The Difficult Kill
Hua Qiang was surrounded by surging Black Mist, like a demon god descending to earth.
With a roar, his powerful magic surged forth, and in an instant, the greatsword, condensed from pure black destructive energy, tore through the void and appeared in the world.
The blade seemed to connect to the Jiu You hell, with a thick, ink-like aura surging endlessly. Lightning snakes danced wildly on it, and electric sparks flashed. The crackling and popping sounds were so loud that they hurt one's eardrums, as if every arc of electricity contained the power to shatter the sky.
Hong Baiwei, a seasoned and renowned expert, suddenly changed his expression, felt a chill run down his spine, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
He had roamed the martial world for many years and experienced countless battles, but this extremely oppressive killing move made every pore on his body stand on end.
Without the slightest hesitation, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and retreated like a ghost, instantly widening the distance between himself and Hua Qiang by more than a week.
At the same time, a flash of light appeared in his palm, and a blood-red spear exuding overwhelming demonic power suddenly appeared. Runes surged on the spear shaft, as if countless evil spirits were howling, and wisps of Blood Qi lingered within it, revealing its eeriness and ferocity.
[Blood Demon Triple Strike]!
In an instant, three enormous spear shadows, blotting out the sky, roared out, their tips tearing through the air and creating a series of black Space Rift, as they menacingly charged toward Hua Qiang's Annihilation Demonic Blade.
The spear shadow that was first to be hit, like a reckless Primordial Giant Beast, crashed hard into the demonic blade.
The moment they touched, it was like two meteors colliding, unleashing World-destroying impact. A visible energy ripple exploded in a ring, shearing off several feet of ground and sending sand and gravel flying everywhere.
The spear shadow was ultimately no match for the destructive power of the demonic blade. With a crisp crack, it broke in two, turning into specks of blood and dissipating.
Hua Qiang's Annihilation Demonic Blade's power was also weakened, and its light dimmed slightly.
The second shot followed immediately, faster and more powerful, with Blood Qi swirling around the spear, as if it were carrying a sea of blood as it crashed into the demonic blade.
This collision was like the Chaos of the beginning of time, the deafening roar causing birds within a radius of several miles to fall to the ground, unconscious.
The Blood Demon Spear trembled violently, but ultimately could not withstand the sharpness of the Demon Blade. With a teeth-grinding twisting sound, it was cut in half at the waist, exploding into a sky full of Blood Fiend Qi, like a thick blood-red fog that enveloped the battlefield.
The light of the Annihilation Demonic Blade also diminished sharply under this round of impact, and it teetered on the brink of collapse.
The third spear strike, unleashing Hong Baiwei's full power, its shaft as thick as an ancient tree, whistled through the blood mist, carrying an indomitable momentum as it made a final stand against the Black Demon.
The impact was like the end of the world; the light was so blinding that it caused temporary loss of vision.
Immediately following was a series of dense explosions, like firecrackers going off in unison, resounding through the sky.
After a brief stalemate, both were overwhelmed and exploded into countless fragments, as dazzling as fireworks, before quickly dissipating into nothingness.
Cold sweat poured down Hong Baiwei's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the scorched earth beneath his feet, instantly turning into wisps of smoke.
He was utterly shocked, his eyes wide as he stared intently at Hua Qiang, his mind screaming, "How the hell does this guy have such heaven-defying moves? I, Ai Ai, am a whole level higher than him, so why am I struggling so much?"
Huo Qingtong stood gracefully to the side, holding Longsword, her beautiful eyes fixed on Hong Baiwei, like a cheetah poised to pounce, wary of him becoming cowardly and deserting his post.
Although she did not participate in the battle, her body was filled with Sword Qi, and an invisible pressure spread out, making Hong Baiwei feel wary.
Hua Qiang wouldn't give Hong Baiwei a chance to catch his breath. Taking advantage of the other's unsettled state, he stomped his feet hard on the ground, causing it to collapse, and charged forward again like an arrow released from a bow.
He raised his broadsword high, absorbing the surrounding destructive power. The blade expanded several times its original size, its black light almost obscuring half the sky, and the intense aura of destruction was suffocating.
Hong Baiwei felt a chill run down his spine, but it also stirred a ruthless streak within him. He gripped the Blood Demon Spear tightly with both hands, the gun creaking under his grip.
He channeled all his Blood Fiend Power, leaping high into the air and swinging his Blood Demon Spear in a wide arc, smashing it fiercely towards the giant blade shadow, still roaring angrily:
[Blood Demon Triple Strike]!
The guns clashed again, like two towering mountains crashing together. In an instant, the earth shook, the mountainsides on both sides of the valley collapsed, and boulders tumbled down.
Huge waves surged in the pool.
Hong Baiwei tried his best, but found that he still could not resist the power of this chariot.
The remaining force of the spear strike, like a surging tsunami, broke through the spear shadow's defense and struck him heavily.
In an instant, Hong Baiwei's clothes tore open on his chest, revealing a huge, deep wound that exposed bone. Blood gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, splattering into the air and turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
"Wow!"
Hong Baiwei was so angry that he flew into a rage, his eyes bloodshot and his face contorted with rage.
To be hurt by someone of a lower level than himself was, in his opinion, an utter disgrace.
He clenched his teeth, took out a blood-red Pills from his pocket, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.
The Pills melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into immense medicinal power that rapidly repaired his damaged body. The flesh and blood at the wound site visibly writhed and healed.
"Today I will pierce you with sieves and refine the essence and blood of your entire body!"
Hong Baiwei flashed, his body swirling with Blood Qi, as if he had transformed into a streak of blood light, carrying endless killing intent, and charged madly toward Hua Qiang with the Blood Demon Spear in hand.
The spear tip flashed with a cold light, moving at extreme speed, cutting through the air like a sharp blade with a whistling sound.
Hua Qiang remained unfazed, brandishing his large sword horizontally. The sword trembled slightly and hummed, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.
The two fought fiercely, and the valley was completely transformed. The land was turned upside down, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.
Hua Qiang's physical strength was slightly declining, his breathing was rapid, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became even more intense.
Hong Baiwei also looked exhausted. Although the Pills were very effective, the continuous high-intensity battles had greatly depleted his physical strength, and the Blood Demon Spear he wielded had lost its initial sharpness.
Hua Qiang spotted a slight opening in Hong Baiwei's attack, frantically compressed his inner strength, and gathered it into his body.
In an instant, the light shone brightly, thunder roared, and golden patterns appeared through the black light, as if it contained the power to create the world.
He roared and lunged forward, pouring all his energy into this attack. His speed was incredible, as if he had traversed space, and he appeared in front of Hong Baiwei in an instant.
Hong Baiwei was shocked and hurriedly raised his gun to defend himself, but it was too late.
"No--"
He roared in despair, watching helplessly as the great sword, carrying an aura of endless destruction, slashed down fiercely.
With a soft thud, the giant blade pierced through Hong Baiwei's body without any resistance, sending him flying dozens of feet away before he crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Hong Baiwei stared wide-eyed at Hua Qiang, blood gushing from his mouth. He tried to say something but could only make gurgling sounds.
A moment later, his body stiffened, and he slowly fell to the ground, completely dead.
Hua Qiang, leaning on his large arm, knelt on one knee, panting heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat.
[Slaughter Points +100,000]
Hahahaha!
Upon hearing the delightful sound of the money coming in, Hua Qiang couldn't help but burst into laughter.