Chapter 166 The Fearless

"Can you two calm down a bit! The prosthetic hand isn't there yet..."

Fander rushed out of the sand house, mentally cursing his companions' patience. If he had waited even half a minute longer, the situation would have been more favorable. Instead, the two idiots had scurried off faster than rabbits. They might have already confronted the messenger...

It stopped behind the monsters, stunned like everyone else. Ji Huaisu's sword cleaved the narrow entrance of the valley into a plain. Fander happened to see Chu Hengkong punch Luohun and send him flying into the sky!

"You will die if you endure it for half a minute!" Vander groaned.

Luohun turned in mid-air, landing soundlessly on the ground with his arms outstretched. Despite the heavy blow he had received, his face showed no sign of injury, and his tone was calm.

"That demon was right. You really should have waited longer... Rushing onto the battlefield without the Holy Pillar's protection will lead to your own death, no matter how brave you are."

"You're so arrogant, you're just a loser who bullies the weak and only fears the strong!" said Chu Hengkong.

He made no secret of his anger and contempt, like the knight-errant in the tale of the knight-errant who draws his sword to help. There was no reason, no moral righteousness, but he was filled with indignation and disdain for the evil he saw, and his hair stood on end and blood splattered.

For the first time, Luo Hun's eyes showed emotion, a haze of offense. He tied the small book around his waist and slowly clenched his brass knuckles.

"Excuse me, Mr. Nightwalker. Please hand this person over to me..." Luohun said slowly, "It is my duty to educate newcomers."

Ye Xing nodded briefly, saying nothing. They both leaped simultaneously, floating into the air as light as pieces of paper. Almost simultaneously, blazing, fiery swords slashed horizontally across the space they had occupied. Ji Huaisu stood still and drew her sword. Her blade was immensely long and wide, piercing the gravel like a fan of light and fire sweeping across the valley. Then the gravel-heavy mountain wall collapsed, sending a torrent of white sand crashing down upon the two leapers.

With just one strike of her sword, she razed nearly half of the valley to the ground.

The two messengers' figures were obscured by the dust. Without further ado, Chu Hengkong and Ji Huaisu separated. A smooth jade-like ball of light formed in Ji Huaisu's palm, and she lifted it and tossed it overhead. The howling sandstorm abruptly subsided, a thin gap tearing through the dust. A hooded man silently appeared behind Ji Huaisu, backhanding his longsword and slashing directly at the knight's head.

The pitch-black blade slashed into the ice shield. Ji Huaisu held the shield behind his back with his right hand to block the fatal blow that was coming quietly!

The strike penetrated the ice shield, shattering it. From beneath his hood, he looked at the ice crystals, then at the yellow steel armor and the ball of light in the sky. "Incredible," Ye Xing said. He drew his sword and vanished into the dust. The ball of light expanded and exploded above their heads, transforming into a dense rain of light.

Light, Fire, Dust. Discipline and Holy Judgment: Light, Gravel, and Flowing Fire.

Ji Huaisu raised his hand to control the Flowing Fire. Two-thirds of the flames chased Ye Xing away, while the rest fell uncontrollably to the other side of the battlefield. Two figures darted through the Flowing Fire, unscathed despite the rain of fire. Chu Hengkong dodged the attack with his agility, but Luo Hun, despite his larger size, was no match for him in speed.

He unleashed a powerful punch through the rain of fire, a massive swinging fist slamming into Chu Hengkong's temple. Chu Hengkong blocked the attack with a high kick, then spun around and unleashed a spinning kick to his lower body. Luohun retracted his calves to avoid the kick, his massive upper body leaning forward, arms crossed for a grapple.

But Chu Hengkong slapped the ground with one hand and leaped to avoid the grab. He flipped his body in mid-air and launched a kick, his toe tapping Luohun's left shoulder. Luohun's shoulder dropped strangely, and his upper arm froze. This was a Qi-blocking attack, a technique that used the internal impulsion of will to kill heavily armored enemies. Chu Hengkong seized this opportunity to leap again, dodging the impact of the Qi-blocking attack and driving his heel straight into Luohun's face.

