Chapter 1000: Chapter 363: Breakthrough in Battle, Captive
Indeed, for a martial artist, engaging in battle is the best way to improve; pressure brings motivation.
He crouched slightly, charged out again, abandoning other abilities, confronting head-on.
With a flick of his wrist, the gray cloth wrapped around his waist, and as he moved quickly, one end of the gray cloth inserted into a gap in the ground. Wen Yan’s body spun like a top, utilizing force to counter force, colliding with Huo Yong once more.
The black exoskeleton on Huo Yong’s arms had completely fallen off; one arm was shattered, revealing inside a complete ghost bone arm.
He used pure ghost bone to withstand Wen Yan’s rapid attacks, the sound of clashing metal ringing constantly.
After a dozen fierce clashes, Wen Yan spun again, the power surging inside him finally crossing a critical point. The portions around his kidneys broke through and fused, and suddenly, that power surged like a tidal wave, breaking through the dam and directly flooding onto the Chunjun Mace.
The glaring Great Sun that the Chunjun Mace had transformed into suddenly darkened, as violent crimson flames infiltrated, turning that pure power into a sudden frenzy.
With a resounding boom, cracks densely appeared on the pure ghost bone arm of Huo Yong, and the entire arm, consolidated solely by ghost bone, shattered abruptly.
Just as Wen Yan prepared to expand his gains, a thick tail suddenly appeared behind Huo Yong, blocking the next strike, while simultaneously sending Wen Yan flying.
Wen Yan tumbled, landing on the ground, his breathing growing slightly rapid.
With a sinister expression, Huo Yong’s shattered ghost bone arm began to recover rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already half-restored.
Watching this scene, Wen Yan recalled how he once defeated an Ghost and collected ghost bone.
Most of those Ghosts dissipated, leaving no ghost bone, only a few possibly had a finger bone or a small piece of ghost bone.
Yet Huo Yong’s current situation, with both arms fully composed of ghost bone, was not only complete but exceedingly formidable.
At least, Wen Yan had never seen any Ghost series individual capable of gathering so much ghost bone.
Thinking about this guy’s powerful regenerative ability, Wen Yan couldn’t help but consider that if captured alive, he would be a treasure trove of ghost bone.
The high-quality ghost bone produced could likely support all the high-end equipment needs of the Scorching Sun Department.
After all, the equipment requiring high-quality ghost bone is actually few.
Unfortunately, he has to be killed.
Wen Yan felt somewhat regretful.
"Honestly, I really don’t want to kill you."
Wen Yan spoke truthfully, but Huo Yong didn’t believe such words at all, considering it just another taunt to incite enmity.
"If you could cut out your tongue, you would truly be a warrior."
Wen Yan sensed the aura of the Wudang Sect Leader, comparing it with earlier, he could roughly judge, it should be at the final stage of casting.
He adopted the title of Nemesis of Ghosts and Gods.
In that instant, Huo Yong’s gaze changed subtly; in his perception, Wen Yan seemed to transform into a different person, a sense of extreme danger thrilling his instincts.
His instinct had every part of his body roaring, urging him to flee immediately.
Not escaping means death!
Huo Yong lowered his body slowly, his gaze growing increasingly heavy, as if the strength around him was burning.
If at the beginning, he weighed the pros and cons and contemplated escape, by this stage, he would rather die than flee.
In his language, he growled and roared.
"A warrior never fears death."
In the next moment, he ignited the power within him, setting the chains binding him on fire, struggling and breaking free.
After breaking free, he didn’t flee but charged forward proactively.
At this moment, the Wudang Sect Leader suddenly opened his eyes; with a complete ritual and the longest casting time, the spell was finally complete.
He flung the Magic Sword, hands interlocking fingers, gripping tightly, shouting loudly.
The Magic Sword suddenly flew out, disappearing into the sky.
The next moment, a crack split the black clouds in the sky, accompanied by a noticeable Tyndall effect, with moonlight forming a beam, directly shining on Huo Yong’s body.
Almost simultaneously, a gigantic nine-meter-long sword phantom descended abruptly.
The sword was ordinary, unadorned; though a phantom, it appeared substantive, piercing through half of Huo Yong’s body, nailing him to the ground.
The Dao rhymes, mixed with indistinguishable chanting, rapidly dissipated the demonic qi from Huo Yong’s body.
In Wen Yan’s understanding, the strong power contained in this sword was secondary; the real effectiveness lay in the true damage against demons and immunity ignoring it embodied.
Huo Yong’s formidable regenerative ability was rendered utterly useless under this suppression.
At this moment, Wen Yan arrived as well.
With the Chunjun Mace, he wielded his saber technique, leaping high, descending from the sky, and the blood-colored Great Sun in his hand crashed onto the other half of Huo Yong’s body.
The previous intense resistance seemed to dissipate instantly, as Huo Yong’s ghost bone shattered instantly.
Wen Yan, though a latecomer, brought about disintegration faster than the sword phantom itself.
100% suppression, 100% true damage, 100% ignore immunity.
With all of Huo Yong’s traits suppressed, his defense was like a vacuum, and his body continued to dissipate under the blood-colored Great Sun.
Feeling this power, more terrifying than even the sword phantom and utterly devastating, Huo Yong recalled the fierce battle moments earlier, suddenly realizing that Wen Yan truly just enjoyed the head-on battle.
