1006: Chapter 105 Fierce Battle with the Black-Haired Youth

The rolling flames and dust were forcibly pushed aside by a tyrannical force, and Wu Zhankong's burly figure stood proudly amidst the sea of molten fire!

His blood energy burned like tangible flames, forming a thick, blood-colored protective shield around him.

Attacks capable of instantly vaporizing alloy battleships landed on this blood energy shield, only to be bounced off, annihilated, or at most, stir up ripples, failing to truly harm his body.

The Blood-colored Vicious Beast Totem on his bare chest seemed to fully come to life now, baring its fangs and claws as his blood energy surged, emitting a primordial and violent Aura.

Wu Zhankong's fists swung like meteors, using no fancy combat techniques, only the purest and most overbearing power!

Every punch thrown brought forth a crimson fist Aura that spanned the sky like a blood-colored Dragon, rising against the rain of bullets to explode energy beams and hammer physical shells into powder mid-air!

“Not enough! Again! Haven't you eaten? You're not even worthy of scratching my itch!”

Wu Zhankong's voice shook the surroundings, his provocative gaze piercing through the afterglow of the explosions to lock onto the Black-Haired Youth in mid-air.

The look of appreciation in the Black-Haired Youth's eyes grew stronger, even carrying a hint of excitement at finding a worthy opponent.

He clapped and chuckled, “Good! What an Indestructible Vajra physique! What a world-disdaining Battle Intent! To have such strength at the Early Stage of the fourth rank, you are certainly no nobody in the Black Cloud Empire!”

“State your name. This Young Master does not kill nameless ghosts!”

“Hmph, I don't change my name for anyone, I am Wu Zhankong!”

Wu Zhankong shattered a thick plasma cannon beam with a punch and responded with a voice like a great bell, “And what kind of thing are you? Hiding your head and tail while driving these iron lumps—do you dare come down and have a real fight with me?”

“Wu Zhankong? Never heard of you.”

The Black-Haired Youth shook his head, his tone carrying a condescending playfulness, “As for this Young Master's name, you aren't qualified to know it.”

“However, since you want close combat, this Young Master shall grant your wish!”

Before his voice had even faded, a powerful Aura suddenly erupted from the Black-Haired Youth, also reaching the fourth rank. Though it lacked the sky-piercing blood energy of Wu Zhankong, it possessed an extra layer of coldness and guile.

His figure flickered, turning into a black stream of light that instantly crossed the spatial distance to appear before Wu Zhankong, pointing a finger toward his forehead!

Deep black light swirled around his fingertip, and wherever it passed, the space rippled with slight folds as if it could be corroded or pierced through.

“Come on then!”

Wu Zhankong was delighted rather than startled; he had long grown tired of being on the defensive.

Facing that eerie finger, he neither dodged nor avoided it, reaching out directly with a hand as large as a palm-leaf fan. Blood energy surged between his fingers, emitting the sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls, intending to crush that finger along with the entire arm!

Bang!

Finger and palm met, yet there was no earth-shattering roar, only the muffled sound of clashing energies.

The black light at the youth's fingertip and the blood energy in Wu Zhankong's palm ground against each other violently, annihilating one another with an ear-piercing 'sizzle' sound.

The Black-Haired Youth's expression changed slightly. He felt his finger force disappear like a clay ox entering the sea, easily neutralized by the other's vast ocean of blood energy. Instead, a tyrannical and overbearing force rebounded along his arm, leaving it somewhat numb.

“What powerful strength!”

Startled, he instantly changed his Move, turning his finger into a palm. Palm shadows flew like ghosts, striking at Wu Zhankong's vital points with sinister and vicious techniques specifically designed to break through Protective Aura defenses.

“Flashy nonsense!”

Wu Zhankong roared, ignoring the subtlety of the opponent's Moves entirely. He simply swung his iron fists into an airtight defense, breaking finesse with power and meeting speed with speed!

His boxing style was simple and direct, yet it contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains and split the earth. Every punch caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly, and his scorching blood energy burned the cold Aura attached to the youth's palm winds until they hissed.

The two moved at high speeds across the scorched earth and lava, colliding repeatedly. Every clash erupted with a circular shockwave, plowing the ground flat once more.

Fist winds and palm shadows interlaced as blood energy and black light became entangled in an incredibly intense scene.

The Black-Haired Youth became more alarmed as they fought. He discovered that the Cultivation Techniques and combat skills he took pride in could not gain the slightest advantage against the opponent's pure, ultimate strength and defense. Instead, he was being shaken by the violent fist force until his own blood energy churned.

“You truly have some skill, no wonder you're so arrogant!”

A sharp glint flashed in the Black-Haired Youth's eyes, as if he intended to use a true killing Move.

Wu Zhankong, however, grew braver as the battle progressed, his wild laughter never ceasing: “Is this all you've got? You've disappointed me! If this is it, then you can just stay here forever!”

His blood energy surged once more, and the blood-colored Vicious Beast phantom behind him almost solidified as if to pounce, as an even more dangerous Aura began to spread.

This fierce battle occurring on the shielded wasteland planet had clearly only just reached its climax.

Unable to win after a long fight, and instead having his blood energy churned and arms numbed by Wu Zhankong's simple yet storm-like punches, the Black-Haired Youth's pride and patience were finally worn away, replaced by a violent streak of humiliated rage.

“You're looking for death!”

He shouted sharply, using the momentum to retreat rapidly and put distance between himself and Wu Zhankong.

At the same time, he brushed his right hand over an ancient-looking bracelet on his left wrist—

Buzz!

A flash of black light appeared, and a set of ferocious, sleek black armor instantly covered his entire body.

The armor was dark all over, as if it could absorb the surrounding light. Dark red energy patterns flowed at the joints, emitting a cold and powerful energy fluctuation; it was clearly no ordinary item.

Not only that, he grasped the air with both hands, and a pitch-black halberd with a blade shimmering with eerie blue light appeared out of nowhere.

As soon as the halberd appeared, the surrounding air seemed to solidify. The tip of the halberd vibrated slightly, emitting a faint but piercing hum—it was clearly a terrifyingly fierce divine weapon.

“To force me to use the ‘Black Underworld Armor’ and the ‘Sky-Rending Halberd,’ Wu Zhankong, you can be proud of yourself!”

The Black-Haired Youth's voice came through the faceplate, carrying a metallic coldness and a rekindled confidence. “Now, let me show you what true power is!”

Before his voice finished, his Aura surged, becoming several times stronger than before!

The Sky-Rending Halberd sliced through the air with a sharp edge that could tear through anything, turning into a bolt of eerie blue-black lightning that stabbed straight for Wu Zhankong's chest!

This strike was fast, ruthless, and precise!

Its power was completely incomparable to before. Even before the blade reached him, the sharp wind already made the skin on Wu Zhankong's chest feel a bone-chilling cold.

“Oh? Finally willing to bring out something decent?”

Instead of fear, an even more fiery light erupted in Wu Zhankong's eyes. “Now this is getting interesting!”