Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 446 - 340: Duel!

Chapter 446: Chapter 340: Duel!

Blood.

Blood sprayed.

The air wailed, yet the assault didn’t cease for a moment.

The blood that flew out had shattered into a mist of deep red fog before it even had a chance to fall.

Wu Xiaode and Siang stood amidst the swirling blood mist, unleashing all manner of strikes at each other with all their strength.

Wu Xiaode did not dodge or evade, nor did he care that his body was already drenched in blood.

Siang, on the other hand, fought back with exchanges, always trying to find a way to block or dodge slightly, maintaining a normal defensive stance throughout.

The two fought several more rounds.

"Kid, you can’t win!"

Siang scoffed disdainfully and, with a flip of his hand, took out a pair of daggers, slashing viciously at Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode had no choice but to withdraw his fists and draw out his Desert Sword from his waist.

A silent arc swept across the moon, shadows of apricot flowers scattered, and the sound of a flute carried till the break of dawn.

Hum—

A giant sword shadow rose, colliding with Siang’s daggers.

A heaven-shaking clangour of metal striking metal.

The two daggers were sent flying, and the Desert Sword was knocked away as well.

The difference was, while the daggers flew off to who-knows-where, the Desert Sword quivered in midair and then swooshed back into Wu Xiaode’s scabbard at his waist.

Wu Xiaode was again unarmed, engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

The high-level skills that Siang occasionally unleashed, Wu Xiaode didn’t bother to dodge, allowing them to blast against his body, indifferent to the blood shadows rising from his form.

Indeed, these skills that surpassed the laws were immensely powerful, but Wu Xiaode seized the moment to persistently strike at Siang with close-quarters boxing—

As if he were racing against time—

This method of close combat could maximize the elimination of blood shadows.

Often, Siang would kill him once, while he would have already killed Siang five or six times.

Siang gritted his teeth.

This wasn’t worth it!

He had no choice but to withdraw his magic, swinging his fists to block again and occasionally looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

But in this style of close-quarters combat, even with eight hundred years’ worth of exceptional beings in him, how could he withstand Wu Xiaode, who had received the endowment of the Human Emperor’s inheritance?

Smack!

Wu Xiaode found an opening in Siang and hammered both hands down on his forearm.

Siang’s body tilted, leaving him wide open, but immediately, a blood shadow produced a large shield to block in front of him.

Wu Xiaode did not care in the slightest and struck the shield thirty-six times with his fists, followed by a kick.

Siang couldn’t bear the force and was sent flying, rolling dozens of meters before he could stand again.

Behind him, a succession of blood shadows ascended, clearly having absorbed the attack for him.

However, his mouth suddenly burst into wild laughter:

"Is this your punch? Why is it getting weaker?"

A hint of panic flashed in Wu Xiaode’s eyes as he shouted sharply, "Stop babbling!"

He was about to retreat—

But Siang released a shadowy warhorse and, with a flick on the reins, commanded, "Don’t let him escape!"

In a flash.

The warhorse charged in front of Wu Xiaode.

Desperate, Siang rushed forward, entangling Wu Xiaode in a reckless brawl.

Elsewhere.

Amidst the fog.

Audrey turned her head to look at Qiong.

"Why is Arian’s punch losing power?" she asked worriedly.

Qiong sighed and replied, "I’m only level 700. Arian borrowed all of my Soul Power, and now mine is nearly depleted too."

"What! What about Siang? How much Soul Power does he have?" Audrey became anxious.

"Siang is level 790, and he has some unusual talents with Soul Power. His total amount of Soul Power is much more than we anticipated!" explained Qiong.

"...What do we do now?" murmured Audrey.

"No wonder I saw him deliberately dragging out the fight. Perhaps he saw through Arian’s weakness early on—Arian is still too young." Qiong bit her lip lightly.

She herself was now out of Soul Power.

Perhaps...

Siang was the true master of the Shangmo family.

Even though he took more hits during the fight, his strategy was correct from a tactical standpoint.

Arian’s Soul Power was exhausted!

The victory belonged to Siang!

In the arena.

While receiving punches, Wu Xiaode kept retreating, seemingly attempting to disengage from the brawl.

But how could Siang let him escape?

"Hahaha, what’s the matter, why aren’t you attacking like before?"

Siang laughed maniacally.

He advanced to grapple, refusing to let Wu Xiaode break free no matter what.

Time slipped by.

While attacking, Siang sensed Wu Xiaode’s gradually dissipating aura of the end.

—There was no faking that aura!

"How did you find out my weakness?"

Wu Xiaode’s face turned pale, he said through clenched teeth.

As various techniques lost their power, he had been hit hard several times by Siang, with blood shadows rising from his back.

While attacking, Siang spoke smugly:

"Naive child, you couldn’t help but mention three minutes earlier, and in the fight, you were constantly on the offensive, as if you were rushing against time. At first, I thought you were trying to lure me into a trap—"

"But the power fluctuation in your body is settling."

"And the strength of your punches is showing a very real phenomenon of Soul Power exhaustion."

"These cannot be feigned."

