Chapter 634: Consecutive Victories, Proof of the Mad King!
Closing the scripture, Rasputin already had a plan forming in his mind.
“My strength lies in mid- to close-range combat.”
“Yet I was suppressed by him in close quarters from the start, so I wanted to probe from a distance.”
“But that put me in an even more dangerous position!”
“I abandoned my advantage and fought in a way I’m not familiar with!”
“At this rate, defeat is inevitable!”
Rasputin inhaled deeply. One hard-to-accept fact was that he had been overwhelmed by Xu Lang’s initial momentum!
“Get ready. If you can hold on for ten minutes, I’ll count it as your victory!”
“Hah~ old man, your burst only lasts ten minutes then!”
The young man’s brazen arrogance made Rasputin’s expression sour.
He kept his face calm, the scripture flipping on its own in a windless motion, pages racing until it stopped on one particular illustration.
This page depicted a black demon with three ram heads; its wings were identical to Rasputin’s!
“Bad luck, it’s a low-tier demon!” Rasputin’s form shifted at high speed. His head split into three ram heads, his legs curved like hooves, black fur glossy, eyes cunning and full of intellect.
“Seven Killings Blood Qi · Blade Prison · Trayastrimsa Heaven!”
Xu Lang arrived in an instant. The lavish, wondrous scene condensed into a single line that suddenly unfolded at Rasputin’s waist, golden radiance interwoven with life-devouring scarlet Blood Qi.
Compared to True Qi, Trayastrimsa Heaven fused with Seven Killings Blood Qi was more fitting; this required exceedingly high combat skill and a deep understanding of both powers.
Of course, Xu Lang could execute it.
After all, he was both Martial Saint and War God, not lacking in experience; his talent represented the apex of humanity.
“Shhhh~”
A wide gash opened at Rasputin’s waist, black gas spewing out, growing more intense.
The follow-up damage from Purgatory’s Master hit too ferociously.
Xu Lang had never expected to finish Rasputin with one move, so he wasn’t surprised. He turned, sheathing Purgatory’s Master, then drew it out again with a sudden flourish!
“Extreme Path: Void-Sundering Slash!”
A circular blade wave swept across, containing ultimate destructive force.
Rasputin crossed his arms to block, but massive gaps were cut in his arms.
“Extreme Path: Nine Dragons Shatter the Void!”
Nine dragon heads condensed elemental annihilation, corralling earth, wind, water, fire, and air together, charging toward Rasputin!
“Still coming?!” Rasputin’s mouth twitched. His body abruptly dissolved into a wisp of black smoke and reappeared a kilometer away.
The nine dragon heads immediately changed course, roaring with wind and thunder, as if divine wrath had descended.
Xu Lang pursued for a while, and found the most effective damage still came from Blade Prison · Trayastrimsa Heaven.
“Blade Prison · Trayastrimsa Heaven!”
Xu Lang relentlessly pressed Rasputin, and finally, at the seventh minute, succeeded in cutting him down.
This old fox was extremely cunning; the longer he stayed in transformed state, the stronger his augmentation became.
If it had dragged to the tenth minute, Xu Lang felt he might have lost a life.
“You… do you know me?” Rasputin had reverted from transformed state, his eyes fixed on Xu Lang with evident puzzlement.
“No.” Xu Lang manifested the Scarlet Herding Chains and pushed them into Rasputin’s body.
Whether or not they could squeeze anything out, he’d try first then see.
“Then why do you hate me so much… With attacks that ignore consumption like that, you must be exhausted now, right?” Rasputin had never seen Xu Lang fight like this—so domineering.
“I’m fine. My energy has always been abundant.” Xu Lang replied.
[Tomb of Madame Eight Chi]
[Herd Spirit: Madame Eight Chi]
[Special Ability: Greatly enhanced bodily healing, greatly increased tolerance, brain damage does not affect cognition, heart rupture does not affect blood supply]
[Description: The pinnacle of lifeforms: infinite self-healing!]
There were a pile of similar blessings in the cemetery.
Otherwise, how could Xu Lang withstand grinding points so diligently every night? His iron body would already have been squeezed to a pulp!
“Pft!”
Rasputin spat out old blood, dying with regret unavenged.
[Rasputin’s Memory Crystal: crystal recording parts of Rasputin’s memories]
“Memory Crystal…”
Xu Lang narrowed his eyes.
If Rasputin and his group were all related to the Mad King, then this item might actually be useful.
…
After Rasputin’s defeat, nine figures appeared again.
They looked at one another, all somewhat silent.
“Rasputin is dead.” Raphael opened his mouth, breaking the silence.
“Whether he’s really dead, who knows. After all, we’re only projections.” The petite witch pushed down her hat brim and stepped forward, “Next, I’ll be your opponent!”
Xu Lang held his blade, expression cold. He ignored the petite witch, raised his chin to indicate another presence.
It was a red-skinned centaur knight—half man, half horse—carrying a bow on his back, a curved blade and spear at his waist.
Both sides needed no more words. After choices were made, the others all vanished.
…
“Kaman is dead.” Raphael glanced around, noticing only seven comrades remained.
The scene grew even more silent than before.
Xu Lang didn’t mind. The Nightmare Eye had been on the whole time, watching these projections’ life histories.
These people all came from one group—the Blood Empire Royal Guard.
This unit had only thirteen members; each was the Mad King’s personal guard, the strongest chosen from millions.
Although he’d won two consecutive matches, the victories had not been easy.
Besides manifesting blood contracts, activating Purgatory Armor fusion mode, Ultimate Liberation, Divine Descent, the Blood Herd, and the Blood River of the Fallen as a few trump cards, he had already played the cards he needed to.
The Divine Seal of the Path of Asura was heating up, indicating Xu Lang was taking this seriously, not holding back.
“Next is me!” A gray stone man left the line.
…
Half an hour later.
The gray stone man regrettably exited the field.
“Osykas is down…” Raphael announced like a broadcaster.
Gazing at Xu Lang, the man wearing a deer-antler helmet shot electric light from his eyes, took a badge from his chest and said, “You have completed the trial. This is your reward—take it and go!”
[Court Guard · Proof of the Mad King]
[Type: Accessory · Badge]
[Grade: EX]
[Rarity: Mythical]
[Effect: Strength +12%, Agility +12%, Energy +12%, Willpower +12%]
[Description: Proof of the Mad King… oh my, oh my, oh my, it turns out to be a high official of the Blood Empire, how rude of me!]
The three main physical branches—Strength, Agility, Energy—are sub-attributes under Constitution, and Willpower is a sub-attribute under Spirit; all very important.
And a percentage increase… this effect was pretty damn strong.
“A rare-slot accessory, and it won’t occupy my other accessory slots.”
Xu Lang’s eyes flicked as he scanned Raphael and the others’ chests, noticing they all wore a small accessory like this.
Then he stared at the blood-star medal on the man’s chest and said, “Is yours more advanced? I want that one!”
This man’s badge differed from the others.
There was no mystery—the man was the guard captain, the strongest among the thirteen!