My Clones Can Cultivate

Chapter 144

What Shi Mo wanted to do could be considered the peak of madness, due to the fact that all his Qi Beads had nearly run out of Qi, making him too weak now.. so weak that he could no longer use any powerful combat art, not that he would have been able to use one anyway due to just how badly messed up his body currently was, and all because of this Liyu.

But there was still something he could do, something that could help him get back at Liyu, and if he was lucky enough, then Liyu would die here and now.

And he, well... he would suffer greatly as well, after all, shattering a Qi Bead was an incredibly dangerous thing for a cultivator to do.

The overwhelming rush of violent Qi formed from shattering even a single Qi Bead was enough to trigger a terrifying chain reaction, making the other Qi Beads inside the cultivator’s body become damaged, then cracked, and eventually destroyed.

If things reached that point, then not even a miracle would be able to save the person, and even if, against all odds, they somehow managed to survive, they would never be able to cultivate again.

Their cultivation would be completely destroyed, leaving them crippled, far worse than an ordinary mortal. So yeah... what Shi Mo wanted to do was a very big deal, a terrifyingly dangerous gamble.

But he had already lost. Both of his hands had been bent and twisted at unnatural angles, and waves of unbearable pain constantly radiated through them.

Then there were his legs, which he could not even feel anymore, as they had been shattered as if an enormous mountain had been forcefully dropped onto them.

And that was not even all, because his entire body felt numb and every part of him ached, leaving not a single limb in his body that he could move without feeling intense and unbearable waves of pain rushing through his nerves.

So yeah... no one needed to tell Shi Mo that he had already lost. His body had been completely destroyed, his pride had been shattered, and his defeat had already been decided.

But Shi Mo would still count it as a victory if he managed to take Liyu down with him, even if he lost the match, even if he destroyed his own future, and even if he crippled himself, as long as Liyu fell alongside him... then Shi Mo would consider it his victory.

With that thought, his resolve sharpened. Shi Mo reached deep within himself, mentally took a deep breath, and then... he targeted one of his remaining refined Qi Beads, shattering it without hesitation.

CRACK!

The Qi Bead broke apart, and violent Qi exploded outward at once, sending an overwhelming surge of energy rushing throughout Shi Mo’s damaged body. His already injured Qi pathways trembled violently, his body shook, and the violent Qi threatened to destroy everything inside him.

However, Shi Mo ignored the pain, immediately using every ounce of willpower left inside his body to convert the violent Qi into his mutated Gravity Qi.

The process was painful, extremely painful, yet Shi Mo did not stop. He continued forcing the violent Qi to transform, then he opened his mouth and uttered the command.

"Gravity Rise..."

The violent Gravity Qi surged outward.

"Fiftyfold."

The next moment, the world answered.

BOOOOOOOOM!

An enormous pressure... far, far greater than the one from before... slammed down onto the stage, and the entire arena trembled.

The stage had already been battered and damaged beyond recognition from the earlier battle, with cracks covering almost every part of its surface. It had already endured countless punches, kicks, slaps, and powerful attacks, yet now... the stage groaned.

A deep and terrifying sound echoed throughout the Ray Arena, and then...

CRACK!

The stage shattered, and the once sturdy white marble broke apart and turned into countless splinters.

Loud cracking and breaking sounds echoed outward as if an unimaginably powerful force had descended from above and forcefully crushed everything beneath it, causing the entire battle stage to collapse.

Broken pieces of marble were smashed into the ground, dust exploded into the air, and then... Liyu’s expression changed. His playful grin disappeared, his body suddenly became unbearably heavy, and an unimaginable force slammed down onto him.

Liyu was instantly forced onto one knee.

BOOM!

His knee struck the shattered remains of the stage, his eyes became bloodshot, and a wave of unbearable pain rushed through every part of his body. His muscles trembled, his nerves screamed, and his bones creaked and groaned violently beneath the terrifying pressure, and then...

