Chapter 356: Chapter 142 Spiritual Energy Enters the Body! Three Flowers Gathering at the Top!_1
He had used Demon Art to imitate this human’s Blade Technique, where both speed and power should be comparable, but why had he been crushed upon contact?
“Indeed… his imitation cannot mimic my Blade Force!”
With an easy Horizontal Chop, Su Changkong severed Mo Ying’s body in two, understanding as he had anticipated—the Demon Art could imitate physical abilities, but Blade Force belonged to the spiritual and realm level, which Mo Ying could not replicate!
Upward Slash!
As Su Changkong executed his attack, the second cut followed immediately, an upward slash that was still incredibly calm. He did not employ Blade Gang, nor did he use his True Qi. It was merely a simple chop, but it carried Blade Force.
In just an instant, Mo Ying’s severed body swiftly healed. Facing Su Changkong’s attack, he mirrored the same Blade Technique, but with a downward chop, pressing down towards Su Changkong’s Iron-Cutting Sword!
“Tssk!”
However, the moment they collided, Mo Ying’s Monster Qi blade once again broke. The blade edge sliced across Mo Ying’s abdomen and over his brow, a vast wound manifesting that split him open, exposing his pulsating organs for all to see.
“How… how could this happen?”
Mo Ying was utterly baffled. With the same Blade Technique, why was Su Changkong so much stronger? The difference was almost crushing. Had Mo Ying not possessed an Immortal Body, he would have been killed outright!
“Tssk, tssk, tssk!”
Swinging the Iron-Cutting Sword, Su Changkong used Horizontal Chop, Upward Slash, Splitting Cut—one after another, with no unusual variations, without using Blade Gang. Yet, the power was terrifying. Mo Ying kept on swinging his blade to meet the attacks but was easily overpowered, his body repeatedly cleaved and healed.
Chop after chop, each one severing Mo Ying at the waist and splitting him in two—though he healed at once, Su Changkong knew that the demon’s Immortal Body had its limits, with each injury depleting its own energy. Once it reached its limit, it meant death.
Such sword strikes, without using True Qi or Blade Gang, put almost no pressure on Su Changkong, and they prevented Mo Ying from imitating his Blade Gang.
Too weak, far too weak!
This Mo Ying, using Demon Art to copy his Blade Technique, but Su Changkong had Blade Force—an utterly unchallenged crush, effortlessly shredding and slicing Mo Ying, so effortless that Su Changkong could find no joy in the fight.
It was like an adult bullying a child of only a few years.
“You’re so weak! Has this past year been nothing but laziness for you, with not the slightest improvement?”
With another easy chop, Su Changkong beheaded Mo Ying and couldn’t help but speak out.
Upon hearing this, Mo Ying’s eyes turned red—he considered this young man as nothing but an ant.
In his view, after merging with the demon’s Crystal Core, he had undergone a transformation, rising above so-called martial arts geniuses. His rate of improvement was far beyond any Martial Artist’s reach, so he never considered those weaker than himself. Being weaker, they couldn’t possibly be stronger than him, their rate of progress not even on the same level.
Yet in just one year, this young man in black had effortlessly routed him, leaving him unable to even retaliate. His once-prideful Demon Art seemed ineffective, as if it had failed entirely, offering no advantage whatsoever.
Could it be that Su Changkong had deliberately understated his skills in their last encounter?
“I will slaughter you! Intention Demon Form Skill!”
Mo Ying roared furiously, his heart pounding violently as a monstrous strength burst forth. His shadow-shrouded stature, neither tall nor short, suddenly swelled and his body twisted grotesquely as it remarkably transformed.
In just a moment, Mo Ying transformed into a mini giant with two horns, nearly ten feet tall, with the head and hooves of a bull, muscles coiling powerfully.
Mo Ying’s body was entwined with thick Monster Qi, much like black serpents coiling around him, his veins protruding visibly with explosive power surging throughout his body.
A wave of force struck, pausing Su Changkong’s attack!
Intention Demon Form Skill was a formidable technique that Mo Ying had recently acquired, capable of concentrating demonic thoughts and emulating all forms of life—perfect for someone like Mo Ying who could mimic others’ abilities. By harnessing this martial skill in combination with Demon Art, Mo Ying could transform into any powerful Demon Monster or creature he had witnessed.
And now, the form of a man with a bull’s head was such a Demon Monster, a terror far beyond any lower-grade demon!
Normally, Mo Ying fought only with Demon Art, but that didn’t mean he only had that one trick—the combat strength he possessed was also terrifyingly formidable.
“Die!”
The nearly ten-foot-tall Mo Ying, with a bull’s head and body, shrouded in shadow while Monster Qi coiled around him, let out a roar that shook the woods and, from his superior position, a colossal hand aimed a vicious slap downward.
No longer mimicking Su Changkong’s techniques and fighting with his own strength, Mo Ying’s burst of battle prowess was far greater than before. The giant hand, surrounded by Monster Qi, hadn’t yet landed, but a heavy wind was already pressing downward, exploding the compressed air!
“Bring it on!”
Feeling this oppressive force, Su Changkong was not alarmed but thrilled. He gripped the Iron-Cutting Sword tight, with Blade-shaped Gang Qi pulsating within him. Upon the blade, a solid layer of Blade Gang was forming.
Leveraging the Blade Force, Su Changkong’s strikes were comparable to when he used the Blade Gang, and with Blade Gang now in play along with Blade Force, the strength was manifold greater than before!
Su Changkong’s chop flashed out like a silver dragon, leaving a silver rift in the air that lingered long and refused to fade, slashing straight at the incoming giant hand.