I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 142 - One Hundred Thirty-Eight: Return

Chapter 142: Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Eight: Return

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The crimson Shadow of Asura directly withstood the onslaught, the pure white giant blade light came from the south sky, and then there was the ferocious flying head giant barbarian, three powerful warriors from the Fierce Realm fully opened their fire and launched an attack on the golden giant.

Under the golden fist shadows, Feng Wentong shed bloody tears amidst smiles. In his lifetime, he had seen glory and humiliation, wisdom and foolishness.

But in the final moments of life, he had two good brothers fighting alongside him. His life was not lived in vain.

His spiritual power had run dry, even his vital blood was devoured by the Shadow of Asura, but he knew that he couldn’t die now, because he had to block the golden giant’s frontal attack for his brothers.

“By my flesh and spirit…” Feng Wentong’s eyes flashed with determination. Since his brothers were to battle, he would burn everything to open a window of victory for them!

“Sacrifice to the Asura’s battle spirit, slay the enemy who dares to offend!”

The robust body of the Fierce Realm warrior ignited the Asura’s flame, Feng Wentong offered his physical body and spirit as nourishment, to worship the Asura’s battle spirit, hence acquiring the last dazzling moment in his life!

His limbs, body, and head were all consumed in the flame. Everything was lost, only my battle spirit remains immortal.

“Big brother!” Amidst two cries of sorrow, Feng Wentong dissipated in mid-air, dead, his soul extinguished.

The Shadow of Asura became more distinct under the nourishment of flesh and spirit, just like a true Asura warrior appeared, shattering the golden giant’s fist with one strike.

With his death, Wu Zhuo and Lu Zhenghe erupted with surprising combat power in their grief and indignation.

“This blade, is for Brother Jinhuan!” Lu Zhenghe’s eyes were filled with sadness as he struck the golden giant’s head with one slash, cleaving the skull, which greatly resembled Tang Sen, into two halves.

Wu Zhuo’s flying head giant barbarian violently collided into the golden giant’s chest, the black giant horn penetrated the giant’s chest!

As the black horn exploded, the giant’s chest was torn apart by the intense spiritual power, with the whole upper body blasted open!

The Shadow of Asura was full of battle spirit, bearing three heads and six arms, it began pounding fiercely into the massive hole in the giant’s chest. In a short moment, the top half of the golden giant was smashed to bits, leaving only the waist and both legs standing in place.

The three of them combined their strikes, in just a few breaths’ time, they smashed the golden giant, which was akin to a divine being, to pieces.

“Big Brother! We have avenged you.” Wu Zhuo looked at the arrogant golden giant being eradicated, and finally couldn’t control his emotions any longer. He shouted toward the Shadow of Asura, who was still attacking, with tears streaming down his face.

Lu Zhenghe was also full of grief as he watched the trance of the Shadow of Asura, recalling the fond memories of Feng Wentong taking good care of them both in their youth.

Just at this moment, the golden giant, now with only two legs remaining, leaped high into the air. Its right leg, held aloft in mid-air, whipped onto Lu Zhenghe who stood still in mid-air.

Perhaps to say whip isn’t quite apt, because in Lu Zhenghe’s eyes, it was like a large mountain swinging over. Having lost his spiritual armor, he hastily ran his body-protecting technique, holding his long knife in front of his chest.

“Boom!”

A loud noise erupted at the place of the knife’s resistance, and Lu Zhenghe became dazed, “What kind of terrifying power is this?”

The wrist of his right hand that was holding the knife handle broke, the palm of his left hand that was bracing the knife shattered, and the golden mountain smashed onto his chest. Every bone in his body shattered, and like a falling meteor, he violently crash-landed, creating a huge pit.

Lu Zhenghe, who had lost the protection of his spiritual armor, was bleeding from all orifices just from blocking one strike from the golden giant. His organs were shattered.

“Brother Lu!” Wu Zhuo’s eyes were about to crack open, he couldn’t believe that the golden giant, left with only half of its body, had killed another one of his old friends!

What was even more despairing was that the upper half of the golden giant’s body was regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those scattered golden rocks were, as if attracted by something, converging towards this half-body giant.

