The high-voltage plasma net generated by the three Trench Overseers' heavy tridents violently hissed, expanding outward in an interlocking cage of crackling violet lightning. The localized atmospheric pressure inside the primeval amphitheater of the Abyssal Vault dropped by an additional five units, turning the moisture in the air into a dense, freezing cloud of geometric frost patterns that drifted toward the white jade floorblocks.
Han Xue and Bai Qingxi stood entirely frozen near the air-lock chamber of the federal submarine pod. Their respective vital monitors were actively scrolling with emergency warning codes, their unrefined flesh frameworks struggling to maintain metabolic stability under the crushing weight of the overseers' combined defensive shroud.
"The energetic barrier is fully optimized, Lin Feng!" Bai Qingxi called out, her smooth, aristocratic baritone carrying a rare trace of sharp urgency as her wrist pad struggled to process the overlapping kinetic vectors. "The tridents are utilizing an advanced magnetic synchronization loop anchored directly into the deep-sea drilling lines! If you attempt to force a linear breakthrough, the back-draft will trigger a terminal pressure explosion across the entire trench floor!"
Lin Feng didn't slow his unhurried, loose gait. His sneakers left absolute, non-mortal silence against the ancient white stone, his hands remaining casually buried inside the pockets of his gray utility jacket.
"Your directory spent half a century bolting titanium into your frames, assuming your machinery could dictate the distribution of the earth's geocentric marrow," Lin Feng said softly, his calm voice effortlessly carrying over the roaring plasma whine with an unhurried, mountain-like density. "You don't understand that when a true dual-loop engine enters the matrix, your foreign power armor is no more stable than dry clay hitting a crushing hydraulic press."
"Liquidation sequence authorized," the lead overseer growled through his heavily modulated throat mic.
The three four-meter-tall iron giants lunged simultaneously. Their heavy trident spears thrust forward with an explosive mechanical velocity that cleanly outpaced the data transmission rates of standard tracking visors, driving three convergent lines of pure, condensed violet plasma straight toward Lin Fengās throat, chest, and lower abdominal plate.
Lin Feng didn't draw an archaic weapon or deploy a defensive speed evasion art from the memories of his past life.
As the white-hot, vibrating plasma edges came within an eighth of an inch of his skin, Lin Feng simply let out a short, flat exhalation through his teeth, activating the stabilized dual-loop circuit of his
Qi Circulation ChannelingāStage 2
foundation at absolute maximum velocity.
BOOM!
A colossal, bass-heavy kinetic detonation roared outward from the point of impact, violently clearing the entire vault floor of its prehistoric ash accumulation and throwing a blinding wall of superheated white steam across the arena. The massive, skyscraper-sized white jade obelisks surrounding the altar groaned as deep structural fractures split the crystals down to their baselines.
But beneath the smoke, the overseersā optical displays instantly froze into a chaotic cascade of scarlet system failure errors.
Lin Feng hadn't dropped an inch into the white stone blocks. His plain gray utility jacket remained entirely untorn, free of any friction scores or chemical burns. The immense, world-breaking kinetic force thrown into the tridents hadn't penetrated his porcelain-smooth skin; instead, the moment the plasma met his flawlessly scoured
Du Channel
, the energy experienced an unconditional, total structural reflection.
CRACKāSHATTER!
The reinforced abyssal iron shafts of all three trident weapons violently imploded from the tips down, their internal energetic lines fracturing into a chaotic spray of stray electrical sparks. The immense kinetic recoil traveled straight back up the hilts, completely stripping the high-density hydraulic gear manifolds inside the overseers' shoulder actuators and tearing their augmented bone matrices into a bloody, smoking shred.
The three towering mercenaries staggered backward four massive paces, their matte-black deep-sea power armor bursting at the seams as hot synthetic lubricants sprayed across the volcanic sand.
"An Anomalous Foundation Container..." the lead overseer stammered, his modulated voice dropping its institutional weight as his chest plate frantically vented plumes of black smoke. "He... he didn't use an external shield pass... His internal loop is grounding the tectonic baseline itself!"
"The ledger is officially empty," Lin Feng whispered, stepping through the white steam with an unyielding, blade-like posture.
He didn't execute an intricate sequence of martial arts forms. He simply pulled his right hand from his utility pocket, his porcelain-white knuckles flashing with a temporary, silver-white pearlescent luminescence as he delivered a short, compact, three-inch straight punch directly into the thick, empty air separating them.
...
The explosion was entirely self-contained. The liquid current of his Stage 2 geocentric current traveled through the atmosphere like a high-voltage hydraulic press, completely neutralizing the overseers' core battery storage packs in less than a millisecond.
The three four-meter-tall iron giants violently shuddered once, their blue geometric insignias instantly darkening into absolute vacancy before their massive frames collapsed heavily onto the white jade landing, leaving the central path to the altar entirely scoured.
Lin Feng didn't spare them a second glance. He smoothly adjusted the single strap of his worn utility backpack and turned his vacant, bottomless eyes toward the central stone altar, where the glowing sphere of liquid golden geocentric marrow was actively pulsing to the rhythm of the coming solstice dawn.
The global vanguards were broken, the foreign syndicates were thoroughly stripped of their resource monopolies, and the institutional chessboard of the country was completely scoured within his palm. The final gateway of the deep-sea trenches was wide open, and the undefeated regressor of modern Huaxia was already stepping onto the golden platform.