80: Chapter 80 Encirclement? Welcome to My Nightmare Realm

The night in Thunder Roar Canyon was not dark.

Bright purple lightning was everywhere, darting in and out of the clouds, illuminating the canyon in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Right now, this "disco" was overly lively.

Over fifty people.

Every single one was a Tier 2 or higher Martial Artist.

They were all wearing various club uniforms and carrying heavy weapons, surrounding Gu Fan's small campsite like an iron barrel.

Every Face had "enforcing justice on behalf of heaven" written on it.

The person standing on the high slope in front was Zhao Tiezhu.

He looked very flashy right now.

Dressed in bright silver heavy armor and holding an axe the size of a door, his bald head reflected the lightning, dazzling the eyes.

He stared intently at Gu Fan, who was still wriggling on the sofa, his teeth grinding audibly.

"Gu Fan!"

Zhao Tiezhu used his Dantian Qi for this shout, making the nearby rocks tremble. "You are surrounded!"

"We have the numbers and the equipment!"

"Today, forget about that crappy frying pan—even if you brought every pot from the cafeteria, it wouldn't save you!"

He glanced back at the murderous lackeys behind him.

This was the source of his confidence.

The main force of the Iron Brotherhood, the elites of the Mad Blade Society, and that group of violent women from Blazing Rose.

This lineup was enough to flatten a Tier 3 Beast Tide.

"Brothers!"

Zhao Tiezhu swung his great axe toward the center of the canyon: "That kid has thousands of points on him! That's our food money for the next month! Whoever grabs him gets them! Charge! Beat him until he's..."

He originally wanted to say "beat the crap out of him," but in front of so many women, he changed his wording.

"...beat him into a pulp!"

"Kill!!"

"Snatch the points!!"

"For honor!"

Over fifty people roared simultaneously, the sound louder than the thunder in the sky.

Their eyes turned red, and with a howl, they kicked up a cloud of dust and pounced toward the small sofa from all directions.

The distance was closing rapidly.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Fan's Adam's apple bobbed.

The frying pan in his hand was covered in sweat, so slippery he could barely hold it.

"President..."

Xiao Fan's voice trembled slightly. "This time... we really have to fight for our lives."

Lin Xue didn't speak.

She just held her last throwing knife in her palm, her eyes filled with 'we're doomed.jpg'.

Even at her peak, she would be turned into a sieve by such a charge.

Just then.

The person on the sofa rolled over.

"So noisy..."

Gu Fan's eyes were closed, his brow furrowed into a deep frown, his hands grasping at the air twice.

"In the middle of the night... can't you... be quiet..."

Following his mumbled sleep talk.

The Black and White Panda Golden Core in his Dantian suddenly spun once.

This spin was extraordinary.

An invisible and intangible strange force exploded from the sofa, burrowing directly into people's brains.

This was a Rule.

It was the deepest obsession of this "salted fish," Gu Fan, regarding sleep.

[Passive Triggered: Mass Public Disturbance Malice.]

[Judgment: Severely affecting sleep quality.]

[Backlash Activated: Golden Core Grade · Great Dream Lying Flat Domain.]

[Effect: Forced Shutdown.]

On the battlefield, a very strange scene appeared.

The one charging at the very front was a guy with a buzz cut from the Mad Blade Society.

He held a Ghost Head Blade, running the fastest, shouting "Take this!"

But as soon as he stepped within thirty meters of Gu Fan.

His eyelids suddenly became heavier than the blade in his hand.

An irresistible drowsiness surged up, just like staying up for three nights in a row and then being dragged out to run a marathon the moment you touched a pillow.

"Yaw—wn—"

The Buzz-cut Guy was supposed to roar, but the words took a turn at his lips and became a giant yawn.

With this yawn, his energy dissipated.

The hand holding the blade went limp, and his legs went soft, just like noodles.

"Why... so... sleepy..."

The Buzz-cut Guy's eyes glazed over; Gu Fan ahead didn't look like an enemy anymore, but like a soft body pillow.

