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Chapter 1296 - 374: The Privilege of Forbidden Truth! River of History Crashes! Mercilessly Crushing!_4

Chapter 1296: Chapter 374: The Privilege of Forbidden Truth! River of History Crashes! Mercilessly Crushing!_4

’Ghost God Battle Method — Hand of Nirvana!’

’Ghost God Battle Method — Star-breaking Seal!’

’Ghost God Battle Method — Sinborn Pagoda!’

’...’

Eleven ultimate combat techniques condensed into the Ghost God Battle Method converged together, vast ghost energy and fresh blood intertwined, forming a ferocious phantom of a ghost god’s white-boned skull, with six heads and twelve arms, opening a giant abyssal maw.

Reflecting a corner of the other shore built by the ghost gods!

Within it lay countless broken corpses from various races, piled up like mountains—remnants of the spirits left by the many opponents Ghost Seventeen had slain, bringing not only a terrifying sense of oppression but also possessing the power to disturb the mind.

From the beginning, Ghost Seventeen continuously challenged strong enemies, refining and perfecting his combat skills until they were integrated into his body and spirit instinct.

He mastered the pinnacle of martial arts!

In recent decades, he had even fused the eleven Ghost God Battle Methods into one, comprehending...

Ghost God secret technique — Tenfold Nether Shore!

Once slain, one would enter the nether shore of his spiritual will, trapped for eternity, becoming a medal symbolizing his battlefield achievements.

When he struck, it was always with all his might, aiming to use his strongest strength to kill the projection of Gary Smith, his strong enemy!

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking roar, in the instant Ghost Seventeen’s ultimate secret technique descended, a hand of radiant light grabbed his face, and before he could even react, he heard an indifferent voice:

"Your move... is really slow!"

Before the words even finished, Ghost Seventeen felt a tremendous force. His crazed, crimson eyes saw the figure before him turn into a beam of pure light!

He was pressed down with extreme speed, directly into the ground, face first, and then a pure white radiant swept across the great earth, instantaneously crossing thousands of meters and reconstituting Gary Smith’s body.

Next second,

Boom boom boom!

Throughout the area Gary Smith passed, pillars of pure white light rose, and the ground of the Sunset Dueling Field trembled violently and cracked, almost tearing the surface apart.

But under the glow of the Sacred Gate of the Sun, it was swiftly repaired, though it still left a path flickering with endless firelight, with visible remnants of blood and flesh.

"Uh—"

Gary Smith casually threw the corpse-like Ghost Seventeen onto the ground; the skin on the front of his body had been rubbed away, even his exposed white bones were smoothed out and polished, and half of his skull was gone, exposing severely worn eyeballs, making him look like a dissected skeleton, extremely ghastly to behold.

’Ghost God Battle Method — Hand of Nirvana!’

Despite being heavily injured, under the burning of his ultimate battle spirit, he did not fall but instinctively launched an attack at Gary Smith’s weak point. An invisible hand of air gripped towards Gary Smith.

That was a counterattack from the pinnacle of technique!

But...

"In the face of strength, technique is nothing!"

Gary Smith’s gaze was calm. If it had been before his Heavenly Breathing evolution in the Celestial Realm, dealing with Ghost Seventeen might have taken some effort.

But now, all he felt was the opponent’s frailty and noise!

Hum!

Inside Gary Smith’s body, an invisible frog’s croak sounded, instantly shattering and dispersing it. At the same time, the Wind of Sloth swept through, directly causing Ghost Seventeen’s battle spirit to deteriorate into silence for a moment.

Next second, he was suppressed by the sixty-eight-armed Celestial Dragon Tree, and amidst his wails, the remaining eleven arms were torn apart, alive.

Not every Tom, Dick, or Harry is worthy to wield the power of multiple arms like him!

If there’s another chance next time, he’ll tear apart that old fart from the Arcane God Church!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Thinking this, Gary Smith extended his finger, pointed into the Void, and myriad pure white beams descended from the sky, piercing through the body of Ghost Seventeen.

The overbearing Pure White Holy Light forcefully extinguished the Ghost Energy within his body, severing his last hope.

"I... lost..."

Ghost Seventeen lay on the ground, his reason returning, feeling his body drain of life like a sieve, as death opened its arms to embrace him.

At this moment, his mind flooded with countless past victories, the numerous times he’d stood up.

But to be crushed like this was a first in his life!

He felt the ultimate sense of oppression!

His life’s glories had become a stepping stone for this man before him, to reach the pinnacle of the chaotic era!

"Cough cough..." Ghost Seventeen coughed up Fresh Blood, his nearly shattered crimson eyes looked at Gary Smith, and with a laugh said, "This is... a wonderful... battle... I..."

"Am very satisfied!"

For the Twelve-armed Ghost Race, born for battle, to die at the hands of such a strong opponent was an honor!

Crack!

Next second, Ghost Seventeen’s skull was penetrated by the Sacred Tree Spear, extinguishing his life force completely, while his body was thrown into the Void Treasure Chest to be extracted as Material.

After doing all this, Gary Smith turned to Serena Martin, who was standing still with her back to him.

At this moment, the ribbon that tied her ponytail was broken from the scattered Ghost Energy, and her hair fell to her waist. Logically, the cosplay should have ended, and she should have returned to being Serena Martin.

As calm and composed as Autumn Martin, had this woman changed her temperament?

Or had she finally grown up after experiencing this battle?

Serena Martin, feeling the gaze of "Gary Smith’s projection," smiled slightly at the corners of her mouth and chuckled:

"Boring history indeed can’t brand a fascinating soul like mine!"

"Speak human language."

"You’re too late; I was so scared just now my legs turned to jelly, I can’t even walk the ’path’, oh no, I’m going to fall—quick..."

"Quick, support me!"

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PS: Chapter 6600, seeking Monthly Tickets. Let’s chat briefly. This is the Multiracial Platform competition, after all, how could it not push the storyline... The protagonist is nearly swamped with earnings, collecting various Materials. The Paper Knight evolution Material is sorted, and his strength has also risen, plus most of the fodder enemies are swiftly dealt with, brushed over in a stroke, focusing only on a few key ones for detailed description. Even pleasurable reading requires three-dimensional opponents, otherwise, what’s the fun in stomping them?

For example, Serena Martin’s ancient scholar abilities, it’s all about networking, the opponent’s abilities also need to be bizarre and buggy enough, with an advantage like Yellow Fur overpowering or countering, like the Seat of the Fool targeting the likes of Untamed skies, and not mindless, which would truly be a collapse in combat capability.

And all of these elements are foreshadowing; the Multiracial Platform competition isn’t the end, it’s also tied to the upcoming Relic and chaotic era; there’ll be no need for reintroduction by then. If this isn’t laid out, the holiday of the Black Feathered Bird will come early, haha.

However, looking at backend feedback, everyone indeed likes this part of the story, it’s the best period in these past few months of following a routine schedule. Thank you for the support; I’ll keep working hard. My health hasn’t been great lately; I’ll hang in there for now. As for the competition, it’s reaching its finale; next, we’ll be entering the Solar Relic.