CRACK!

One of his bones began to fracture.

CRACK!

Another crack followed, and then...

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

His bones started breaking little by little while the terrifying pressure continued forcing its way deeper into his body.

His muscles strained, his blood surged violently, and every inch of his body screamed beneath the overwhelming weight. Yet Shi Mo did not smile.

Contrary to what many would have expected, there was no happiness on his face, no satisfaction, and no relief. He was supposed to be relieved; he was supposed to be happy that Liyu had finally been forced onto his knees. Yet Shi Mo’s eyes were filled with visible shock and alarm.

*What the hell?* His eyes widened. *Isn’t he supposed to be completely crushed beneath a fiftyfold increase in gravity? He should not even be capable of resisting it at all! How...?*

Shi Mo’s gaze contracted as his pupils shrank, staring at Liyu as if he had just witnessed something impossible. Liyu was resisting. He was actually resisting.

Despite being forced onto one knee, despite his bones cracking beneath the pressure, and despite blood beginning to flow from the corners of his mouth, Liyu was still resisting the fiftyfold increase in gravity.

*Just how...?*

Liyu gasped, and then...

"Cough!"

A large mouthful of blood burst from his mouth, flying through the air before landing directly on Shi Mo’s face. However, Shi Mo did not even react.

He did not wipe the blood away, he did not show anger, and his eyes remained locked onto Liyu, staring at him as if he had finally encountered a monster that had only existed in myths.

A fiftyfold increase in gravity... that level of pressure was enough to crush most early-stage Foundation Realm cultivators, and anyone below that realm would not even need to try resisting, because they would be crushed before they even realized they had been crushed.

And yet this guy... this Liyu... he was still resisting, still alive, and still fighting against the terrifying pressure.

*He is a monster...* Shi Mo’s expression became pale, a monster in the truest sense of the word. *How can someone possess the endurance of a Foundation Realm cultivator while still being at the very first stage of the Qi Gathering Realm?*

Shi Mo could not understand it, as nothing about Liyu made sense... his strength made no sense, his speed made no sense, his body made no sense, and now... even his endurance made no sense.

Shi Mo suddenly felt his consciousness beginning to fade as his vision became blurry and the world around him slowly darkened. However, Shi Mo was not merely losing consciousness; he was dying, and he knew it.

The violent Qi released from shattering his Qi Bead was destroying him from the inside, his damaged body could no longer contain the overwhelming energy, his Qi pathways were beginning to collapse, and his remaining Qi Beads trembled violently as the terrifying chain reaction he had feared slowly began.

Yet there was nothing he could do now, was there? He had already done his absolute best, taking an enormous risk... a risk that could cripple him, a risk that could destroy his cultivation and make him unable to cultivate ever again.

And yet, after all that, after sacrificing so much and placing his own future on the line, he still had not been able to take Liyu down.

Shi Mo, with one eye fully closed and the other slowly beginning to close as well, looked toward Liyu, who seemed as if he was still trying... and failing... to adapt to the terrifying gravity pressing down on him.

His body was trembling, his bones were creaking beneath the overwhelming pressure, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth. Yet his eyes were not the eyes of someone whose life was in danger, nor were they the eyes of someone drowning beneath an impossible weight.

Instead, they were the eyes of someone who felt excited... excited that he had finally been pushed this far by an opponent who was supposed to be weaker than him.

Strangely enough, Shi Mo did not even think about rejecting that thought anymore. After everything that had happened and everything he had seen, he knew the truth: Liyu was stronger than him, far stronger than him in almost every regard.

His strength, his speed, his body, his endurance, his reaction speed... everything about Liyu was superior. Shi Mo had been the stronger cultivator whose cultivation realm was far higher, yet when it came to actual combat and true strength, he had been the weaker one.

Still...

Seeing the happy and excited glint inside Liyu’s eyes...

Shi Mo spoke once more.

This time...

He asked a question.

"Just who are you?"