I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 999 - 363: Breakthrough in Battle, Captive (5k)

Wen Yan glanced at the activated Nemesis of Ghosts and Gods title, then looked up at Huo Yong, whose aura was growing more powerful and form was increasingly large, and paused slightly.

Not all spirits, once they reach a certain level of strength, can be considered ghosts and gods; that’s just the basic condition.

Once powerful enough, according to Wen Yan’s understanding, one must complete a transformation and undergo some special change to possibly transcend into the realm of ghosts and gods.

Indeed, it’s all uncertain.

Among the titles Wen Yan currently holds, the Nemesis of Ghosts and Gods is one Wen Yan rarely uses.

The accompanying Soul Summoning is seldom employed.

And the defined scope of the title itself seemed as if, before the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, he had obtained the Dragon Slaying Technique, yet there was no dragon to slay at all.

This title shouldn’t have been accessible to him at his current stage; it’s not something that should exist in the current version. It was only during the resolution of the Half-Ghost-God incident that it was extensively dealt with, earning him the title directly.

Who would have thought, now it’s triggered again.

Huo Yong, half-demon, half-ghost, after devouring numerous black beads formed from spirits, seems to have one foot in the realm of ghosts and gods.

Wen Yan did not rush to equip the Nemesis of Ghosts and Gods title. He hardly encounters such a formidable opponent who he can confront directly, relying on the power of his Xin Dao, this force he cultivated.

Honestly, since he began cultivating, the most reassuring thing for him is this power he developed; it’s not an additional ability but possesses reproducibility and can be passed on to others.

Wen Yan saw Huo Yong growing stronger as people from Wudang began to restrain him, while the Wudang Sect Leader was reading incantations with closed eyes, indicating that there was still time.

Now is not the time to equip the Nemesis of Ghosts and Gods.

The blood and Qi within him surged faster and faster, integrating in reverse into the Yang Energy at an increasing speed; his muscles began to slightly bulge and become exceedingly firm, finally showing some signs of catching up with the strength of his sinews and bones.

With a step, his figure dashed out, light in his hands shining, transforming into a Chunjun Mace like a Great Sun. Accompanied by his power, qi, momentum, and intent, constantly changing amidst the surge, the surrounding waves of energy rolled like a Big Spear flying close to the ground, charging through.

Huo Yong gritted his teeth, watching Wen Yan grow increasingly strong and fierce in battle intent, laughed aloud, his fierce qi being exposed, neither dodging nor evading.

It had been a long time since he saw such a fierce warrior; he swung his arms, constantly twisting and forming into a flail, striking with ferocity, clashing with Wen Yan head-on.

The rolling waves of energy transformed into a Big Spear, with Chunjun Mace as its spearhead, intertwining with Huo Yong’s twisted arms, a fist over a meter large clashing against each other.

The air in between was forcibly exploded, ringing with blasts, an invisible shock wave mixed with dust and flames just about to spread when compressed by the forces on both sides, finally forming into a vertical smoke ring that spread outward.

The ground and ruins on both sides were ravaged by the waves, collapsing with an earth-shaking rumble.

The impact persisted for a full three seconds, and the force poured out from both sides was completely unleashed.

The wave-wrapped Big Spear vanished as Wen Yan charged forward, while Huo Yong’s fist, covered in tough black exoskeleton, was shattered to reveal his two claws inside.

After a brief pause, Huo Yong sneered, his yin-yang face more ferocious.

"Excellent, excellent, it’s rare to encounter a warrior."

He shook his arms, his steel-like limbs lashing out like iron whips, the exploding force at the tip of the punch reached its zenith.

Wen Yan shook his single hand, the Gray Cloth continuously changing shape, maneuvering his body to make his movement quicker and his bursts of speed and power stronger, wielding the Great Sun, relentlessly clashing against Huo Yong’s fists.

The speed of their exchanges increased, the sound of explosions grew more frequent.

Huo Yong’s feet sank into the earth, his arms turned into a blur, surrounded by blazing flames.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan wielding the Chunjun Mace, his Yang energy grew intense, his burning blood raged increasingly fiercely, surrounded by what seemed like flaming blood, more and more intense.

For several seconds, they exchanged blows rapidly. The power trapped between them built up to a certain extent, suddenly exploding.

Huo Yong stepped back two large steps, the binding chains breaking two links, and the black exoskeleton covering his arms cracked densely, some parts even falling off.

His two claws’ hard nails were all broken, the claws muddied like they had been smashed, only the incomplete Ghost Bone inside maintained structure.

Those Ghost Bones regenerating swiftly, restoring his arms.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan was catapulted seven or eight meters away, dispelling some of the recoil forces, landing heavily, his legs quivering, arms forming a ring to redirect the recoil force.

Accompanying a series of heavy thuds, the ground behind him collapsed slightly, branching cracks emerging.

Wen Yan’s breath was laced with flames, his hair standing on end, clothes tightened, the air around him distorted, rendering him somewhat unreal.

The power of Xin Dao operated in an unprecedentedly fierce state, transforming at a rate exceeding the normal extreme multiple times due to external pressure, and this rate continued accelerating with the intensity of the conflict.