The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 214 - 137: The Power of Sandstorm, The Name of Huazhu_4

"Bang!"

A powerful crash echoed.

Sounds akin to frying beans emanated from the Muscle Zombie’s body, persistently crackling.

Ye Hanjun squinted, watching in disbelief as its muscles bulged once more, resembling enormous mountain peaks. The normally dominantly deep-red muscles turned bright red in an instant, pulsating violently to the rhythm of its throbbing heart, ready to explode at any moment.

"Huazhu!"

Ye Hanjun shouted and made a gesture with his fingers close together.

The Sandstorm Witch immediately whipped up a Wild Wind, propelling Ye Hanjun forward.

"Pssht!"

Before even reaching his destination, Ye Hanjun released the longsword in his hand with all his might, aiming straight at Renwo Kuang’s chest.

With a muffled sound, Renwo Kuang, who had just activated his Active Ability, failed to dodge this Surprise Attack.

However, his body was too strong. The blade of the sword Ye Hanjun threw barely penetrated two to three centimeters. It was utterly impossible to pierce through his muscles.

But...the next second, Ye Hanjun arrived and pulled out the longsword. He abruptly stabbed it into Renwo Kuang’s abdomen and violently stirred it. At last, the blade broke through the skin and entered the stomach.

Renwo Kuang, who had forcefully suppressed his rigid state, immediately aimed to grab Ye Hanjun’s neck with a palm twice the size of an ordinary person’s.

With a loud gust of wind, the Roaring Tail Sting grazed his shoulder. Experiencing intense pain, Renwo Kuang could no longer raise his bloodstained right arm.

"Clang!"

Ye Hanjun drew out the longsword, holding it against Renwo Kuang’s neck. The icy look in his eyes combined with the trace of murderous intention emitted was extremely clear.

"You have lost."

"Yes, I have lost."

"For you to charge at this critical moment, you are indeed daring..."

Renwo Kuang stopped exerting any force and remained motionless as he spoke in a deep voice.

"But the ’Explosive Muscle’ has been activated, and Renwo Lang is still in the ’Boiling Blood’ state."

"In double superposition, its only shred of consciousness will be devoured, and all that remains will be the thought of releasing power and destroying the enemy."

"This is a situation I cannot stop."

"It will surely throw the next punch, even if I am right next to it, it will not hesitate."

"If you can only subdue me and cannot stop the next attack, it would only mean we both die together."

Renwo Kuang spoke faster; the approach of death didn’t affect his composure.

Ye Hanjun chuckled, abruptly sheathed his longsword, and casually tossed it on the ground.

"Let’s see whether its fist is ferocious or Huazhu’s magic will triumph."

As soon as his words fell, the Sandstorm Witch was already beginning to float.

Golden sands and frosty winds were simultaneously ejected from her body.

In an instant, the underground training room, as bright as daylight, was mostly shrouded in darkness.

Sandstorm Witch·Huazhu, looking down on the mortal world, remained serene and indifferent, as though unaffected by the chaos.

"Whew——"

The thirty-meter radius around her was filled with flying sand and rocks. The world was murky and unclear.

With the roar of the Wild Wind and the howls of the zombies, a punch from the Muscle Zombie produced a sonic boom powerful enough to rupture eardrums.

At that moment, blood spattered, and the Muscle Zombie’s muscles shrivelled by half.

This punch, powered by all the blood, didn’t need to land a direct hit. It transformed into an Illusory Fist leaving a phantom shadow, aimed at the Sandstorm Witch.

As for Huazhu... she just calmly watched.

What reflected in her golden eyes was the surge of sand forcing its way into the sky and the howling dragon-like wind.

The air around her contained countless elemental materials. The invisible whining sound resonated, sending repeated shocks through the soul.

"Boom!!!"

With a deafening noise, everything became hazy.

This marked a collision surpassing current levels. The wind was sharp as a knife, the sand acted like a sword, and the bone-chilling edge lingered in the heart.

Amidst the endless shock and silence, there was no explosion, no shattering. The blood-tinged Illusory Fist couldn’t break through the wind and sand barrier. It was as if it had never existed, leaving no traces behind.

The whole world suddenly fell into an eerie silence.