Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 14373 The power of one punch

The power of the punch from his opponent far exceeded Ling Xiao's imagination; that pure and powerful force was like an unshakeable mountain.

His physical strength is definitely above the Great Sun Realm!

This was a terrifyingly powerful expert who specialized in physical cultivation. Ling Xiao was secretly amazed and realized that he had encountered a truly formidable opponent this time.

He stared intently at the middle-aged man, his gaze like two sharp daggers, and said in a resolute tone:

You know her!

"You know her whereabouts!"

The voice carried a hint of urgency and an undeniable firmness.

The middle-aged man, having landed a successful blow, did not pursue further. He simply stood still, coldly watching Ling Xiao, as if he were looking at an insignificant passerby.

His voice was devoid of any emotion, as cold and hard as icicles in the dead of winter.
"This matter is beyond your control!"

"Leave immediately, or you will save your life!"

His words carried an undeniable air of authority.

"She's my sister!"

Ling Xiao slowly straightened up. Despite his numerous wounds, his eyes revealed an indomitable fighting spirit.

He vigorously wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, as if wiping away the fear and hesitation in his heart.

A fighting spirit surged in his eyes, like a raging fire.

"I'm determined to get involved!"

That voice carried a do-or-die determination.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body trembled violently, like an awakened lion launching another attack!
A roar, like a thunderclap, erupted, and the blade light surged, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens.

The blade flashed, carrying an indomitable momentum, as if it wanted to shatter the entire world, and slashed down towards the middle-aged man's head!

A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's deep, unfathomable eyes, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

He seemed to have never expected that Ling Xiao, after suffering a heavy blow and setback, would still dare to take the initiative to attack. Moreover, this time the attack was even more fierce than before, like a beast that had been completely enraged, with a determination to fight to the death.

However, he showed no intention of backing down. Instead, he let out a low growl from deep in his throat, a deep and powerful sound, like the roar of an ancient beast.

In an instant, his blood and qi surged throughout his body, like the mighty Yangtze River, and wherever his blood and qi passed, a faint light flickered beneath his skin.

In an instant, he transformed into a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, radiating a chilling aura.

Without dodging or avoiding, his eyes wide open, filled with determination, he directly used the iron-hard muscles of his shoulders and back to fiercely collide with that incomparably sharp blade light that seemed capable of tearing through space!
"Boom——!"

It was another straightforward, head-on collision, like two enormous stars crashing together.

In an instant, the energy storm raged once more, with howling winds, flying sand and stones, and everything around was turned upside down by this terrifying power.

On the ground, huge cracks spread rapidly like a winding dragon, as if to tear the whole world apart.

This time, Ling Xiao and the middle-aged man retreated simultaneously!

The middle-aged man retreated about a hundred feet before standing firmly on his feet. The ground beneath his feet was cracked with spiderweb-like marks, as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades.

Ling Xiao retreated more than two hundred feet again, his internal energy surging even more violently, as if ferocious wild beasts were rampaging through his body.

Blood welled up from the corner of his mouth again, dripping down his chin and staining the ground red.

After regaining his balance, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His gaze turned cold and sharp, like two gleaming daggers piercing straight at the middle-aged man, and he said coldly:
"I want to see if your soul is as indestructible as your body!"

The voice carried a sense of provocation and determination, as if it wanted to shatter the middle-aged man's soul completely.

Before he finished speaking, the bloodthirsty blade in his hand vanished instantly, as if swallowed by an invisible force.

Instead, a longsword shrouded in chilling killing intent and exuding an eerie aura—the God-Slaying Sword!

The moment this sword appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop considerably, and the chill was so intense that it made people shiver.

Faintly, it seemed as if the cries of wronged souls could be heard, the sound shrill and mournful, as if a summons came from the depths of hell.

Upon seeing this eerie longsword specifically designed to target the soul, the middle-aged man's usually impassive face revealed a distinct look of solemnity for the first time.

His brows were furrowed tightly, like two small hills, and his eyes revealed a hint of vigilance and unease.

He even subconsciously took a half step back, as if the sword in front of him was some kind of terrifying monster.

He said in a deep voice:

"How...how do you have so many divine weapons?"

"There's even something that specifically counters the soul... No... this is a martial soul!"

"You actually possess such a martial spirit!"

The voice carried a hint of disbelief and shock, as if it had witnessed something incredible.

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over Ling Xiao before turning to him and making an absurd request that almost made Ling Xiao laugh in anger:
"What kind of skill is it to rely on the advantage of a martial spirit?"

"We are all martial arts practitioners, so we should compete based on our own true skills."

"How about we have a fair one-on-one fight, without using any of these external aids?"

"That's how you fight—it's exhilarating and you can really see who's better!"

His tone made it sound as if his request was perfectly reasonable.

"Without external tools?"

Ling Xiao almost doubted if there was something wrong with his ears. His face instantly turned black, as if shrouded in a dark cloud.

He stared wide-eyed at the middle-aged man in disbelief and exclaimed:
"Thank you for being able to speak out!"

"Since the beginning of my cultivation, I have been accompanied by my Martial Soul. The Martial Soul is a part of my body and has long been integrated into me, just as naturally as your hands and feet."

"You want me to not use my Martial Soul?"

"Do you expect me to use this frail body to fight against a monster like you who specializes in physical combat?"

"Your request is outrageous! Don't you have any shame?"

Ling Xiao became more and more agitated as he spoke, his chest heaving violently, as if a ball of anger was burning fiercely in his heart.

The middle-aged man seemed to realize that his request was indeed a bit excessive, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

But when he looked again at the God-Slaying Sword, which exuded a chilling killing intent, the fear in his eyes did not diminish at all.

He paused for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons in his mind, and then changed his wording:
"Your martial spirit is indeed extraordinary. The aura it exudes makes me wary, which is unfair."

"In that case, if you do not use this martial spirit, I promise to fight you with only one hand!"

"For me, a powerful expert at the Great Sun Realm, to deal with you with one hand is not considered bullying you."