Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence-Chapter 24: Feng vs Yuta (3)

BOOM!

Yuta's Mist Lizard lunged at Feng head-on, its jaws snapping dangerously close as it tried to bite a chunk of his body off.

Feng twisted sharply to dodge, countering with a swift kick aimed at the creature's side to knock it away.

The moment his foot connected, a searing pain shot through him.

It felt as if he had struck something both razor-sharp and unnervingly solid.

Blood trickled from the cuts that now riddled his foot, while the Mist Lizard's struck area seemed to disperse faintly before reforming.

"What? I can't hurt this thing?" Feng thought, gritting his teeth as he tried to pull back.

SLASH!

The mist around him condensed into a flurry of daggers, shooting toward his back.

From the corner of his eye, Feng caught sight of Yuta, his hands weaving the mist with precision to guide the deadly assault.

As the mist daggers closed in, Feng felt a suffocating weight drag at his movements, as though he were wading through a swamp.

"Mist Trap," Yuta declared coldly.

Panic set in as Feng realized the daggers were moments away from impaling him.

In a desperate bid, he gathered darksilver energy into his claws and slashed behind him.

A wave of spiritual energy erupted, resembling spectral claws, shattering the misty projectiles before they reached him.

Simultaneously, Feng forced his enhanced strength to break free of the mist restricting his body.

Freed, Feng made a split-second decision.

Channeling his spiritual energy into his eyes, his gray irises glowed brilliantly.

For the first time, he could clearly see Yuta's movements through the haze.

With explosive force, Feng launched himself forward, the ground beneath him cracking from the sheer power.

Yuta reacted quickly, condensing the mist in his palms into tiny lizard-like constructs that surged toward Feng, snapping and hissing.

Though the constructs weren't particularly strong, they were enough to stall Feng.

Yet instead of dodging, Feng charged through the misty lizards, letting them bite and tear into him.

Blood streamed from fresh wounds, but his integration with the Blackwood Alpha Wolf's Heaven's Pact heightened his pain tolerance to unnatural levels.

He pushed forward, breaking through the last of the lizards and closing the distance to Yuta.

Feng's claws glinted with darksilver energy as he struck.

Yuta frantically gathered mist to block the blow, but it was futile.

Feng's body, honed to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, overwhelmed the defense.

His claws tore through with a sharp rending sound, carving a deep gash across Yuta's chest.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Yuta screamed, stumbling backward.

Before Feng could pursue, the Mist Lizard from earlier crashed into his side.

This time, Feng couldn't evade. The impact sent him hurtling into the trees with a deafening

BOOM!

Feng spat a mouthful of blood as pain flared through his body.

His vision blurred, nausea washing over him. His body burned with fatigue, threatening to give out.

The Mist Lizard didn't relent. It charged once more, aiming to finish him.

Through the haze of pain, Feng noticed Yuta shakily rising to his feet.

Blood streamed from the gash on his chest, and he coughed violently, but his eyes burned with hatred.

"Bastard!" Yuta snarled.

"Trash like you shouldn't even be alive! Broken Soul scum—I'll kill you here and now!"

Feng couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

"Damn. I've been fighting non-stop since I left the village. Am I cursed or something?"

A sudden voice echoed in his mind:

[The ability to steal the Heaven's Pact of other living beings causes the heavens themselves to reject your existence. Tribulations may sometimes befall the host as a result.]

"What? Seriously? So I just have to deal with random life-threatening events forever?"

[I am unsure of the answer to that question.]

Feng clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing.

"Whatever. If I have to become some kind of monster just to survive, so be it."

As the Mist Lizard closed in, Feng unleashed a feral howl that reverberated across the battlefield.

Darksilver energy surged through his body, crackling with intensity as he charged straight at the creature.

This time, he decided to try a different approach.

Focusing the energy into his claws, they shimmered like molten steel before slashing forward with unrelenting force.

BOOM!

The impact triggered a powerful explosion of energy, scattering the Mist Lizard into a swirling cloud of vapor.

Yuta's eyes narrowed as he observed the aftermath.

A realization dawned on him—whenever the Mist Lizard was struck with spiritual energy, it would dissipate and require time to reform.

But before Feng could capitalize on the delay, Yuta acted swiftly.

Gritting his teeth, he channeled mist with frantic urgency, reshaping it into the form of the mist lizard.

The process drained a significant amount of spiritual energy, and Yuta even burned a fragment of his life essence to complete the task.

The Mist Lizard reappeared with a guttural roar, more ferocious than before.

Without hesitation, it opened its maw and launched a dense sphere of mist teeming with spiritual energy, aiming directly at Feng.

The sheer pressure of the attack made Feng's body tense.

"Damn, I can't let that thing hit me," he thought, retreating swiftly.

The mist ball grew larger, drawing in the surrounding mist.

Yuta, visibly exhausted, was gasping for air but grinned maliciously.

"Misty Ball," he muttered, his voice trembling with effort.

Feng could feel the sharp energy radiating from the massive orb as it hurtled toward him.

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He knew it would tear through him like a hot knife through butter if it connected.

Gathering every ounce of darksilver energy in his body, Feng clapped his hands together.

BOOM!

A burst of light erupted, slowing the Misty Ball just enough for Feng to duck.

However, he couldn't escape completely.

SLASH!

New wounds opened on his back, blood soaking through his tattered robes.

Feng gasped for breath, barely standing.

Yuta wasn't faring much better.

He clutched his chest, his blood loss so severe it seemed a miracle he was still upright.

"How the hell are you still alive?" Yuta panted, glaring at Feng.

Feng smirked, spitting blood onto the ground. "Because I'm part wolf, you idiot."