1007: Chapter 106 The Powerful Man in Black Robes

Facing this world-shaking halberd strike, Wu Zhankong still did not dodge.

Instead, the blood-qi surrounding his body, which had been burning like a raging flame, suddenly retracted inward, becoming incredibly solid, as if covering his body in a thin layer of blood-colored crystal battle armor.

The eyes of the blood-colored Vicious Beast totem on his upper body suddenly lit up, like a prehistoric behemoth truly awakening; the malevolent aura it emitted made the soldiers on the distant warships feel a tremor in their hearts.

“Break!”

Wu Zhankong exhaled and shouted, throwing out a simple straight punch.

This punch had no external energy release or brilliant fist-qi; all the power was concentrated on the fist itself. The space around the fist distorted slightly, as if unable to withstand this extreme force.

The edge of the fist and the tip of the halberd collided like a needle meeting a wheat stalk!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The next instant—

Clang—!!!

A deafening roar of clashing metal, far exceeding all previous explosions, erupted!

The physical sound waves formed a spherical blast that spread in all directions, forcibly scraping the ground dozens of meters deep!

Crack!

A clear sound of shattering rang out.

Under the Black-Haired Youth's disbelieving gaze, his cherished and invincible Void-Shattering Halberd actually developed a tiny crack at the tip the moment it collided with Wu Zhankong's bare fist!

Immediately after, an indescribable, terrifying force—like the stampede of a prehistoric behemoth—surged wildly along the shaft of the halberd!

“Pfft!”

The Black-Haired Youth felt as if he had been struck by lightning; the webbing of his thumb instantly split, dripping with blood, and the Void-Shattering Halberd nearly flew out of his hand.

The Black Profound Battle Armor on his body flashed with dark light, attempting to neutralize this massive force, but after supporting him for less than half a second, the light abruptly dimmed.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, the blood he spat out staining the inside of his face mask a bright crimson.

“Young Master!”

The two Black-Robed Men, who had been standing still like statues watching the battle, finally moved.

Their movements were faster than common logic allowed, as if they had merged directly into the shadows of space.

One of them flickered and appeared behind the flying Black-Haired Youth, releasing a gentle yet majestic force to catch him steadily. Simultaneously, his other hand pressed against the battle armor, pouring in pure energy to stabilize his injuries.

The other Black-Robed Figure stood abruptly between Wu Zhankong and the Black-Haired Youth like a specter.

He remained shrouded in his black robe, his face unseen, but a suffocating pressure spread out like a tide, suppressing Wu Zhankong's soaring Battle Intent and blood-qi.

The very space of this world seemed to become stagnant due to his presence.

He did not strike, merely standing there quietly, but Wu Zhankong's forward momentum came to a sudden halt, as if he had hit an invisible, intangible, yet indestructible wall.

Wu Zhankong shook his slightly numb fist, looking at the faint white mark on his knuckles, then looked up at the Black-Robed Figure blocking his path. His face showed an unprecedented gravity and... a hint of even more excited Battle Intent.

“Finally couldn't hold back anymore?”

Wu Zhankong grinned, revealing forest-white teeth like a beast eyeing its prey. “It seems the main player is taking the stage!”

The Black-Robed Figure who had caught the Black-Haired Youth spoke slowly in a raspy, low voice that sounded like metal grinding, his tone devoid of any emotion:

“To harm the Young Master is an unpardonable sin.

Surrender, and I may leave your corpse intact.”

Wu Zhankong looked at the Black-Robed Figure before him, feeling that Fourth-Stage Peak pressure as heavy as a mountain. Instead of retreating, the fire of battle burning in his eyes grew even more intense.

He cracked his neck, the sound echoing sharply. The blood-qi that had been retracted earlier erupted once more, even more violent and surging than before!

“Leave my corpse intact? With just you, a rat hiding his head and tail?”

Wu Zhankong's voice was like a great bell, filled with disdain. “So what if you're at the Fourth-Stage Peak? It's exactly the Peaks that I enjoy fighting!”

Before his voice finished, he took a step forward. The earth beneath him collapsed, and he turned into a blood-colored meteor, actively charging at the Black-Robed Figure blocking the way!

“Stubborn and ignorant.”

The Black-Robed Figure's raspy voice held no ripple of emotion. He merely slowly raised a withered palm and gave a light pat forward.

This palm strike seemed slow, yet it appeared to contain the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, drawing in the surrounding energy.

A massive palm print condensed from pure dark energy appeared out of thin air. Upon the palm print, eerie runes faintly circulated, emitting an aura of devouring and destruction as it descended toward Wu Zhankong!

“Break for me!”

Wu Zhankong roared, the blood-qi on his right fist condensing like a blood-diamond as he slammed it fiercely into the dark palm print!

Boom—!!!

Fist and palm met again, and this time the resulting energy shock far exceeded the previous battle with the Black-Haired Youth.

Blood-colored blood-qi and dark energy intertwined and annihilated each other frantically, forming a brief energy vacuum that pushed away all surrounding matter, even twisting the light.

Wu Zhankong's charging figure jerked to a stop. He felt a cold, overbearing force with strong corrosive properties spreading up his arm, attempting to erode his Meridians and blood-qi.

He gave a muffled groan, the blood-qi inside his body roaring like the Yangtze River, forcibly shattering that foreign energy.

The dark palm print struck by the Black-Robed Figure also shattered inch by inch under Wu Zhankong's supreme yang punch, dissipating into pure energy.

“You've got some skill!” Wu Zhankong's eyes grew even brighter.

“Your strength is acceptable. Unfortunately, your Realm is insufficient. Obediently become the Young Master's War Puppet.”

The Black-Robed Figure offered his evaluation, his body flickering as if merging into the shadows. The next moment, he appeared directly beside Wu Zhankong, pointing a finger silently toward his temple.

Fast! Eerie! Dangerous!

This Black-Robed Figure's fighting style was completely different from Wu Zhankong's. He did not seek to crush with head-on force, but rather condensed his power to the extreme. His Moves were cunning and ruthless, targeting vital points, and his movement technique was ghostly and unpredictable, like an omnipresent shadow.

Wu Zhankong reacted extremely quickly, jerking his head to the side while his left arm swept out like a steel whip, smashing toward the opponent's waist and abdomen.

The Black-Robed Figure's finger missed, and his figure vanished like a ghost again, causing Wu Zhankong's sweep to hit nothing but air.

The subsequent battle entered a white-hot stage.

Two figures collided and crossed paths at a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture on the surface of this planet-turned-scorched-earth.

One was like a blood-qi Dragon, overbearing and fierce; wherever the wind of his fist passed, space vibrated and the earth split. The other was like a ghostly shadow, eerie and swift; between his finger, palm, and claw strikes, dark winds howled and dark energy eroded.

Bang bang bang! Boom boom boom!

The loud rumbles of energy clashing were continuous, and shockwaves rippled out one after another, ravaging the already devastated land once more.

Their speed was so fast that even in the eyes of the Black-Haired Youth and the other Black-Robed Figure watching from afar, they could only see two blurry lights—one red and one black—constantly colliding, separating, and colliding again.