Chapter 245: I Reign Supreme…
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
w.a.n.g Baole started reminiscing about the good old days. Since he had gotten famous, many people had grown wary and cautious of his finger-bending killer move. As a result, he had to actively seek an opportunity to employ the move in each fight.
That made him yearn for the days when he was still not famous, for the feeling of having someone point their finger at him. At that moment… he could finally embrace those feelings of the past…
As the black-robed youth’s finger shot towards his forehead, he happily raised his right hand and caught the youth’s finger with an extremely practiced move. The devouring seed inside his body activated. As the strong suction force was triggered, he bent the finger upward forcefully!
“Call me Daddy!”
What kind of quirk is that? The expression on the youth’s face changed. It wasn’t that he hadn’t come across people who were into bending fingers, but someone who bent fingers and asked their opponent to call him daddy? That was the first.
A surge of shame rose within him, and a cold glint flashed across the youth’s eyes. He was a brutal and merciless character. He disregarded the extreme agony in his finger and didn’t struggle to free it. Instead, black Qi surrounded his finger instantly, and the bandages on his hand ripped apart.
An earth-shattering force surged from his finger. It was sharp like a blade that could cut through everything around it. Upon closer look, one would see waves of inscriptions rippling off his finger and hitting against w.a.n.g Baole’s palm!
“Let go!”
In his imagination, w.a.n.g Baole’s palm would explode in the next instant and become a bloodied mess. That was, in fact, the viciousness of that particular attack. Many had perished under it.
But… something unexpected occurred!
The inscriptions that seemed capable of destroying everyone, upon hitting w.a.n.g Baole’s palm, appeared to have landed on a wall of metal. Instead of causing damage to w.a.n.g Baole, they disintegrated as soon as they landed.
“You trying to scratch an itch for daddy? Are you trying to bully daddy ’cause he’s a Dharmic Armament cultivator and is weak and can’t fight? Is that why you’re trying to rob me of my fragments?” w.a.n.g Baole glared. He was thick of flesh and hard of skin. His physical body had attained the Foundation Establishment realm. The youth’s finger had struck a powerful attack, but its impact was slight. w.a.n.g Baole’s leg abruptly kicked up and towards the youth’s crotch!
What manner of attack is this again? Aiming for that place! The expression on the youth’s face s.h.i.+fted. He could feel the winds stirred by w.a.n.g Baole’s kick whipping fiercely against his trousers. His heart pumped fiercely as he struggled to escape, but w.a.n.g Baole’s hand was like a pair of pincers that he couldn’t free himself from. He could only raise his leg to block the attack. With a loud thud, his leg collided with w.a.n.g Baole’s. As the sound rang in the air, the youth’s face turned pale. He felt a strong force traveling through his entire body.
From his bones to his flesh to his blood, a tremor shook through his body. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
“d.a.m.n you Dharmic Armament cultivator! What’s all that rubbish about being weak and not knowing how to fight!” The youth was on the verge of madness and howled in fury. He had never encountered a Dharmic Armament cultivator with a physical body that was a complete freak of nature.
He wasn’t someone to be messed with as well. The youth used that sudden burst of energy between them and, deciding he could do without his finger, twisted upwards. A cracking sound of a forced break rang out. He raised his left hand in a fist and sent it flying viciously towards w.a.n.g Baole’s face!
“Go to h.e.l.l!” The youth howled. w.a.n.g Baole smiled mirthlessly. He released the finger the youth had broken himself, grabbed his wrist, and moved fluidly into the next step—twisting the next joint!
“Break!”
An excruciating pain more extreme than the previous agony sent the youth shuddering instantly. He cried out in pain as his wrist cracked and was instantly broken by w.a.n.g Baole!
Amidst the agony, his left fist flung towards w.a.n.g Baole paused. In the next moment… w.a.n.g Baole turned and grabbed hold of his left hand, bending it at the joint again!
“Break!”
Another cracking sound rang out. A pain even stronger than the previous one made the youth shudder violently. In that moment of danger, he bit the tip of his tongue immediately, spilling blood and activating a mystic technique. In an instant, a black light started erupting from his body.
The light was blinding and appeared like a black sun. It was the secret mystic art of the Galactic Dusk Sect. Upon eruption, a strong force expanded outwards in all directions.
