My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences - Chapter 535
535 The Fear of the Undying Body
“Even if the strength of numerous mediocre people were combined, it would only reach a certain limit,” Wang Kun mused to himself, his demeanor shifting between mirth, passion, and icy calm. But his words were heavy with lethal intent.
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood filling the sky came to a sudden halt, followed by a gust of wind coursing through the black dragon world. Numerous droplets of blood morphed into scarlet spears, launching toward Qin Huai with a chillingly murderous intent.
“Your emperor’s force is indeed intriguing and powerful,” Wang Kun admitted. “Even peak experts at the visceral prefecture realm would certainly die if they fight you. However, those ordinary people can only absorb so much energy. Once you exceed your limit, your vaunted emperor’s force will naturally crumble.”
His calm demeanor vanished, replaced once again by arrogant confidence. “While others can’t do it, I can! I’ve condensed the power of a million martial artists! Furthermore, these spears aren’t ordinary ones. They carry the essence of my soul!” he roared, propelling the scarlet spears through the sky even faster.
Streams of blood surged up from the blood sea into the black dragon world, intensifying the onslaught. “How long can you endure this kind of attack?” Wang Kun taunted.
Qin Huai’s expression remained composed as he slowly lifted his palm. “Black dragon world, quell!”
The rain of scarlet spears halted mid-air, as if subjects bowing before their emperor, then descended all to the ground. Their murderous aura dissipated, and the infinite black tide swallowed and disintegrated the airborne spears.
The black dragon pearl in Qin Huai’s hand swelled momentarily to the size of his head before he shrank it back to the size of a fist.
“How is this possible?” A stunned Wang Kun watched the spectacle unfold. “In my recollections, your black dragon world doesn’t possess such capabilities.”
“When did I claim to have revealed the full potential of the black dragon world?” Qin Huai retorted, locking eyes with Wang Kun. “The emperor’s force is far more complex than you imagine.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Qin Huai vanished from his spot. Wang Kun abruptly felt a chill up his spine and spun around. Yet, before he could spot Qin Huai, a gaping hole appeared in his body.
He staggered, engulfed by an eerie silence that permeated his being. “How could that be? So fast…” Wang Kun gasped in disbelief, failing to detect even a trace of Qin Huai’s aura. It was as though Qin Huai had materialized out of thin air behind him.
The next moment, Wang Kun’s limbs, and even his head, detached and flew in various directions. Maintaining his composure, Qin Huai moved again, this time appearing near Wang Kun’s severed arm, which he promptly crushed with a punch.
Wang Kun, witnessing the scene, questioned, “Teleportation?” He quickly dismissed the thought. “No, it’s just his speed… Has Qin Huai’s guardian spirit items and martial arts techniques been amplified in the emperor’s domain?” He quickly realized why Qin Huai was so powerful.
Boom!
Another thunderous sound echoed as Qin Huai materialized in front of Wang Kun’s disembodied head, instantly shattering it with a punch. However, Wang Kun promptly reassembled, his form intact and centered around his feet.
“Did you guess wrong again?” Qin Huai asked, turning to face a fully restored Wang Kun, a hint of frustration in his gaze.
“Are you joking? Do you still think I have any flaws?” Wang Kun retorted, a savage expression on his face. “Don’t be too arrogant. I’m merely acquainting myself with the full potential of this body. Once I’m completely used to it, it will mark your end. I’m just letting you show off your so-called emperor’s force before your death. Shortly, your cherished killing power will be completely crushed by me, and you will die in despair.”
Qin Huai replied slowly, “Is that so? Then why are you hiding?”
With that, the atmosphere in the Black Dragon World instantly froze.
“Me, hiding?” Wang Kun managed a strained smile as he glared at Qin Huai. “So desperate you’d have me break my limbs and head to avoid the range of your black dragon pearl.”
“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Qin Huai’s words echoed eerily in Wang Kun’s ears, sounding like a demon’s whisper. Alongside the chilling words, Qin Huai himself resonated a cold, ominous intent.
Bang!
A resounding explosion echoed, followed by red and white matter splattering all over. Qin Huai’s fists multiplied into phantoms, and in an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of fists had swooped by.
Wang Kun’s body disintegrated piece by piece, exploding into a bloody mist in mid-air.
Qin Huai’s gaze darted across the pool of blood, searching, but in the next moment, Wang Kun’s body reassembled at a speed faster than ever.
Whoosh!
A blood sword fell, heralding a million bloody slashes. Countless vengeful souls emerged from the bloody weapon, coiling around Qin Huai before the blade could even touch him.
Bang!
Another explosion followed as the bloody sword shattered under the force of Qin Huai’s dragon bone fist. Still, a significant amount of blood splattered onto Qin Huai’s shoulder, staining the black dragon world.
He furrowed his brows, acknowledging silently that Wang Kun was indeed speaking the truth. His strength and recovery speed had transcended any previous limit.
“If this duel persists, a day will be enough to bring you down,” Wang Kun boasted, grinning malevolently. “When that time comes, how will you defeat me? I can recuperate endlessly, but you? You can’t. All I need is a single opportunity to kill you.”
He continued, “Your power will dwindle as you continue to sustain injuries, just like the helpless bleeding from your arm. In the end, you’ll watch helplessly as I chop off your head.” Wang Kun’s voice dropped to a sinister whisper, reverberating in Qin Huai’s ears, trying to infiltrate his mind. This was a spell designed to affect the soul.
“I’m afraid your wish is about to be shattered,” Qin Huai retorted, activating the blood heart technique while hovering in mid-air. Almost instantly, the wound on his shoulder healed.
“You… You know the blood heart technique too?” Wang Kun’s smile froze on his face, his voice filled with shock.
His surprise was not misplaced as Qin Huai’s understanding of the blood heart technique was as profound as Zhou Chuanyong’s, a top expert in the Sacred Heart Sect.
“A defector of the Sacred Heart Sect?” Wang Kun looked at Qin Huai, slightly bewildered.
Qin Huai flexed his arms, feeling no discomfort from the previous attack. Wang Kun’s slash, filled with a significant amount of poisonous blood, had no effect on him. He lifted his gaze, meeting Wang Kun’s stunned expression. “Shall we continue?”
“You… Damn you…” Wang Kun was furious at Qin Huai’s nonchalant demeanor.
The wind howled, blowing back his hair. Once again, Qin Huai’s striking face came into view. This time, however, his fists did not aim for Wang Kun’s head but speared through his kidneys and lungs.
All his anger evaporated, replaced by a glimmer of fear. He flapped his wings, dragging his injured body out of Qin Huai’s lethal punch range.
“So, you are indeed scared,” Qin Huai’s voice echoed from behind Wang Kun as another punch lanced through his kidney. His other fist, however, was blocked by Wang Kun.
“Bastard…” Wang Kun snarled in anger.
“No one is invincible, especially you who relies on the array,” Qin Huai said unhurriedly. “Since you’re the heart of this blood sea array, you must have a genuine core that can be destroyed. Once that core is gone, your so-called immortal body will disintegrate along with this sea of blood.”
“Hahaha…” Wang Kun broke into laughter. “What are you blathering about?!”
Qin Huai, however, seemed unbothered. His gaze, sharp as a viper, pierced Wang Kun. “Let me guess, the core is hidden within a particular piece of your flesh, isn’t it?”
At this point, Wang Kun could no longer stifle the fear bubbling within him. He roared at Qin Huai, “Stop saying those baseless, stupid assumptions!”
