Chapter 424
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Chapter 424: Invincible
After the dust settled, a young girl dressed in black with white hair stood amid the ruins, her expression solemn and serious.
It was Mu Ling.
“Fortunately…” she murmured, gripping the handle of her blade tightly.
The Savior had already exposed the identities of the Babel Tower members’ families and friends, ensuring their safety. They were all relocated to a secret compartment in Night Union, The Ring City, where “Cybertyrant” and a group of Omnic would look after them.
Sure enough, the attack had arrived.
Mu Ling had just received a message from the Savior during the meeting, learning that her family’s residence had been destroyed. She was shocked and furious. Now, teleported back to the scene, she faced complete devastation.
“I cannot forgive…” she muttered, her voice darkening.
This place was where she had grown up, where generations of the Mu family, the crime-hunters, had lived, trained, and eventually rested. It held cherished memories of the past.
But now, it was gone.
They would never come back.
Mu Ling took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. She let out a fierce roar.
“Come!”
In a special space, the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man crossed his arms, calm and composed, preparing for battle.
“Let me go,” he said.
The masked woman hesitated before speaking quickly, “That wouldn’t be wise. If you step out now, the Babel Tower might immediately attack you.”
“I don’t mind,” he replied, shaking his head.
“Let them come,” he said with quiet confidence.
The group exchanged glances. Yuling thought this person might be powerful, but perhaps too overconfident. Babel Tower was not to be trifled with.
After a brief moment, the masked woman nodded and smiled. “You’re amazing… But I still need to remind you, I can bring you back in two seconds if needed.”
“Okay,” the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man replied, his voice deep.
Without another word, the masked woman began manipulating the space around her. The shimmering halo between dimensions grew larger, and soon the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man stepped forward, emerging into the world, facing Mu Ling standing at the Mu family’s protective barrier.
Mu Ling immediately asked, “Is it you?”
The Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man crossed his arms, his expression unchanged. “It’s me.”
Mu Ling said nothing more. Words were pointless now. The truth had been revealed, and she needed to make up her mind.
NightFall!
In an instant, the power within Mu Ling surged. The sky darkened, her senses sharpened, and her healing ability increased dramatically.
The Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man, calling himself “Victor,” remained calm, watching her. His arms still crossed, he stayed silent, as though victory was inevitable.
Mu Ling’s attack came next—an ability that had defeated countless formidable foes in the past.
Deep Blue World.
The world around them shifted to a deep blue, freezing both people and objects in time.
Mu Ling moved through the frozen world, her new weapon, the “Flame of Light,” in hand. She swung the weapon with all her might.
The divinely enhanced blade, capable of shattering the innate “aura” of mighty beings, was meant to challenge powerful adversaries like the Apocalypse.
Mu Ling struck with all her strength.
But as the blade passed through the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man, it left no mark, as though they existed in different realms.
The Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man remained still, but Mu Ling sensed a strange stagnation in time.
What kind of power is this?
In a world where extraordinary abilities were common, Mu Ling had faced many strong opponents, but she had never believed she could be defeated.
No matter how powerful an ability might be, there was always a solution. True invincibility didn’t exist.
Time resumed.
Bang!
Mu Ling’s eyes widened as an immense external force struck her body, completely overwhelming her.
What is happening?
Even though she hadn’t seen him attack, why was she suddenly hit?
“What kind of attack speed is this?” she wondered aloud.
“Zero frames?” she whispered in disbelief.
A tremendous burst of power erupted!
Bang!
Mu Ling was sent flying, her body soaring high, leaving a gaping, grotesque wound in her abdomen. Yet, within moments, the wound began to heal rapidly.
“What’s going on?” Mu Ling pondered through the pain.
What is his power?
She saw the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man still standing motionless.
If NightFall hadn’t activated earlier, relying only on her Blood of Darkness for healing would have been insufficient, and the battle could have cost her dearly.
Suddenly, the ground cracked beneath her, and the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man soared upward like a bullet, charging at her.
A fist came toward her face.
They switched places.
In the next moment, Mu Ling had hidden herself in the dimension of darkness.
Bam!
In the dark dimension, Mu Ling was once again struck.
Can you still keep fighting?
Mu Ling, severely injured, quickly returned to reality.
“Your healing ability is impressive,” the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man remarked, noticing her flesh regenerating.
“So, let’s see how long you can endure.”
He launched a relentless attack.
Deep Blue World!
Mu Ling’s eyes widened as time froze again. She dodged the incoming attack, swinging the flames in her hand towards her opponent.
But once again, it was ineffective.
She quickly distanced herself by hundreds of meters, ensuring that once time resumed, he wouldn’t strike her.
“Are they far enough away? Will everything be okay now?”
Time resumed.
Bang, bang, bang!
A powerful force pierced her body, and Mu Ling was thrown violently, crashing into the barrier, severely injured.
“Why? I didn’t even get hit, why am I still taking damage?” Mu Ling wondered, her face confused and distant.
