My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!
Chapter 131: Consumed by Fury!

Chapter 131: Consumed by Fury!

As he prepared to face the soul of the Transcendent Martial Artist, his thoughts drifted to that Seer woman.

From her story, she had seemed intelligent, so why had she so readily revealed everything, knowing full well she might become useless afterward?

Gang Reyong could smell a conspiracy brewing from a mile away, but he couldn’t quite grasp its shape.

With her consciousness wiped out, she shouldn’t be able to interfere, she was deader than dead.

And yet, Gang Reyong couldn’t shake the feeling that she might have hidden something from him.

A person who could see the future... no matter how he looked at it, there was just no way someone like that could be so simple!

"I’ll think about it after I deal with this Jin," he muttered, eyes turning serious.

As a stronger being, a Transcendent Martial Artist’s soul was naturally far different from the others he had enslaved so far.

Even though he could use illusions, their mental fortitude far surpassed that of any First-stage Martial Artist. Gang Reyong steadied his breath and calmed his thoughts, preparing for a tough battle.

The moment he entered Jin’s mental space, he was assaulted by a terrifying heat that seemed to burn everything in its path.

He glanced around, everything was drenched in red.

Nothing but red filled the space around him, saturated with an overwhelming killing intent.

"I see," Gang Reyong muttered as he observed the overwhelming killing intent. From it alone, he could already infer the kind of mentality Jin, the head of the Shadow Faction, possessed.

A mentality that fascinated him deeply.

The mindset of killing, and nothing but killing.

His gaze fell on the man at the center of it all, Jin, who stared back with unblinking eyes.

"What are you looking at, brat?" Jin sneered, snorting in disdain.

"I’m looking at the man who died by my hands," Gang Reyong replied.

The moment the words left his mouth, his figure vanished, merging with his Will, looming behind him.

At the same time, Jin waved his hand, and the red haze lingering in the air surged forward, striking with merciless precision.

All the red strikes landed, but passed straight through him, as if Gang Reyong were nothing more than a ghost.

"You cannot harm me with physical attacks," Gang Reyong whispered, his voice carrying the eerie chill of a devil, fulfilling his role as one.

"You know," Jin said slowly, "after death, I came to a realization..."

"There’s no such thing as a devil. And if one did exist, it’d be as weak as you."

As his words echoed through the space, the stench of blood thickened, becoming nearly suffocating.

It twisted and solidified, gradually forming thousands of giant katanas, each one pointed at Gang Reyong like a predator poised to strike.

"Haha... Here, I am the strongest. This entire place is my domain," Jin sneered, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "And nothing can harm me here."

He truly felt like a god in this place.

Just like a First-stage Martial Artist who can have their body in this space because it has unified with Will, the domain of the Transcendent Martial Artist became this place.

That means he could essentially dodge and attack opponents inside this place.

"However, you seem to have forgotten," Gang Reyong spoke.

The moment Jin’s eyes landed on Gang Reyong’s figure, he fell into a trance-like state, almost completely frozen in place, like time seemed to have stopped.

’He really fell for the same trick again,’ Gang Reyong thought with a shake of his head. ’For a Transcendent Martial Artist, he is not very smart or should I say that my abilities are an anomaly in themselves.’

Martial artists typically fought in a raw, straightforward manner, relying heavily on physical combat with minimal use of auxiliary skills.

Even their Martial Arts techniques, whether with swords or bows, reflected this direct approach.

It was rare to see a Martial Artist employ other types of Wills. The goateed man had been one such exception, though his Will was primarily defensive in nature.

"Maybe that Tang clan she mentioned has something to do with poison Wills," Gang Reyong thought. In Martial Arts stories, clans bearing the name Tang were almost always masters of poison.

A clan that specialises in poison.

With a frown, Gang Reyong scanned his surroundings.

At this point, with how many illusions he had cast on the man, his mentality should have already been crumbling. Yet, there was almost no effect within this place.

"It’s likely because of his domain," Gang Reyong thought calmly.

Since this entire space was under the man’s domain, Gang Reyong would have to find a way to disrupt or overcome it if he wanted to erase his consciousness.

"His domain revolves around killing... hmm..." An idea slowly began to take shape in his mind.

’I hope this works.’

He reverted to his ghoul form, cancelling his Will.

The moment he did, Jin snapped out of his trance and glared at Gang Reyong.

"I’m going to kill you. Die!" he roared, consumed by fury.

Countless bloody katanas surged toward him.

The killing intent behind them erupted like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him completely.

Gang Reyong’s ghostly form was shredded into pieces.

But moments later, it reformed.

The katanas struck again, merciless and unrelenting but Gang Reyong continued to recover, again and again.

The more he regenerated, the more Jin’s fury grew, his mind consumed by rage.

Hundreds... thousands... millions...

No matter how many times he tried to kill Gang Reyong, the result was the same, he remained intact.

But then, something changed.

The space around them began to crumble, the strikes of the katanas growing wilder and more chaotic with each passing moment.

"What’s wrong? Isn’t your whole thing killing? So why can’t you kill me?"

By now, Jin had completely lost his mind, attacking Gang Reyong in a blind frenzy.

In the end, consumed by his own madness, his mentality shattered. The last shred of his consciousness was wiped away.

Gang Reyong snapped his eyes open, back in the real world. Barely a few minutes had passed since he killed the woman.

"Did you do it?" Jian Ruxue asked, her tone curious.

Gang Reyong simply nodded.

"Arise."

The void twisted and distorted. From the tear, two undead figures emerged.

One was Jin, still radiating the terrifying aura of a Transcendent Martial Artist. The other was the blindfolded woman, silent and still.

"Now, I have a Transcendent-level undead by my side," Gang Reyong said, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the temple.

"Come out. Or should I make you?"

Almost instantly, thousands of people began pouring out from within the temple-like structure. Though it appeared small from the outside, the sheer number of people revealed just how vast the space really was.

As they emerged, each of them bowed their heads deeply to the ground.

At the front stood twelve old men, each radiating a powerful presence. One of them stepped forward and spoke:

"Please spare us. We have lost."

"Tell me," Gang Reyong replied coldly, "why should I? After all the atrocities you’ve committed?"

The old man trembled. "We were taught this from birth. This is our way of life," he said. "This is how we grow stronger and survive."

Gang Reyong glanced around. Among the thousands gathered, many were weak and helpless.