Despite w.a.n.g Baole’s Foundation Establishment realm level physical body, he was still driven back by the force of the attack. The youth used it to speed away. In a blink of an eye, he had put more than thirty yards between himself and w.a.n.g Baole.
At that moment, the youth had the feeling of having escaped the devil’s clutches. His gaze at w.a.n.g Baole was filled with terror. He had never met such a foe in his entire life and had never suffered such a shameless defeat. His eyes were filled with confusion. He stared at his broken bones and his dangling palms that remained connected to his arms by limp muscles. Everything felt so surreal.
He’s so powerful! Seems like I still have to work harder as a Dharmic Armament cultivator. Standing more than three hundred feet away, w.a.n.g Baole rubbed his chest in surprise. The earlier force of the attack had made him feel slightly sore. As he sighed in awe, he raised his right hand in a wave. Seventy to eighty puppets appeared in an instant.
“Come on, let’s have a proper battle now!” w.a.n.g Baole sucked in a deep breath. As his spirit energy erupted from his body, the puppets surrounding him started to exude Spirit Qi. Quite a few of them started chirping as well.
The sight made the youth, who had been lost in a daze, shudder fiercely. When he heard the words “Dharmic Armament Cultivator”, he could feel his heart skip a beat. He was alarmed by w.a.n.g Baole’s puppets. Without hesitation, he turned and ran. His arms might be dangling uselessly from side to side, but his legs remained strong and fit and ran swiftly.
“Trying to escape? Leave your fragments behind!” w.a.n.g Baole glared. He swept his hand in a wave. The seventy to eighty puppets around him started chirping and chasing the youth!
From afar, the swarm of puppets was like a descending crowd of demons and the youth like a terrified little rabbit. His face drained of all color as he fled in terror.
Unfortunately… luck wasn’t on the youth’s side. Amidst his terrified escape, he didn’t notice a rope falling from the skies. It was swift, like a bolt of lightning, and soundless. It seemed to exude a sort of perverse aura as it descended suddenly.
It appeared above the fleeing youth’s head, approached speedily, and before the youth could notice anything amiss, wound itself five to six times around him, binding him tightly. The youth toppled straight to the ground.
What is going on! The youth was shocked. He found the rope familiar and realized it was the one w.a.n.g Baole had flung out earlier—the one that had raced into the sky. He would never have expected it to suddenly fly back after such a long time and tie him up. It was one thing to tie him up, but the rope was touching him inappropriately as well…
As the youth remained stunned and struggled to free himself from the rope’s restraints, suddenly… another alarming and deafening sound sounded from the heavens. A giant seal appeared in the sky. It was infused with an awesome energy and seemed like it was gazing upon the lands in contempt with the eyes of a supreme ruler. It came rumbling down.
A thundering rumble rang in the skies. The large seal crashed and landed on the youth. He spat out pools of blood and pa.s.sed out immediately from the collision.
Before he lost all consciousness, the only thought that surfaced in his mind was that of incomprehension towards the rope and the giant seal. He could not understand what sort of Numinous Treasure they were, to be released for such a long time before they suddenly unleashed their power…
He was not the only one. Even w.a.n.g Baole was shocked by the sight. However, he had known that the rope was peculiar. In the Coulomb Basin, he had witnessed the strangeness of the giant seal as well. As such, he wasn’t that surprised by their reappearance. He even thought the two treasures had done quite a good job.
He walked up to the unconscious youth, eyed the rope and large seal, and nodded approvingly.
“Good job, the both of you. Great teamwork. Keep it up!” he said, then kept the rope and seal. He eyed the unconscious youth with interest, stooped down, and started searching.
w.a.n.g Baole stripped the youth of all his belongings, including the three special fragments. After recalling how vicious the youth had been, w.a.n.g Baole snorted and stripped him naked as well, not even leaving him his underwear. He turned on his transmission ring and activated the video recording function.
“He’s really still just a kid. Can’t compare with me at all. It’s alright, I won’t kill you. This is just a lesson to you!” w.a.n.g Baole said cheerfully. He finished recording and left.
Hours later… the youth came to. He seemed to be in a daze and hadn’t yet realized what had happened. He stared at the surrounding, confused, then looked down at himself…
The next moment, a wretched, furious howl rang out across the land.