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Chapter 90: Chapter 86: A Ladle of the Vast Ocean, A Mighty Force That Overturns the Sky



Chapter 90: Chapter 86: A Ladle of the Vast Ocean, A Mighty Force That Overturns the Sky

Entangled by the Bloodthirsty Demon Vine on his hands and feet, every movement Su Heng made consumed a tremendous amount of strength.

Additionally, his strength was delayed and his actions slowed.

Su Heng's already less than exquisite fist technique presented numerous flaws in an instant.

Song Ting and Song Yingchun, both having consumed secret drugs, did not hesitate to overdraw their own bodies to boost themselves to their peaks.

This increase and decrease.

Throughout the brief exchange of ten or so rounds, Su Heng took more than ten hits.

"Huff..." Song Ting dodged a sweep from Su Heng, rolling awkwardly to the side and crashing through the bushes before landing on a damp meadow.

He climbed up from the ground, looking down at his own hands tingling and reddening faintly.

Then he looked up again at the completely unharmed Su Heng before him.

"Dammit!" Song Ting finally couldn't hold back and cursed loudly, "This monster, is he made of iron? Even if he truly were made of iron, he should have been smashed to pieces by us!"

"Elder brother, use that thing," Song Yingchun said, breathing heavily, "The effects of the drug are almost over, we must decide the battle quickly."

"Okay!"

Song Ting gritted his teeth, "At all costs, today this fiend must be slain, to avenge our Wendao brothers."

Song Ting suddenly burst forward, re-engaging Su Heng in close combat.

Meanwhile, Song Yingchun seized the opportunity to stealthily circle behind Su Heng.

He flipped his palm.

A pitch-black dagger with golden patterns appeared in Song Yingchun's hand.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing, even his heartbeat became almost imperceptible, his entire being seemed to perfectly blend with the surrounding environment.

Bang!

On the open ground before him.

Su Heng was covered in dense, thick layers of demonic vine.

With arms spread, he countered Song Yingchun's attack, his arms covered in brown scales, and the two briefly wrestled in collision.

Despite suffering from various negative afflictions and fighting up until now, Su Heng still effortlessly overpowered Song Ting. The latter's muscles and bones squeaked with stress, and he wailed in agony. His lower legs sank into the muddy ground as he kept retreating, trenching deep furrows.

"Now is the time—" Song Yingchun inhaled deeply.

His body, previously relaxed to the extreme, suddenly tensed up, muscles throughout his body coiling like springs, and then releasing their stored power all at once.

Whoosh!

His body disappeared from view, leaving a residual image behind. Enjoy exclusive adventures from m-v l'-NovelFire

Before the sound of air tearing could reach one's ears, he was already behind Su Heng. The dagger in his hand drew a twisted, wave-like arc under the moonlight, slashing towards Su Heng's neck.

Sss!

A large amount of hot blood spurted out, splashing over Song Yingchun's face and body.

"We did it!" Song Yingchun stuck out his tongue to lick the blood at the corner of his mouth, "So the blood of this monster tastes no different than that of normal people."

His thoughts couldn't help but diverge.

He had never faced such a formidable and undefeatable opponent, nor had he ever felt such joy.

As he looked up at the sky, ancient trees rose to the heavens in a ring, with the high, bright moon at the center of the ring.

And under the moon...

There was Su Heng's face, showing a hint of curiosity.

Bang!

Song Yingchun's body heavily hit the ground, rolling a couple of times before he realized the heartrending, burning pain that surged into his brain.

'What exactly happened just now!?'

"Why?" he said, "Why did I clearly cut his neck just now, but he still appears unharmed!?"

"What happened just now? Where did the blood come from?"

"Ahh! Ahhhhh!" Song Yingchun suffered an intense seizure in his brain, his eyes bloodshot, incapable of any effective thought.

However, even so, the answer appeared cruelly clear before his eyes.

He abruptly saw an arm in Su Heng's large hand.

The arm's five fingers were still gripping a dagger, while the other end was a mangled mess of flesh and bone, clearly torn violently from its owner.

He screamed.

With tears and snot flowing due to the unbearable pain, he looked down to see nothing but emptiness below his left shoulder.

Just blood gushing out, dyeing a large area of the ground red.

Splat!

Su Heng casually crushed the severed limb in his hand.

The dagger fell down and was caught and toyed with by Su Heng.

"You have quite a few interesting toys on you," Su Heng said with a smile, "This dagger seems to be made of a material similar to radiant stone, but much more precious. If I were completely unguarded, perhaps it would indeed hurt me."

"You..." Song Ting looked down at his brother, who was wailing continuously on the ground.

Then lifted his head and, looking at Su Heng's smiling face, his pupils contracted, his eyes vibrating uncontrollably as he finally took a step back.

"Why?" he asked, "Why is the Bloodthirsty Demon Vine completely ineffective against you?"

"It's of some use," Su Heng consoled, "The elder from the Demon Suppression Bureau once told me that a martial artist's strength is closely related to their innate constitution. The manifestation of strength, as the concrete expression of a martial artist's essence, spirit, and energy, is the same.

My physique is hundreds of times that of an ordinary person, and I have also mastered several of the Demon Suppression Bureau's secret techniques to perfection. Multiplying the two, my total strength is probably more than a thousand times that of martial artists of the same realm."