In just a few breaths’ time, the golden giant regained its original state, brandishing its giant fists towards Wu Zhuo!

Immersed in grief, Wu Zhuo did not even turn his head. If this punch were to land, even with his spiritual armor protecting him, he would undoubtedly be severely injured and vomiting blood.

Although the spiritual power attached to the golden giant wasn’t strong, the terrifying force behind it could easily penetrate the spiritual armor, vibrating a martial artist’s internal organs. Even the body of a Fierce Realm expert has no leeway against such fearsome power.

Luckily, the Shadow of Asura appeared in time to block the golden giant’s murderous punch. Just when the giant’s upper body rose in the air, it was shaken off to the ground, and now, it was back.

The enemies aren’t eliminated, the fight continues – such is the soul of Asura.

The Asura with three heads and six arms held various Blood Fiend weapons, attacking the golden giant. Each strike could create a large hole in the golden giant, however, he rejuvenated in the blink of an eye, as if these attacks did not affect him at all.

The Asura was invincible. Even if it were to clash straight against the immense power of the golden giant, it would merely be knocked away, never eliminated. Still, it was not the real Asura but merely undying combat intent manifested through the Fierce Realm martial artist’s spirit. Amidst such intense fighting, its figure was visibly fading away.

The eyes of the golden giant flashed again with Divine Light, struck the weakening Asura, and annihilated it.

From beginning to end, Wu Zhuo stood in the air, numbly watching the Shadow of Asura being scattered by punch after punch.

Having vanquished Asura, the golden giant turned his gaze to Wu Zhuo. Its face resembling Tang Sen’s bore no expression as it swung a punch towards Wu Zhuo in mid-air.

“Sect Head.” Wu Zhuo looked at the golden giant’s fist, neither dodging nor hiding. Instead, he spoke to the golden giant, “Please lend me your ears.”

The golden giant’s fist continued to descend without any signs of hesitation.

From the moment they intended to lay hands on Tang Luo, any room for talks vanished between them. In Tang Sen’s heart, his family holds a position sometimes even more important than his clan.

Had he not come today, his beloved son may have been in danger. The thought of it filled him with rage. Not only should these four clan elders die, but their clans should also perish.

Wu Zhuo, watching the unstoppable giant fist, maintained his composure, seeming indifferent to life or death. He casually said, “Among the four-nine ghost curses, there is one curse named ‘Soul Curse.’ It involves burning lifeblood to summon a vengeful ghost set on claiming a life. To a martial artist of a lower realm, it’s a death sentence.”

The golden giant’s fist suddenly stopped just before Wu Zhuo’s eyes, its intense force making his long hair flutter!

“Can we talk now?” Wu Zhuo paid no attention to the giant fist before him, his eyes locked onto the golden giant’s face.

The golden giant slowly retracted his rocky fist, opened his mouth, and Tang Sen flew out from it. He stood facing Wu Zhuo, a cold expression on his face.

Wu Zhuo gave a carefree laugh and casually said, “I’ve always felt this curse to be useless. Burning one’s lifeblood to curse a lower-realm martial artist to death seemed ridiculous. I was not expecting that, today, it would provide me the rare privilege to converse with Sect Head Tang.”

Tang Sen kept a solemn face, staying silent as he evaluated possible ways to quickly kill Wu Zhuo.

As the First Head of the Martial Hall, he had some knowledge about most mystical techniques. There indeed was a ‘Soul Curse’ among the four-nine ghost curses. However, he did not know its specific effect and thought it was a regular assassination method. Now hearing about it, he realized it was something he dreaded most.

Looking at Wu Zhuo clad in spiritual armor, his heart grew heavy. Executing a fatal attack on a Fierce-Realm martial artist clad in a spiritual armor was nothing but a dream – even he could not achieve that. And the secret technique of burning one’s spirit took only a breath to cast.

If all moves were laid bare, he indeed had a way to shatter Wu Zhuo’s body, but if Wu Zhuo reacted quickly enough and chose not to dodge and directly summon his spirit to cast the curse…

That was an outcome Tang Sen could not endure. Thus, he didn’t dare to bet.

This was the greatest bargaining chip Wu Zhuo had in his current negotiation with Tang Sen..