Chapter 456: Majestic (III)

Chapter 456: Majestic (III)

Li Hao then opened a crack in his armor with a swipe of his hand, one that looked like a pocket, and stuffed in the storage ring that he’d just manifested. Xie Gang’s eyes nearly fell out of his head!

He’d just seen more than a dozen storage rings in that pocket-like slit. There was also a large number of energy rings stuffed inside. How incredible! How was the Silver Armor this rich? Where did it all come from?? Was it from people it’d killed before or from earlier?

Xie Gang’s heart quailed; he was suddenly unwilling to summon others for help. He could handle an unawakened Silver Armor by himself and would have plenty of time to call for help if it awakened right before death.

Not to mention, he didn’t have to kill the Silver Armor. There wasn’t much point to that. The slit in its armor had appeared with a quick swipe. Could he break the armor or simply inflict a crack? Would all of those rings be his then?

Most important were those incomparably pure mysterious power stones. Xie Gang possessed a high status with his cultivation level, but he’d never seen stones with such clarity before...

This hesitation was precisely what Li Hao wanted. The young man understood martial masters all too well. Or rather, all humans were thus—greedy, avid, grasping...

Few were those who could control those impulses; not even Li Hao was an exception. He found it hard to restrain himself as well. His self-control had grown only after he saw more of the world. If before, he would’ve taken any risk if someone was willing to pay him one hundred cubes.

Why should Xie Gang seek help for treasure that he could claim by himself? Would there be any left for him if powerhouses were on the scene? Such were modern day supernatural and martial masters. Only a small portion of martial masters could check themselves; most supernaturals completely gave over to their inner desires. Their rapidly increasing strength only served to enhance their greed.

C’mon, show me a thing or two... You want to fight me, don’t you? A smile creased Li Hao’s eyes. “We can begin!” he messaged through the armor system. He flung himself at the supernatural with a longsword!

Xie Gang was still lost in thought and debating whether to notify his organization. He automatically responded with a punch, smashing into the armor like a boulder and even leaving a tiny dent on it...

The man blinked, then beamed! So these Silver Armors could be damaged? Why should he call for anyone then? This soldier didn’t seem that strong.

Xie Gang punched again like a meteor descending, creating a sonic wave with his blow. Li Hao tumbled off the roof and crashed to the ground. Xie Gang was overjoyed at the sight. This Silver Armor wasn’t all that!

He quickly caught up to the soldier, commencing a ferocious battle in the streets. Collisions sounded again and again. Instead of attempting to meld the three auras together, Li Hao utilized only the Nine Forged Force, the armor’s innate durability, and his highly fortified organs to clash with the other again and again!

The young man was noticeably less than Xie Gang without the supplement of the three auras. However, Li Hao didn’t care. This was the kind of battle he wanted. He employed the Nine Forged Force with impunity and even put away his longsword. He called upon the bear style of the Five Styles to smash his fist into his opponent again and again.

Boom!

Fists landed with eruptions of the Nine Forged Force. Surges of power followed one after another.

The more Xie Gang fought, the more astonished he was. The soldier wasn’t that strong, but it was very agile and didn’t seem like a dead puppet. It rather appeared that it possessed its own sentience.

Their fight drew some attention, but that attention was quickly captured elsewhere. Even more fierce fighting broke out on the next street—thunderous collisions rang nonstop!

At the same time.

Hong Yitang and He Yong had indeed engaged Yellow Moon. The shocked woman watched as He Yong brought punch after indomitable punch to bear, ones infinitely stronger than Li Hao on the next street over!

Boom!

They left her no room to breathe or even the ability to cry for help. She didn’t dare because the momentary relaxation would bring about her death. Yellow Moon could barely recover from her shock—she recognized the one who was punching her! Southern Fist He Yong! It must be him! Who else’s fists would be so domineering and penetrating?

Of the two Fists, Northern Fist was more audacious than Southern Fist, but Northern Fist did not fight like this. His fists were boundless and majestic, descending with the inexorable finality of judgment and causing his opponents to be ashamed of themselves.

Southern Fist was the epitome of ruthless domination, a completely different style.

Yellow Moon couldn’t make sense of it, why was Southern Fist wearing a suit of black armor? Had he killed one and was impersonating a soldier?

That was possible, but what about the Bronze Armor next to him? No one had been able to obtain a set so far, was that another imposter inside? That person didn’t need to do much but inflict a single stroke to leave a deep bloody gash on her. It was a swordsman, and an incomparably powerful one. She couldn’t even immediately tell who it was.

One of the Seven Swords?

Sky Sword?

But this didn’t seem to be Sky Sword’s sword intent. His was all-conquering. This person’s was impartial and mild; it lacked the sense of the height of keenness. But the more it was thus, the more terrifying that was.

Sky Sword was like Southern Fist—domineering and penetrating. This person’s sword was more like Northern Fist, a restrained majesty. Yellow Moon couldn’t begin to think where these two had come from. How were they here?

Bam!

Her thoughts in disarray, she suffered one of He Yong’s blows and backed up a few meters. Blood frothed at her mouth, but she didn’t dare further retreat. The swordsman had locked onto her from behind.

He Yong took a moment to catch his breath and smiled. “Someone else is coming, we need to end this!” His presence flared to one more berserk and imperious than before. He was abruptly thirty percent stronger.

BOOM!

There were only his fists between heaven and earth. Hong Yitang swung his sword on the outside and raised a chorus of screams. Some powerhouses that’d snuck in were instantly executed! Only Kong Jie in the distance was left standing. He looked on sternly as he grabbed Mu Sen in a fierce retreat. Golden Spear, however, looked back again and again. He withdrew only with Kong Jie’s repeated reminders.

A somber Golden Spear left the outer city. He’d recognized the two with a mix of emotions! They were old acquaintances, how could they not know each other? It was Earthturner Sword and Southern Fist!