Every attack from her opponent seemed unavoidable, while her own counterattacks were utterly ineffective. In an instant, she was on the brink of losing consciousness, her body nearly at its healing limit.
Is this person really invincible?
“I can’t hold on much longer.”
Then, Mu Ling’s clothes transformed, flames erupted around her, and the surrounding air became an inferno.
Under Bai Yan’s control, she embraced new possibilities!
The body of a phoenix.
Her nearly shattered body healed in an instant. Mu Ling, now resembling a phoenix, soared into the sky, her flaming wings covering the heavens.
She waved her arms, and the flames surged forward, consuming the barrier like an ocean. The intense heat could annihilate countless beings.
Yet, to her shock, the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man moved freely within the flames, his body untouched.
What is this?
Mu Ling’s disbelief only deepened, but she still held onto the belief that no transcendents in this world were truly invincible. There had to be a way to overcome them.
“To figure out why he can ignore my attacks.”
Despite her determination, Mu Ling couldn’t decipher his power just yet.
But she wouldn’t give up.
The Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man was powerful, but he had a fatal flaw. His attacks might seem strong, but they couldn’t kill Mu Ling in her Phoenix Body form.
Though his strength was formidable, for Mu Ling, who had the Phoenix Body, it was more than enough to withstand.
The Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man stayed calm.
“I don’t believe your healing ability is infinite.”
Mu Ling, however, had worries of her own. Her recovery ability was nearly indestructible, but constant one-sided punishment was draining.
Then, a surge of black flames suddenly erupted into the sky.
It burned away her phoenix flames and scorched the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man’s right hand, the first injury he had sustained in the battle.
“Huh?”
“The Fire that Burns Everything!”
He paused, recognizing the power.
The person responsible wasn’t Alan, but Profligate Bai Yan, who had appeared unnoticed.
Bai Yan, standing in the sea of flames, looked at the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man, unease flickering in his eyes.
Seeing Mu Ling hurt like this stirred something in him.
Bai Yan had once been indifferent to the pain of others, but now, he hesitated.
“Pull me away.”
The Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man, battered and scorched, looked at Bai Yan and sighed.
“This is no longer a duel.”
He severed his right wrist, his palm still burning with black flames, falling to the ground.
“Do you want to leave like this?” Bai Yan raised an eyebrow, his intent clear.
Time, stand still!
In a frozen world, Bai Yan formed numerous black flames, surrounding the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man entirely.
Time resumed.
Ahhh!
The flames enveloped him.
Beneath the inferno, the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man screamed in pain but didn’t perish immediately. Instead, a green light surrounded him, preserving his life.
“I will kill you!” he shouted, filled with rage and malice.
Then, preparing for one last attack, he threw a punch at Bai Yan from a distance.
Bai Yan remained calm, unfazed.
A glowing halo appeared, connecting the spaces.
In the next instant, the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man was gone.
“He ran away,” Bai Yan remarked, shaking his head with a sigh.
He was fast—despite his earlier threats.
Bai Yan walked towards the recently healed Mu Ling, his calm expression softening.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Mu Ling replied, shaking her head. “In this form, I’m nearly immortal.”
She looked at Bai Yan with gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Profligate.”
“You’re welcome,” he said with a subtle smile. “Helping our own kind is the right thing to do.”
“That person was quite tricky,” the Dragon-Striped Iron Mask Man murmured, sitting in a chair, restored to full health.
Even his clothes had been repaired. But despite his health, he was still troubled.
“Even I would have to pay a price to kill him,” he added, realizing that the battle had revealed important truths.
He had only exchanged a few blows, but had learned much about his opponent.
“He hasn’t yet reached Apocalypse,” the bald scientist noted.
The dragon-striped iron mask man nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ve heard of this person,” the bald scientist added. “They call him ‘Profligate,’ and he’s said to be the strongest member of Babel Tower.”
The room grew serious.
Profligate—the name carried immense weight. Since the Doomsday Crisis, Babel Tower had risen to prominence, and Profligate had become its most talked-about member.
His abilities were said to be all-encompassing.
A new prophecy arrived, startling everyone.
The Steel Throne’s message
rang through their minds.
The prophecy spoke of the
Black Eagle Seal and its
hidden location. The key to
finding it lay within a
reincarnated soul in Tatsumi
City, and the search for this
individual would begin soon.
But who was this soul?
The prophecy provided a list of
over a thousand suspects—
people with fluctuating soul
patterns residing in Tatsumi
City.
The hunt was about to begin.
The bald scientist smiled.
“Next, we begin the contest of
elimination.”
Yuling looked uneasy, her voice
trembling, “Are we really going
to kill over a thousand
innocent people?”
The masked woman answered
calmly, “It’s a necessary
sacrifice. If we don’t act,
countless more will die when
the world is destroyed.”
Yuling was torn, her heart
heavy with indecision.
But the others were already
focused, ready for the hunt.
The masked woman clapped
her hands. A glowing halo
appeared, leading the way to
Tatsumi City.
“Let the hunting begin.”
