Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 149: Kill!!!
[Pain Damage Received: Minor lacerations]
[+10 Pain Points]
[Pain Damage Received: Wind blade cuts]
[+50 Pain Points]
[Pain Damage Received: Sustained wind pressure]
[+30 Pain Points]
[Total Pain Points Gained: +90]
Vogue’s eyes widened with genuine excitement as he read the notifications. His expression shifted from calm amusement to something almost predatory. He licked his lips slowly.
"Attack me one more time," Vogue said, his voice carrying eager anticipation. "Actually, put more power into it this time. Really try to hurt me."
The lackey stared at him like he was completely insane, which was probably an accurate assessment.
Boss Osborn’s expression darkened considerably. This youth was clearly mocking them, treating their attacks like they were nothing more than a training exercise.
"Enough games," Osborn growled, his voice losing all pretense of calm. "Monk Lin, kill him. Make it painful."
The elderly Buddhist monk stepped forward with a serene smile, his prayer beads clicking softly as he moved.
"Amitabha. This poor monk shall send you to enlightenment, young benefactor."
The next moment, everything in the hall changed.
An imposing aura suddenly erupted from Monk Lin’s body—not just the power of a Peak Level Stellar Knight, but something far more terrifying. The air itself seemed to crystallize around him as faint traces of Luminous Realm essence began manifesting, creating visible distortions in space.
Vogue’s eyes flashed with recognition and calculation. "Half-Step Luminous Realm? Interesting."
The remaining lackey, sensing the overwhelming pressure, tried to scramble away from the impending clash. Vogue casually grabbed her by the collar and shoved her forcefully aside, sending her tumbling across the marble floor toward the exit. She wasn’t worth his attention right now.
Monk Lin moved with blinding speed that belied his elderly appearance. He slapped his palm forward in a deceptively simple motion, but the attack was anything but basic.
Countless dazzling points of golden light converged between his fingers, swirling and condensing until they formed a miniature storm contained entirely within his palm. The compressed energy crackled with barely restrained power that could level buildings. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"Come at me then!" Vogue shouted with genuine excitement.
He pulled back his right arm and threw a straightforward punch to meet the monk’s palm strike head-on. Despite the simplicity of the movement, terrifying force erupted from his fist—power akin to moving entire mountains, strength that could capture and crush a hundred peaks simultaneously.
The two attacks collided in the center of the hall.
"BOOM!!!"
The resulting explosion was absolutely deafening, the sound waves so intense that they caused physical pain to anyone within range. The very earth beneath the mansion trembled wildly from the impact. Windows throughout the building shattered simultaneously. The floor cracked in spiderweb patterns spreading outward from the collision point.
Even Boss Osborn, seated on his throne dozens of meters away, had to grip the armrests tightly to avoid being thrown from his seat by the shockwave. The giant wolf whimpered and pressed itself flat against the ground.
The gang members still conscious in the hall covered their ears desperately, their faces twisted in pain as they crouched down, trying to protect themselves from the overwhelming force.
But Vogue and Monk Lin weren’t finished. Not even close.
In the blink of an eye, Vogue transformed his stance and began delivering hundreds of punches within mere fractions of a second. His fists moved so fast they became invisible blurs, creating afterimages that made it look like he had dozens of arms attacking simultaneously.
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
A continuous series of earth-shattering explosions rang out as each punch collided with Monk Lin’s defensive techniques. The monk responded with equal ferocity, his hands moving in complex patterns as he deployed Buddhist palm strikes and defensive barriers.
In just seconds, Vogue and Monk Lin had exchanged well over a hundred moves, their combat reaching speeds that normal eyes couldn’t even track properly. The battle looked like two blurs of motion surrounded by constant explosions of light and force.
Each collision between them carried incredibly terrifying power—just the residual shockwaves from their clashes would be sufficient to instantly kill any regular Stellar Knight caught in the aftermath!
Vogue suddenly activated one of his newer abilities, channeling power from his internal world. His muscles expanded even further as he drew upon primordial strength.
"Primordial Ox Demon Fist!"
Accompanied by a phantom roar that sounded like an ancient demon beast, Vogue threw a devastating punch. Billions of pounds of concentrated force exploded instantly from his fist, the air itself igniting from the friction.
Monk Lin’s eyes flashed with alarm. He crossed both arms in front of his chest and pushed forward with all his might, channeling his Half-Step Luminous power.
