Chapter 626: The Decisive Battle! Surge in Strength! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Who's that? The Mengshe Zhao Great General has already opened a gap, so why haven't we broken through yet?”
At the base of the mountain, a Tibetan general at Profound Martial Tier 7 noticed the hundreds of Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers being cut down near the summit, and his eyes chilled as an astonishing killing intent flashed through them.
Clang! Unsheathing an exquisite scimitar, the powerful Tibetan general immediately charged up the mountain. In a few moments…
Boom!
Weapons clashed, an explosive energy emerging. The Profound Martial Tier 7 general was covered in such powerful Stellar Energy that it had jolted the surrounding soldiers away.
A halo reverberated at his feet, energy transforming into a yellow fog at his feet and then madly surging into his body, instantly increasing his strength.
The Halo of Earth!
Compared to the people of the Central Plains, the Tibetans did not have as great an understanding of the principles of the world. Although this general did not have much power to command the laws of the world, he understood enough to absorb energy from the earth and strengthen himself.
But this thunderclap of a strike that could sunder stone ran into the strength of a mountain.
Rumble! Energy exploded, nearly leveling the summit of the mountain. Wang Chong's entire body was red, and his blood-red hair streamed out behind him. By using his two swords, he had managed to block the full-force blow of the Tibetan general.
How can it be?
The general's eyes narrowed, his heart turning cold at the sight of his opponent's ruthless and insane red eyes. This strike had had all his strength behind it, but his opponent had blocked it with his two swords and his feet seemed as steady as if they were rooted in the earth.
This strike was capable of shattering steel, but Wang Chong's body was like a mountain. Not only was it unmoved, it repelled a great deal of energy.
How could his body be this strong?
The Tibetan general's eyes were wide in disbelief.
Wang Chong's strength definitely did not exceed Profound Martial Tier 7. For him to take a blow of the same level and not even move should have inflicted severe injuries to his organs.
Not even he could have done something like that.
No, no martial artist at Profound Martial Tier 7 would be capable of such a feat, not unless their fleshly body had reached an inhuman level of toughness.
And this was only the start of the Tibetan general's surprise…
Kaclack! The sounds of gears beginning to turn rang out in the air. Lights began to shift behind Wang Chong as a massive six-armed Vajra Guardian appeared. Buddhist mantras could be heard in the air.
”The Six-Armed Ksitigarbha Vajra Guardian! Isn't this one of our Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple supreme techniques…”
The Tibetan general was flabbergasted.
It was already enough that this fellow's fleshly body was so strong that he could take his most powerful blow head-on, but he even knew a supreme technique of Ü-Tsang's Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple!!
Boom!
Bolstered by the Six-Armed Ksitigarbha Vajra Guardian, Wang Chong's hands let out a powerful strike. Boom! With this single strike, the Tibetan general was sent shooting over the ground, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
”This is impossible!”
An astonished look flickered across the general's face. While he was still shocked at the fact that he had been sent flying, a bloody light suddenly charged toward him. Swoosh! There was a pain at his neck, and then his head was flying through the air.
How fast!!
The Tibetan general's vision went black and he knew nothing else.
Ten, one hundred, one thousand… Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers were constantly falling around Wang Chong. The corpses of humans and horses as well as shattered weapons piled up around him, creating mountains of bodies and seas of blood.
More and more corpses were falling around Wang Chong, but he was like a machine that knew no fatigue, continuing his mad slaughter on the summit. The killing intent exuded by his body grew thicker and thicker, causing space itself to distort.
And those deceased Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers had their Stellar Energy sucked out by the Little Yinyang Sword. Countless streams of energy formed a bloody mist around Wang Chong's body in their haste to enter it and push his strength to even higher levels.
The Little Yinyang Art was said to be the evilest art in the world. Its ability to endlessly advance a warrior's strength was being displayed in all its gruesome glory.
Slowly, unbeknownst to even Wang Chong, a powerful and oppressive aura began to emerge from his body.
At the start, all the Mengshe Zhao and Ü-Tsang soldiers had tirelessly charged toward him, but now, anyone who reached a certain distance from Wang Chong would feel an intense unease and fear. It was like the person that was standing before them was not a person, but a demon god.
”What's going on? How did he get so strong?”
”After fighting for so long, why is it that the energy in his body isn't getting weaker, but actually stronger and stronger?”
”This fellow can't be a person! No person could be able to last this long!”
”Everyone, be careful! Don't get too close!”