Chapter 684
Si Ming recalled that when he prepared his ultimate move, he always had a protective aura. He didn't know the situation of mages, but he couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't have similar methods. After all, from a normal point of view, accumulating Law Technique is the most dangerous time, so there's no reason not to prepare a way to save one's life.
"That's not a good idea. We can't guarantee we can interrupt his Law Technique. Besides, the situation on the field is actually in the favor of the Domain Lord's side. If we don't weaken the strong and help the weak, and instead eliminate the weak side, how are we supposed to deal with this blacksmith and his robot later?"
In truth, judging from the strength displayed on the surface, the God of Blacksmiths was not something Si Ming took seriously. However, Si Ming noticed that this golden-haired deity was unhurried and showed no sign of shaking off the knight's entanglement or interrupting the priest's spellcasting. Excluding the possibility that this guy was mentally challenged, the only remaining reason was that He had other tricks up His sleeve. Therefore, Si Ming wanted to see what other trump cards He had up His sleeve to avoid being caught off guard. When facing an unfamiliar martial arts system, it was best to be cautious.
"So we're just going to wait like this?"
"You can sneak over there first. Their attention won't be on their surroundings, and they won't notice our movements. You can boldly approach your sweetheart, and when the opportunity arises, rescue them."
Xu Zhengyi, being very shy, quickly said, "Jinyu is not the one I love."
Si Ming waved his hand and said, "Whoever you are, that's how it's going to be."
Xu Zhengyi had no choice but to comply, suppressing his aura as he approached the spot where the girl had fainted.
When the Steel Titan slapped an archer, shattering his bones and flattening his body, the priest finally completed his Law Technique. With a flap of his three pairs of wings, he rose from the ground and soared into the air, the immense light making him appear as if he had transformed into Yang God.
"Divine Feather Radiance - Six-Winged Holy Lance!"
The priest raised his hand high above his head, and three pairs of wings emitted boundless holy light, transforming into a dazzling halo. At the same time, the scepter in his hand condensed into a huge light spear ten feet long, which reminded people of the weapons in mythology that God Slayer.
"Impressive. Judging by the total amount, he has gathered more Primal Qi than Spirit Transformation cultivator of the same level unleashing a powerful attack. However, the preparation time is also longer, so there are advantages and disadvantages," Si Ming commented.
The priest's face was filled with piety, like a believer praying to God. He swung his arm downwards, and the giant light spear pierced through the air, its target the God of Blacksmiths, locked on firmly, leaving no room for dodge. The surviving archers and knights hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be caught in the attack and become the unfortunate victims.
The God of Blacksmiths remained calm and pointed, Steel Titan immediately threw a punch, facing the light gun head-on.
The collision of the two behemoths was expected to trigger a violent explosion. Even if the light lance didn't pierce the Steel Titan, it should at least destroy it. Everyone was prepared to withstand the aftershocks, with archers and knights lying prone on the ground to minimize the impact area.
However, no explosion occurred.
The light spear pierced the iron fist, causing it to crumble and disintegrate inch by inch, like dominoes being toppled. The overwhelming power that could have destroyed a small city vanished in the blink of an eye, never to return.
"Elemental Immunity!"
The priest, who was flying in the air, cried out in surprise, spread his six wings, and moved to the right to try to dodge the iron fist coming at him. Although he was weak from just casting a high-level Law Technique and his movements and reactions were unusually slow, the six wings on his back were Manifestation his Martial Form, not a physical object, and were unaffected.
Just then, a stone flew from below and struck the priest on his right side, causing him to momentarily lose his balance.
Bang!
The priest was struck solidly by the steel fist. Accompanied by splattering blood and several broken teeth, he flew out like a kite with a broken string, tracing a half-parabola before crashing heavily to the ground.
Fortunately, reality is different from the game; there are no physically weak mages. The priest was still half alive and wasn't killed by a single punch. However, half of his body was turned into a bloody mess, like a rotting corpse, no longer the handsome man he once was.
Seeing this, Xu Zhengyi stopped thinking about saving the girl. After hiding her in a safe place, he immediately pounced on her, ready to kick her while she was down and beat her while she was down.
The archers and knights were already terrified and caught off guard, allowing Xu Zhengyi to launch a sneak attack. With a single move, "Sit on the Deer and Ride the Elephant," he knocked them both unconscious.
Then, Xu Zhengyi attacked the priest without stopping, thinking that he would be able to take him down in one fell swoop with the priest's injuries. However, the priest was still strong despite his serious injuries. With a twist of his body and a step, he rushed to Xu Zhengyi's right side and threw a punch upwards, aiming a hook punch at Xu Zhengyi's chin.
