WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 165: They Were Trash Anyway!

The forest floor was soaked in blood—yet not a single human body remained.

Reon slowly turned around. His face was splattered with crimson, blood from the enemies he had just slaughtered.

In his hand, his chipped and nearly broken sword trembled, still dripping red onto the ground.

Before him, Miu Jiang stood tall once again.

His left arm, which had been cut off moments ago, had fully regenerated.

A few minutes earlier, he had taken a Grade-5 Healing Pill—a rare and powerful pill capable of restoring lost limbs.

It was the highest-grade pill in his possession, a parting gift from his Master, an esteemed Elder of the Supreme Dao Sect, to use only in life-or-death moments.

Now, that precious pill had been wasted—used to regrow his arm just to deal with a worthless nobody.

Miu Jiang seethed with rage.

He stepped forward slowly, his breath steady, but his eyes blazed with barely contained fury.

"You really caught me off guard back there... you bastard," he muttered coldly.

But then his gaze swept across the battlefield—and his expression twitched.

There were no allies in sight. Only blood. Pooled, smeared, and soaked into the dirt.

A flicker of shock passed through his eyes.

"So you actually killed all of them... in such a short time," he muttered, disbelief lacing his voice.

Then his tone shifted—dismissive, scornful.

"I underestimated you, Xue Taiyang. You’ve gotten stronger—just a bit, but enough to be more than the worthless weakling you used to be."

"Not that it matters. They were trash anyway. I alone am more than enough to kill you."

Reon’s voice was low and ice-cold.

"So... you healed your hand, huh?"

Swish!

Reon swung his sword through the air, flinging the blood from its edge with a sharp hiss.

He raised the blade and pointed it directly at Miu Jiang.

"Very well," he said, his eyes glowing faintly red.

"I’ll just tear your limbs off again. Over and over... until what’s left of you is nothing but a screaming pile of meat."

"Dream on, you fucking bastard," Miu Jiang scoffed, his voice low with fury.

Then he whispered under his breath:

"Miu Family’s Secret Footwork Technique...

First Form: Shadow Steps."

WHOOSH!

In the blink of an eye, Miu vanished—then reappeared right in front of Reon.

He locked eyes with him and sneered. "You’re nothing compared to me!"

His sword began to glow faintly as he took a stance and muttered again:

"Miu Family’s Secret Sword Arts...

Fifth Form: Crimson Wind Slash!"

SWOOSH!

A burst of crimson wind surged around Miu Jiang’s blade, howling through the air like a storm.

As the sword swung down, the wind expanded violently—like a hurricane set free.

BOOM!

The attack blasted forward like a tidal wave of destruction. Trees shattered. Rocks were pulverized.

The ground was torn apart for hundreds of meters in front of him.

Miu Jiang laughed as the dust filled the air.

"You must be nothing but dust now," he chuckled smugly.

As the dust cleared, he looked ahead—

Nothing. No figure. No trace.

"Huh? Did he really turn to ash? That was... too easy." He smirked, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I really am just too powerful."

But—

Behind him, Reon had already moved. Long before Miu’s attack even landed.

Silently, he had gathered Spiritual Qi into his left hand, compressing it again and again, until it started to shift—

From Qi into... Aura.

Dark, swirling Aura coiled around his arm like a storm waiting to be unleashed.

Then—

"You’re too slow."

A voice echoed behind Miu Jiang.

"I’m getting bored."

Miu’s eyes widened. He spun around, panic flashing across his face—

And there it was.

A fist.

Charging straight at him, wreathed in dark Aura.

Reon’s eyes gleamed red as he spoke slowly:

"Crimson Howl Technique...

First Form: Blood Storming Punch!"

Miu had no time to dodge. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He instantly forced Spiritual Qi to his head, creating a desperate shield around his skull—

But it wasn’t enough.

"AAAHHRGGGHHH!"

The punch struck like a hammer from hell.

CRACK!

His spiritual defense shattered instantly. His head cracked with a sickening sound.

BOOM!

BOOOOM!!

Blood burst from his mouth as he was launched backward—tumbling through trees, smashing through bark and branches like a ragdoll.

THUUD!

Finally, he crashed into a massive boulder, slamming so hard it cracked behind him.

Drip... drip...

Blood leaked from his forehead. His vision swam.

"Hahh... Hahhh..." Miu Jiang gasped for breath, clutching his head.

’I-I’m alive... Just barely... If I hadn’t shielded my skull, it would’ve been crushed!’ he thought.

With trembling hands, he pulled out a Grade-3 Healing Pill and swallowed it quickly. His Spiritual Qi began to circulate, healing the fractures in his head.

"No... I have to take him seriously," he muttered, trying to stay calm as the pain faded.

Across the field, Reon stood quietly, sword in hand.

Suddenly—

Ding!

A crisp chime echoed in Reon’s mind.

[Congratulations! The Host has comprehended Aura Expansion through battle.]

[The Host has advanced to Novice-Level Sword Adept.]

Reon didn’t even glance at the System window.

He began walking toward Miu Jiang, step by slow step.

Miu Jiang had now fully recovered and stood up once more. His expression was grim. Gone was the arrogance—now only caution remained.

"You bastard..." he spat. "So what if you’ve gotten a bit stronger? I don’t believe you have unlimited Spiritual Qi."

"You’re just a Stage-8 Qi Solidification Realm cultivator. You’ve been fighting non-stop for nearly half an hour—your Spiritual Qi must be running dry by now."

Reon’s sword, once glowing with a pitch-dark aura, began to dim.

The swirling shadows around his hand also faded, flickering like dying embers.

"You’re right..." Reon said quietly. "I’m almost out of Spiritual Qi."

Miu Jiang’s lips curled into a smug grin. "Hah! I knew it. You’re finished."

Reon looked up, his eyes still cold and steady. "But... that doesn’t mean I can’t kill you."

Miu Jiang scoffed, his tone mocking. "Still bluffing, huh? You’re all talk now."

But inside, a hint of unease crept into his thoughts.

’Tch... something’s off. Where the hell is this bastard getting all that confidence? I shouldn’t take chances with him anymore... I’ll end this quickly. I’ll go all out right from now on.’

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