But the heel strike only pierced air, and the massive bringer of fear vanished into thin air. A roaring wind pressure assaulted Chu Hengkong from his left, and he immediately raised his deformed left arm in defense. Luohun's heavy punch connected with his arm, the brass knuckles vibrating as it impacted, and a strange burst of force sent him slamming into the ground.

"Residual Light Fist: Decay."

Chu Hengkong propped himself up with his right hand, bouncing upside down and dodging heavy punches with a series of backhand flips. The soul-destroying blows sank into the sand, turning the white sand into gray dust. He clutched his left arm and rose, temporarily holding off the attack. The struck left arm turned from black to a decayed gray. The flesh was aging at an alarming rate, the muscles becoming fragile fibers, festering and festering like a spider web, and then regenerating due to the powerful vitality of the fallen.

Two external forces were clashing fiercely over his left hand. If he had been struck elsewhere, his life would have been in jeopardy. However, his left hand was useless in the battle, as it continued to stubbornly pierce Chu Hengkong's chest. He was forced to use his right hand to firmly restrain his left arm, thus blocking the upper body's attacks and preventing him from using both arms in the fight.

"You've asked too much of this old man. If you knew when to stop, you wouldn't have to tie your hands..." Luohun cracked his knuckles, "and you wouldn't be in such a dire situation, facing me, a former Bone Prayer Monk."

"Death heretic..."

Chu Hengkong stretched his neck and said, "You are still a useless bully. One hand is enough!"

"It seems that you have no attachment to your life at all."

Luo Hun transformed his fists into palms, his broad hands crashing down like two walls. Chu Heng leaped into the air, his leg thrust forward, the instep of his foot lashing out towards Luo Hun's head. Luo Hun didn't dodge, maintaining his forward momentum. A gray mist drifted around him, the historical fog that signaled the arrival of death.

"Shen."

The kick disappeared into the mist, as if trapped in an infinite space, clearly within reach yet unable to advance an inch. Luo Hun seized the opportunity to grab Chu Hengkong's ankle. The power of decay invaded his flesh, and the limbs beneath his trousers instantly withered and decrepit like dead branches. Luo Hun thus gained a power advantage. He crushed the ankle with terrifying brute force, then, like a club, pounded the incapacitated Chu Hengkong into the ground!

The overwhelming force shook the ground, and the sound of bones cracking made the monsters cover their ears in pain. Luo Hun didn't stop, raising his left foot and smashing it down with all his might, relentlessly pursuing. But Luo Hun's foot bounced back into the air, and the urgently generated Qi armor intercepted his attack.

Chu Hengkong rolled out of the sand pit, barely recovering from his injuries with his Immortal Power, and with a sweeping kick, he tripped Luohun's right foot, which was supporting his body. This strike accurately disrupted his center of gravity, and the huge man was tripped and fell backward. Chu Hengkong took the opportunity to cross his arms and rush forward, his elbow directly hitting Luohun's vitals.

At this moment, Luo Hun had nowhere to gain leverage. Even if he used the fog to block his attack, Chu Hengkong would have time to change his tactics. But his elbow to the heart missed again, just like the previous heel strike that had failed miserably. Was it a teleportation similar to the Shadow Giant's? Or a speed beyond his reflexes? Absolutely not! Chu Hengkong saw the entire process clearly. Luo Hun's massive form blurred and faded in the fog. In the moment before the attack, he disappeared into the mist of history!

"Disperse."

A call echoed from the mists of history, and Luohun, gathering his body, appeared behind him. He struck Chu Hengkong in the side with a vicious elbow, then pushed the killer forward, slamming him into the boulder! His hard elbow smashed straight into Chu Hengkong's heart!

Chu Hengkong coughed up a mouthful of blood. He forced himself to raise his head and rammed it into Luohun's head. However, his headbutt sank into the mist, the intangible barrier once again blocking the attack. Luohun spread his arms wide like wings, and swirling mist wrapped around his fists.

"Residual Light Fist: Lingering."

The mist seeped into Luohun's brass knuckles, transforming them into sharp claws made of bone. He stepped back, giving himself more room to strike, and then struck with cold, precise force, like a butcher chopping down a suspended livestock.