"Little guy, so you're still alive?"
Xu Zhengyi immediately leaped backward, his body sliding five meters away to dodge the attack, but his face couldn't hide his shock. "You actually know close-quarters combat techniques!"
"Hmph, do you think magic-based professionals only know how to meditate? Fists and weapons are just the most basic skills. If your body isn't strong enough, how can you withstand more elemental energy?"
As he spoke, the priest sprinted forward, relentlessly pursuing Xu Zhengyi speed, like a shadow, while his right hand gathered light, unleashing a series of fist shadows in the air. Each punch pierced the air, its power increasing with each strike. If Si Ming were here, he would surely recognize this move as the Sevenfold Heaven of the Radiant King Fist.
Although Xu Zhengyi didn't recognize the Radiant King Fist, he could sense that the opponent's fist technique was probably even more profound than the Arhat Fist, giving him a feeling of invincibility. Unfortunately—
"Your injuries are too severe, and I am much stronger than before!"
With the activation of his Soul Skill "Eighteen Arhat Formation," Xu Zhengyi's speed and strength suddenly increased. A fist shot diagonally from under his groin, close to the center line, causing a burst of wind from all around, which made the priest's clothes flutter backward. This was the "Lifting the Bowl and Holding the Pagoda" move from the Arhat Fist.
Like a cannon firing from flat ground, with a deafening roar, Xu Zhengyi, taking advantage of his opponent's injured side, could only use one arm to unleash a barrage of punches from both sides, forcing the priest to retreat instead of unleashing the next six punches of Sevenfold Heaven.
Xu Zhengyi, once he gained the upper hand, immediately launched a counterattack. His muscles trembled, and bursts of wind roared, his momentum unstoppable. He clearly intended to test his stamina and see who could last longer.
On the other side, Si Ming paid no attention to Xu Zhengyi's battle, because at the same time as Xu Zhengyi acted, he also rushed towards the God of Blacksmiths, intending to complete his "brilliant plan" of capturing the leader before the Steel Titan returned.
The God of Blacksmiths seemed to have noticed Si Ming's presence long ago, but he remained calm and swung his hammer with tremendous force.
Blacksmiths are generally strong, and the God of Blacksmiths, whose body is half mechanical, is even stronger. Moreover, he is blessed with divine power. In terms of strength alone, there are not many gods in the Greek pantheon who can surpass him.
But Si Ming neither dodged nor avoided, and threw a punch straight at his opponent. The three divine powers condensed into one, and the divine fist shook the divine hammer. The power of the fist overwhelmed the opponent, and he was forced to retreat.
The God of Blacksmiths stared wide-eyed, completely unprepared for this outcome, and found it hard to accept. He roared, stopping the Steel Titan, and then swung his hammer at Si Ming, eager to settle the score.
Si Ming originally wanted to finish the battle quickly, but seeing that his opponent had adopted the stance of a martial arts duel, he stopped thinking about using the Solar Prominence Eruption and the Divine Sight Illusory Observation Art, and instead opted for a head-on confrontation.
He didn't use any advanced martial arts techniques, but instead used the Arhat Fist like Xu Zhengyi, unleashing a series of internal and external strikes, both overt and covert, his hands swinging and turning like cannons, his feet stomping like horses' hooves, charging forward with each punch like a galloping steed.
Each collision sent a jolt through the God of Blacksmiths's body. Even though he was Artifact Spirit, without flesh and blood and no concept of surging Qi and Blood and qi, the shock he received still caused his internal Primal Qi to vibrate.
After thirty-two collisions, the God of Blacksmiths's stance was finally broken, leaving him wide open. Si Ming then charged in and unleashed a powerful "Subdue the Dragon and Tame the Tiger" strike at his opponent's chest.
However, a divine light Blink, and a layer of divine power shield blocked Si Ming's fists, causing ripples to spread across its surface.
The God of Blacksmiths sighed, "I have lost in martial arts, but you cannot kill me. In the end, I will be the only winner in this battle."
With a backhand hammer blow, he forced Si Ming back, while simultaneously summoning the Steel Titan to attempt a pincer attack from both sides.
Si Ming immediately realized that the opponent's protective shield had a strong defensive capability against simple physical attacks, as if it were designed to prevent mortals from God Slayer.
"Using eighteen times the divine power should be enough to force my way through... but there's no need for that. It's not like I don't know Demon Race martial arts."
He instantly flipped his palm, drawing upon the abundant Demon Power around him, condensing it into a giant tortoise phantom—the ultimate move from the "Sea-Upholding Demon Dragon Art"—