Chapter 158: Yingkong! I Need You to Help Me Train! (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

"DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG DONG——————！！！！"

Metal clashed, sparks flew in all directions.

Two figures battled fiercely in the sky, their speed increasing rapidly—often exchanging hundreds or even thousands of blows in an instant, each strike carrying the terrifying power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Wherever they passed, all things became blurring afterimages; the shockwaves from their collisions spread rapidly, turning the space within a hundred li into a churning, boiling cauldron, rippling endlessly.

Gradually, the intensity of their battle escalated, and the terrain within hundreds of li began to change—but their figures started to fade.

Or rather, their speed was too great for the naked eye to follow; only during rare, violent collisions could faint shadows be glimpsed.

As for who currently held the upper hand… overall, their battle remained evenly matched.

Zhao Yingkong, though in her demon-heart state, fought without any formal techniques, relying entirely on instinct.

But don't forget—Zhao Yingkong herself was a top-tier genius cultivated by the foremost assassin clan, trained rigorously since childhood and mastering countless killing techniques.

These techniques had long been etched into her muscle memory; now, unleashed through instinct, they carried a sense of returning to simplicity and purity.

Aside from being recklessly reckless and indifferent to life and death, in terms of technical mastery, her demon-heart state surpassed even her Qingxing state.

Moreover, the re-logged Zhao Yingkong was a genuine Peak of Fourth Initial.

In the Infinite Series' lore, once a Lunhuizhe develops their gene lock to the fourth stage, they gain micro-to-nanometer precision control, allowing them to adjust and optimize their own genes, reaching their strongest combat state with unified power.

If a Peak of Third Stage's techniques were like a flashlight beam, then a Peak of Fourth Initial's attacks were lasers.

Though the attack range appeared reduced, the destructive power increased a hundredfold.

Under these conditions, Zhao Yingkong's Golden Horn Beast hybrid bloodline, though only Double-B Rank, unleashed destructive power far exceeding that of a Third Stage with Double-A Rank bloodline—so vastly superior they were not even in the same league.

As for Wu Xian, his gene lock remained at the Third Stage, theoretically incapable of matching Zhao Yingkong.

Yet the combination of his S-Rank Kryptonian traits and the mysterious space's properties rendered his stats terrifyingly high, allowing raw numerical superiority to bridge the gap in cultivation level.

As for technique… sorry, someone else did the grinding for him—that's just how arbitrarily powerful he could be.

"BOOM——————！！！"

Amid a louder thunderous crash, both figures were flung backward.

Wu Xian, clad in the Black God Gear, stabilized himself faster, glancing at the damaged Black God Gear and the Huntianyan now reduced to two-thirds its original length—he was inwardly stunned.

"Just as the lore described: the higher the Fourth Stage gene lock, the stronger one grows in battle. At first I could easily dominate her, but now even the Black God Gear's defense is nearly failing."

"Is it because of the Light of the Mind? I recall it's called 【Annihilation】…"

In the original work, Big Yingkong's Light of the Mind was named 【Annihilation】, possessing terrifying destructive power capable of ignoring most energy and physical defenses—perfectly fitting her assassin identity.

As he thought this, Wu Xian exhaled a hot white breath, gazing at Zhao Yingkong as she charged again—his battle fervor slowly rising.

Since exchanging for the S-Rank Kryptonian bloodline, he had once taken pride in his strength, believing no one below Fourth Mid was his match—even facing Fourth Mid, he thought victory possible.

But now he saw how arrogant he'd been—or rather, how much latent potential remained untapped, how far he still was from unlocking the full power of his S-Rank bloodline.

And to achieve that, he must develop his gene lock to the Fourth Stage.

Yet perhaps because his body's foundation was too excellent, even after using Wu Xian's help to achieve "micro-control," he still could not break through the bottleneck to the Fourth Stage—always just a hair short.

According to Chu Xuan and other Wu Xians' analysis, he needed sufficient pressure to truly cross this threshold.

Ordinary Fourth Initials were insufficient; Fourth Mid semi-gods with Light of the Mind were slightly too strong.

Zhao Yingkong before him was perfect—she hadn't reached Fourth Mid, yet possessed an incomplete Light of the Mind, and was in demon-heart state; as long as her opponent didn't fall, she would never stop—ideal as a whetstone.

Yingkong! I need you to help me train!

Gales howled, a biting hurricane arrived in an instant.

Sword met staff again; a terrifying storm of energy erupted.

Wu Xian's body trembled slightly as he resisted the relentless pressure, but the Huntianyan in his hand groaned under unbearable strain.

As time passed, Zhao Yingkong in her demon-heart state could channel more and more of her Light of the Mind.

The 【Annihilation】 energy eroded the Huntianyan 's shaft, stripping it of its plastic energy, causing it to crumble into rusted iron flakes that fell from the sky.

"CRACK————！！!"

Wu Xian roared, deliberately abandoning the Huntianyan, letting Zhao Yingkong's short sword pierce his chest.

The short sword, infused with 【Annihilation】 power, breached the Black God Gear's defense, then effortlessly tore through the Kryptonian biofield.

But just as it was about to pierce Wu Xian's flesh, a layer of lead-gray substance suddenly coated his skin.

The blade failed to penetrate—he was violently repelled, sparks flared, and a loud "DONG" echoed in her ears, forcing her to recoil backward involuntarily.

Divine Skill—Copper Head, Iron Arms!

Wu Xian would not miss this opening. While Zhao Yingkong hadn't regained her balance, he raised his right fist and smashed it into her face.

THUD! The girl's tall body shot out like a cannonball, striking a mountain peak kilometers away, piercing straight through it—yet still retained enough momentum to keep flying forward.

Meanwhile, Wu Xian vanished from his original spot, accelerating to his maximum speed—easily surpassing Mach 10—and caught up with Zhao Yingkong amid a series of sonic booms, slamming both fists together into her back.

The terrifying force made her, in demon-heart state, roar like a beast; her body plummeted from the clouds at high speed, igniting from friction with the air.

Yet in the next instant, another Wu Xian appeared beneath her, delivering a brutal knee strike to her abdomen—her coldly beautiful face twisted in pain, then she remained bent forward, flying backward into the sky.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM————

In just a few seconds, Wu Xian's Shenying appeared from every direction—surrounding Zhao Yingkong in a righteous mob assault.

Divine Skill—Body Outside the Body!

Fists and kicks rained down like a storm, kicking her around like a ball—she was utterly pitiful.

ZHENG——————！！！

A gray light flashed—Zhao Yingkong's body emitted visible ripples; wherever they passed, Wu Xian's body doubles shattered like bubbles, leaving only one true figure.

Seeing the real target, Zhao Yingkong forcibly shifted her center of gravity, flapped her wings, and flew straight at him.

Fist met fist; under demon-heart influence, she unleashed her power without regard for cost, her Fourth Stage gene lock auto-adjusting, elevating her combat state repeatedly to its peak.

Wu Xian was no less fierce—every cell in his body vibrated at high frequency: the power he'd absorbed from the sun over the past year was now being squeezed like disposable fuel, deepening his understanding of "micro-control" and propelling him closer to the Fourth Stage gene lock.

Thus, their battle entered a white-hot phase—whenever one accelerated, the other matched instantly, as if stepping on each other's feet, endless.

【CRACK—】

A sound like shattering glass echoed in his mind; Wu Xian jolted—he understood: this was his breakthrough.

Instantly, a vast, unimaginable force surged from within him, easily shattering the equilibrium.

At the same time, another battle in the mental realm finally came to an end.

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