Tough to Trap Dragon’s Son. Overarching Heaven. (Part 3)
Only post-slash did Feng Xue notice the anxiety on Ming Suwen’s face. She knew what the dire consequences of failing to kill Pangu’s sons were. If she couldn’t shave off the evil beasts’ forces fast, then they’d be forced to fight a protracted battle. Feng Xue kept that in the back of his mind at all times; however, his speciality wasn’t offence. Plus, he didn’t have a weapon that could penetrate their bodies.
The hurt jiao threw itself at Ming Suwen to bite, but she cloned herself once, then twice, confusing Wazi. To overcome the problem, Wazi unleashed an omnidirectional spurt of lightning. As the blasts closed in on their targets, Wazi expanded their radiuses at the last second to obliterate everything, including the woman who gashed its neck open.
Feng Xue had to pull Hong Jiu and Ming Xiaolou out of the blast radius since they were too slow – unlike Sima Huai. Ming Suwen had been demonstrating excellent speed as of late, yet she grimaced and lost velocity once she evaded the closest blast. She expended a lot of energy in her thrust and then used her cloning technique immediately after, but Wazi didn’t have mercy for her.
A silhouette flitted through the lightning net and shockwaves. Instead of looking at the silhouette, Feng Xue looked a few metres beside him and praised, “Splendid movements.”
The refined man standing beside Feng Xue subtly bowed to him. To have rescued Ming Suwen from that pinch, the man demonstrated advanced internal strength, guts and superb qinggong. Even if he hadn’t reached Divine Realm, he would rival those on the cusp of ascension.
Feng Xue, upon comparing the bitter expression and movements he saw, questioned, “May this one ask if you are the self-proclaimed secluded one of Nine Nethers, Boundless Resident?”
“Indeed, that is correct. It is this one’s pleasure to meet you.”
Feng Xue had no idea how the group entered Nieyao, but judging from how he protected Ming Suwen, Feng Xue decided to put it down to some strings Ming Feizhen pulled. Thus, he offered up a salute of his own. “I have heard League of Assassins is home to talent, but I never thought even Master Ku is more masterful than the rumours say. Those steps back there were marvellous.”
“It is an honour to receive such high praise from you.”
The calmed jiao’s laborious breathing indicated that its stamina was waning. Ming Suwen did manage to cut an inch deep around its neck’s circumference, after all. If the one she slashed wasn’t a calamitous beast, Wazi would be on the brink of death. Wazi had only lost a minor amount of strength. Nonetheless, it was the biggest step toward victory against Wazi at present.
Ming Suwen sat down to recover, while Ming Xiaolou used the same internal energy style to supplement the former’s recovery.
Hong Jiu, Sima Huai and Feng Xue watched the jiao prone on the ground closely. The jiao had been dragged into deep waters. From here on out, it was going to be an uphill battle.
Ming Suwen drew her brows in: What happened on Sixth’s end? Why has the formation been defused?
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Moyan Luohou ensured the cut on Chichen’s head would keep leaking blood. To accomplish that, he’d get in and then disengage. Abels couldn’t determine how much of Moyan Luohou’s full skills he had seen from the performance because every subsequent slash was more powerful than the last. At the rate Moyan Luohou was going, he might just have overpowered the violent python.
Moyan Luohou’s breathing was so steady that it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he was still warming up. Even without Abels defending and checking Chichen, maybe Moyan Luohou could’ve soloed the python if one were to watch Moyan Luohou’s timing.
Perhaps Chichen was more bewildered than Abels as, besides Chichen gaining more strength, nothing had changed in regards to the tides of battle. The scariest thing for Chichen was thinking about how its toughest body part was being chipped away. If the tables didn’t turn, it was en route to the afterlife. Chichen had replenished its lost flesh and blood five times, granting it more strength each time, yet Moyan Luohou’s strength scaled along with it. Despite being equipped with molten armour, Chichen couldn’t keep the cut on it skull closed for Moyan Luohou would find a way to strike the same spot again and again.
Moyan Luohou wasn’t just hacking and praying for the best. The evil beasts were blessed with no sense of fear as well as bodies that were borderline perfect. Although Chichen’s body virtually had no weakness, there was one weakness it couldn’t hide – its mind. The reason Moyan Luohou systematically aimed for Chichen’s sturdiest spot was to crush Chichen’s confidence. Just because Chichen healed its wounds, it didn’t mean it could erase the pain. Similarly, the confidence Moyan Luohou shaved away didn’t come back. Healing, only to have the same spot cut open again, instilled fear of Moyan Luohou. Moyan Luohou’s specialty always was finding his opponent’s weakness.
Moyan Luohou opened his eyes and tightened his hold once again.
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