Chapter 114: Chapter 112: To Determine the Victor and Decide Life and Death

"You alone?" The Wolf Fang Sect youth sneered dismissively.

Liu Hui was only at the Refining God Ninth Heaven Realm, not even a Half-Step Purity Realm cultivator. The youth didn’t give him a second thought.

"Talk is cheap. Do you dare to fight?" Liu Hui stared daggers at the Wolf Fang Sect youth, his eyes practically shooting fire.

The Wolf Fang Sect youth laughed loudly. "Why wouldn’t I dare? I’m just afraid you can’t afford to lose!"

"Can’t afford to lose?" Liu Hui’s draconic pride was provoked. He said coldly, "Survive one punch from me, then we’ll talk."

ROAR!

A sonorous dragon’s roar echoed through the main peak’s grand hall. Liu Hui began his Dragon Transformation. Tiny, pale-gold scales covered his entire body, and his arms swelled, morphing into Dragon Claws.

On his forehead, two small, sharp horns protruded, one on the left and one on the right. A vast, primordial aura radiated from him.

Not only were Zhang Shao and his group startled by Liu Hui’s transformation, but even on the Void Sect’s side, the high-ranking members led by Yun Xuzi were completely dumbfounded.

’Is that... a dragon?!’

Liu Hui hadn’t bothered to wear the concealing armor refined for him by the Secret Realm Powerhouse, instead revealing his true form.

The sheer visual and psychological shock of it left the Wolf Fang Sect youth frozen in place.

"Kill!"

Liu Hui’s figure blurred, moving as fast as lightning as he threw a punch.

The Wolf Fang Sect youth reacted quickly, kicking Jin Sanpang aside and raising his own fist to meet the attack.

"Let’s see what a puny Refining God Ninth Heaven cultivator like you can do! Get down!"

Although Liu Hui’s appearance and the dragon’s roar were intimidating, the youth was fearless. He had his own source of confidence, and besides, he didn’t believe for a second that Liu Hui had any real connection to the Dragon Race.

The two figures collided, fists meeting with a deafening crash.

The Wolf Fang Sect youth, who had been invincible after defeating four Void Sect disciples in a row, found his victorious streak cut short.

The moment he clashed with Liu Hui, he knew he had been mistaken.

After entering Human-Beast Unity, his physique was greatly enhanced and he had gained Domain Power. His overall strength was equivalent to an ordinary Mid-stage Purity Realm expert.

He had assumed Liu Hui would be no match for him, but that was far from the truth.

Liu Hui’s Dragon Claw was as hard as a meteorite from beyond the heavens, and its power was astonishing.

BOOM!

The youth felt an irresistible force surge through his arm, numbing half his body and nearly shattering his Human-Beast Unity state.

The five fingers of his punching hand were now a bloody mess, trembling violently.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The youth’s face flushed red as he stumbled back more than ten steps. Each step shattered the ground beneath his feet before he finally managed to regain his balance.

Looking at Liu Hui, he had also been sent flying back, but he had steadied himself after only three steps.

The difference was immediately obvious.

"Nice one!"

Seeing this, the Void Sect members couldn’t help but cheer. The pent-up frustration they had been suppressing could finally be released.

"Not bad. You took a punch from me without falling. No wonder those weaklings didn’t dare to fight you," Liu Hui said with a light chuckle, rotating his sore arm.

Although that last punch had knocked back the Wolf Fang Sect youth, he hadn’t come out of it unscathed either.

Even with his Dragon Transformation Divine Technique and the Dragon Qi Domain, his cultivation Realm was still several tiers lower.

"Don’t talk to me like you’ve already won. You haven’t!" the Wolf Fang Sect youth said, his expression grim. He had shed his contemptuous attitude.

"If you’re not convinced, then come at me again. Today, we’re not just settling who’s stronger, we’re settling this for life or death!"

Liu Hui channeled the Dragon Energy in his body, and a pale-gold light instantly enveloped him, his aura surging to a new level.

The Wolf Fang Sect youth felt the Beast Pet merged with him grow panicked and timid, and his face instantly darkened.

