The Five Elements Game (Card and Chess Player) Chapter 154: Clearing the Clouds to See the Sun

Wu Hui returned to reality.

The Laughing Face was neither too far from him nor too close. Neither his psychic powers nor that book of his required absolute proximity to activate.

An ugly laugh echoed beside his ears.

Not far away, Ma, Zhao, and Guan were still being suppressed by the seventh-level puppet. Wang Xiaodie lay by the roadside, silent.

Several cards flew out.

The first was Soul-Calming Ash, followed by the Curse Card he had obtained in the previous Overlord’s Game.

Both cards weakened an enemy’s combat strength.

Black curse energy and strangely scented incense ash drifted toward the Laughing Face. Yet the yin and yang forces in his hands pursued Wu Hui without the slightest obstruction, shattering the sheets of ice formed from seawater along their path.

Wu Hui retreated at top speed. The effect of another card had already been activated.

Flame-Burning Dragon.

A six-star card.

It was also the only six-star card Wu Hui possessed.

A gigantic flaming dragon appeared from thin air. The ice beneath Wu Hui’s feet melted as a result, while the incense ash swelled within the flames and the blazing inferno surged toward the Laughing Face.

The yin and yang forces returned to his side and transformed into a shield, rapidly wearing away under the assault of the fire.

The Laughing Face was somewhat surprised by Wu Hui’s sudden outburst, but soon understood what had happened. The man had actually entered a game just now—and, by coincidence, had gained a considerable increase in strength within it.

As soon as the fire dragon ended, the Laughing Face’s defenses were completely broken.

The Souls Beneath the Blade, the Souls Beneath the Gun, the Souls Beneath the Arrow, and several other summoned creatures charged out at once, attacking the Laughing Face together. These mindless creatures were difficult to influence with psychic power. With no other choice, the Laughing Face brought out his trump card. Lightning flashed, but before the summoned creatures could disappear, Wu Hui activated Sacrifice.

The Dark Chanter appeared.

Its song drowned out the laughter, and it seemed that the apocalypse had arrived.

Taking Ren Yin with him, Wu Hui threw out a card and pulled Wang Xiaodie aboard as well, then sped away on the little boat.

Ice spread outward, trapping the Laughing Face.

The last time, the Laughing Face had blocked the Dark Chanter with relative ease. But now his defenses had all been stripped away, and he was nearly helpless before this chess piece.

Wu Hui used a five-star card to restore his psychic power, then threw out the cloth doll he had taken from Li Xiaojing.

The Laughing Face’s mask had already been shattered earlier, and nearly all the various tools on his body had been exhausted. After dealing with the Dark Chanter and breaking free of the ice, he tried to escape, only to be struck down by a single punch from the cloth doll.

Several Solomon magic arrays activated around them. Ren Yin had arranged them earlier. Although she had now lost control of herself, she had already told Wu Hui how to activate them.

The Laughing Face rarely fought personally. This time, having been driven into a corner with none of his other combat strength available, he had no choice but to act himself.

It might also be the last time he ever did so.

Wu Hui ordered Ren Yin to hand him the sniper rifle. In her current condition, shooting was clearly inconvenient for her.

So he would do it himself.

He crouched, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

A bullet that was clearly no ordinary projectile flew toward the enemy.

The rifle’s recoil nearly knocked Wu Hui over.

The bullet struck its mark, blowing apart the Laughing Face’s entire right arm.

The cloth doll followed up by hammering him to the ground. At that moment, the Laughing Face truly hated players of the summoner type. They countered him too thoroughly. Originally, he had thought that no matter how strong a fourth-level player was, and no matter how much ability he possessed to counter him, victory should have been impossible.

Yet now, Wu Hui had forced him into a desperate situation.

“Impossible!”

The Laughing Face’s eyes widened. He refused to believe that he could lose to a fourth-level player.

Then he thought back.

He remembered the deputy minister, who had continued struggling until the moment he was completely controlled.

Gao Cheng and Liao Yuan, who had ambushed him once before their deaths.

And the colleagues throughout the city who, even after being affected by the black mist, had still struggled to maintain order.

All of them had died because of him.

Yet he had never truly defeated any of them. Instead, at this very moment, he was about to lose to a fourth-level player because of them.

As long as the green hills remain, there will never be a shortage of firewood.

The Laughing Face’s body suddenly turned insubstantial as he attempted to flee.

But a vast web opened in the shadows.

The Orb Weaver stood in the darkness, staring at the Laughing Face’s ruined body. He gave an unnatural smile.

Wu Hui fired Ren Yin’s sniper rifle a second time.

With a bang, the trapped Laughing Face was struck in the chest. Half his torso was blown apart.

As death approached, countless memories flashed through the Laughing Face’s mind. He remembered all the things he had experienced, and all the hopes he had held for the future. Perhaps the old acquaintances he had killed were waiting for him below, but the future he had longed for would never arrive.

Wu Hui did not hesitate, nor did he intend to give the Laughing Face a chance to leave final words. He fired a third shot.

His head was still throbbing faintly. Once this was over, he wanted to sleep for three days and three nights. How could he waste time here?

Besides, final words had no meaning. What a person had done in life, what kind of person they had been, and what they left behind in the world—all of it had already been settled before the words were spoken.

The gunshot rang out.

His head exploded.

The smell of blood and gunpowder spread through the street.

The Black Death Game had ended.

The glasses scanned the area. The black mist over the streets was dissipating, and the dark clouds overhead were gradually thinning.

Iron Hand, still throwing punches, saw the clouds scatter.

He stopped moving and collapsed against the wall, swaying as he revealed a satisfied smile.

Iron Hand knew that his efforts might have had almost no effect. In fact, no one could even be certain what role he had played.

But when he looked down at the city, where so many people were still alive, he felt deeply comforted.

They had to thank Gao Cheng and Liao Yuan for restraining the most dangerous wanted criminal and the two seventh-level players. Otherwise, the casualties in the city would have been far greater.

An invisible influence once again enveloped Great Cloud City. Tomorrow, the ordinary residents who were not players would believe that they had recently endured a massive natural disaster in which many people had died. They would grieve and mourn, but they would never know the truth.

Then again, the Demon God’s games probably counted as a kind of natural disaster too, didn’t they?

The Chief Justice looked at the many dead throughout the city. For a moment, he wanted to go down and bury them, so that they might rest in peace. But he restrained himself.

He had not intervened during the game. Why act only after it had ended?

Still, had the Laughing Face been a chess piece planted by him? His methods certainly resembled it, but there was no way to be sure. From now on, the internal audits of the Tribunal would have to be stricter.

Wu Hui had killed the Laughing Face. His headache was unbearable, but he could still force himself to remain upright. Several times he nearly collapsed, yet each time he straightened himself by sheer will.

There might still be other dangers ahead, or matters involving the division of spoils that required his attention. If he passed out, things would become troublesome. He could not lose consciousness yet. He still had to hold on.

Ren Yin and Wang Xiaodie reached out and supported him at the same time.

Ah, the mist was gone.

The clouds had cleared as well.

You’re both awake.

With that, Wu Hui put away the boat and closed his eyes.

Then he passed out completely.

The scorching summer sunlight fell across the earth.

It made one wonder whether the dark clouds that had once covered the sun were worth missing.

Ren Yin exhaled a breath of stale air, exhaustion written across her face as well. People like her and Wu Hui rarely allowed their emotions to show.

At last, this city had been reborn.

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