Chapter 263: Chapter 263 An Earth-shattering Explosion (2nd Update)

The mindset and behavior of a High-Rank Martial Master can truly be forgiven. As far as he knew, pausing the compression of space wasn’t a big deal at all.

By doing this, he could wear down the opponent’s energy, which would surely allow him to capture the opponent faster, wouldn’t it?

After a brief pause, he waved the command flag again and started to compress the space once more.

What he did not expect was that during this brief pause, Feng Jun had already exited the space and brought over a ton of explosive zha药.

Perhaps out of boredom, Feng (the doer) Jun (the planner) had once calculated the equivalent of zha药 to Spirit Stones.

Assuming one Spirit Stone is equal to ten thousand kilowatt-hours, one kilowatt-hour is 3.6 mega joules, so one Spirit Stone is 36G joules.

One kilogram of zha药 is based on 4.2 mega joules, hence a ton would be 4.2G joules.

However, a Spirit Stone powering a Formation would not last three to five days? Based on one hundred and twenty hours, the energy output per hour at most is just 300 mega joules.

Even if there is a discrepancy in the numbers, even a huge discrepancy, if one Spirit Stone’s energy output per hour could reach one G… let it be ten G, it’s still a difference in order of magnitude.

With the power of one ton of zha药 being 4.2G joules and Spirit Stones at ten G per hour… Is the power of the zha药 still slightly lacking? Oh no, you can’t calculate it like that.

How many seconds are there in an hour? Three thousand six hundred seconds, right?

If Spirit Stones are ten G per hour, and divided evenly over three thousand six hundred seconds, how many joules is that per second? The author is too lazy to calculate!

An explosion of four G joules of zha药 needs how many seconds? How many joules does it average out to per second?

Forget it, it’s quite satisfying to insert these details, but there should be a limit. Anyway, Feng Jun believes that although the energy of zha药 might be a bit less, its explosive power in a split second is enough to help him escape the predicament. What’s that phrase again? Breaking the surface with a point!

Actually, he had an intuition that a hundred kilograms of zha药 would be enough to blast open this Formation; that’s just five hundred grenades.

But he was feeling aggrieved. Here I am, fighting desperately, and the main culprit behind the scene sips tea and watches the show leisurely. If I don’t scare you a little, my thoughts won’t flow smoothly.

Anyway, he had a hundred tons of zha药 at his disposal, using a bit of it was nothing.

Even if it doesn’t break the Formation, wouldn’t just using ten tons of explosives next time do the trick? I don’t believe you can withstand that.

It’s important that the first blast isn’t too excessive, as scaring the opponent too much would make it much more difficult to take revenge later on.

Feng Jun was very cautious. Before pressing the delay fuse, he specifically felt the changes in the space.

If he couldn’t escape after the detonation, that would be quite a sight to see…

The High-Rank Martial Master outside the Formation waved the green flag casually, feeling a faint regret inside: Come on, charge the formation, why won’t you charge?

He thought that wearing down the opponent’s strength through the Formation was actually a good strategy—after all, it could kill two Innate Experts.

When Feng Jun became patient, he was absolutely calm. It took him about ten minutes to feel the opponent’s change pattern, and then he specifically tested whether he could access his friends’ list when the space was stable.

Given that his energy points were very abundant to begin with and he had been practicing various techniques during the day and charging casually while resting at night in this realm, accumulating little by little, he had amassed some energy points and didn’t mind using a bit of them.

In fact, now was not the time to be stingy with energy points. Life was more important than anything.

He entered “Close Sister Hong’s” room easily, and then… broke out in a cold sweat.

Don’t get the wrong idea; there was nothing scary in Sister Hong’s camera.

Strictly speaking, there wasn’t anything in the camera at all, it was pitch black—her mobile phone was turned off!

Shit… Feng Jun was truly frightened by this. If the phone was off, it meant no connection with the outside world—basically, incommunicado.

If he hadn’t tested this beforehand, it would have been a major pitfall. Unlike nearby people, the friends’ list does not allow entry into others’ rooms, one must exit and choose another friend.

If he had entered Sister Hong’s room after setting the fuse and neither side could communicate, the zha药 would never explode unless he chose to exit and switch to another friend’s room.

However, after exiting, whether he could re-enter was a huge concern; he might just blow himself to pieces.

If he didn’t dare to exit, he would starve to death in Sister Hong’s room.

So being cautious in everything is really necessary.

He wiped away the cold sweat and chose his opportunity, then visited the rooms of “Beautiful Scenery” and “Xiao Yezi” one by one.

It’s not that he only likes to peep at girls; his friends’ list had male friends too. But he always felt that as a man, if you go peeping at another man for no reason… doesn’t that feel a bit off?

Xiao Yezi… was actually taking selfies in the bathroom, and in the mirror, you could glimpse someone else’s… that.

That scene seemed rather flavorful, and Feng Jun felt he ought not to indulge in decadence too much.

Well, strictly speaking, “Good Scenery” was quite appealing; she was leisurely shopping and more importantly, her mobile phone was connected to a power bank— isn’t that just too lovely? I love power banks.

