Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 316 - 281: Collision!

Chapter 316: Chapter 281: Collision!

"I thought you had already fled, and I was finding it quite interesting, planning to play a hunting game with you."

Satan said with a grin.

He stood in the center of the long street, with Wu Xiaode in front and Xia Ni behind.

Surrounding mist surged like waves of smoke.

But Satan paid it no heed.

He gently moved his body and said in a low voice, "There should be another me in this world, but now it’s you who are fighting me, which means you’ve dealt with him?"

"He has his business, and your showdown with him will have to be delayed—beat me first before talking about that." Wu Xiaode said.

Satan was silent for a moment before suddenly clapping his hands:

"Although it’s just a trifling skill, it’s still worth a round of applause—because by saying that, I must consider whether I’ll have enough strength to deal with the other me after fighting you."

"Or perhaps you think to escape? But there’s no chance left for that." Wu Xiaode made a gesture.

Xia Ni smiled lightly and pressed her little hand through the air.

Threads of electric current radiated from her hand, instantly encompassing the entire street.

Space disruption!

From now on, no one could use the Space Skill to escape from this current world!

However, Satan merely glanced at it indifferently, then brought back his gaze and said slowly:

"To continuously lock down this space, you need to release a large amount of Soul Power. By locking me here, the only one left to fight me is you—"

His gaze became somewhat mocking:

"Do you really believe that with your little ability, you can defeat me?"

"No wonder you went to Hell back then." Wu Xiaode sneered.

"Oh? Do enlighten me." Satan asked.

"The world changes rapidly, yet you still view things with outdated eyes—pride will bring you bitter fruit." Wu Xiaode said.

Two bronze Demon Gods towered behind him.

A spirit took refuge in his body.

As well as the Ying Yuan Sword which was constantly infusing Soul Power.

Unfortunately—

Satan could not see them.

He listened quietly to Wu Xiaode’s words, his expression darkening.

"Very odd."

"You left the Holy City, and I followed you here, but you say I look at things with outdated eyes. I have reason to believe you’re crazy—but none of that matters now."

"You will die by my hands now, and then your soul will be extracted by me, absorbing all it contains, including your Power of Death."

With those words.

Satan suddenly vanished from his spot.

So fast!

Wu Xiaode’s pupils contracted, and his hands immediately swiped through the air, leaving trails of afterimages.

Satan reappeared in front of him, matching fist for fist, palm for palm, engaging him head-on.

After a series of snapping sounds, Satan staggered back several meters.

The murderous aura on him began to rise:

"The Iron Wire Fist of the Human Race? An overly ancient and outdated form of boxing. Watch as I break your Fist, strip your tendons, disassemble your bones, and show you what a Fist truly is."

Wu Xiaode was about to speak when an old voice echoed in his mind:

"Big talk for a mere Birdman with wings, who was even chased out of heaven for not paying the rent, daring to say you’ll break my Fist?"

The tone was filled with intense killing intent.

"Little Wu, shall I take over for a bit?" The Ancestor Spirit chuckled coldly.

What could Wu Xiaode say?

This elder was irritated!

"Of course, Senior; please, Senior," he said with respectful intonation.

The next moment.

"I wouldn’t even deign to learn your boxing!"

Satan roared in anger, stomped his foot on the ground, and charged forth once more.

Wu Xiaode’s entire demeanor suddenly changed as he squared up in his boxing stance, and said with a sneer:

"You hairy beast from behind, Grandpa here will teach you Iron Wire Fist today."

The two clashed abruptly.

Wu Xiaode suddenly gathered his energy and roared angrily, "Kill!"

That one word exploded like thunder, the massive sound waves bursting from his mouth, shattering all the windows along the street.

The sound wave, mingled with the blow of an invisible tidal wave, spread out in all directions.

"Hmm..."

Xia Ni frowned slightly, switched from one hand to both hands, and continued to maintain the seal on the space.

A thread of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

If even she, who was hundreds of meters away, had been injured by the sound, what about Satan at the center of it all!

He stood still, locked in the motion of throwing a punch, struggling to recover from the massive damage caused by the sound wave.

Unfortunately, with only 40 points of Soul Power, he could not come to his senses in time.

Meanwhile, Wu Xiaode leisurely rolled up his sleeves, speaking unhurriedly:

"The complete Iron Wire Fist comprises six types of force: charging, bursting, flinging, grinding, pounding, and the final Iron Hand Blocking the River."

He stood his ground, his body emitting a crackling sound as his muscles and bones popped in unison, his presence soaring as thick veins twisted like snakes upon his arms.

"To kill you, one move is enough."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, clenched his hands into fists, stacked them together, and placed them in front of Satan, then became still.

The world went silent.

Satan trembled incessantly, desperately trying to recover from the sound attack.

Time slowly passed.

Finally—

"You..."

