242: Chapter 242 Lightning Punishment

"Holy sh*t!"

Musa couldn't help but curse, using an expletive he had learned from the Human Race.

He hadn't expected Chen Moxuan's pursuit speed to be this fast.

It had been no more than a few seconds from start to finish.

This required not just speed, but also the ability to keep up with rapid cognitive judgment.

The Demon Race's combat style was vastly different from the Martial Artist system; theoretically, anyone whose thinking was restricted to the Martial Artist system shouldn't have been able to react in time.

For Chen Moxuan to be able to identify the core of his interference Magic Array within such a short time, destroy it in one go, and quickly pinpoint his location, he must have had extensive experience fighting against alien races.

His combat mindset had already transcended the Martial Dao system.

But if Chen Moxuan had such extensive experience fighting against alien races, it was impossible that he had never heard of this person.

Musa found it inconceivable, but time did not allow him to dwell on it.

He slammed his palm onto the ground.

Choosing to teleport here wasn't just to escape.

The Magic Array had already been drawn; now, he only needed to activate it, and the Human Race Martial Artists within this arena would be significantly weakened.

He, on the other hand, would no longer be restricted by the Human Race's An Tian Grand Array and would recover his original strength.

By then, even a Martial Arts Grandmaster would be trampled beneath his feet.

"Swish—"

Chen Moxuan was even faster.

Before Musa's palm could touch the ground, a flash of lightning streaked past.

Zhang Qing, whom Musa was possessing, had already been pressed against the wall by Chen Moxuan with one hand, his entire body embedded into it.

Under the immense impact, Musa felt dizzy and disoriented, only to be jolted awake by excruciating pain.

Chen Moxuan's left fingertips moved rapidly, instantly severing his limbs.

Blood gushed from the severed stumps.

"No matter what tricks you're trying to pull, you'd better behave."

The right palm Chen Moxuan used to hold Musa's head glowed with intense light again, and the [Hand of Judgment] was activated once more.

Only this time, he clearly felt that Musa's resistance was much stronger than before.

Zhang Qing, possessed by Musa, let out a chilling laugh:

"Hahahaha! I have occupied this body for a long time; it is incomparable to that previous temporary vessel."

"My Soul has completely adapted to this body. If you want to pull my Soul out, you would have to forcibly tear it apart regardless of the consequences."

"Of course, before you tear my Soul apart, the Soul of this body will be the first to shatter."

Magic to extract a Soul also existed within the Demon Race.

Let alone why a young Human Race Martial Artist would possess similar methods, Chen Moxuan had clearly had chances to kill him before, yet he had repeatedly tried only to extract his Soul from the host body.

Musa speculated that, firstly, Chen Moxuan wanted to obtain intelligence from him, and secondly, Chen Moxuan was the type of person who cherished the lives of his own kind.

The kind of person who, on the battlefield, would risk their own life to save a dying comrade trapped deep in enemy territory, shouting, "Those who carry firewood for the masses must not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow."

The kind of idiot Musa thought was the easiest to deal with.

However, he didn't pin his hopes on Chen Moxuan stopping completely because of this.

These people would likely struggle internally after fully realizing the situation and then make a decision.

All Musa needed was to shake his opponent for a moment and delay for just that little bit of time.

Direct contact was the fastest way to activate the Magic Array, but it could also be activated through incantations if he spent some time.

As long as he could delay for a little time.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Then I won't waste any more time."

The next instant, Musa felt the suction force on his Soul from Chen Moxuan's hand increase drastically, forcing Musa to defend with all his might, unable to spare any focus to chant the incantation.

Under the confrontation of these two pulling forces, Musa felt his Soul was about to be torn apart.

But Chen Moxuan had absolutely no intention of easing up; it seemed he wanted to tear apart both Musa's and the original owner's Souls together.

"What are you doing?! If this continues, the fragile Soul of this body's owner will collapse immediately!"

"He can only blame his bad luck for being targeted by you. All I can do is make you die even more miserably."

Chen Moxuan's eyes were cold, and the light in his hand became exceptionally dazzling.

A wave of fear washed over Musa; this person seemed completely different from what he had imagined.

Thinking carefully, the opponent had immediately severed the limbs of the object he was possessing right from the start.

Given Zhang Qing's Martial Dao cultivation, he would die before long from this amount of blood loss.

Could it be that this person didn't care about the lives of his own kind at all, and only wanted to obtain intelligence from him?

Seeing his strong resistance and that intelligence gathering was fruitless, he simply decided to kill him directly.

If he continued to resist like this, his Soul would be torn apart before long!

How could he, Musa, a general of the Demon Race with the title of 'Blade of the Dark Night', really die in a place like this?!

"I have no choice but to abandon this vessel and flee back to my original body!"

The fear when death truly arrives is something that both the Human Race and alien races possess.

Although there were still many signs that could be investigated, neither Zhang Qing nor Xie Ning understood Chen Moxuan at all.

Musa could not infer what kind of person Chen Moxuan really was from their memories, and in the end, he dared not gamble his life on a psychological game.

A few wisps of black Qi emerged from Zhang Qing's mouth and nose, quickly merging into the shadows.

Musa completely deactivated the possession magic, and his consciousness instantly returned to his original body.

One kilometer outside the arena, a man with black-blue skin and sharp, long ears burst out from the ground.

As soon as he appeared, he transformed into a black shadow and quickly fled toward the horizon.

"I must bring back the intelligence on this person."

At this moment, Musa no longer cared about the risk of exposure; he was solely focused on escaping this place as quickly as possible.

He knew that even if he delayed for a minute, Chen Moxuan's Spiritual Sense would be able to quickly lock onto him and pursue him.

Fortunately, his original body was at a certain distance from the arena.

By using his original body to cast shadow magic and fleeing at full speed, Musa still had some confidence in escaping unscathed.

Meanwhile, in the preparation room, Chen Moxuan sensed that the Demon Race Soul within Zhang Qing's body was gone, so he set him down.

He immediately used his Special Ability with healing effects to stop Zhang Qing's bleeding, then used True Qi to form threads, manipulating Zhang Qing's limbs to stitch them back together seamlessly.

After finishing all this, Chen Moxuan calmly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the ceiling:

"My Spiritual Sense has already locked onto you; it is impossible for you to escape."

"Since you ran into the sky yourself, then I'll use this move... I'll leave you a whole corpse, at least."

With the body still intact, the Soul wouldn't dissipate too quickly.

Chen Moxuan pointed diagonally upward, the Power of Heaven and Earth swirling around his fingertip, and then he swung his hand down violently.

Lei Wanjun had instructed him not to expose his Spirit Ascension Realm cultivation in front of the public.

As everyone knows, there are two ways to avoid exposure: one is for no one to know, and the other is for no one to live to know.

Far up in the sky, Musa, who was fleeing desperately, suddenly noticed that the originally clear and bright sky had turned into billowing dark clouds in the blink of an eye, as thick as ink.

"What is going on?"

Musa was startled, suddenly feeling a surge of energy that made his heart tremble, continuously gathering above his head.

"This feeling is... a Human Race Heaven-grade Martial Technique?!"

"Impossible! It's one thing to reach the Spirit Ascension Realm, but how could someone at this age possibly learn a Heaven-grade Martial Technique?!"

Musa felt his understanding of the Human Race's Martial Dao system completely collapse.

He looked up in terror, and in an instant, a waterfall of lightning poured down like a bursting galaxy.

It engulfed him completely.

Musa was instantly scorched black, and a foul breath uncontrollably spewed from his mouth.

His consciousness had already scattered, and like a burnt-out piece of charcoal, he fell straight down from the sky.