Swoosh —
The square door of the Divine Light teleportation array appeared again. Ding Meng rolled out like a leopard.
Eisendale was right. Ding Meng returned to the area of the super crystal when he saw that the situation was not good.
Ding Meng was teleported to the bridgehead of the bridge at 10: 30. He thought it was absolutely safe, but when he got up, he found three strangers in the middle of the bridge.
They were three men in black suits, all wearing large black sunglasses on their faces. The three of them were exactly the same in terms of height, appearance, and clothing.
Who were these three people?
How did they get in?
When did they come in?
Perhaps these questions were not the most important. The key was that there were a few strange metal machines in the middle of the bridge. They were like three funnels inserted into the bridge, as if they were injecting something into the bridge.
Ding Meng decisively opened his telekinesis vision. He was surprised to see that the broken bridge was actually growing forward. New metal kept growing out of the cracks and slowly extended toward the super crystal.
No wonder the general said that no one could walk to 3,000 meters on the bridge. It turned out that the bridge extended in this way.
What kind of bridge was this?
What were the three machines for?
There were too many questions in Ding Meng's mind at this moment, but he still composed himself and said, "The people of the Starry Rainbow Corporation are fighting fiercely with the monsters of the Devouring World outside, and you took advantage of this opportunity to come in?"
The three of them were shocked. They did not expect the short man in front of them to be able to tell.
The two men in suits were about to step forward, but they were unexpectedly stopped by the man in the suit. "He is not from the Starbow Corporation."
The man next to him immediately said, "Oh?"
The man in the lead seemed very confident. "The Starbow Corporation cannot be faster than us."
The two men nodded, convinced. The man in the lead said, "Friend, may I ask where you are from?"
Hearing his question, Ding Meng knew in his heart that this was definitely an outer space force. However, an outer space force that could break in here could not be underestimated.
Ding Meng said in a low voice, "Who are you?"
The man in the lead said, "Friend, if you came here by accident, please go back!
This place isn't safe! "
Ding Meng suddenly laughed. "You also know that this place is not safe, but how could you enter this place by mistake?"
The man in the lead did not answer, but the corners of his mouth twitched. The two men beside him suddenly flew up and struck Ding Meng with their palms from both sides. This was a classic case of silencing him.
It might have been possible for them to silence others, but it was impossible for them to do the same to Ding Meng. As soon as the two of them leaped into the air, Ding Meng immediately identified them as Intermediate Thermodynamic Warriors.
"Pa — — pa — —"
The two palms accurately hit Ding Meng's right chest and left shoulder. Ding Meng neither blocked nor moved.
The two men's expressions changed instantly. Their palms were like pieces of paper floating on Ding Meng's body, completely ineffective.
"What are these three instruments?" Ding Meng asked calmly.
The two men gritted their teeth and struck out with their palms again. This time, they probably used all of their source power. Their arms turned red, like burning steel.
The steel arms swept across Ding Meng's head, but Ding Meng still did not move. When the steel arms hit his temples, he took two steps forward and faced the man in the suit in the middle of the bridge. "Answer me, what are these instruments?"
The man in the suit's expression changed. His fear could be seen through his sunglasses because the steel arms of the two bodyguards melted like molten steel when they swept across Ding Meng's head. This was because the Diamond Star Melting Art had directly melted their arms. The two men did not even have time to scream before they fell to the ground and fainted.
The man in the suit reacted quickly. He turned around and slapped a button on the central instrument. Then, Ding Meng grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up.
"Tell me, what is this thing?" Ding Meng was a little angry.
The man in the suit struggled desperately. "It's useless to kill me. You'll die soon too."
Ding Meng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He casually threw the man in the suit away. The man's scream immediately resounded throughout the place. He fell directly into the abyss below. If an ordinary statistician was thrown down like this, even a god would not be able to save him.
Ding Meng lowered his head and observed the three strange instruments. Unfortunately, he could not tell what they were. He simply spread his hands, and a large yellow torrent shot out from his palms. The source power flames directly burned the three instruments to ashes.
However, this did not solve the problem fundamentally because the broken bridge was still growing. It was not fast and could even be said to be very slow, but it would not take long before it could connect to the super crystal.
Not good!
Ding Meng realized that the Singularity Guards on the bridge had also moved away. The bridge could no longer create a defensive barrier like it had before. In other words, the Origin Ability users who stepped into the warehouse area would no longer be blocked by the pearl dream.
Suddenly, there was a strong fluctuation in the air. Ding Meng decisively turned around and saw a large cloud of black fog appear at the end of the bridge. This aura was very familiar. After the black fog spread for a while, a middle-aged man in a black trench coat walked out.
This man had an imposing appearance, and the aura on his body was extremely dense. He looked around, and only then noticed Ding Meng.
"I've seen you before!" the man spoke first.
Ding Meng was a little surprised. "Oh?"
The man said, "Your name is Ding Meng. You're an expert. No wonder Little Tian and the other two were crying for help. They are indeed no match for you."
