Chen Yuhao.

This simple mechanical device allowed him to attack Chen Yuhao with giant stone blocks without needing to divert extra divine consciousness to control them.

Gradually, Chen Yuhao's arms began to bend and deform under the intense liquid pressure; even the Destruction Dragon Breath in his mouth was becoming unsustainable.

Boom!

A giant stone block smashed down, sandwiching Chen Yuhao heavily inside. The Destruction Dragon Breath was cut off, and ultra-high-temperature steam washed over the stone blocks.

“Taiyi Green Wood — Myriad Flowers Welcoming Spring!”

Yang Bai formed a hand seal, activating the wooden strips buried within the stone blocks. Countless flowering thickets sprouted from within.

The giant stone blocks were pushed apart by the flowering thickets, revealing the blood-soaked Chen Yuhao. At the same time, the growing thickets interlaced, trapping him firmly between the two boulders.

The next second, the ultra-high-temperature steam blasted directly onto Chen Yuhao's body, stripping the dragon scales and flesh from his frame, much like a high-pressure water gun descaling a fish.

Simultaneously, the blooming flowers scattered countless plant spores. Under the agitation of the steam, a green mist appeared around Chen Yuhao.

Seeing that the green spore mist had mostly formed, Yang Bai stopped [Water and Fire Duality]; this technique consumed too much energy.

“Yang Bai!!!”

Yang Bai's pause gave Chen Yuhao a brief moment to breathe. A golden light flashed in his pupils as he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Yang Bai raised a finger, a small white flame appearing at the tip. “What are you calling your father for?”

With a whistle, the small flame flew toward Chen Yuhao, igniting the flammable green floral spores.

The massive amount of floral spores ignited within the narrow space between the stone blocks. The result was self-explanatory.

“Boom!!!”

A massive explosion rang out, and the two high-strength concrete boulders were blown in half, flying off to the sides.

Dust rose across the field, obscuring the vision of everyone present.

Logically, after enduring close-quarters combat, high-temperature steam, boulder impacts, and a powerful dust explosion, even ten Level 9 deities would have perished there.

But the expression on Yang Bai's face did not relax; instead, it grew solemn. His hand gripped the hilt behind his back, slowly drawing an inch of the blade as gengjin sword qi swirled around him.

“Roar!!!”

A dragon's roar echoed through the heavens and earth. A gale rose, blowing away the surrounding dust to reveal the figure of a massive black dragon.

Chen Yuhao had already transformed into his full Destruction Dragon God state. This was his final trump card and his strongest form.

With both claws on the ground and his hideous dragon maw open, Chen Yuhao roared loudly, “Yang Bai, I will—”

Swish!

A brilliant golden light suddenly flared. Before Chen Yuhao could finish his threat, two giant swords of golden Gengjin Spiritual Power plunged directly into his massive dragon eyes.

“Aaaahhhhh—”

[Gengjin Killing Sword Art — Eye-Slaying Sword Style]

Yang Bai held his sword with one hand, his eyes filled with cold killing intent. He stroked the long sword, his fingers slowly condensing Gengjin Spiritual Power.

Yang Bai looked at the blinded Chen Yuhao and said calmly:

“Chen Yuhao, the gap between us isn't something that can be bridged by the race of your subordinates or your deity level.”

“I've watched your videos, I've analyzed your intel. I know your abilities, your hidden cards, and your methods of attack.”

“But you know nothing about me. Martial arts are an interest to me, Daoist techniques are a hobby, but my strongest skill... is swordsmanship!”

After saying this, Yang Bai's finger was fully charged with Gengjin Spiritual Power, and he flicked the blade of the sword sharply.

A crisp, lingering, and soul-shaking sword chime rang out, instantly drowning out Chen Yuhao’s agonizing dragon roar.

Hearing the chime, the latter froze in place, seemingly forgetting the pain in his eyes.

After a long while, two pillars of blood shot out from his ears.

[Gengjin Killing Sword Art — Heart-Slaying Sword Chime]

Chen Yuhao's Destruction Dragon God state was indeed powerful; his physical attributes, mental strength, and mana capacity had all reached a significantly higher level.

Yang Bai naturally knew how troublesome it was. One could say that once Chen Yuhao revealed his Destruction Dragon God state, he wouldn't have been able to fight him fairly.

Therefore, throughout the battle, Yang Bai had restrained himself from using the gengjin sword. In the early stages, he traded injuries with Chen Yuhao; in the middle stage, he used Daoist techniques and mechanics to trick and heavily wound him.

He waited until Chen Yuhao transformed into the Destruction Dragon God—the moment he was angriest and most irrational—so that he could use the gengjin sword to catch him off guard.

From the results, Yang Bai had gambled correctly. While Chen Yuhao was at the peak of his rage and spewing threats, he blinded him with a single strike and then used words to provoke him into being hit by the [Heart-Slaying Sword Chime].

This directly sealed his hearing and spiritual perception, severely wounding his divine soul.

At this moment, a diagram appeared in Yang Bai's mind—an anatomical map of a Western magic dragon. In his hand, he held the long sword infused with Gengjin Spiritual Power.