"scapular."

The beast's claws struck Chu Hengkong's right shoulder. The decaying power of time broke through his willful defenses, and the sharp claws crushed the killer's shoulder blades! As he retracted his fist, the curved claws gouged out large pieces of flesh and blood! Luohun's profile resembled a butcher carved from rock. He blocked Chu Hengkong's kick with mist and punched again. "Right arm." The right arm bones shattered! "Right wrist." The right wrist shattered! "Throat." The beast's claws pierced his throat! "Leg bones." Both fists shattered his legs!

"Wrist." "Ribs." "Frontal bone." "Ankle." "Liver." "Lungs." "Kidney." Luohun maintained a steady rhythm of punches, using the mist of history to block Chu Hengkong's counterattacks. Relying on continuous attacks, he pinned him down in the boulder pit, then kept beating him! Keep beating! Using cold and fierce attacks, he completely disintegrated the enemy who dared to resist!

"Please stop!" The monsters covered their ears and howled in agony. Even though they were driven to the extreme by fear, their remaining humanity still allowed them to speak. "Lord Messenger! Please! Have mercy!"

"I have an obligation to make the new life aware..." Luohun said coldly, "what will happen if you resist the Nightmare King!"

"Residual Light Fist: Cluster!"

He punched out with both fists, his concentrated strength erupting from the edges, sending Chu Hengkong flying from the battlefield and into the depths of the mist gathered in the sand house. Luohun shook the blood and flesh off his fists and stepped into the mist, pondering what he would say to the audacious rebel... wondering what kind of regretful cries he would hear...

But nothing he could imagine materialized. Luohun only saw the warrior. Beyond the mist, a fearless figure, dragging its shattered body to its feet, rose to its feet! His eyes held the same fierceness as at the start of the battle, frightening even Luohun.

Behind the man, a group of people ran out, dragging arms like steel. The beholder in the lead shouted, "Brother! Use this!"

"Don't even think about it."

Instinct led Luohun to action, and he rushed towards the crowd in an attempt to seize the prosthetic hand. However, a cyan ring emerged, and with his foot as the center, a blazing pillar of fire shot up into the sky.

"Aoki."

The power of a higher demon?

Luohun urgently constructed a barrier of mist, sealing off the surrounding area and blocking the demonic flames. The sound of gears gnashing echoed from the other side of the flames, and he vaguely saw the killer raise his arm. Luohun decisively retreated into the mist, gathering strength in its absolute safety. Then, Luohun appeared behind Chu Hengkong, striking out with both fists, a wave of shattered light and shadow.

"Residual Light Fist, Reverse Light Wheel!"

It missed. There was no feel. The teleported punch only struck the high-speed phantom. Luohun saw the shadow of the man coming from behind. Chu Hengkong was watching him coldly from behind. He shielded his back with mist and prepared to lunge forward, but the attack didn't come. The killer remained standing.

After dodging the attack, Chu Hengkong lay motionless, his body still covered in horrific wounds. The only difference from before was a silver left arm. Luohun realized the truth: Chu Hengkong hadn't recovered from the previous blow; he was merely holding on through sheer willpower.

"Disperse." Luohun disappeared into the mist again. This time, he flew to the killer's left side. He wanted to pierce the killer's head with one blow.

Then, Luohun's vision was covered by darkness.

Chu Hengkong raised his arm and launched a punch. His silver left fist pierced through the mist, the back of his fist, its knuckles distinct, striking Luohun squarely in the face. Luohun's features twisted like a vortex, his massive body rising like a chicken. Then, a blast erupted, a fierce wind blew away the mist, and the entire underwater valley began to tremble. The killer, with fury, unleashed his might, slamming the messenger of fear into the ground!

Luohun sank deeply into the ground, his eyes rolling back from the overwhelming impact. The sound of bones shattering continued to echo from within his body. All the damage inflicted by the previous consecutive blows on Chu Hengkong exploded simultaneously within him due to this single punch!

Chu Hengkong raised his left hand and said coldly: "Your boxing skills are terrible!"

(End of this chapter)