Chapter 372 - 231: Firefight (Part 2)

Chapter 372: Chapter 231: Firefight (Part 2)

"Trying to leave already?"

The words had barely faded when a figure suddenly appeared behind Witch Summoner. Three distinct energies burned around him, writhing like flames and radiating a terrifyingly dreadful aura.

"If you ask me, you should stay."

Su Xing’s voice was filled with pain, and his face twitched intermittently. The pressure from shattering three swords at once was clearly immense, something even the current Su Xing struggled to bear. Yet, it sent a long-unfelt chill down Witch Summoner’s spine. He instinctively threw an elbow strike behind him.

BOOM!

A violent roar echoed out again as a cloud of dust and smoke exploded behind Witch Summoner. However, he could clearly sense that his strike had hit nothing. The feeling made Witch Summoner’s brow furrow. He was not pleased.

Witch Summoner froze, turning to look behind him with a deep frown. Amidst the billowing dust, he could faintly make out a black shadow walking out.

As the figure passed through the layers of smoke, its blurry features gradually sharpened. It was, shockingly, the same young man Witch Summoner had sent flying with a single punch just moments ago.

Witch Summoner’s pupils shrank abruptly. A look of disbelief flashed across his face because he recognized the three energies burning around Su Xing. They were all Essences.

A person could only possess one type of Essence. This was the first time he had ever seen three different Essences on a single person. And most critically, the Extraordinary Being who possessed these three Essences was merely a sixth-rank Extraordinary Being.

Sixth-rank...

’What an insignificant rank.’

Essence,

’and what a fundamental substance it is.’

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Witch Summoner would never have believed the scene before him. His eyes became bloodshot with disbelief. His voice turned icy as he said:

"What kind of Blinding Technique is this?!"

"Heh, you should be proud enough that you didn’t die from my punch!"

As he said this, Witch Summoner subconsciously glanced at Su Xing’s body. The wounds that had been deep enough to reveal bone were now healing rapidly. Those must have been the injuries left by his earlier punch.

"Proud?"

Su Xing casually tore off the clothes on his body. He had been wearing a combat suit that Li Longxuan had specifically given him before they set out. Now, after withstanding such violent power, the suit was in tatters, like a beggar’s rags, barely covering him.

Fortunately, the black robe hidden against his chest was undamaged. It seemed Su Xing had absorbed most of the impact himself, leaving the Magical Robe he had retrieved unharmed.

As for the urn with the Lord of Luo City’s ashes, Su Xing had left it at the Cyan Cloud Sect long ago. He would never have brought it to such a dangerous place.

"Then let me give you something to be proud of."

With that, Su Xing threw the tattered clothes in his hand directly at his opponent. The garment was as torn as a rag and logically shouldn’t have posed any threat, but in Su Xing’s hands, it possessed an inconceivable power.

BANG!!!

A sound like a cannonball being fired suddenly erupted. Under the immense force, even the surrounding space had no time to react, compressed by Su Xing until it was almost liquid. Carried by this airflow, the tattered cloth shot toward Witch Summoner with astonishing power!

!!!!

Witch Summoner was confident and arrogant, but he wasn’t a fool. Now that he had seen the Essences burning around Su Xing, he wouldn’t try to block the attack head-on as before. He instantly teleported out of the way of the cloth "cannonball."

BOOM!!!

The stone wall behind where Witch Summoner had been standing was instantly struck by the projectile. The entire mountain peak was nearly pierced through, the tattered cloth buried deep inside.

All traces of contempt vanished from Witch Summoner’s face, replaced by a grave expression. He could now feel his opponent’s unparalleled strength. ’This guy... this guy... to be able to do this at only the sixth rank.’

’He must be the greatest enemy of the Witch Race!’

This was an almost unerring judgment, an obvious conclusion anyone would reach upon seeing Su Xing now.

Because Su Xing now looked like a monster.

"Who are you?"

Witch Summoner’s face was heavy. In his era, it would have been absolutely impossible for a mere human to reach this stage.

Because whether it was the Witch Race or the other various races that flourished in their prime, they possessed bloodlines that later Extraordinary Beings lacked. Possessing a bloodline meant you were destined to be superior on the Extraordinary Path.

But Su Xing was a genuine, ordinary human, without a single drop of a special bloodline. For him to have reached such a terrifying level was entirely due to his own efforts.

At this thought, Witch Summoner felt a chill of fear. He couldn’t even imagine how strong this man before him would become if he reached the seventh, eighth, or even ninth rank. This made him stare intently at Su Xing, as if trying to see through him.

However, all he could see was power and madness.

The backlash from shattering three swords was excruciating. The pain twisted Su Xing’s consciousness, planting a single thought in his mind: ’Crush him, conquer him, kill him!’

"Who am I?"

Su Xing narrowed his eyes. "Do you introduce yourself to an ant you’re about to crush underfoot?"

He parroted Witch Summoner’s earlier tone almost perfectly, causing a frosty look to settle on the latter’s face.

’This guy... He’s just an ignorant mortal, yet he dares to mock a Protector of the Witch Race like this.’

"Arrogant fool! Don’t think you’ve got me cornered just because you’ve mastered some Secret Technique to temporarily boost your power. I’d like to see how long you can maintain those three Essences!"

Essence was the source of all power, and wielding it naturally placed an enormous burden on the body. Wielding three Essences at once should be impossible to sustain for long.

Unless one reached the ninth rank, at which point an individual would be so highly fused with their Essence that they could wield its power at will. Unfortunately, Su Xing was not at that level yet. But for Su Xing, this limited time would be more than enough to deal with the enemy before him.

A white glow that seemed almost tangible began to emanate from Witch Summoner. That white glow was nearly identical in nature to the black, red, and blue auras on Su Xing, only it possessed a different kind of presence.

"Today, I’ll let a brat like you understand the strength and confidence that made our Witch Race one of the great ancient races!"

"Bring it on." Su Xing curled his lips into a grin, his chillingly white teeth glinting in the sunlight.

The next moment, the two of them attacked in unison!

With all three of his swords shattered, Su Xing used his hand as a blade. His opponent clenched his right hand into a solid fist. Both of them shot toward each other at an unbelievably terrifying speed!

BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!

Beneath the massive sonic booms, the shockwaves from their movements alone tore the surrounding ground apart, sending terrifying blasts of air smashing out in all directions.

And even before the sound echoed and the ground shattered, Su Xing and Witch Summoner had already collided at speeds far exceeding that of sound.

BOOM!!!!!!!!

A world-shaking power erupted. Everything in the vicinity began to disintegrate as massive rocks and tons of earth were blasted into the sky!

The space that had been firmly sealed by the Dragon-locking Pillars began to shatter, layer by layer. A massive spatial rift appeared, swallowing all the flying earth and debris.

And right beside this spatial rift, Su Xing and Witch Summoner engaged in a jaw-droppingly ferocious battle.

!!!!

...

「Far from the battlefield.」

At Dragon Gate, a crack suddenly appeared on one of the Dragon-locking Pillars. It slowly spread across the entire column until, with a CRACK, the pillar completely shattered!

"Holy shit!"

The disciple guarding this Dragon-locking Pillar let out a cry of alarm. He quickly took out his phone, trying to contact the Elders and other disciples who had entered the depths of Desperate Gorge.

But... a world-shaking sound suddenly echoed from the depths of Desperate Gorge.

"Th-th-this..."

The disciple stared at the terrifying scene, momentarily speechless. He stammered out the word three times before finally coming to his senses and muttering:

"What level of battle could possibly cause this?"