activa-t Chapter 101 Fierce Battle
Chapter 101 Fierce Battle
Zhang Desheng's eyes widened in anger, and the dragon-bearded staff in his hand glowed red.
The surrounding air began to distort, and with the swing of the dragon whisker staff, endless heat waves were stirred up.
Wisps of flame blazed from both ends of the stick, and even from several feet away, Fang Hongxuan could feel its astonishing power.
Without further ado, Fang Hongxuan had already used the "Golden Python Shedding Scales" technique as he charged forward with his knife.
As he trembled, an awe-inspiring aura rapidly spread from his surroundings.
The two men clashed, their clubs and knives clashing repeatedly, sparks flying from the points where their weapons were torn apart.
Like a surging wave, the shockwave spread rapidly from the two people, breaking most of the surrounding vegetation and sending it drifting further away.
The surging flames, carried by the wind from the stick, swept towards Fang Hongxuan's face. However, before the heatwave could get close, the extreme chill extinguished it completely.
Both men took the opportunity to retreat, but the tense standoff did not diminish in the slightest.
Fang Hongxuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. His palms were already a bloody mess, and the wounds were radiating excruciating pain.
Just as Fang Hongxuan was slightly stunned, Zhang Desheng seized the opportunity that lasted less than a breath.
"How evil! Take another strike of my Fiery Sky-Burning Technique!"
Zhang Desheng roared and, holding the end of the stick with both hands, swung it down at Fang Hongxuan, carrying with it countless branches scorched by the flames and haystacks that had been quickly burned to ashes.
Its sheer scale was like a meteorite falling from the sky, making the already somber atmosphere even more oppressive.
At the same time, Zhang Desheng not only did not flee the fireball's range, but instead charged towards it alongside him, braving the heatwave.
"Such high temperatures didn't harm him in the slightest, so it seems his ability, or rather his cultivation method, is related to fire manipulation..."
"Die!"
"boom!"
The violent impact and explosion completely engulfed the battlefield where the two were located.
Thick black smoke shot straight into the sky, and flames raged near the Stone Temple, creating a hot and scorching scene!
"Hmph, a small fry is a small fry, even a reincarnated one is nothing special..."
Zhang Desheng was thinking this when he was about to relax.
The thick fog surged rapidly, and the dense darkness was pierced by light as bright as day.
The sharp tip of Cuo Jin's blade pierced straight through Zhang Desheng's lower abdomen.
Its momentum showed no signs of abating, and it was about to strike Zhang Desheng's vital point. However, it was forcibly driven back by the heavy dragon-bearded cudgel.
His bloodthirsty, mad, and murderous crimson eyes were coldly fixed on Zhang Desheng, who was stunned and in pain.
"What's going on...? Why was my body so easily pierced..."
"Fortunately, I broke free of my zombie state upon touching it and simultaneously activated my Golden Bell Shield using my vital energy; otherwise, I would have been severely injured..."
As for the method of piercing Zhang Desheng's physical defenses, it was naturally the power of the Iron Shirt Technique.
Before mastering the Great Perfection of Refining Essence into Qi, unless one possesses extraordinary regenerative abilities, once injured in the ribs, one will retain less than 30% of their strength.
However, Fang Hongxuan had no intention of giving Zhang Desheng another chance. He was determined to kill this group and would not be merciful.
Two figures, enveloped in thick fog, darted out at lightning speed, chasing after the Stone Temple.
"Don't push me too far! If you really push me too far, I'll fight you to the death!"
Zhang Desheng was almost insane, he shouted through gritted teeth. His right hand, wielding a dragon-beard staff, would occasionally swing down the crackling, scorched branches to distract him.
Fang Hongxuan remained silent, only continuing to draw his sword, closing the distance between the two.
However, the resentment and malevolence emanating from him grew stronger and stronger, while Fang Hongxuan gradually lost his rationality.
"Are you really going to fight me to the death? Those three are nothing but insignificant commoners!"
"If you spare my life, I'll definitely introduce you to the organization. At that time, all the cultivation techniques, rare treasures, and precious materials I've collected will be yours. How about it!?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Hongxuan's lifeless eyes stirred for the first time.
"Just... insignificant... lowly commoners..."
Zhang Desheng thought there was a chance for things to turn around, so he quickly tried to persuade him again.
"Yes, we are the true compatriots. They are nothing but insignificant outcasts."
"die!"
The crimson-gold light emanating from Cuo Jin perfectly reflected the hysteria and boundless madness on Zhang Desheng's face.
"Then let's all perish together!"
Zhang Desheng's face hardened, and he bit his tongue, rapidly writing some kind of incantation in his palm.
"Come!"
The half-demon statue inside the stone temple began to tremble violently, and the entire cramped temple began to shake.
"Boom!"
A violent explosion rang out in front of the two, shattering the original temple into pieces, leaving not even a trace of ruins.
A beam of golden light shot into the sky and then completely entered Zhang Desheng's body.
The armor, forged from the glow of the sunset, quickly spread across his entire body, and even his blood-stained face was cleaned up.
Unlike the previous lively atmosphere, Zhang Desheng now seemed to be invoking a deity to punish evil.
With a holy expression and an aura of fierceness emanating from him, Zhang Desheng, wielding a stick, attacked Fang Hongxuan.
"Die, die, die..."
The fierce wind from the stick, carrying the remaining flames, formed a tornado that hurtled straight at Fang Hongxuan's vitals.
Zhang Desheng brandished his dragon-bearded staff with eyes blazing with fury, as this affected the progress of his talent, "Village Guardian." In other words, every second he wasted would cost him one more point.
In order to avoid completely destroying his foundation, he had no choice but to act quickly.
At this moment, Fang Hongxuan had completely lost his rationality, standing there blankly, watching the stick grow larger and larger.
"Hmm? Why isn't he moving? Is he trying to lure me into attacking?"
Despite a moment of hesitation, Zhang Desheng still chose to go all out.
"Never mind, since you've chosen not to move, then die here! No matter how many tricks you have, this blow won't do you any good."
Thinking of this, Zhang Desheng's icy face showed an even more triumphant smile.
Just as the stick was about to touch Fang Hongxuan, the overwhelming aura of resentment surged forth rapidly.
Immediately, a huge left hand holding a rope suddenly shot out, aiming straight for the armored general whose entire body was shrouded in a shimmering, divine light.
"This is..."
Zhang Desheng's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately abandoned the attack and retreated at top speed.
"What a reckless madman! He actually got involved with those people from the Secret Realm!"
"He's definitely more ruthless than me, I admit defeat!"
Zhang Desheng, who was originally full of fighting spirit, lost all interest in fighting after seeing Immovable Wrathful King, and his desire to retreat reached its peak.
However, even though Fang Hongxuan had completely lost his rationality, he still had no intention of letting him go.
The phantom of the magic sword, swirling with surging resentment and malevolence, suddenly arrived.
"There's no escaping it..."
In a fight between two people, the brave one wins when they meet on a narrow path. At this moment, Zhang Desheng has lost his fierce spirit and will naturally suffer a counterattack from Fang Hongxuan.
It crashed down with a weight as heavy as Mount Tai.
Even though Zhang Desheng had exhausted all his divine will, he only managed to dodge the fatal blow with a clang. However, his left arm fell to the ground as neatly as if it had been sliced through a mirror.
Sweating profusely from the pain, Zhang Desheng didn't bother to check his injuries and fled the place while the thick fog was still thick.
"This feud is now set in stone. Once I find some help, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"