Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 92 Boneless Battle: Blood Fists vs. Bones
"Your bones will eventually become a part of me."

"But before that, let me see how strong you are, Baroque."

The air in the narrow streets of Whale Grave seemed stagnant, and murderous intent spread between the two men like a substance.

Greg Belog stood there quietly, wearing whale skin armor, his heavy metal mask reflecting the faint light of the street lamp.
The faint blue light in the depths of his eyes slowly floated, like the whisper of the dead sleeping in the deep sea.

Baroque took a deep breath and took half a step forward. He could clearly feel the unsettling aura from the other person.

This was no ordinary enemy, but his former "mentor", the one who had personally taught him how to fight.

"Come on, Baroque."

Gregor slowly shook his shoulders, and a dull cracking sound came from the metal joints, with a foreboding of impending collapse.
"Let me see if you are worthy of living now."

The air suddenly exploded!

Gregor's right arm suddenly stretched out, like a lightning-fast bone spear.
Carrying a suffocating chill, it instantly pierced through the darkness and pierced Baroque's chest.

too fast!
Baroque had no time to think and instinctively crossed his arms to block the attack.

The violent impact force pierced through his flesh and blood along the bone spear, forcing him to retreat repeatedly. A deep crack was dragged out on the ground under his feet, and gravel was scattered everywhere.

"Damn it..." Baroque gritted his teeth, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

However, before he could catch his breath, Gregor's attack came like a storm!

The sharp bone spears drew eerie white tracks in the air, and each strike had astonishing penetrating power.

It seems to be able to accurately capture all the flaws of Baroque.

In the streets, the sounds of whooshing through the air merged into one, and the shadows of white bones drew strange arcs in the darkness, and each attack was so fast that it was almost unpredictable.

Baroque dodged desperately, blocking with his arms, but every time he touched the white bone spear,

His skin was cut, and several hideous bloody marks instantly appeared on his arms.

"It's hard to guard against..." Ian frowned and clenched his swords. He rarely saw Baroque being forced into such an embarrassing situation.

Gregor's fighting style is completely different from that of the warrior mentor in the past.

His attack style became strange and unpredictable. The bone spear danced without any rules, but was as accurate as the scythe of the god of death.

Every move he made was seamless, as if he had already understood all of Baroque's defensive habits.

This is not a combat skill, but an inhuman instinct that surpasses ordinary people!

The bone spear attacked again, and this time, Baroque failed to avoid it completely. The bone spear pierced his shoulder, and blood flowed out through the cracks in his muscles.

Ian's eyes changed slightly, and he took a step forward, about to rush forward, but was stopped by Baroque's big hand.

"Don't, Ian." Baroque's voice was filled with heavy breathing, but the fighting spirit on his face became more and more intense.

He took a deep breath and smiled a maniacal grin. "It's okay... We're just warming up, right, Captain?"

"Oh, as expected, you still look like you don't know how to live or die." Gregor sneered, the bone spear shook slightly, and it was pulled out suddenly, leaving a trail of blood.

Baroque staggered, his wound aching slightly, but his body suddenly released a violent aura.

His mysterious power was activated!
The wounds pierced by the bone spears, the flesh and blood seemed to be rapidly reshaped under the urging of some invisible force,

The muscle fibers squirmed frantically to stitch the wound, and even the cut tendons healed instantly.

His body swelled, his muscles bulged inch by inch, and the outline of his bones emerged from his flesh and blood. He looked like a god of war crawling out of hell.

He clenched his fists, and mysterious dark lines appeared under his skin. He said in a deep voice, "Don't you want to see how strong I am?"

The next second, he stomped on the ground, and the entire ground cracked, and the stone slabs shattered and flew.
The fist was packed with tremendous force, smashing into Gregor's chest like a falling meteorite!

Gregor crossed his arms, and his bones suddenly grew, forming a thick bone shield in front of him!

The fist collided with the bone shield, causing a surge of air and a deafening sound!
The bone shield shattered inch by inch, and the terrifying impact penetrated Gregor's body.

His body was violently shaken back several steps, and the stone slabs beneath his feet cracked into spiderweb-like cracks. Gregor raised an eyebrow slightly, looking down at his shattered bone armor, a hint of excitement on his face.

"Not bad...you have indeed made progress." He twisted his neck slightly, and his bones made a slight crackling sound.

"But..." The corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a dangerous arc, "My bones will not break."

The broken bone armor grew again in an instant!
The broken bones spread rapidly like vines and recovered in an instant.

It is even thicker than before, with a faint metallic luster.

Baroque's pupils shrank slightly and his heart sank.

Gregor looked at him, his lips curled up slightly with a hint of teasing. "Surprised? Aren't you surprised too? You restored your flesh and blood, while I... reshaped my bones."

The battle between the two turned into a real war of attrition.

Each of Baroque's punches was enough to shatter Gregor's defense, but the opponent's bones recovered so quickly that he had almost no chance to take advantage.

Every time Gregor's bone spear pierced Baroque's body, the latter could heal quickly, even every time he was injured,

His mysterious powers will further strengthen his physique and increase his combat effectiveness.

They were like two wild beasts, constantly biting, destroying and reshaping each other, and the battle fell into an endless vicious circle!

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the streets were filled with broken stone slabs and splattered blood.
And the two of them still stood there, panting, looking at each other, with the same fanaticism burning in their eyes.

Baroque's fists were clenched, colliding with Gregor's bone spear, and they were deadlocked on the ruined street.

Both of them were panting, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the ground was already covered with broken stone slabs and remaining traces of battle.

Gregor narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a ferocious smile. His voice was low but filled with crazy excitement: "Not bad, very good! Baroque... You are even stronger than before!"

Baroque did not respond, his eyes were as steady as a rock. He could sense some hint in Gregor's words.
It was neither praise nor a simple provocation, but a kind of...preview.

"But..." Gregor tilted his head slightly, his dark blue eyes flickering in the shadows.
He uttered slowly and meaningfully: "It's too narrow here."

Baroque frowned slightly, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but at that moment, Gregor's mouth corners slightly raised,

The voice echoed in my ears like a low tide: "It doesn't matter... Everyone who boards the Whale Grave will eventually go to the same place."

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, the bone patterns in his palm flickered slightly, and an invisible sense of oppression swept over him.

The onlookers retreated one after another. Under the irresistible pressure, the entire street was suddenly cleared, leaving only Baroque and Ian standing among the ruins.

Gregor slowly retreated, his figure gradually disappearing into the shadows at the end of the street.

Only those dark blue eyes remained on Baroque, like the last hunter, hunting his final prey.

His voice came faintly, with a hint of teasing and creepy excitement: "See you in the death arena, Sailor Baroque."

His figure completely disappeared, as if he had never existed.

Baroque stood there, took a deep breath, and his eyes were complicated.

His fists slowly clenched, his blood still boiling, but more of a heavy foreboding that made it hard for him to breathe.

"Ian..." His voice was slightly hoarse.

Ian slowly sheathed his two swords and frowned at him: "What?"

Baroque was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked across the broken streets.
Falling into the endless darkness of the Whale Grave, he whispered, "...I remember now."

Ian's pupils shrank slightly. He was about to ask more questions, but Baroque did not continue to explain.
He just stood there, looking solemnly towards the deepest part of the Whale Tomb.

There, the shadow of the death arena seemed to have opened its huge mouth, waiting for them.

The secrets of the Whale Tomb seem endless, and the real purgatory... has just begun.

(End of this chapter)