Chapter 155
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Chapter 155: The Limit of Combat Power
Ghost Wind was momentarily dazed before quickly saying, "I swore an oath; rest assured, I won’t attack you."
He still believed Zhang Yang was worried about a sneak attack.
But when he saw Zhang Yang charging forward without hesitation, his expression darkened with fury.
"You insignificant ant! I let you live a little longer, and yet you choose death? With your meager Touching Heaven realm, how dare you stand against me? I intended for you to help me seize the Seven-Treasure Gourd, but since you insist on dying, I will grant your wish!"
"My Seven-Treasure Gourd? Forget it!"
"The inheritance of a saint alone is enough!"
With a furious roar, he lunged forward.
At the fifth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm, even an ordinary expert possessed terrifying strength—let alone a genius.
When Ghost Wind fully unleashed his power, the force he radiated was overwhelming.
The black wind howled as it condensed into his fists, delivering a devastating critical blow.
Zhang Yang’s bloodline boiled, and his fighting spirit surged uncontrollably. He unleashed his full strength to counterattack.
He was acutely aware of the vast gap in their realms.
But he had always fought without hesitation, relying on pure combat instinct. His momentum was just as awe-inspiring.
The external manifestations of the four divine powers roared to life, adding boundless might to his form. He resembled a battle god, striding through thunder, fire, and golden light, with a freezing cold wind howling around him.
Bang!
A clash between an eighth-level Touching Heaven realm cultivator and a fifth-level Ascending to Heaven realm expert—pure absolute power collided.
With a single strike, both men shuddered.
Zhang Yang stumbled back half a step.
Ghost Wind let out a muffled grunt and retreated a full step.
The result stunned them both.
Zhang Yang was exhilarated. He threw his head back and laughed wildly. "The fifth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm—is that all?"
Ghost Wind was horrified.
He was a genius, a standout among the Sky-Devouring Ghost Guard, and a recognized prodigy of the Ghostly Divine Platform. His combat power was widely acknowledged.
And yet, despite his strength and his overwhelming advantage in realm, he had failed to gain the upper hand.
That single clash made him understand why the Ghostly Divine Platform and the Great Xia Empire were so determined to kill Zhang Yang—even prioritizing it over their search for the Phoenix Woman.
"Roar!"
Ghost Wind, both shocked and enraged, howled to the sky. The black wind swirled violently around him as he lunged at Zhang Yang once more, like an ancient malevolent spirit.
"Crushing an unparalleled genius—this is my fortune!"
He held nothing back.
"Defying heaven and slaughtering those at the fifth level of the Ascending to Heaven realm—this excites me!"
Zhang Yang laughed maniacally and launched his attack.
They clashed again.
Bang!
In this fierce duel, their bodies trembled violently, yet neither moved. They gritted their teeth as vast amounts of black wind, golden light, thunder, and flames erupted around them.
Both men were in a frenzy, unleashing a relentless barrage of attacks.
Bang, bang, bang…
In an instant, they exchanged over fifty punches, each strike landing with precision. Neither yielded, pouring every ounce of their strength into the battle.
With each explosive impact, their positions shifted.
On the fifty-sixth punch, Ghost Wind let out a muffled grunt and took a step back.
Zhang Yang remained unchanged, his fierce aura blazing, his fighting spirit burning, and his hair whipping wildly as his fists struck like lightning, giving Ghost Wind no chance to catch his breath. He pressed forward with relentless attacks.
"Ghost Wind, your endurance is lacking."
"A man must have endurance!"
He laughed heartily and delivered another powerful blow.
Ghost Wind felt a mix of shame and anger. He was a fifth-level genius of the Ascending to Heaven realm, yet he couldn’t withstand the onslaught.
What frustrated him even more was that Zhang Yang seemed impervious to fatigue. From the first punch until now, his strength had barely diminished.
His endurance was simply too abnormal.
The real problem was that Zhang Yang’s relentless attacks left him no chance to recover.
Step by step, he advanced.
His fists glowed with radiant energy as the raging Slaughter Thunder Power and Baxiang Divine Fire tore through the black wind, while the terrifying freezing cold disrupted Ghost Wind’s focus, making him increasingly uncomfortable.
Forced onto the defensive, Ghost Wind staggered back under Zhang Yang’s relentless assault.
With each step backward, pain coursed through his body, and he coughed up blood.
With every step forward, Zhang Yang’s momentum grew stronger. Even after such a prolonged fight, the expected exhaustion never set in. On the contrary, he became even more ferocious.