All preparations were ready, Feng Jun seized an opportunity, decisively pressed the delayed fuse, and flashed into Feng Jing’s room…

Outside the Formation, the High-Rank Martial Master was still muttering to himself, why wasn’t there any sign of assaulting the Formation?

As things in this world have it, they do not withstand mention; in the next moment, under everyone’s watchful eyes, that mass of white fog, towering ten meters high and nearly two hundred meters in diameter, trembled slightly.

“Eh?” someone with sharp eyes noticed this anomaly, “Look…”

The High-Rank Martial Master holding the command flag felt a tightness in his chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, his complexion changing at once: Something’s wrong!

With the command flag in hand, he could roughly sense the changes within the Formation; if the opponents vigorously assaulted the Formation, he would also have to concentrate earnestly to suppress it.

Indeed, in this process, he would also be somewhat exhausted, but compared with the consumption of those trapped inside the Formation, it was truly negligible.

Now, with a sudden rush from within the Formation, it almost made him spit blood, the implications behind this were terrifying to contemplate… No, there was no need for close thought, it was enough to scare one out of their wits!

But by this moment, wanting to react to anything… it was truly… too late.

At this point, most of the onlookers had already relaxed. There was no exciting combat to see, just a big glob of white fog, with three people standing by the side, one lethargically waving a small flag, while the other two stood still, even the Innate Expert floating in mid-air had landed.

It was utterly boring, to the point where some even began to yawn.

Just then, the Innate Expert abruptly turned his head, looking astonished toward the nearby white fog.

Not far from Lord Beiyuan, Second Young Master Yu and a middle-aged man stood together, the latter’s face rigid, as if wearing a mask.

It was at that moment, the man’s hand moved, and a shield suddenly appeared in his hand, blocking in front of him.

His other hand was pulling on Second Young Master Yu, their bodies rapidly retreating while he didn’t forget to shout lowly, “Careful!”

Still at this moment, the pale, beardless man by the Princely Heir’s side moved, shielding him at the front, “Be careful, Princely Heir!”

Lord Beiyuan, hearing this, stared dumbfounded at the mass of white fog.

The white fog had just trembled slightly, seemingly indicating some trouble inside, but this vibration ceased abruptly, and it didn’t seem all that serious.

But this cessation lasted only for an extremely short moment; next, the white fog exploded violently, followed by a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering boom, a wild aura sweeping out ferociously, as if mountains were crumbling and the earth was splitting.

The noise was so loud, and the oncoming shock wave so overwhelming, that at least more than half of the people on the spot were directly knocked down or blown away.

Those three close to the fog? They were shocked out of sight.

In front of the two nobles, County Soldiers were arrayed in defense, but they were closer to the battlefield than others and had grown somewhat lax, not expecting that after such a long calm, a situation would suddenly arise, and it was so fast that they were unable to react.

Ninety percent of the County Soldiers were directly knocked down, neat as wheat before a combine harvester.

Local officials behind the County Soldiers were mostly knocked down as well.

Nonetheless, the middle-aged man, who appeared to be an eunuch, stood in front of the Princely Heir, his body unmoved, his clothes whipped noisily by the wind.

Lord Beiyuan, too, felt a sudden jolt in his chest, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

He was still better off; in the crowd not far away, many were knocked unconscious by the blast, and there were those who were killed by the shock.

The two Second Young Master Yus, who had originally stood relatively close to the front, were lucky. Sister Hong, who was disguised, reacted quickly and immediately retreated at the bad turn of events, raising a shield in front, and her retreating figure aligned with the blast of the shock wave, narrowly avoiding disaster.

Even so, when the two landed, they couldn’t help but roll on the ground twice.

“Fuck!” Second Young Master Yu got up, shook his head, and cursed loudly, “Are you blind when you take action, not distinguishing friend from foe?”

Fortunately, Sister Hong, the Second Young Master Yu, was more rational. She coughed lightly, roughened her voice, and spoke, “He’s breaking out from the inside. Under these circumstances, there’s no way… oh my! He’s actually fine?”

So surprised was she that her last scream was sharp and high-pitched, revealing a feminine voice.

Fortunately, at that moment, she was not the only one screaming, so her voice was drowned out in a sea of screams.

Why were people screaming, you ask? The aftermath of the explosion lingered, and from the center of the blast, amidst the dust, a figure shot out like lightning, lunging in one direction, incredibly swift.

Under the scrutiny of all, the figure swung a Long Blade in his hand, a flash of silver, and a head fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Sister Hong, the Second Young Master Yu, paused, then muttered lowly, “First slaying the enemy… If it were me, I’d be picking the Immortal Crystals from the Formation first.”

Second Young Master Yu finally assured herself that anyone who could break the Immortal Array and come out unscathed must be an Immortal.

In her eyes, this person was not only an Immortal but perhaps a wealthy one, “To us, an Immortal Crystal is worthy of attention, but he might not care about it.”

If Feng Junruo could hear her words at this moment, he could probably only respond with a wry smile: You’re really overthinking it.