Clatter.

The Ghost Head Blade dropped to the ground.

His knees buckled, and he slid to the ground, settling into a standard side-sleeping position.

Zzz— Zzz—

Two seconds.

In just two seconds, the Buzz-cut Guy's snoring began; he even smacked his lips with a happy smile as if dreaming of his first love.

He was the first to fall, and those behind him followed.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The previously aggressive crowd began to collapse onto the ground one after another.

That long-legged girl from Blazing Rose was originally conjuring a fireball to throw.

But halfway through, her eyes grew misty, her hand loosened, the fireball fell and extinguished, and she went limp, her head resting perfectly on the belly of a fallen brute nearby.

Comfortable.

So soft.

She even subconsciously nuzzled it, found a more comfortable position, and fell asleep instantly.

"Wha... what's going on?"

Those in the back were still charging, only to see their teammates in front all suddenly lie down.

They tried to brake, but that lethal drowsiness was faster than a tsunami.

The air changed.

The air, which had been full of gunpowder and blood, now smelled entirely of sun-dried quilts and hot milk—scents that made one feel at peace.

The wind changed too.

The mountain wind that had been biting now felt soft against the Face, stroking them while whispering in their ears: "Sleep... sleep... I see you're quite tired..."

"I won't... sleep..."

A boy with strong willpower slapped himself frantically, his Face swelling. "I... want... to win..."

But his slapping grew slower and slower, until his hand stopped in mid-air and slowly fell onto his Face, turning into a chin-resting pose.

He knelt there, head nodding, and fell asleep.

Dimensional reduction strike.

This was the power of the Great Dream Lying Flat Domain.

In this Domain, no one cared about winning, losing, or points.

Man's most primal instinct—the need to sleep when tired—overwhelmed all other desires.

In less than a minute.

The Thunder Roar Canyon, which had been full of shouting and killing, went silent.

Only the rising and falling snores remained, along with a few sleep-talked phrases like "don't steal my blanket."

Fifty elites lay scattered across the ground.

Some were flat on their backs, some curled up like shrimp, and a few were huddled together for warmth.

The scene didn't look like a battlefield; it looked like a large-scale outdoor nap at a kindergarten.

Only one person was still standing.

Zhao Tiezhu.

Truly worthy of being the president of the Elite Martial Arts Society, a tough guy who practiced Hard Qigong.

He didn't fall.

But his current state was more pathetic than falling.

He used his great axe as a crutch to prop himself up, his entire body trembling.

His eyelids were already fighting, but he forced them open with two fingers, revealing bloodshot eyes.

"Dem... Demonic Technique..."

Zhao Tiezhu's tongue was heavy, and his speech was slurred. "Gu... Fan... you... despicable..."

He was fighting against instinct.

He was in a hand-to-hand struggle with the drowsiness that was turning his brain to mush.

Pain.

He secretly pinched his thigh until it turned purple, relying on that bit of pain to hold on.

But the more he looked at Gu Fan, the more he felt... that sofa looked really nice.

It was glittering with golden light.

It looked so soft.

It must feel great to sink into it, right?

Would it be like lying in the clouds?

I really... really want to lie down... just for a second... "No!!"

Zhao Tiezhu shook his head violently, sending two strings of snot flying. "I am... Zhao Tiezhu! I am... a steel... tough guy! I'm not sleepy! I'm not sleepy at all!!"

He roared, trying to lift his axe to kill.

But the axe now felt as heavy as a mountain.

Instead of lifting it, he stumbled forward a few steps due to overexertion.

He happened to fall right in front of Gu Fan's sofa.

The distance was only two meters.

This was a lethal distance.

Normally, Zhao Tiezhu would have swung his axe down long ago.

But now, looking at Gu Fan so close, looking at that unguarded sleeping Face, not a shred of Killing Intent rose in his heart.

He only wanted... to join him.

Gu Fan seemed to sense something.

He didn't wake up, didn't even open his eyes.