"Fight!"
"Born to battle—even in death, I shall fight! I will become the Battle God!"
For the first time, he cast aside the title of Con Artist in his heart.
He wanted to be the Battle God.
To fight against heaven and earth!
As his battle spirit reached its peak, the golden light of the Diamond Dragon Divine Power, the thunder of the Slaughter Thunder Power, the flames of the Baxiang Power, and the freezing chill of the Ice Spirit Power all surged together into his fists. This punch exploded with far greater might than any before.
Boom!
When he struck, it felt as if the void itself was splitting apart. The overwhelming force tore through the black wind and crashed directly into Ghost Wind’s face.
Ghost Wind’s eyes widened in terror as he screamed, "You weren’t using your full strength from the beginning!"
He instinctively brought his arms together to block.
But now, he was too weak to counterattack.
Crack!
Under Zhang Yang’s devastating blow, Ghost Wind’s arms shattered, and his body was sent flying uncontrollably.
Yet what humiliated him even more was Zhang Yang’s muttering.
"Soul power martial arts techniques provide automatic boosts, but it’s unsatisfying! It’s not a pure soul power burst—it feels weak."
He completely abandoned the golden light, thunder, fire, and freezing cold, instead swinging a raw, unrestrained punch at Ghost Wind once more.
Even without enhancement, the sheer force behind the combination of ten divine powers was overwhelming.
The speed of the Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers allowed Zhang Yang to catch up to Ghost Wind, who was still soaring backward, spewing blood.
As Ghost Wind’s body remained suspended in the air, he stared at Zhang Yang in horror. He couldn’t utter a word or even summon the long spear on his back. All he could do was watch as the next strike descended like thunder, smashing into his chest with a Critical Hit.
Bang!
Ghost Wind heard the chilling sound of his bones cracking and his organs rupturing. Terror filled his face in his final moments, with only one thought echoing in his mind before he died:
How could such a monster exist in this world? Why was he so strong?
The fifth-level genius of the Ascending to Heaven realm—dead!
Zhang Yang’s blood surged with exhilaration, and he threw his head back in a triumphant howl.
At last, he had come to understand the limits of his combat power.
An eighth-level Touching Heaven cultivator crossing six realms to kill a fifth-level Ascending to Heaven genius!
Ghost Wind had truly been a genius.
Yet Zhang Yang had barely exerted himself. He wasn’t even wounded or bleeding.
"If only someone else would come to fight."
"This battle wasn’t enough."
He swung his fists fiercely, making the air crackle with explosive force.
Then, taking a deep breath, he let his wild hair settle and casually picked up Ghost Wind’s storage bag. Without hesitation, he turned toward the seven-treasure gourd vine.
Stepping forward, he entered.
Just like before, the moment he stepped in, the violent Holy Intention contained within the seven-colored soil ignited, unleashing wind, fire, and sword strikes upon him.
Yet instead of harming him, it only intensified his blood, making it boil. His blood energy surged visibly from his skin, but these overwhelming Holy Intentions transformed into nothing more than gentle breezes against him—utterly useless.
"I strongly suspect that entering early has something to do with my bloodline."
"Was my ancestor a supreme immortal?"
"Or was it the influence of that crimson lightning?"
Zhang Yang still couldn’t figure it out.
However, he quickly made his way to the gourd vine.
The vine was mystical. It grew upward on its own, unsupported, before extending sideways as if floating in midair. Seven gourds of different colors swayed back and forth upon it. In a brief moment, Zhang Yang thought he sensed a trace of life energy.
"Just an illusion."
"How could gourds have life?"
He didn’t pick any gourds—they weren’t ripe yet.
Instead, he made a bold decision.
He would pull the entire gourd vine out from the ground.
As he reached for the gourd vine, he suddenly felt something. His gaze swept over the seven-colored soil, the gourd vine, and the seven gourds before he focused his senses on the environment around him.
"What am I rushing for?"
"This place, at this moment—the scenery and the atmosphere—clearly indicate that it’s the perfect spot for cultivation."
"If I use this opportunity to train, I might be able to make another breakthrough."
Currently, he was at Level Eight of the Touching Heaven Realm. If he could break through again, he would soon be able to set his sights on the Ascending to Heaven Realm, allowing him to soar freely across the nine heavens and ten lands.
Without hesitation, he sat down cross-legged. The seven gourds swayed gently above his head, while the seven-colored soil beneath him radiated a dazzling glow.
Cultivate!
