Chapter 156: Fierce Battle

"Sword Transforms into Ten Thousand? Isn't this a supreme technique that can only be initially used after surpassing the Innate stage? Why is he able to use it now?" The woman in the Daoist robe, who was drinking tea, could not help but feel a bit surprised as she watched the Sword Qi that had submerged Moqi.

"Do you think you can hurt me with this move?" Moqi's disdainful voice came from within the torrent of Sword Qi. A gray-white radiance surged out from the torrent, forcefully tearing it to pieces. Even the flying sword that had been guiding the torrent of Sword Qi was knocked away, embedding itself into a pillar.

Lingyun said nothing. His figure flashed and appeared before Moqi, his hand balled into a fist, striking straight toward Moqi's face.

"Nine-Fold Force!"

Moqi's expression changed slightly. Lingyun's punch appeared to have no momentum, yet it made his hair stand on end. If this punch landed on him, it would absolutely result in terrifying consequences! Without the slightest hesitation, Moqi directly blocked forward with his Underworld King Sword.

With a "clang," Lingyun's fist struck the Underworld King Sword, emitting a crisp sound. Moqi's expression changed drastically; a red mark had actually appeared on the spot where the Underworld King Sword was struck. Afterward, nine consecutive powerful forces erupted from the blade, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly by this immense power. Even though the Underworld King Sword was a powerful sword, it developed cracks under the superimposed bombardment of these nine layers of force.

"Damn it!" A flash of anger crossed Moqi's eyes. The gray-white airflow on his body rapidly condensed onto the sword, after which he slashed out a streak of Sword Qi. After the Sword Qi was unleashed, the Underworld King Sword let out a mournful cry and shattered directly. This Sword Qi did not emit any sound, but its power was extremely astonishing; wherever the Sword Qi passed, the solid floor of the Ruby Palace cracked and crumbled one after another.

"Void Strike!" Facing the incoming Sword Qi, Lingyun slowly thrust his right fist forward once more. Wherever this punch passed, the Void trembled, as if the space around his fist had been stirred up.

The moment the Sword Qi approached Lingyun's fist, it showed slight distortion. The fist and the Sword Qi collided, producing the sound of metal clashing, followed by an incomparably powerful shockwave. Lingyun retreated gracefully within this powerful shockwave, landing only after flying back several meters.

"Not a bad Sword Qi!" Lingyun praised. On his right fist, a wound had appeared, and wisps of blood flowed from the cut. One must know that Lingyun now possessed the Body of the Great Dao; under the condition of having equal strength, it was indeed no easy feat for Moqi to be able to injure him.

"How is this possible!" Although Lingyun felt great admiration for the fact that Moqi's Sword Qi could injure him, Moqi's eyes were wide with shock. This strike of his had been released at the cost of sacrificing his own Underworld King Sword, yet the result was merely a single wound on Lingyun's fist.

"Take another strike from me, Wind Blade!"

Lingyun stepped forward, instantly crossing a distance of several meters to arrive before Moqi, transforming his palm into a blade to slash at him. His palm was covered in a layer of cyan light, appearing to hold no threat at all.

But Moqi dared not underestimate this move of Lingyun's; otherwise, the fate of the Underworld King Sword, which had just cracked, would be his own. He did not believe his body was tougher than the Underworld King Sword. Moqi grabbed at the air with both hands, and a mass of gray-white airflow appeared in his hands. The gray-white airflow gathered continuously, finally forming a light orb the size of a millstone, which he thrust toward Lingyun's hand-blade.

"Rip!"

As Lingyun's hand-blade fell, both the gray-white light orb and the surrounding air were sliced open. This hand-blade of Lingyun's seemed to cut through everything, capable of severing all things.

"What martial technique is this again! Why have I never seen it!" The moment the hand-blade cut into the light orb, Moqi's face turned ashen, and he retreated violently.

The residual force of Lingyun's move caught up to Moqi, striking sparks from his armor. A shallow blade mark instantly appeared on his armor. If he hadn't retreated quickly just now, and if his armor hadn't been sufficiently hard, Moqi did not doubt that this blade could have carved a huge wound into his body.

"Damn it, what is this guy's background? Why does he have such terrifying martial techniques?" Moqi cursed in his heart, but he dared not be slow in his movements. His hands, wrapped in powerful force, met Lingyun's fists.

Lingyun's fist style was archaic and grand; every movement carried an aura of vicissitudes, and every strike held the force of a thousand catties. Although the fist style did not appear complex, it followed the supreme principles of heaven and earth, leaving no openings. Meanwhile, Moqi's palms were wrapped in the aura of the netherworld, elusive as a god of death, striking lethal blows from unexpected places time and again.

The exchange between the two sides grew faster with every move. Occasionally, formless force leaked from their fists and feet, slamming into the floor of the Ruby Palace. If the floor of the Ruby Palace were not an indestructible item set by the system, it would likely have been riddled with holes long ago!

"Exhilarating, truly exhilarating! It has been a long time since I encountered such an opponent!" Lingyun rejoiced in his heart.

One must know that before Lingyun's strength had vanished, once he started fighting, the scope of the aftermath was too great. Moreover, finding an opponent who could let him go all out and a place where he could let go was not an easy task. After he returned to Earth, he had not encountered a suitable opponent; Ziteng Haoyi in the High School of the Dead world had been taken down by him and Luo Yexi in two moves, leaving him completely unsatisfied. Now that such an opponent had appeared, it naturally made him overjoyed.

However, compared to Lingyun's joy, Moqi was in a state of misery. After all, Lingyun was now like he had been injected with adrenaline, grabbing him and beating him wildly. Although his strength was not inferior to Lingyun's, close-quarters combat happened to be his weakest point, and facing Lingyun's fierce offensive, he had gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

"Hah!" Lingyun's fists swung faster and faster, entering a profound state. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed Lingyun's mind, and he thrust his right fist straight forward. This punch appeared plain and unremarkable, yet it passed through Moqi's defense at the perfect moment, imprinting heavily onto his chest.

"Boom!"

Like a great hammer striking a bronze bell, it emitted the sound of a booming chime. Moqi let out a muffled groan, and the armor on his chest instantly shattered into fragments, exploding inch by inch. The formless fist force caused his chest to cave in deeply. The fist force that penetrated his body shot straight out from Moqi's back, punching a hole in the armor on his back.

Moqi's figure was blasted backward, slamming heavily into the wall of the Ruby Palace. Even though the walls of the Ruby Palace were extremely hard, they developed wisps of cracks under Moqi's impact.

Moqi slid down from the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared fixedly at Lingyun: "Good, good, you have some skills, but I tell you, you cannot kill me. I am immortal. Even if you can kill me now, I will reappear in the future and launch my revenge against you once again!"

"Cannot kill you? You are truly too naive. If I want to kill you, I naturally have a way to kill you!"

Lingyun sneered. He beckoned with his right hand, and the Long sword embedded in the pillar flew into his hand with a 'whoosh'. Lingyun held the sword in his right hand, and powerful force surged from his body, pouring into the Long sword. From the Long sword, an extremely ancient aura began to emanate.

Upon sensing this aura, Moqi could not help but feel his hair stand on end. The moment this eerie aura appeared, he discovered that the feeling this sword gave him had changed in an instant—from having no threat at all to becoming a great lethal weapon that could take his life!