Third Life Reincarnation: Finally Born Into a Magical World-Chapter 124: On the Warship (Part-23)

The second slash followed.

Then the third.

The fourth.

The fifth.

Each strike was faster than the last, each one carrying raging flames and explosive force. Every slash was stronger than the one before it, power stacking endlessly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

By the twentieth slash, the power had already surged to three hundred percent. Flames roared like dragons, and explosions shook the sky itself.

Du Penghui was completely overwhelmed.

His body was drenched in blood, riddled with wounds, burned, shattered, and torn apart. Flesh was blasted away, bones cracked and splintered, and his form became barely recognizable.

Boom! Boom!

By the twenty-third, twenty-fourth, and twenty-fifth slashes, Du Penghui had already lost consciousness. His body was mangled beyond recognition, like a blood-soaked corpse suspended in the air.

The twenty-sixth slash.

The twenty-seventh.

The twenty-eighth.

His bones were completely pulverized. One arm and one leg were reduced to minced flesh, scattered by the explosions.

Still not finished.

The twenty-ninth slash descended.

All four limbs vanished entirely, and his head shattered like a crushed melon, fragments spraying outward.

Ryan paused.

The golden light around him condensed, becoming incomparably dense.

The final strike.

The strongest strike. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Boom!

The thirtieth slash fell.

Du Penghui’s remaining body, flesh, blood, and bone alike, was utterly annihilated, ground into fine powder, and erased from existence.

A rain of blood poured down from the sky.

The Lord rank expert was gone.

A peerless Lord rank expert had fallen like this, right before Ryan’s eyes.

He became nothing more than a stepping stone for Ryan’s martial path, reduced to experience and rewards in an instant.

The scene felt long, almost eternal, as if heaven and earth themselves had held their breath. Yet in truth, Ryan had completed all thirty slashes in barely three seconds.

That was the terror of the Blazing Dance of Flames.

Its speed was so overwhelming that even Du Penghui, a Lord rank expert, had no chance to react before his body was erased from existence.

In Ryan’s mind, a cascade of system notifications rang out.

"Ding, congratulations to the player Ryan for killing a Lord rank expert, gaining 1,400,000experience points, and 50 God of War points."

"Ding, congratulations to the player Ryan for completing the first kill of a Lord rank expert, gaining 1,000,000 experience points, and 100 God of War points."

"Ding, congratulations to the player Ryan for obtaining Heaven-rank martial art: Frozen Miles."

"Ding, congratulations to the player Ryan for obtaining Heaven-rank equipment: Ice Aura Armor."

"Ding, congratulations to the player Ryan for obtaining 100 intermediate-grade pills."

"Ding, congratulations to the player Ryan for promotion. Current level: 44 (Four-Star Upper Exalt)."

The rewards were astonishing. Heaven-rank martial arts, Heaven-rank equipment, massive experience gains, and another breakthrough in cultivation.

Yet Ryan felt no excitement at all.

He had no interest in checking his gains, no curiosity about how much stronger he had become.

At that moment, there was only one thing on his mind.

Elder Lu.

Ryan’s figure flickered, and he shot toward the falling body in the sky like a bolt of lightning. His speed reached an extreme, almost tearing through the air itself.

Fortunately, the time he had spent unleashing the Blazing Dance of Flames was extremely short. Elder Lu had not yet fallen to the ground.

Otherwise, even if Du Penghui had not killed him, the fall alone would have smashed him into pulp.

When Elder Lu was still several hundred meters above the ground, Ryan finally caught up and reached out with both hands, firmly grabbing his body.

Elder Lu was in a horrifying state.

Half of his body was scorched black, flesh torn open, blood flowing without restraint. For anyone else, such injuries would have meant certain death, not once, but thousands of times over.

Yet Elder Lu still clung to a faint breath.

Ryan could not help but sigh inwardly. The vitality of a Lord rank expert truly lived up to its name.

Relief washed over him.

Without wasting another moment, Ryan turned around and flew back at full speed, carrying Elder Lu straight toward the Void Warship.

The instant they landed, the crowd surged forward.

Everyone looked at Ryan with reverence, but their eyes quickly shifted to Elder Lu, filled with anxiety and dread.

"How is he? Elder Lu?"

"He won’t... he won’t be..."

"Don’t speak nonsense. I can still feel his breath. He’s not dead yet."

"But his condition looks worse than before."

"Can he still be saved? If Elder Lu is gone, what will happen to the Thirty-Six Cities of the Northern District?"

"Exactly. Elder Lu always thought of the people first. If something happens to him, Western Mansion will definitely send another elder. Who knows whether that person will care about our people?"

"This is all because we were too weak. We let Elder Lu face such danger alone."

The voices were filled with guilt, fear, and despair.

Anyone with eyes could tell that Elder Lu was now hanging by a thread. His vitality was nearly extinguished, his consciousness unstable, his body halfway into death’s grasp.

Compared to earlier, this injury was far more severe.

One foot had already stepped through the gates of the underworld.

In this state, even immortals would struggle to save him.

"I say, stop being so pessimistic." Wang Zongyao suddenly spoke, his voice sharp as he cut through the chaos.

"Didn’t Li Wei just save Elder Lu once already? Why panic now?"

The words struck like a bell.

Everyone froze, then instinctively turned to look at Ryan.

Wang Zongyao also faced him, his expression tense yet hopeful. "Li Wei, tell me honestly. Can Elder Lu still be saved?"

Ryan had already performed a miracle once, pulling Elder Lu back from death and restoring part of his strength in an instant. Even though the situation was now worse, no one dared to dismiss the possibility.

After all, Ryan was a man who repeatedly turned impossibilities into reality.

"Relax," Ryan said calmly. "Elder Lu won’t die."

Those simple words immediately eased the suffocating tension. Faces that had been pale with fear regained a hint of color.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Wang Zongyao urged anxiously. "Hurry, take out that miraculous pill again and save him!"

Ryan nodded without hesitation.

He closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness sinking into the God of War System’s store.

He no longer had a Small Golden Sore Pill on hand, so he would need to purchase another.

The price was steep. One hundred God of War points, enough to exchange for a mid-tier local martial art.

But what did that matter?

Using one hundred points to save a Lord rank expert and earn his favor was more than worth it.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ryan spent the points he had just earned from killing Du Penghui and exchanged them for another Small Golden Sore Pill.

He gently placed the pill into Elder Lu’s mouth.

At once, all eyes fixed on them.

Despite Ryan’s calm confidence, Elder Lu’s battered, bloody state still made everyone’s hearts clench.

Five seconds passed.

Then, the miracle unfolded.

The blood that had been flowing nonstop suddenly ceased. Wounds that had torn flesh apart began to close at a speed visible to the naked eye. Cracked skin knitted together, scabs formed and fell away, and fresh granulation tissue grew, tender and luminous.

Elder Lu’s pale complexion rapidly regained its color, turning ruddy and full of life.