"Plus, considering your age and Soul Power level, this battle was doomed from the beginning—you couldn’t possibly beat me—"

"Because as long as I keep the fight going, your Soul Power couldn’t last until the end."

"This is the significance of Soul Power level!"

Siang’s killing intent surged as he proclaimed loudly:

"Without tremendous Soul Power to wield ’Corpse Pile Mountain,’ your fate is to overdraw your own body—"

"I’ve won!"

"Arian, I’m taking your head!"

His fists rained down relentlessly on Wu Xiaode.

Occasionally, Wu Xiaode could dodge, but he was quickly overwhelmed again, with no chance to catch his breath.

Seeing this, Siang completely relaxed and started to go all out.

In the mist,

The two women looked on in utter despair.

"It’s no use... let’s escape."

Qiong said.

"I will go and lend him a helping hand!" Audrey drew out a magic wand, ready to step forward immediately.

Just at this moment, a dense array of summoning runes appeared in the void.

These runes arranged themselves into a perfect circular summoning array in front of Qiong, emitting fluctuations of space.

"Summoning? I’m right in the mist, and I don’t have any Soul Power left, what good will it do to summon me?"

Qiong couldn’t help but say.

"I get it! Quick! Press your hand on it!"

Audrey shouted loudly.

A look of annoyance covered her face but was quickly replaced by joy, her hands trembling as if entangled with intense and complex emotions.

Qiong, upon hearing this, started to panic and couldn’t help but exclaim:

"It’s no use, I don’t have Soul Power, if I go I would be killed outright."

"Just press your hand on the summoning array and you’ll understand—hurry!" Audrey said.

Qiong shook her head, then heaved a sigh.

—She had thoroughly betrayed Siang. If Arian really had a chance to turn the tables, wouldn’t she offend him again by not helping at this moment?

There was no way out.

Give it a try.

Perhaps—

Is there really hope?

She pressed her hand onto the summoning array.

At that moment, Wu Xiaode, who was fighting outside, sensed it.

On the Book of the Dead also emerged rows of ice crystal letters:

"You have initiated the Descending skill:"

"Death God’s Embrace."

"Explanation: By the will of blood and spirit, immediately summon your chosen target, making them appear in peak state and fight for you."

"Activation successful!"

"Qiong has been restored to peak state and can continue to provide you with the power of a Level 700 Soul Power expert!"

Wu Xiaode narrowed his eyes.

This Siang was indeed battle-hardened, cunning and ruthless, with endless tricks and various combat strategies.

Do not even think about fooling him.

He only believes in what’s real.

So there were a few things here—

First, in three minutes, the End’s fluctuations would indeed disappear.

Second, he was indeed young with a low Soul Power Level.

Third, the fighting style of the Human Emperor’s Inheritance was actually close combat, and he had to get close to stand a chance against him.

All three of these things were true.

But.

He had one more card to play.

Death God’s Embrace.

Thud—

Siang once again hit Wu Xiaode’s chest, sending out seven or eight blood shadows from his back.

"I’ll beat you to death!"

Siang roared, slamming his fists down hard on Wu Xiaode’s head.

In an instant,

A bronze arm suddenly appeared in the void, radiating dark flames, blocking his fists.

Siang paused for a moment.

This is illogical! He has no Soul Power left, how can he block my eight hundred years’ worth of Human Emperor boxing style!

Boom—

In the blood mist from all directions, countless bronze arms quietly emerged.

The first fist that landed on Siang sent him spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Blood shadows flew up from his body and dissipated in mid-air.

"You still have such strength! Impossible!"

Siang shouted.

Then he could no longer speak.

Like a terrifying war machine, like a fully awakened giant beast—

Hundreds upon hundreds of bronze fists engulfed in dark flames struck at Siang’s body like a storm.

Dark·Netherworld Grotto Heaven·Sealing Hand!

Wu Xiaode wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on Siang as he said:

"No matter the eight hundred years of Human Emperor prowess you possess, my punch can deplete them all, and in the end, it will be your life."

—Heaven and Earth Human Emperor Fist·Tian Ruo!

This is the Endless Fist, irresistible, capable of punching the opponent until they breathe their last.

But this move requires one condition—

The enemy must be in a state of exposed weakness or defenselessness.

Wu Xiaode had laid the groundwork for so long just to get Siang to completely abandon defense, and then he delivered this punch.

Countless punches imbued with Dark Tao Power of the Human Emperor Tian Ruo Fist bombarded Siang, non-stop, one after another.

After several breaths,

His body landed far away in another corner of the square, making a "thud" as it hit the ground.

Rows of ice crystal letters emerged in the void:

"Siang is dead."

"You have completed the commission of the undead."

"You have obtained the last resentful spirit power and can now begin to enhance your Netherworld Grotto Heaven·Dark Tao Power."

"They have come before you now and have something of utmost importance to tell you."

A silent wall quietly emerged in front of Wu Xiaode.

At the bottom of the Sea of Death, all the shackled resentful spirits looked at him in unison.

The leading resentful spirit spoke:

"Thank you for helping us, the Shangmo family, avenge this grievance; we can finally escape from this suffocating place."

"Here’s a word of advice for you."

"Use all your strength—"

"And run fast."