“Sever the limbs!”

Yang Bai shouted as he charged toward Chen Yuhao like a sword shadow. Countless gengjin swords appeared around him, stabbing into various parts of Chen Yuhao's body. The massive tendons in Chen Yuhao's limb joints were severed, and the entire dragon collapsed to the ground.

“Sever the maw!”

Yang Bai leaped up and sent a massive blast of sword qi toward Chen Yuhao's wide-open mouth. The sharp sword qi split his mouth open, leaving it a bloody mess and rendering him unable to use the Destruction Dragon Breath again.

“Sever the wings!”

Yang Bai jumped onto Chen Yuhao's back. Two massive beams of sword qi shot out, slicing through his skin and severing the tendons connecting the wings beneath, immediately causing him to lose the ability to fly.

Having done all this, Yang Bai gripped the long sword with both hands and plunged the blade deep into Chen Yuhao's spine. Massive amounts of Gengjin Spiritual Power poured into the dragon's body, frantically destroying it from within.

“Roar!!!”

Chen Yuhao was in excruciating pain and wanted to counterattack, but his limbs, mouth, and wings had all been crippled by Yang Bai. He could only writhe his body like a maggot, trying to shake Yang Bai off.

Yang Bai's eyeballs turned a strange black and white, and a vertical pupil appeared in the center of his forehead. This was a method Zhou Yanlie had used before: the "Torch Dragon Ancestral Law — Dragon-Devouring Transformation."

“Roar—”

A low dragon chant resonated from Yang Bai's mouth. In the blink of an eye, the golden Gengjin Spiritual Power turned into crimson flames.

A massive phantom of the Torch Dragon flew off Yang Bai's body, coiling around the Destruction Dragon God's frame.

“Chen Yuhao!!! I had no grudge against you, yet your family has repeatedly made things difficult for me, toyed with my reputation and my life at will!!!”

“Did you really think I, Yang Bai, was a pushover?!!!”

“Today! I shall drink your dragon blood, eat your dragon flesh, break your dragon spine, seize your dragon soul, and extinguish your dragon prestige!!!”

“I will make sure you never rise again, living out your life as a pathetic four-legged crawler!!!”

Yang Bai roared, and simultaneously, the Torch Dragon phantom behind him opened its maw. Countless tiny particles of divine source matter were stripped from Chen Yuhao's body, flying into that cavernous mouth.

Meanwhile.

At the official backstage of the God War Tournament.

“Move! Everyone move! Whoever dares stand in my way, I'll have them dead!!!”

Chen Qingsong leaned on his cane, limping rapidly. When he encountered official personnel blocking his path, he didn't hold back his divine power and simply struck them with his cane.

After his outburst, no one backstage dared to block his way.

Before long, Chen Qingsong arrived in front of a massive computer in the back office.

Chen Qingsong grabbed a staff member by the collar and shouted, “Quickly turn on the wide-area deity protection system and terminate the match!!!”

The staff member said with a trembling voice, “Elder Chen, there's no way to stop it. The systems for the finals are all locked. The wide-area deity protection system will only activate after the participants have fought for two full hours!”

Hearing this, Chen Qingsong said angrily, “Since it's locked, if I destroy this computer and force it into autonomous emergency protection mode, will that work?”

“Theoretically, it should be feasible.”

The staff member nodded, but then thought of something and said in terror, “Elder Chen, you can't! This high-speed computer is a terminal for Linchuan City; its value exceeds a million!”

“I'll pay for it.”

Chen Qingsong gritted his teeth, pulled a silver pistol from his coat, aimed it at the computer containing the divine domain protection system, and pulled the trigger.

Zzzzt—

Static suddenly flashed across the high-speed computer's screen. An electronic hand made of light reached out from the screen and caught the bullet with one hand.

Blue electricity flashed as A Yao toyed with the bullet in his hand and said coldly:

“Mr. Chen, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to destroy national property, sabotage the tournament rules, or threaten the lives of the contestants?”

Chen Qingsong's face darkened, and he said coldly, “A Yao, for the sake of our past, move aside.”

A Yao tossed the bullet aside and shook his head indifferently while standing in front of the high-speed computer.

“We've been comrades for so many years; won't you give me this bit of face today?”

Seeing that A Yao remained unmoved, Chen Qingsong's eyes turned bloodshot. He rapidly pulled the trigger until the magazine was empty.

A Yao looked at the bullets blocked by the plasma barrier in front of him and sighed:

“Mr. Chen, the past is in the past. Today, no one can touch this computer.”

Chen Qingsong knelt on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes as he howled in pain, “My Chen family only has this one 'Qilin Son' left. Are you really going to watch him be crippled?”

A Yao shook his head and said coldly, “Two hours. They must fight the full duration. This is the punishment for you overstepping your bounds. Mr. Chen, no one can ignore National Security.”

Hearing this, Chen Qingsong slumped onto the ground, staring blankly at the high-speed computer. Just as A Yao said, what stood before him was National Security.

No one can touch the four words 'guotai minan'; no one can overstep the bounds of National Security.