Ding Meng's face sank. "Unfortunately, I don't know you!"
The man revealed a sinister smile. "It doesn't matter if you know me or not. You won't live for long anyway."
Ding Meng also smiled. "Even if I'm going to die at your hands, shouldn't you at least let me know your name?"
The man smiled. "Normal people don't deserve to know my name, but you're an exception. You were able to escape from Rain Forest Planet back then, which is enough to prove that you're not bad. You can call me Meng Fan."
"Rain Forest Planet?" Ding Meng seemed to understand. "So you're from the Norse Empire Apocalypse Group?"
Meng Fan smiled again. He did not deny it, but he did not admit it either.
"No!" Ding Meng suddenly realized. "You're from the Black Handprint Group!"
Meng Fan revealed a look of surprise. "You're so young, but you know about us!"
Ding Meng said seriously, "You're from the Fifth Lord!"
Meng Fan's face sank as well. "You know too much!"
Ding Meng smiled bitterly to himself. He had learned this information from Julie and the grassroots empire.
Meng Fan's expression became cheerful again. "Since you know about the Fifth Lord, then you should know that the Fifth Lord appreciates talents the most. If you join us, you'll be entrusted with important tasks."
Ding Meng said, "If you want me to join you, you should at least let me know what this bridge is all about, right?"
Meng Fan smiled again. "It seems that you're just like that Xin Jie, sly and cunning. You want to get information from me?"
Ding Meng sighed and said, "This is called 'no risk, no gain'. You want me to join you, but you want me to join you with just your mouth?"
Meng Fan smiled even more happily. "When you beg for mercy later, you'll know that I only need to move my mouth."
While he was speaking, Ding Meng secretly circulated his origin energy. This Meng Fan in front of him was definitely not a weakling. He must have astonishing skills.
Sure enough, an extremely powerful wave of energy surged across the bridge, sweeping across it like a steel plate. Meng Fan had not even made a move, but his aura was already astonishing enough.
This wave of energy was a mixture of the thermodynamic and hard systems. Ding Meng found himself sliding backwards uncontrollably. He estimated that this Meng Fan was at least a high-level Battle-Saint. It seemed that he had underestimated him.
Ding Meng quickly circulated the first five origin points. This was just a normal circulation, and he did not activate the diamond-shaped origin points. He slid to the edge of the broken bridge and barely steadied himself. When he raised his head again, Meng Fan had already silently appeared in front of him. He raised his leg and kicked fiercely at him.
Ding Meng did not take the attack head-on. He decisively stepped to the side. Meng Fan seemed to have used too much force and rushed off the broken bridge.
Unexpectedly, Meng Fan did not fall off the bridge. Instead, his figure gradually dimmed in the air. Ding Meng quickly retreated, and Meng Fan's fist descended from the sky.
"Boom — — —"
This fist actually created a small crater in the bridge.
From the crater, a bolt of black origin energy, similar to an electric current, rushed in the direction Ding Meng had retreated.
This time, he was unable to dodge. Ding Meng slammed both of his palms on the ground. His "Sacred Yang Tiger Palm" had already reached the realm of returning to its original state. As his palms slammed down, the black energy exploded with a bang, transforming into countless golden spikes.
"Shua shua shua shua shua — —"
This was like a rain of arrows cutting across the entire bridge. Meng Fan had already expected Ding Meng to block him. In reality, he had released the hard system's origin energy after being blasted apart. Although it sounded simple, it was impossible to accomplish without a profound understanding of martial arts.
"Pu pu pu pu pu — —"
Ding Meng's entire body was pierced by countless arrows. Every small arrow of origin energy exploded after hitting its target. Countless golden eyes appeared on the bridge one after another. This scene was like a bulldozer pushing Ding Meng away.
Meng Fan stood proudly in the middle of the bridge. He did not chase after Ding Meng. Instead, he adjusted his tie and hairstyle. Very few people had been able to survive this move of his, so he had a firm grasp of his temperament.
As expected, Ding Meng was sent flying back to the bridge by the continuous explosions. He lay on the ground, motionless.
Meng Fan stroked his unconventional hairstyle and revealed a smile. "Do you believe me now?
Sometimes, using your mouth is better than using your hands. "
"Mm, you really do have some skills!" Ding Meng replied in a muffled voice as he lay on the ground.
"Hm?"
Meng Fan turned his head in surprise. His tone was somewhat incredulous. "You can actually stand up after receiving two of my punches?"
Ding Meng had already stood up. He patted the dust off his body. "Your punches aren't that powerful. They look good, but they don't have much strength. They're flashy but not practical."
Meng Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light. "I didn't expect you to be a high-level Battle-Saint …"
His tone immediately changed. "What a pity. Dying for nothing at such a young age. It's not worth it …"
Before he finished speaking, he once again slid over in a straight line. His speed was much faster than before. It was obvious that he had used his true strength.