I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 49
My ability is [stand user]
BOOM——!
The force of this strike was terrifying. The exploding flames blasted directly onto Yang Dongqing, instantly turning into a raging sea of fire that engulfed his entire body.
“AH!!” Amidst a scream filled with both rage and agony, Yang Dongqing, now charred like coal, forcefully tore open a path through the flames and burst out from within.
The hair that had just grown back was once again gone.
He leaped forward like a tiger descending the mountain, lunging at Ye Fanyu.
Ye Fanyu was startled and quickly dodged. But what followed was a downpour of punches from Yang Dongqing. His fists shimmered with a metallic glow, each strike sending faint shockwaves through the air.
Yet Ye Fanyu was clearly faster. With a single backward step, he avoided the flurry. As an experienced fighter, he seized the opening between Yang Dongqing’s attacks and fired a flame bullet straight at his face.
Yang Dongqing was alarmed and hastily raised both arms to block.
Exactly as Ye Fanyu had planned.
With a grim expression, Ye Fanyu’s right hand suddenly reached out, fingers clawed—whoosh!
Flames lit up at his fingertips, transforming into five highly compressed flame bullets. But this time, he didn’t shoot them. Instead, he clenched his fingers into a tight fist.
What would happen if five compressed flame bullets were detonated in the palm?
Ye Fanyu gave the answer in the next instant.
His entire fist ignited, not just in the usual orange-yellow flames, but now with a streak of crimson—deeper, more intense.
Flame Fist!
He swung with full force, punching directly into Yang Dongqing’s exposed abdomen.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion followed. The terrifying firelight swallowed both of them in an instant.
“Aah!!”
A scream rang out as a charred figure was blasted away like a cannonball, flying in an arc through the air before slamming into a line of thick trees. With a series of cracking sounds, several trees collapsed, leaves scattering like a storm.
The body slammed hard into the ground, plowing a deep trench in the earth. Dust and gravel shot up in all directions.
The one sent flying—was Yang Dongqing.
He had assumed Ye Fanyu was weak in close combat, not knowing his opponent still had cards to play. It had all been a ruse.
Now, Yang Dongqing’s abdomen was completely scorched, the air around him filled with the sickening smell of charred meat. His consciousness began to blur, his eyes turned white. He tried to stand, only to collapse again.
He stared blankly at the sky. Only now did he truly realize… that he had always been the weak one. Even becoming a Transcendent changed nothing.
Was this the end?
With him down, he didn’t believe Su Mu could defeat Ye Fanyu. Perhaps this place would become their grave.
But… why was he so unwilling?
Tingting’s revenge was unfinished. Jasmine was still waiting for him to return. He couldn’t die yet!
That burning will reignited some hidden strength in his body. Fueled by that power, he struggled to rise, his eyes filled with fierce battle intent.
He… couldn’t fall yet!
BOOM!
A flame bullet sliced through the air and struck him cleanly.
BANG!
Yang Dongqing’s eyes rolled completely white, and he collapsed.
In the end, he still went down.
Ye Fanyu didn’t give him a chance to get back up.
At this moment, the flames around Ye Fanyu faded. He was in bad shape—his face pale, his chest heaving, and burn marks visible on his body. His right hand, in particular, was badly charred and hung uselessly at his side.
Su Mu, who had been silently observing, narrowed his eyes slightly. [Five-Finger Flame Bullet] gave Ye Fanyu high flame resistance—otherwise, he couldn’t have handled the fire at all. But even that resistance had its limits. That Flame Fist attack had harmed both enemy and self.
Five compressed flame bullets detonated at close range. The first one hurt Ye Fanyu’s hand. Only after that did it injure Yang Dongqing. Ye Fanyu had relied on his flame resistance to absorb most of the damage.
Though he’d lost a hand, Ye Fanyu now wore a vicious smile. Despite his ragged appearance, his expression was full of confidence.
Step by step, he walked toward Su Mu, “Mr. Su, you’re the last one left.”
Zhao Chaoyao and the others tensed, machetes in hand as they stepped in front of Su Mu.
Ye Fanyu’s grin twisted even more, “Do you really think a few regular people can stop me?
Hahaha… weren’t you always so arrogant before? I’m really curious what someone like you will look like in your final moments.”
But Su Mu smiled too. He waved his hand, signaling Zhao Chaoyao and the others to step aside.
They obeyed without hesitation, revealing the always-protected Su Mu.
Ye Fanyu paused, wariness flashing across his face. “Mr. Su, tricks are useless before overwhelming power.”
Su Mu gave a calm smile. His long, pale fingers reached up to gently remove his brown glasses. He carefully folded them and tucked them into his pocket.
That air of utter composure made Ye Fanyu even more cautious, alert to the extreme.
Then Su Mu spoke with a faint smile, “Mr. Ye, do you really think my ability is puppet manipulation?”
Ye Fanyu’s heart skipped. “What do you mean!? If not puppets, then how could you bring so many people into the Nightmare World?”
Su Mu shook his head gently, “My ability is [Stand User].”
“Stand? I don’t care what your power is—go to hell!” Ye Fanyu launched a sudden attack, a searing flame bullet shrieking through the air, hitting Su Mu squarely in the chest.
BOOM!
Su Mu died, his body turning into a scorched corpse.
“Hmph, trying to act mysterious.” Ye Fanyu sneered coldly.
“Mr. Ye, be careful now.” Su Mu’s voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
Ye Fanyu spun around in shock. He saw Su Mu charging at him with terrifying speed—nothing like the frail figure he’d seemed. In that moment, his burst of speed was faster than any ordinary person.
“This is impossible!? I don’t believe it!” Ye Fanyu roared in both fury and disbelief, “Five-Finger Flame Bullet!”
BANG!
A scorching flame bullet tore through the air, hitting Su Mu and exploding into brilliant flame.
But the next moment, Su Mu burst out of the fire, more than half of his body scorched—but he didn’t stop charging.
Ye Fanyu was shaken to the core. Without a reinforced body, how could someone survive a direct hit from one of his flame bullets? And if the first person he killed was Su Mu, then who the hell was this!?
A strange, dreadful feeling gnawed at his heart. He fired again, BANG! BANG!
Two more flame bullets. Only then did Su Mu finally fall, another charred corpse hitting the ground.
But Ye Fanyu felt no relief. His nerves were taut. He looked around warily.
And then—the thing he feared most… finally happened.
