assistirfilmes Chapter 125: Killing Twenty-One First-stage Martial Artist!
Chapter 125: Killing Twenty-One First-stage Martial Artist!
Chapter 125: Killing Twenty-One First-stage Martial Artist!The bullet, composed of pure Death Energy, tore through the air at a terrifying speed, heading straight for the goateed man’s forehead.
The First-stage Martial Artist felt a chill crawl down his spine, his heart pounding violently in uncontrollable fear.
The bullet was mere inches away from ending his life.
Logically, something so small shouldn’t have posed any real threat to him, but his instincts screamed of impending death. He had heard the elders speak of what this little thing was truly capable of.
At the final moment, his Will manifested, a giant bell encasing him in a protective shell.
The Death Energy bullet froze in mid-air, unable to advance a single inch further.
Gang Reyong narrowed his eyes. Although he couldn’t perceive or see the Will directly, it was clear that the goateed man’s Will had something to do with defense.
For a First-stage Martial Artist, revealing one’s Will was rare, unless they chose to display it openly.
"Hmm?" Gang Reyong’s brows furrowed in thought.
He pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of Death Energy bullets.
But not a single shot came close. None even grazed the goateed man by an inch.
Instead, the man walked forward calmly and arrogantly.
"You brat who knows nothing of the immensity of heaven and earth... I’ll show you how terrifying First-stage Martial Artists truly are."
Gang Reyong remained silent. He kept firing relentlessly, yet every shot failed, utterly and completely.
The Death Energy in his dantian was rapidly draining. At this rate, he had enough for only ten more bullets and the enemy was already closing in.
Death Energy bullets didn’t form out of thin air. Especially not the concentrated ones powerful enough to kill a First-stage Martial Artist.
Unlike Qi, Death Energy couldn’t be absorbed from the surroundings. It only manifested in the presence of death and even then, only in faint strands.
Those strands were nowhere near enough to fill his dantain so he could use it.
"Haha! Brat, you’re dead."
The goateed man now stood twenty meters apart from him, ready to end his life at any moment.
Gang Reyong had to find a solution, and fast.
His mind raced, frantically
He immediately tried to retreat, but his foot was frozen in place, trapped by ice.
That moment of delay was all it took.
Death Energy engulfed him completely.
Within seconds, his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"One down," Gang Reyong said coldly. "Twenty more to go."
He closed his eyes briefly, then spoke in a chilling tone:
"Arise."
The other twenty First-stage Martial Artists watched the scene in horror, realizing their fate was sealed.
And soon enough, one by one, they were mercilessly overwhelmed and slain by him.
Jian Ruxue landed softly on the ground, separating from her Sword Will with a sigh. She gazed at her sword thoughtfully.
"My First Sword turns everything to ice.
My Second Sword transforms that ice into flowers that strike the enemy.
And my Third Sword..." She exhaled a breath of chilling air,
"...shatters beauty into death. Every petal, a shard; every shard, a curse."
Her eyes shone.
But, beneath it all, she felt conflicted.
"I’ve finally comprehended the true meaning behind my Third Sword, but after death."
Her gaze shifted toward Gang Reyong’s growing army, countless First-stage Martial Artists now joining the fray.
"But if I want to be someone valuable in his army. I must become even stronger. I must never allow him to slaughter an innocent life."