Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!-Chapter 1735: Wu Lieng’s Battle

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The Daughter of the Iron Fist Sect was resilient and stood up quickly. Her Aura surged, empowering her as her Martial Soul clashed against him. Arthur responded with his own, the Knight of Light and Darkness overflowing with immense quantities of Yin and Yang Ki, shocking the female Immortal.

Their clash appeared to be at a stalemate, but Arthur combined techniques from various sects: Blazing Ki Swords from the Sunlight Mountain, Mithril Fists from the Iron Fist Sect, White Mist Serpents from the White Mist Sect, Glacial Dragon Fangs from the Glacial Mountain, and Hundred Poison Fogs from the Poison Sect.

The sheer number of techniques was not used mindlessly. Arthur moved majestically, combining them with brand-new variations and effects on the spot: Venomous Ice Dragon Fangs, Freezing Flame Ki Blades, Phantasmal Iron Bone Fists, Blood Mist Falcon Flight, and more.

"W-What sort of talent are you?!"

"..."

Arthur remained silent throughout the battle, overwhelming the younger sister until her Martial Soul collapsed. With a powerful thrust from his spear, she fell, her entire body riddled with bleeding wounds.

It was shocking. Lucifer and Arthur won in less than five minutes. The two children of the Iron Fist Sect Master were knocked out and left at death’s door.

The only battle still raging, due to the vast disparity in power levels, was that of Wu Lieng against the Sect Master.

"Despite looking so old, you move with the grace of a bird, old man!"

The Sect Master smiled lightly as he unleashed a barrage of punches. His Aura erupted with power, amplifying the range of his attacks a hundredfold.

Wu Lieng’s eyes widened as he saw hundreds of punches raining down from above, resembling meteors made of silver-colored Ki.

"I admire your courage, but is running away the only thing you can achieve? Are you sure this is a fair match for you?"

"Don’t speak nonsense. If not me, then who?"

Wu Lieng’s eyes glowed bright red, resembling the eyes of a dragon.

His Aura surged as the dragon-shaped heavenly demon shadow suddenly fused into his body.

Using the Dream Soul Sphere principle...

FLUOSH!

Wu Lieng merged with his own Dream Spirit. Red tattoos of dragons appeared across his muscular upper body.

A boost of Draconic Power surged through him. The old man leaped, avoiding dozens of attacks before reaching the Sect Master’s back.

"You’re fast but is that all?!"

The Iron Fist Sect Master roared. His Martial Soul, resembling a muscular giant with eight arms made entirely of metal, bellowed. Punches rained down alongside the Martial Soul, unleashing devastating shockwaves of immense power.

Yet Wu Lieng evaded them, moving rapidly like a dragon soaring through the skies. Everyone was shocked that he was holding his own for so long. His disciples and even Little Black opened their mouths wide.

"S-Since when was he so strong?!"

"What technique did he just use?!"

"He turned the Heavenly Demon Shadow into a dragon and then fused with it?!"

"T-This is...!" Kim Hua muttered. "Master, you’re still... upholding the pride of the Blood Demon Sect!"

"Mereow!!!" Little Black cheered for the old man, raising his paws and urging him to persevere.

In this moment, Wu Lieng was showing the world that he was no longer the old man they could trample upon.

"Father, watch your son rise!"

With a roar, his Aura erupted like a raging dragon.

The Iron Fist Immortal spun his body. His Martial Soul swung its titanic metallic fists.

He seemed like an overwhelming wall, impossible to overcome.

And yet...

"{Heavenly Demonic Dragon Arts}: {Heaven-Splitting Roar}!!!"

RUMBLE!

A mighty dragon roar echoed. The Immortal groaned. The intensity of the roar shook the entire bubble. His Martial Soul, a mere ethereal materialization, trembled in fear.

It was afraid of the dragon—the Martial Soul of the Heavenly Demon.

"W-What is this roar?! Nngh?! No...! I am not going to lose!"

The Iron Fist Immortal roared back. His Aura surged and overwhelmed Wu Lieng. His fists descended, punching the old man’s face downward.

BOOOM!

"Nngh...!"

However, the old man was not thrown away by the explosive punch. Spitting out the teeth he had lost, he grabbed the Iron Fist Immortal’s arm.

His hand displayed an accumulation of dragon tattoos. Red, ethereal scales grew across it, and his fingers briefly transformed into the claw of the Heavenly Demonic Dragon.

"{Heavenly Demonic Dragon Arts}: {World-Bending Claw}!!!"

CRACK!

"GAAAAAHHHH!"

The Iron Fist Immortal screamed in pain as his hand broke instantly, twisted the wrong way. He yanked it back.

But Wu Lieng had not released his grip, pulling himself closer.

His other hand gathered Dream Ki.

A Dream Soul Sphere.

No...

All nine of them.

"Ngh?!"

He drove them straight into the Iron Fist Immortal’s face.

BOOOMMM!!!

"Unnggh?! Aaaahhh!"

The Iron Fist Immortal experienced for the first time what it felt like to be struck by Dream Soul Spheres. His entire soul trembled with intense pain, and his face burned with phantasmal flames.

However.

"RAAAAHHHH!"

His Martial Soul manifested once more, this time wrapping around his body and turning into powerful armor. It fused with his skin, transforming him into a gigantic metal man.

"{Absolute Immortal Steel Titan Physique}!"

Six more arms sprouted from his body, pummeling Wu Lieng’s entire frame. The old man could not evade in time. He was driven to the ground, bones cracking as he vomited blood.

"Uuugh!"

He crashed onto the transparent floor of the Void Dimension, vomiting another mouthful of blood. He clutched his stomach in agony and glared at the Iron Fist Immortal with one swollen, bleeding eye.

"You did well, Wu Lieng. You surprised me!" the Iron Fist Immortal said. "But without the strength to back up your techniques, you’re still not there yet. Surrender now, or I’ll kill you."

"Heh... you never gave that option to my kids, did you?!" Wu Lieng asked, spitting out another blood-covered tooth. The Iron Fist Immortal’s face suddenly filled with guilt, grief, and anger.

"I HAD NO OPTION!!!"

He charged furiously toward the old man. Everyone closed their eyes, expecting the worst

But Wu Lieng’s disciples kept theirs open.

So did Maria and the rest of her sect and family.

The old man stood up, tattered and broken.

His Aura surged.

Nine Dream Soul Spheres rotated around his body.

His fists glowed with phantasmal flames.

And from his feet...

ZAP!

Lightning surged.

At that moment, Wu Lieng remembered his father’s words.

"Perseverance! Determination! Will! These three ingredients are what make a strong man! No matter their origin, no matter the cultivation level, no matter the martial arts understanding. Wu Lieng! As long as you always hold these three principles in your heart... I am sure that one day, you will surpass your old man!"

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