One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 566 - 466: Truths of the Past, The Pain of a Severed Arm_2
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Bang!
The tremendous force compressed the air, blasting open myriad straight, fine lines.
The ground caved in as well, the monk’s face slightly changed, feeling numbness in his palm, his Zen Staff quivering uncontrollably, his legs remaining still as he was forced to retreat over ten meters across the ground. Deep trenches were left in his wake, and the once-clean black shoes and white socks were now stained with sticky soil.
Ban Poluo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, reaching up to touch it, he found fresh blood on his fingertips.
His expression slightly unsightly, the strike just now—if he hadn’t instinctively raised his head to dodge—might have left his head fallen on the ground. Although for a Descender, such injuries were far from fatal, being battered to this extent by a junior he had looked down upon was quite an embarrassment.
In front of Ban Poluo.
Lilith’s long hair dispersed in the howling wind, her body bathed in a layer of black flames.
Long legs and a slender waist, coupled with her stern features, she resembled Death God walking on earth, growing more valiant as the battle intensified, fully immersed in the fight before her, her similarly blood-colored pupils cold, void of any human emotion.
"I admit I made a mistake earlier, I underestimated you somewhat. But such an oversight won’t happen again."
Swoosh!
Ban Poluo moved his shoulders.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he undid the belt around his waist.
With a casual toss, his robe billowed up with the wind like dark clouds. Inhaling deeply, the muscles throughout his body rapidly swelled, stretching the white undergarment tight and even tearing it apart further.
On Ban Poluo’s face, chest, and body, densely packed prayers were tattooed with golden paint, these ancient characters now all lit up, shining with a holy light. And behind him, in the barren void, there were faint sounds of chanting, waves of immense aura radiating outward. Bathed in golden light, Ban Poluo looked like a deity descending to the mortal world, every gesture imbued with tremendous power.
"Um!"
His fist moved both slowly and swiftly, steadily pushing forward.
The instant Ban Poluo made his move, Lilith sensed the danger.
She darted like lightning, weaving through the boundless wilderness, trying to dodge at a distance. The wind swept past her ears, but in a moment of distraction, she found herself still before Ban Poluo. He wore a mocking look, as if The Buddha gazing at the monkey within his palm. With a sound as loud as tolling bells, golden ripples unfurled, twisting the void, and surged forth rapidly.
Lilith was unable to dodge in time, her body lightly tossed backward, like a kite with its string cut, not crashing to the ground until some hundreds of meters away.
After practicing the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill, Lilith could be described as quite tough.
The injuries on her were not really consequential, but for some reason, Lilith felt as if her limbs were bound by layers of spider webs, no matter how hard she tried, she could not move even slightly. Lilith struggled to try a couple of times, found it was in vain, and soon laid down resignedly on the ground. This was Su Heng’s turf, and the commotion was not minor, Lilith wasn’t worried about meeting any accidents.
Swoosh!
A flutter of sleeves, a flash of red darted by Lilith’s side.
Dark hair flowing like a cascade, her presence cold and detached, Li Hongxiu appeared beside Lilith, her pale palm gently pushing forward.
In that instant, heavens and earth upended, the cosmos reversed, the entire world turned into a massive grindstone, pressing down towards the monk before them. But it seemed that Ban Poluo had seen many similar techniques before and was well-experienced, calmly reciting, "Dispelling Sixth Grade trifling vexations of the Three Realms..." Then with a shrug of his shoulders, he broke free from the binds.
Immediately after, he pointed forward, and as the golden light blazed.
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Li Hongxiu was originally just a phantom, but at this moment, she staggered, her face revealing a pained expression.
Knowing she was no match for the figure before her, Li Hongxiu could only sigh helplessly and whisper, "Master, I’ll have to trouble you to take care of what follows."
Crack!
As Li Hongxiu’s words fell,
a narrow crack opened behind her, Ban Poluo stopped in his tracks, and his indifferent expression slowly turned solemn. The howling of the wind was incessant, and the rustling sound that followed was like thousands of massive earthworms writhing on the ground. A thick fungus carpet spread rapidly, and with a sigh, the fog dissipated, revealing a towering, burly figure stepping out from the crack.
His hair was wild and draped over his shoulders, he stood over three meters tall with a shoulder width of two meters, his skin was the color of bronze, and his expression was indifferent. He wore a soft black robe on his upper body, without any lining, exposing his rock-like, sharply defined muscles; his lower body had a pair of white trousers, while a copper-headed belt was fastened around his waist.
"Northern Border Demon Dragon Su Heng?"
Ban Poluo’s gaze swept over Su Heng, sizing him up and then smiling, "I’ve heard of your reputation, which can be said to be thunderous, but this is indeed the first time we meet face to face."
As a renowned powerhouse, having slain several beings of Destruction Power, even killing a King Insect, Su Heng’s combat strength was undeniably terrifying. However, this figure before him always gave Ban Poluo a strange feeling. Although the oppressive aura emanating from him was still incredibly strong, it seemed to lack the degree spoken of in the rumors.
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Ban Poluo pondered, suspecting that the likelihood was that mere mortals had exaggerated the truth.
With this thought,
he suddenly felt relieved.
Even a hint of regret began to emerge in his heart.
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Ban Poluo’s face displayed a feigned smile as he began to speak in a deliberately profound tone, "You know, the frog at the bottom of the well is actually quite happy because their world is only made of calm waters and the bright moonlight above. But once it leaps out from the well bottom and sees the vast sky and the magnificent myriad things out there, realizing their own insignificance, what comes next is suffering."
"You are now that frog, having touched something you should not have," said Ban Poluo, raising one hand in a palm salute, counseling, "Retreat now, being a blissfully ignorant king in this Wilderness isn’t so bad. Do not meddle in matters you should not meddle, otherwise, even death won’t grant you relief."
"Hahaha!"
Su Heng responded with a burst of laughter from the bottom of his heart.
Having been yanked from his slumber by Li Hongxiu, he was a tad grumpy upon waking.
But the instant he opened his eyes to such a farcical performance, the genuine amusement he felt was irrepressible, and any slight anger dissipated like smoke.
"It’s rare for a clown like you to exert such an effort in your performance before me. Since that’s the case, I’ll start by breaking your limbs and making you a human pig; then I shall see if you can still be so bold and speak the same words before me." Although at this moment it was just one of his avatars, Su Heng was still supremely confident in dealing with this clown.
Enraged by being chastised by what he deemed a servant, Ban Poluo immediately exploded with fury.
"Since you’re so keen on dying, then I shall grant your wish." The golden light on Ban Poluo did not fade, and his voice deepened, manifesting a solemn radiance as he thrust another punch forward. The space twisted, golden ripples swept across. But Su Heng’s speed was indescribably faster than Lilith’s; he dodged in a flash, avoiding the strike in an instant.
Ban Poluo panicked internally; not only was Su Heng fast, but his aura was also imperceptible. His pupils trembled slightly as he looked around, yet before he could make sense of what was happening, he felt a stabbing pain. Blood like a rainbow sprayed across the sky. In just that moment, one of his arms was torn off.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, Su Heng materialized from incorporeal to corporeal, appearing in front of Ban Poluo.
"The first one." With a calm look on his face, as if showing off, Su Heng shook the arm he had ripped from Ban Poluo’s body, then bit into it with his fanged, gaping mouth, blood trailing from the corner of Su Heng’s mouth. However, discarding the severed limb, he spat on it with disdain, "A piece of stinky meat, utter garbage!"