"Heavenly Lock Formation!"
Golden chains materialized in the air, attempting to bind and deflect the incoming attack.
"BANG!!"
Despite his defense, Monk Lin staggered backward several steps from the impact, his blood and internal energy surging wildly inside his body. He looked down at his crossed arms and saw a clear fist imprint branded into his flesh, the skin around it turning purple with internal bruising.
"What terrifying physical strength," Monk Lin muttered, his face alternating between expressions of shock and anger. "This boy’s body is even stronger than mine despite the realm difference!"
Before the monk could properly adjust his stance and recover, Vogue’s appearance suddenly changed dramatically.
His eyes turned completely grey and white, losing all color and warmth. A deathly, silent aura began forming around him like visible grey mist, spreading outward from his eyes with ominous intent.
The mist rapidly swept toward Monk Lin like an incoming tide of fog, covering the distance between them in seconds.
"What the hell is this technique?" Monk Lin frowned deeply, raising one hand and generating a powerful wind with a sweeping gesture. He attempted to disperse the strange mist using the force of the gale.
However, something impossible occurred.
The grey mist seemed to exist partially outside normal space. It passed straight through the wind as though the air currents didn’t exist, completely unaffected by the attempted dispersal. The fog continued advancing and attached itself directly to Monk Lin’s exposed arms.
"Sssssss..."
A horrifying sound like meat being cooked filled the air. In mere moments, the flesh on Monk Lin’s arms began withering and shriveling at a visible rate. The skin turned grey and loose, hanging from the bones. The muscles beneath atrophied and dried up.
"What kind of demonic power is this?!" Monk Lin’s expression changed to genuine horror as he quickly retreated, trying to escape the mist’s range.
He glanced down at his arms in disbelief. Just seconds ago, they had been radiant with golden Buddhist light and full of healthy flesh. Now they looked ancient and desiccated, aged to an extreme degree with bones clearly visible beneath the withered skin.
It was as if these limbs had been instantly drained of countless years of vitality and life force.
Vogue’s voice cut through the chaos, calm and philosophical despite the violence.
"What kind of power this is doesn’t really matter in the end. What truly matters is understanding that life and death form an endless cycle. One cannot exist without the other."
The grey and white silvery aura in Vogue’s eyes suddenly vanished.
His voice became colder. "Power Of Time."
In that instant, blinding white incandescent light erupted from the center of Vogue’s palm, so bright it turned the entire hall into a scene of pure illumination.
"Rumble——!!"
Thunderous roars blasted outward in waves!
Within Vogue’s palm, silver serpents of electricity danced and writhed. Lightning and thunder flashed in chaotic patterns, creating a display that resembled a miniature storm being held in one hand.
Innumerable bolts of lightning wove between his fingers like giant serpents, with endless streams of thunder forming a terrifying electric prison contained entirely within his grasp.
This was a technique Vogue had comprehended during his state of comprehension: Thunder Prison Palm, adapted from his mastery of the Thunder Law.
"BANG!!"
Vogue stepped forward, and space seemed to compress beneath his feet. A thousand feet of distance was reduced to mere inches through his movement technique. He appeared instantly above Monk Lin’s head, looking down at the Half-Step Luminous expert.
He thrust downward with his thunder-wreathed palm, aiming directly for Monk Lin’s skull.
Monk Lin felt every hair on his body stand on end as the overwhelming electrical energy approached. All his pores opened wide in an instinctive terror response.
Without any hesitation, the monk activated his strongest defensive technique. "Longevity Art: Infinite Moon Shield!"
Murky white moonlight appeared in Monk Lin’s hands, which he rapidly brought together. The light spun and condensed, forming a rapidly rotating shield of concentrated energy that resembled a miniature moon.
However, before Vogue’s fist could even complete its descent, something else struck first.
"Thud!!"
Vogue’s mental energy, refined to an incredible degree through his multiple awakenings, transformed into a massive invisible hammer. It smashed directly into Monk Lin’s Sea of Consciousness—the spiritual space where his mind and soul resided.
Monk Lin let out a low, pain-filled groan as the mental attack disrupted his concentration completely. The light shield in his hands instantly shattered without any resistance, the energy dispersing into useless sparkles.
"Damn it! A divine consciousness attack on top of everything else—" Monk Lin tried to speak through the pain.
But before he could finish the sentence, Vogue’s fist had already completed its trajectory.
"BANG!!"