But the Nightmare Domain gave special treatment to this "guest."

Gu Fan's hand fumbled around beneath him for a long time.

Then, slowly, he pulled an extra pillow from the sofa.

A sky-blue pillow with a little sleeping sheep embroidered on it.

Gu Fan tossed his hand.

The pillow flew lightly through the air, tracing an arc.

Thwack.

It hit Zhao Tiezhu right in the Face.

Soft.

Warm with body heat.

And it smelled of lavender.

This was the final straw that broke Zhao Tiezhu.

That scent entered his nose and instantly snapped the final string in his mind.

To hell with clubs, points, and Face.

Screw it all.

I want to sleep.

With a "clang," the great axe in Zhao Tiezhu's hand was dropped.

He hugged the pillow tightly with both hands, as if he were holding his own son.

The ferocity on his Face vanished, replaced by the expression of a child who was both aggrieved and relieved.

"Pillow... so soft..."

Zhao Tiezhu mumbled, and his tower-like body collapsed.

He didn't hit the hard ground; beneath him was the Persian Carpet Gu Fan had kicked over earlier.

With his Face buried in the pillow and his butt in the air, a thunderous snore drowned out all other sounds in the area a few seconds later.

This snore carried a sense of liberation.

It was a sound only someone truly exhausted could make.

The frying pan in Xiao Fan's hand fell to the ground with a "clang."

The throwing knife in Lin Xue's hand slid back into her sleeve.

The two of them stared at the "corpses" covering the ground like they were idiots.

This... they won just like that?

Not only did they win, but they also lulled all the enemies to sleep?

"This move of the President's..."

Xiao Fan swallowed, looking at Gu Fan who was still scratching his belly, his eyes full of admiration. "What is this called? This must be the legendary 'subduing the enemy without fighting'! This is 'the benevolent have no enemies'!"

Lin Xue's lip twitched.

The benevolent have no enemies?

This is freaking forced hypnosis! A mass-scale mental weapon!

She looked at those club elites who were usually so arrogant, now sleeping like dead pigs, some even drooling and smiling foolishly.

This kind of humiliation must be harder to bear than death, right?

When they woke up and realized they had been "slept into submission," how large would their psychological trauma be?

[Ding! Detected 'Zhao Tiezhu's' complex emotion of 'extreme shame combined with comfort' in his deep subconscious.]

[malice points +800.]

[Ding! Detected 'drowsiness backlash' from fifty people.]

[malice points harvest complete.]

Gu Fan smacked his lips, as if dreaming of something delicious.

Half his body hung off the sofa, one hand dangling down, resting right on Zhao Tiezhu's bald head.

He casually patted the bald head twice.

"Good boy..."

Gu Fan's sleep talk was clearly audible in the quiet canyon, carrying an unbearable sense of elder-like concern:

"Stop acting up... you're all at the age where you're still growing... even if you want to rob someone... you shouldn't miss your sleep..."

"Come... Xiao Fan... give this child a blanket... look at that suit of iron... it must be quite cold..."

"Don't let him catch a cold... he still has to get up tomorrow... to give me points..."

After saying that, he rolled over again, resting his legs grandly on Zhao Tiezhu's priceless Mystic Iron Battle Armor, and fell completely back into a deep sleep.

Under the lightning.

Two awake people, one lion.

Guarding fifty sleeping "enemies."

This scene was heartwarming to a perverted degree.

"Give... give him a blanket?"

Xiao Fan looked at Zhao Tiezhu's massive frame and scratched his head. "President, where do we have any blankets left?"

Lin Xue sighed, walked over, and picked up the Elite Martial Arts Society Battle Flag that Zhao Tiezhu had dropped.

She unfurled the flag, her movements surprisingly gentle, and lightly covered Zhao Tiezhu with it.

"Let's use this."

Lin Xue looked at the "sleeping beauties" all over the ground, her voice filled with an inexplicable sense of relief, and she felt a bit like laughing:

"After all, this is the last bit of dignity they have left."