"The Bloodthirsty Demon Vine can indeed absorb the strength of martial artists, which is quite good, but for me..."

Su Heng gave a small laugh, making an analogy, "It's more or less like using a straw to empty a lake. If I were to stand still and let it continue to absorb for a few years, perhaps it could indeed do so. However, that would also require the true body of a demon and not just a demonic corpse."

"Moreover, even without strength, or even without practicing any cultivation technique, based solely on my current physique, I could already flatten most enemies."

Su Heng got up and took a step forward.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Vine entwined around him snapped and fell to the ground, turning into withered twigs.

"Do you have any other tricks left?" Su Heng could tell by the look of disbelief on Song Ting's face that there weren't any more.

"You have done very well and brought me enough surprises," Su Heng sighed, then said with a smile of consolation, "As a reward, I will use all my power to end this battle."

Once again, he stepped forward, and his expression gradually turned cold.

With that step,

the full release of his power ensued, the ghost tattoo on his back opened its eyes, and the many enhancements from the demonic form took effect.

Green Wood Vitality, Miniature Mist Skill, Fiery Sun Dark Force, Cold Ice Charm… Four kinds of true energies, each distinct but equally formidable, rose like dense smoke around Su Heng.

Their twisting contorted the air and obscured the moonlight.

His body began to swell inch by inch until, within the blink of an eye, he had become a terrifying giant over three meters tall.

Ripples, like those spreading across water, emanated from him in every direction.

The grass bowed low, surrounding trees swayed ceaselessly, and the flesh on Song Ting's face and body trembled without pause.

This was only the beginning...

The vigor around Su Heng rose skyward like a column, then transformed into a massive wall, and finally spread out like a tidal wave devouring everything.

Song Ting stood before him.

In his fully unleashed state, Su Heng's figure was almost indistinguishable.

All that could be seen was an enormous black tide surging forward, where the ground itself could barely withstand the force, continuously collapsing and forming vast ravines like those carved by river erosion.

It was a natural power that seemed to turn the heavens and the earth on their heads, and Song Ting could think of no way to overcome it.

However...

Bang!

He fiercely slammed his arms together in front of him.

Song Ting's body inflated and bright red lines of blood spurted out.

Yet, he paid it no mind, pushing his power to the limit, exceeding what his body could bear.

A roar—"Kill!"

With a strong push from his legs, he crashed into that pitch-black wave.

It was like being in the midst of a cruel hell, his flesh stripped away piece by piece, his eyes bursting, his tendons snapping, the intense pain obliterating his nerves. Large portions of his flesh, which had been burning a second earlier, were now engulfed and obliterated by ice in the next instant.

Still, he pressed on relentlessly; his fist, now reduced to bone, lightly tapped the center of Su Heng's abdomen.

"I..."

Song Ting raised his head, with only one eye remaining.

The flesh on his chin had completely disappeared, revealing his jawbone and bloody teeth.

Su Heng looked down, their gazes meeting for an instant. Then, a force like a ferocious dragon surged into his body.

A large hand burst through his chest.

In that hand were chunks of muscle, broken bones, and still writhing internal organs.

Squish!

Su Heng squeezed hard, and blood and bone splattered in every direction.

The last glimmer of light in Song Ting's eyes gradually faded.

Su Heng withdrew his burly arm, and without its support, what remained of the body fell to the ground with a dull thump.

Thoughtfully, he turned around.

Behind him was another set of mutilated remains.

This was the body of Song Yingchun, who had attempted a sneak attack from behind in support of Song Ting's frontal assault.

Unfortunately,

compared to his older brother, Song Yingchun's physical strength and energy were lacking.

Plus, the major blood loss from an earlier severed arm.

Before he could even approach Su Heng, he was already killed by the violent energy emanating from Su Heng's body.

"Huh…"

Su Heng exhaled a breath of foul air and wiped it away with his hand.

His power, moving through the air, closed the eyes of the two brothers.

"The moonlight is truly beautiful," Su Heng looked up at the sky, at the moon wrapped within towering trees, he sighed sentimentally, "What a pity, you will see it no more."

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two figures materialized behind Su Heng.

It was Li Xunhao and Miss Bai, two elders from the Demon Suppression Tower.

Seeing Su Heng's towering figure, like that of a demonic deity, and the aftermath of the battle around them, they could hardly conceal their shock.

"Tower Master!" Li Xunhao's voice was full of fervor as he knelt down with a thud.

Miss Bai was still in a daze.

Frightened by Li Xunhao's gesture, she hastily followed suit and knelt as well.

"Didn't I say not to follow me?" Su Heng frowned slightly, his voice carrying a hint of displeasure.

"With Elder Zhao Zongwu guarding the Demon Suppression Tower, there will be no issues."

Li Xunhao hurriedly said, "We found this."

He held something up with both hands.

It appeared to be a section of blood vessel or a withered branch similar to that of a plant.

"A Bloodthirsty Demon Vine's demonic form," Su Heng beckoned with his hand, seizing the demonic form in his grasp. Together with the Fish Demon's form he had obtained from Song Ting, these were the main spoils of this encounter.

"Tower Master, how should we deal with these two?" Li Xunhao couldn't help but ask as Su Heng walked away.

"They are two from the Song Family. Send their bodies back," Su Heng's figure disappeared amidst the forest, his voice reaching out under the bright moonlight.


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