’Could it be... he really has Dragon Race blood in him? How is that possible!’

It wasn’t just the youth. Beside him, Zhang Shao’s expression was also grim.

He never would have expected the Void Sect to have such a prodigy.

"Kill!"

Before the youth could think any further, Liu Hui charged in for the kill again.

"I’ll go all out!" The youth gritted his teeth, thrust a beastly claw into his own chest, and squeezed out a drop of heart’s blood, smearing it on the center of his forehead.

An acrid, bloody stench emanated from him. His eyes turned blood-red as his humanity was gradually replaced by bestiality, leaving him crazed, bloodthirsty, and devoid of reason.

"Be careful! That’s the Wolf Fang Sect’s life-risking Secret Technique! His power will be amplified threefold, and he’ll lose his sense of pain, becoming fearless in the face of death!" Yun Xuzi hurriedly shouted a warning.

The Wolf Fang Sect’s signature Beast Soldiers were created using a similar principle, forged into terrifying half-human, half-beast creatures with a Secret Technique.

ROAR!

The youth let out a beast-like roar, bent over onto all fours, and shot forward like an arrow released from its bow to meet Liu Hui’s charge.

BANG!

SCHLICK!

When two foes meet on a narrow path, the braver one prevails. But what happens when the brave one meets a senseless, unfeeling Death Warrior?

They both threw a punch at the same time, and both landed.

The youth’s massive fist smashed into Liu Hui’s shoulder, collapsing and breaking it. Dragon Scales scattered, and the blow nearly tore his entire arm off.

Liu Hui’s other hand instantly transformed into a Dragon Claw and pierced through the youth’s abdomen.

The frenzied youth seemed not to notice. After landing one punch, he immediately threw another, even lowering his head to bite at Liu Hui’s with his gaping, bloody maw.

Back in the day, Liu Hui had spent years roaming deep mountains and old forests in search of the Blood Spirit Flower to cure his Innate Weaknesses. He had faced countless dangers, gaining combat experience that even Mo Qi would have to concede was superior.

Seeing the youth attack wildly like a mad dog, Liu Hui grit his teeth against the searing pain in his shoulder, ducked his head, and dropped low to evade the punch.

Then, he slid across the floor like a slippery fish, passed between the youth’s legs, and delivered a dynasty-ending kick right to his family jewels.

CRACK!

The sound of something shattering.

Every man present gasped, a phantom chill running down their groins.

However, the youth merely staggered forward two steps before turning around and lunging at Liu Hui again.

’Damn it, that did nothing? Does he really not feel pain?’ Liu Hui cursed inwardly. ’Fine then. Let’s see if you can still move after I rip your head off!’

Liu Hui coiled his body, kicked off the ground, and deliberately charged into the youth’s attack range.

With red eyes, the youth raised both arms high and brought them crashing down toward Liu Hui.

If that blow landed, even with the protection of his Dragon Scales, Liu Hui would be severely injured, if not killed outright.

’Now!’

A glint flashed in Liu Hui’s eyes. He suddenly accelerated, and before the youth’s arms could fall, he grabbed his leg and heaved with all his might.

BOOM!

Thrown off balance, the youth was flipped onto the ground. He struggled to get back up.

Just then, a draconic arm pierced through the back of his neck from behind. Sharp Dragon Claws latched onto his cervical spine and gave a savage yank.

SNAP!

Liu Hui brutally ripped out the youth’s head, the entire spinal column still attached. Blood and viscera splattered across the floor.

The once-arrogant Wolf Fang Sect youth was dead!

The entire hall fell deathly silent.

Neither the Void Sect nor the Wolf Fang Sect had ever imagined the battle would end in such a bloody fashion.

"You want to risk your life against me? When I was fighting for my life, you were still shitting your pants in the Wolf Fang Sect!"

Liu Hui tossed the youth’s head in front of Zhang Shao. Then, he grabbed his own broken shoulder, shoved it upwards with force, and twisted it a few times until it was set.

CREAK! CRUNCH!

The sound of bone grinding against bone was enough to set one’s teeth on edge, yet Liu Hui’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had just done something utterly trivial.