Chapter 25 - Instant Kill?
The fat, bloated man wearing the pig-head mask was just as shocked as Yang Xie.
It wasn't just because of his outrageous guess, but also because of the sudden pain in his legs.
When he kicked Yang Xie away, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his legs. The force of the kick had felt like hitting an iron plate. This boy was strange; there was clearly something unusual about him.
The eyes behind the pig-head mask narrowed as they focused on the place where Yang Xie had fallen.
As the dust settled, Yang Xie slowly rose to his feet.
At this moment, Yang Xie felt a surge of fear.
It had been so close—he had nearly been defeated!
Luckily, he had reacted quickly. When he noticed the yellow pig-headed masked man's plan, he immediately merged Yang Yi and the others into his body.
Though there was a searing pain throughout his body, he was fortunate not to have sustained any fatal injuries.
Despite Rong Ying's increased strength, he was still essentially a warrior. The gap between his abilities and those of the yellow pig-headed masked man was vast.
Fortunately, Yang Xie practiced three different techniques. One of them, Futu Xuan Gong, was a body-training technique, and he also had soft armor provided by Nangong Ya.
What stunned Yang Xie even more was a discovery that shocked him to his core.
If it weren't for this new talent, even with the enhanced strength of Fusion Shadow and the physical improvement from Futu Xuan Gong, he would have been seriously injured by now.
It was his new talent: Copper Skin and Iron Bones.
This talent had greatly increased his physical resilience, and if not for it, he wouldn't have been able to stand up at all.
Additionally, Yang Xie had two more talents—Dexterity and Wind Blade.
Dexterity increased his body's flexibility and reaction speed, making him faster. Wind Blade allowed him to harness wind-based attacks.
Although Yang Xie primarily had dark-elemental talent, now he also possessed wind-elemental abilities.
These talents were all connected to Yang Yi's shadow-devouring beast. According to the feedback from his abilities, the Copper Skin and Iron Bones came from the giant bear, Dexterity came from the group of alien beasts and monkeys, and the Wind Blade came from a pack of exotic wolves.
But then Yang Xie was left wondering: Why hadn't he gained talents from the five first-level alien wolves he had killed earlier? Was it because they were too weak or too few in number?
It seemed that his Shadow Devourer ability could not only enhance his strength but also grant him the talents of the beasts he devoured.
This was unbelievable! The Shadow Devourer ability was incredibly strong. The more strange beasts he killed, the more his strength would grow.
But for now, he needed to get through the immediate crisis.
The bloated yellow pig-headed masked man was incredibly strong. Yang Xie wasn't sure if he could take him on in his fused shadow form.
Currently, Yang Xie was a level-four warrior, and all the shadow soldiers were also level-four warriors. When he was just a warrior, his shadow-melting power exceeded 100,000 kilograms, and it was likely even higher now. He wasn't sure how powerful the pig-headed masked man was, though.
Although dozens of shadow soldiers were consumed during the battle, there were still over 900 remaining.
Yang Xie had initially been worried about the soldiers not being able to recover, but as he looked at the figures slowly gathering in the divine court, he knew that as long as nothing happened to him, the shadow soldiers would remain immortal. They would always be resurrected in the spirit space of his divine court.
In no time, the dozens of shadow soldiers had been fully resurrected.
But the situation still wasn't looking good.
Nangong Qing and the others were still unconscious, so he couldn't rely on them. He had to stay on guard, always aware of the possibility of dirty tricks from the enemy.
He could only rely on himself to fight to the death and keep Nangong Ya and the others safe.
Shaking off these distracting thoughts, he picked up the second-level sword that had been knocked out of his hands.
Yang Xie grinned fiercely, his voice laced with defiance.
"Here comes another pig-headed fool, a pure, big, fat pig. Looks like I'm having roast pig for dinner today."
The bloated yellow pig-headed masked man glared at him.
"You're certainly trying to show off, but you're indeed something special. I'm a warrior at the peak of martial arts, yet you're still alive after I kicked you. Even with armor, that shouldn't have been possible. Your counterattack should've killed you."
"Yang Xie, was it? I'll remember you. You've piqued my interest. I'll offer you to the Pig God for further study."
Yang Xie didn't respond. He knew the truth could only be proven through action.
Right now, it was either him or the pig-headed man.
He gripped his sword tightly and charged toward the bloated man in the yellow pig-head mask.
The pig-headed masked man, known as the Messenger, sneered disdainfully.
"Bravery is commendable, but you're a fool."
With a careless motion, he pulled out a silver iron rod and hurled it toward Yang Xie.
Yang Xie's eyes brightened. He had spotted an opportunity. The pig-headed man was just a warrior, and even when fused with shadows, Yang Xie was still just a super warrior. His strength lay in his physical abilities, and getting up close was his chance to strike.
He knew that the moment the man in the yellow pig-head mask engaged him directly, it would be the right time.
Yang Xie unleashed his full power and launched into a bloody swordfight, executing his most powerful move, the Bleeding Sword technique.
He aimed his sword at the yellow pig-head mask with all his might, ignoring the incoming iron rod.
His plan was to kill the pig-headed man in one swift strike before he could even react. Exchanging injuries for injuries was the safest option.
With the strength of over 900 shadow soldiers, his armor, and the critical talent of Copper Skin and Iron Bones, Yang Xie was confident he could land a fatal blow.
The pig-headed masked man tried to block with the iron rod, but it was too late.
The terrifying force of Yang Xie's sword crashed into the man's defense, and the pig-headed masked man's expression changed drastically. What was happening?
The masked man had been confident in his ability to withstand the blow, relying on his strength of tens of thousands of pounds, but the recoil was too much. The iron rod flew from his hands.
He could only watch as the sword cleaved through him, splitting his body in two.
His eyes were wide with shock and confusion.
He must have been wondering why a warrior who had only recently awakened and was still at a basic level of strength could wield such overwhelming power.
Yang Xie panted heavily, the blow having drained all his strength.
However, he was sure of his abilities. He had underestimated his opponent, but now he knew he had made the right move.
The martial arts master had likely possessed more methods and spiritual energy that could have turned the tide, but it was too late now.
Yang Xie looked down at the body split in two. This was the first time he had killed someone, but there was no sense of remorse. Instead, he felt a cold sense of satisfaction from eliminating a dangerous enemy.
Yang Xie even considered finishing the job entirely, but he didn't know how to do so immediately.
He called on Yang Yi to swallow the shadow. This, he thought, was the best way to make sure the enemy was truly finished.
The Shadow Devourer could ensure the man wouldn't come back.
The black-clad man, who had been beaten senseless, was still in disbelief.
Wasn't Yang Xie kicked away by the envoy?
How did the envoy get split in two?
A weakling who had just awakened for ten days, only at the warrior level, had killed the envoy at the peak of martial arts?
Was the world going crazy? Or was he losing his mind?