Satan exhaled sharply, his body shivered, and he finally regained control over his body.

Almost at the same moment.

Wu Xiaode’s Fist smashed onto Satan’s head.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

Satan’s entire head turned into a mass of shadow and was instantly knocked away, scattering into a shower of blood even before it hit the ground.

Only his headless body remained standing motionless on the spot.

"You wanted to break my Iron Wire Fist, didn’t you? How will you break this punch?" Wu Xiaode said coldly.

He seemed to sense something, suddenly leaping backward seven or eight meters.

Only to see Satan’s headless body, at some unknown moment, had lifted both hands to form a seal.

His voice emanated from the pit of his stomach:

"I underestimated your boxing, to express my apology, I will now let you die in the endless agony of Hell."

A wave of darkness rapidly spread from the headless body’s hands, enveloping the whole block.

Xia Ni was struck as if by an electric shock and sent flying.

The darkness continued to spread in all directions, eroding and extending.

"World Skill·Thirteen Layers of Hell World."

The headless body waved a hand through the darkness, gathering a ball of light which reformed into a head, fitting it back onto its neck.

Satan was restored as if he had never been wounded.

He even flashed Wu Xiaode a cruel and ferocious smile.

"Really think 40 points of Soul Power can restrain me? This is my inherent Causality Law Skill, summoning the Thirteen Layers of Hell to assimilate the whole human world—"

"Your soul, along with all living beings of this world, I shall take them now."

"By killing everyone like this, aren’t you afraid the sin prison will execute you?" Wu Xiaode shouted.

"Kill me? No, I only need a few minutes to wipe you all out; by the time the sin prison reacts, it will be begging me—"

"Because I hold all their souls in my hands!"

Satan was brimming with a murderous aura, and within the surrounding darkness, a bizarre array of monsters began to emerge.

He seemed to remember something and once more adopted his fighting stance, grinning and saying:

"Come on, let’s see where the limits of the Iron Wire Fist lie. This time I promise to tear your fleshly body apart alive."

Wu Xiaode’s voice suddenly aged:

"Your Skill, at its core, still belongs to the Heavenly Skill."

"No, this is the unique Hell World Skill I created." Satan forcibly ceased his movement, earnestly retorting.

"Without Heaven, how can there be a Hell? Do you think that by creating something completely opposite of Heaven you can escape its domain? Too young, too naive,"

Wu Xiaode said with a sneer.

Satan was momentarily taken aback, and greater murderous intent surged forth from his person.

"Annoying fellow, I’ll kill you right now."

In the boundless darkness around them, a dense throng of monsters stealthily came into being.

They hid within the shadows of the dark, moving towards Wu Xiaode with incredible speed.

Crack.

A devil with a single horn, in the midst of sneaking around, unwittingly stepped on something, causing a slight noise underfoot.

It couldn’t help but look down.

There was an ordinary-looking piece of broken stone on the ground.

Stepping on the broken stone and causing a slight noise—

It was very much an everyday occurrence, something no one would pay attention to.

But the next instant—

Fine crackling sounds echoed all around.

All the monsters had stepped on the broken stones.

They each looked down.

Even Satan felt something amiss and cast his gaze downward.

The once flat and hard cement ground had vanished.

The earth was now covered with randomly scattered broken stones of indeterminate depth; the stones varied in length and width, and their colors were not all the same.

Wu Xiaode bent over, picking up one of the myriad small stones at random, and spoke:

"In the endless Epochs, there was an overly powerful Spirit who, wearied by too much worldly tribulation and indifferent to the cycle of samsara, turned itself into limitless broken stones, slumbering within the Spirit Realm."

"If you dare to disturb its slumber, or even step on a single piece of broken stone—"

"The outcome can’t be that pleasant."

The broken stone under that devil’s foot suddenly cracked open.

White light flashed.

The devil disappeared.

"Toys..."

A profound and majestic voice emerged from the depths below.

In an instant, all the stones cracked, wiping clean all monsters and darkness from the land.

The street was once again restored to the human world.

No longer was there any sign of devils.

Satan couldn’t help but take a few steps back, darkly declaring, "My world..."

"It took it away to play," Wu Xiaode said indifferently.

On the Book of the Dead.

Two lines of icy words floated still upon the page:

"The Thirteen Layers of Hell World have descended."

"The current Thirteen Layers of Hell World has been taken and sealed by ???, never to reappear in the mortal realm."

Wu Xiaode stood still without moving.

Suddenly, out of the Void, two bronze hands appeared, slamming into Satan’s back.

—Heaven and Earth Emperor Fist, bidding farewell!

Satan was struck and sent flying towards Wu Xiaode.

As Wu Xiaode prepared his stance, he whispered softly,

"Full strength."

In an instant, two enormous figures materialized on either side of him.

Bronze Demon Gods!

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