Chapter 90: Chapter 86: A Ladle of the Vast Ocean, A Mighty Force That Overturns the Sky
Entangled by the Bloodthirsty Demon Vine on his hands and feet, every movement Su Heng made consumed a tremendous amount of strength.
Additionally, his strength was delayed and his actions slowed.
Su Heng's already less than exquisite fist technique presented numerous flaws in an instant.
Song Ting and Song Yingchun, both having consumed secret drugs, did not hesitate to overdraw their own bodies to boost themselves to their peaks.
This increase and decrease.
Throughout the brief exchange of ten or so rounds, Su Heng took more than ten hits.
"Huff..." Song Ting dodged a sweep from Su Heng, rolling awkwardly to the side and crashing through the bushes before landing on a damp meadow.
He climbed up from the ground, looking down at his own hands tingling and reddening faintly.
Then he looked up again at the completely unharmed Su Heng before him.
"Dammit!" Song Ting finally couldn't hold back and cursed loudly, "This monster, is he made of iron? Even if he truly were made of iron, he should have been smashed to pieces by us!"
"Elder brother, use that thing," Song Yingchun said, breathing heavily, "The effects of the drug are almost over, we must decide the battle quickly."
"Okay!"
Song Ting gritted his teeth, "At all costs, today this fiend must be slain, to avenge our Wendao brothers."
Song Ting suddenly burst forward, re-engaging Su Heng in close combat.
Meanwhile, Song Yingchun seized the opportunity to stealthily circle behind Su Heng.
He flipped his palm.
A pitch-black dagger with golden patterns appeared in Song Yingchun's hand.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing, even his heartbeat became almost imperceptible, his entire being seemed to perfectly blend with the surrounding environment.
Bang!
On the open ground before him.
Su Heng was covered in dense, thick layers of demonic vine.
With arms spread, he countered Song Yingchun's attack, his arms covered in brown scales, and the two briefly wrestled in collision.
Despite suffering from various negative afflictions and fighting up until now, Su Heng still effortlessly overpowered Song Ting. The latter's muscles and bones squeaked with stress, and he wailed in agony. His lower legs sank into the muddy ground as he kept retreating, trenching deep furrows.
"Now is the time—" Song Yingchun inhaled deeply.
His body, previously relaxed to the extreme, suddenly tensed up, muscles throughout his body coiling like springs, and then releasing their stored power all at once.
Whoosh!
His body disappeared from view, leaving a residual image behind. Enjoy exclusive adventures from m-v l'-NovelFire
Before the sound of air tearing could reach one's ears, he was already behind Su Heng. The dagger in his hand drew a twisted, wave-like arc under the moonlight, slashing towards Su Heng's neck.
Sss!
A large amount of hot blood spurted out, splashing over Song Yingchun's face and body.
"We did it!" Song Yingchun stuck out his tongue to lick the blood at the corner of his mouth, "So the blood of this monster tastes no different than that of normal people."
His thoughts couldn't help but diverge.
He had never faced such a formidable and undefeatable opponent, nor had he ever felt such joy.
As he looked up at the sky, ancient trees rose to the heavens in a ring, with the high, bright moon at the center of the ring.
And under the moon...
There was Su Heng's face, showing a hint of curiosity.
Bang!
Song Yingchun's body heavily hit the ground, rolling a couple of times before he realized the heartrending, burning pain that surged into his brain.
'What exactly happened just now!?'
"Why?" he said, "Why did I clearly cut his neck just now, but he still appears unharmed!?"
"What happened just now? Where did the blood come from?"
Yet, he paid it no mind, pushing his power to the limit, exceeding what his body could bear.
A roar—"Kill!"
With a strong push from his legs, he crashed into that pitch-black wave.
It was like being in the midst of a cruel hell, his flesh stripped away piece by piece, his eyes bursting, his tendons snapping, the intense pain obliterating his nerves. Large portions of his flesh, which had been burning a second earlier, were now engulfed and obliterated by ice in the next instant.
Still, he pressed on relentlessly; his fist, now reduced to bone, lightly tapped the center of Su Heng's abdomen.
"I..."
Song Ting raised his head, with only one eye remaining.
The flesh on his chin had completely disappeared, revealing his jawbone and bloody teeth.
Su Heng looked down, their gazes meeting for an instant. Then, a force like a ferocious dragon surged into his body.
A large hand burst through his chest.
In that hand were chunks of muscle, broken bones, and still writhing internal organs.
Squish!
Su Heng squeezed hard, and blood and bone splattered in every direction.
The last glimmer of light in Song Ting's eyes gradually faded.
Su Heng withdrew his burly arm, and without its support, what remained of the body fell to the ground with a dull thump.
Thoughtfully, he turned around.
Behind him was another set of mutilated remains.
This was the body of Song Yingchun, who had attempted a sneak attack from behind in support of Song Ting's frontal assault.
Unfortunately,
compared to his older brother, Song Yingchun's physical strength and energy were lacking.
Plus, the major blood loss from an earlier severed arm.
Before he could even approach Su Heng, he was already killed by the violent energy emanating from Su Heng's body.
"Huh..."
Su Heng exhaled a breath of foul air and wiped it away with his hand.
His power, moving through the air, closed the eyes of the two brothers.
"The moonlight is truly beautiful," Su Heng looked up at the sky, at the moon wrapped within towering trees, he sighed sentimentally, "What a pity, you will see it no more."
Whoosh, whoosh!
Two figures materialized behind Su Heng.
It was Li Xunhao and Miss Bai, two elders from the Demon Suppression Tower.
Seeing Su Heng's towering figure, like that of a demonic deity, and the aftermath of the battle around them, they could hardly conceal their shock.
"Tower Master!" Li Xunhao's voice was full of fervor as he knelt down with a thud.
Miss Bai was still in a daze.
Frightened by Li Xunhao's gesture, she hastily followed suit and knelt as well.
"Didn't I say not to follow me?" Su Heng frowned slightly, his voice carrying a hint of displeasure.
"With Elder Zhao Zongwu guarding the Demon Suppression Tower, there will be no issues."
Li Xunhao hurriedly said, "We found this."
He held something up with both hands.
It appeared to be a section of blood vessel or a withered branch similar to that of a plant.
"A Bloodthirsty Demon Vine's demonic form," Su Heng beckoned with his hand, seizing the demonic form in his grasp. Together with the Fish Demon's form he had obtained from Song Ting, these were the main spoils of this encounter.
"Tower Master, how should we deal with these two?" Li Xunhao couldn't help but ask as Su Heng walked away.
"They are two from the Song Family. Send their bodies back," Su Heng's figure disappeared amidst the forest, his voice reaching out under the bright moonlight.