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"Lao Luo," he said, "I'll step on the stairs in a moment. Let's count together. When I reach three, you pull your foot back."
Leng Fengyang made a surprising decision, causing A Yan behind him to feel a tightness in her chest and Luo Shanhe to be so moved that he was almost in tears.
"No, A-Feng, you're slapping me in the face as your brother."
Luo Shanhe was unwilling to back down because he knew that Leng Fengyang had risked his life to save him.
"Lao Luo, it's precisely because we're brothers that you should listen to me. Besides, I'm more skilled than you. I have a better chance of dealing with this mechanism."
Leng Fengyang's words were filled with undeniable strength. His gaze was resolute, as if telling Luo Shanhe that this was an understanding and trust between brothers that needed no further explanation.
With that, under Leng Fengyang's unwavering gaze and unyielding attitude, Luo Shanhe reluctantly nodded, tears shimmering in his eyes—a testament to their deep brotherly bond.
"Be careful!"
A Yan was touched by their brotherhood but felt even more worried for them; after all, no one could predict what would happen next.
Leng Fengyang and Luo Shanhe locked eyes, giving each other confidence as they began to count slowly:
As the final number fell, Leng Fengyang sprang forward like a leopard, agilely leaping onto the stairs while at the same time, Luo Shanhe pulled his foot back.
Luo Shanhe was drenched in sweat and let out a long breath, but the danger had not been averted; instead, the pressure shifted onto Leng Fengyang.
Sweat beaded on Luo Shanhe's forehead as he exhaled deeply, feeling as if he had temporarily shed a heavy burden. However, the crisis was far from over; it had merely transferred to Leng Fengyang.
Leng Fengyang quickly drew out the blood-stained rebar from his shoulder and cautiously tapped on the nearby steps. After confirming and inadvertently triggering a new trap, his brow relaxed slightly because the continuous sound of turning gears echoed like Death's whisper, signaling that an even more urgent crisis was about to unfold.
"A-Feng," he said, "this trap seems to be a classic domino effect. Clearly, the first domino has already been triggered."
A Yan struggled to remain calm as she tried to piece together the design principles of the domino effect. But before she could think of a solution, she saw the stairs beneath Leng Fengyang suddenly flip over.
Leng Fengyang's body tensed; almost at the instant the stairs flipped, he relied on years of combat instinct and leaped forward sharply. His agile form traced a sharp arc in mid-air before landing steadily several meters away on another step.
Counting by the number of stairs, Leng Fengyang should now be standing on the ninth step.
"A Yan," he said, "you're right. We're facing a meticulously designed series of traps. But this isn't just a simple domino effect; it's more like a vast mechanical maze."
His voice was deep and powerful, attempting to provide A Yan with some comfort and guidance amid the tense atmosphere.
A Yan's chaotic thoughts raced through her mind. She recalled something her master had mentioned: "I remember there's some kind of reverse unlocking mechanism for dominoes. Perhaps we need to find the source that triggered this series of traps and work backward from there to stop them."
Upon hearing this suggestion from A Yan, Leng Fengyang considered their current situation and thought it worth trying. He was positioned not far from the beginning of the stairs and needed to find a way to reach the last step.
He once again attempted to use the rebar to probe ahead at the steps before him as he touched one of the steps.
The heart-stopping gears suddenly came to a halt, leaving Luo Shanhe, who had been worried about Leng Fengyang, astonished and somewhat incredulous as he asked, "Has it stopped? Is the danger gone?"
It shouldn't be.
A Yan hesitated for a moment, her expression darkening. The tension that had gripped her earlier transformed into an unsettling anxiety, for a woman's intuition is often very accurate. She realized this was the calm before the storm.
"A-Feng, you must be careful. This is likely just the beginning of the traps being triggered."
A Yan's warning heightened Leng Fengyang's vigilance. He withdrew the bloodied rebar, ready to respond to any sudden developments; it was the only weapon he could rely on at that moment.
Just as Leng Fengyang focused his mind, he noticed the seemingly bottomless steps beginning to rotate rhythmically.
His heart raced to his throat as he quickly adjusted his stance, lightly tapping his feet like a swallow dancing on waves, keeping pace with the rhythm of the steps' rotation. Each landing was a test of his judgment and reaction speed.
The rotation of the steps grew faster and faster, filling the air with tension and unease, making even breathing feel heavy.
He gripped the blood-stained rebar tightly, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, scanning for any hidden traps around him.
Besides the mechanical sounds of the rotating steps, he could faintly hear A Yan's anxious yet determined encouragement, which fueled his resolve to keep going.
Leng Fengyang knew that every step he took was crucial; one misstep could send him plummeting into an abyss from which there would be no return.
However, traps are called traps for a reason; things rarely unfold as expected. The once rhythmic rotation of the steps abruptly changed to a random spin at dizzying speeds that left him struggling to keep up.
Watching Leng Fengyang dance desperately on the steps made A Yan extremely anxious. Luo Shanhe beside her could no longer sit still either and said, "A Yan, if he keeps jumping like this, A-Feng's strength will soon be exhausted. We need to find a way to stop these damned steps."
A Yan bit her lip tightly, her eyes flickering with worry as she fretted over Leng Fengyang while trying to find any clues that might halt the stairs.
Despite being in perilous circumstances, Leng Fengyang displayed remarkable calmness and courage. Not only did he adjust his stance in sync with the steps' rotation, but he also abandoned any thoughts of finding a way out.
In a moment when the stairs stabilized temporarily, he cleverly used the blood-stained rebar as a pivot, stepping firmly and powerfully as he leaped deeper into the stairs.
Quickly, he reached the end of the stairs, but there was not a glimmer of light—only suffocating darkness. Finding a mechanism to unlock in reverse seemed nearly impossible.
[Detected an unlock button directly beneath your left foot.]
In this desperate darkness, the timely prompt felt like the brightest star in the night sky, providing Leng Fengyang with immense comfort.
He quickly crouched down and relied on his keen sense of touch to explore beneath his left foot.
His fingertips brushed against a cool metallic surface—it was indeed the unlock button.
Without hesitation, Leng Fengyang pressed down hard. Accompanied by a faint mechanical sound, it felt as though the surrounding space had gently torn open a crack.
Immediately after, the endlessly rotating Stairs came to a halt.
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