Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 225: Chapter 29: The Awakening of a True Man

The Iron Fist strike containing the destructive power had reached Well, but the 95’s reflex was not slow and he managed to dodge it in an instant.

Although the equilibrium was extremely severe due to the addition of the extreme shadow, Well’s strong physical body allowed him to resist, forcing a confrontation with the Iron Fist strike.

"Beware, team leader!"

Well appeared behind 95.

"It seems you’ve expended quite a bit of your strength, just to slay one of my servants with that strike."

Compared to 95 and the white mist, the agony they endured was far from the only part of the battle.

Now, as if the two men had always been allies, they could combine their attacks. Going to the gambling table also contributed to the white mist power.

Because of his negative emotions, he could not pair with the white mist, leading to the demise of Difortni Class. In fact, 95 was very much looking forward to this alliance.

The situation had evolved into a partnership between 95 and the white mist, changing the dynamic from a solo fight with Well.

The battle resumed once again.

Fully rejuvenated, Well had returned to his peak form, having consumed enough in the two-tiered ingestion sequence.

"Hahahaha... Satisfied."

If this incident were to spread, it could become a joke for eternity, should there ever be a person who lived forever.

This so-called legend of immortality was nothing more than an unnecessary thing. After all, was there ever anyone who needed eternal life? Such things are utterly meaningless. A succession?

In his eyes, the masses were nothing but his food, mere playthings.

Well already considered himself a god.

"If you are a god, then nothing compares with your strength and your unbounded lifespan, why would people feel guilty for eating other creatures? You don’t understand my actions, but isn’t it natural for a predator at the top of the food chain to feel no confusion over their prey? "

Mocking them with these shockingly illogical statements, he addressed the astonished faces in the crowd.

His wounds had completely healed, and the sight of the blood resurfacing in Well’s eyes immediately put him back into a state of rage.

Even someone as strong hearted as 95 would find this horror repulsive.

Ghouls emerged from the Ghostlike Stone, eagerly tearing into flesh, accompanied by bat-like screeches. freeweɓnøvel.com

He had even thrown a part of Ghostlike Stone’s body back to it after tearing the landlord’s body into two pieces.

Witnessing such rapid healing in 95 was like dealing with Dedan; the wound on Well’s body was surprisingly healing at such an exaggerated speed.

Wang had never seen something like this before at the scene.

Lin, utterly devoid of tenderness, felt a surge of nausea. "He... He is the same person who used to be our teammate... How can he eat..."

This act alone, even though it mortified the crowd and made their skin crawl, they could not deny that the landlord, who had already descended into pure evil, was no longer human.

Reveling in devouring the corpse of the landlord, who had died a violent death, Well began his large, leisurely feast, indulging in a gluttonous consumption of heaven and earth.

He committed an act so chilling it made one’s blood run cold, taking full advantage of his undiminished intellect.

had just been startled by that strike, not because he was reminiscing the death of his own child, but rather, Well had embraced the landlord.

The evil scene unfolding before him was even more malevolent than a demon.

It was like watching a demon take form, this nearly three-meter tall figure.

Well was taller than an average human, having already broken the bounds of humanity... perhaps it was due to the Thespesian connection, but Wang realized that Well still looked human when viewed from this aberrant flesh.

His body started to exhibit some mutations, his excess fat slowly solidified and became real, his flesh rippling into existence, enabling him to withstand the effects of the enraged, almost demonic transformation which was slowly taking effect. Well wasn’t alone in this.

Well was cautious, even when facing formidable opponents like 95 and the white mist.

Suddenly, his body flickered like a shadow, approaching the landlord from the front.

Well seemed to have no concern for such trivialities, not caring for the landlord’s survival.

"If this continues, it will not only reveal my weakness, but my intellect will also greatly degrade," he pondered.

The transformation boosted his physical strength immensely, enhancing his durability, speed, and power. This was indeed the true form of evil wrath.

He must absolutely feel rage. To invoke the furious overdrive state, he had to use Scripture Sequence 76: Unrestrained Fury.

His only need was for rage, not because he had a desire for vengeance due to his own son being killed out of anger.

Seething with rage, he drew out the bone-spiking stab that had pierced through his abdomen, leaving some of it still embedded within.

"You really underestimate me."

Well laughed mockingly, a chilling sound that emerged suddenly while he gazed at the wound on his upper body.

With a flap of his wings, he made a sideward leap, closing the distance to Wind Fist.

But all that Ma Li glimpsed was a fatigued figure brandishing his sword; the white fog wasn’t showing any signs of chaos at this first encounter, but it didn’t mean that Wind Fist had become any stronger. This type of speed was just another level of fast, not only simplifying the original complexity of his movements but also concentrating his power into a single sword strike.

This kind of extreme focus consumed an extraordinary amount of energy.

He needed to maintain an incredible degree of concentration to allow his body to enter a state of complete release. Though Wind Fist had expended considerable strength in a single sword strike,

the precision and control he required for his own body was exceptionally demanding, albeit sounding rather simple when heard. If he could turn one into a hundred, and then a hundred into one, that was really just the method of the number application theory in practice.

This pure combat was a fight for control over his own strength and nothing more.

There was no connection with Wind Fist’s innate powers or his Difortni Class ability; this was something that went beyond just Wind Fist.

It was this "skill" breakthrough that little brother Ghostlike Stone had somehow achieved.

Although Jing had somewhat understood this sword move by now, he saw that Wind Fist’s innate power and Difortni Class ability hadn’t transformed at all.

But the white fog had not seen this sword clear enough.

By the time Wind Fist had already leapt and soared through the air, passing the white fog, his line of sight was no longer obscured by the bloodied moment; instead, there was a searing pain and a sudden alertness due to Well’s violent anger, which resulted from the crippling wound on his arm.

The battle situation would inevitably reverse; all that was needed was to give the crime weapon back to Wind Fist.

But if this were to happen, Well would absolutely have to defeat Wind Fist at his own deadly pace; losing was not an option.

A sudden shout for the White Mist Sword echoed, giving Jing a glimmer of hope, alerting his warrior spirit, as if he could hurl the vile Demonfall at Wind Fist with ferocity.

"White Mist Sword, strike!"

Crying out to White Mist, he willingly discarded his own vile Demonfall as the energy to act had already been restored to Wind Fist; however, it was still his innate power at work.

Both White Mist and Well sustained heavy injuries after one exchange.

Without a method to face Well’s Bone Demonfall form head-on, he was struck by the residual shockwaves of Well’s punch.

Despite White Mist having paid the price, spattering blood from the severed arm as he cut off Well’s wrist with a single swipe of the sword, it was sufficient to sever half of Well’s life.

That single sword had the weight of four heavy strokes.

Responding to his own strike, he was able to force his opponent to attack himself twice without any way to defend, allowing his own movements to be countered without a chance to react.

With a double force,

Well’s arm was cleanly cut off by the strange weapon’s arcing air blade, that seemingly came out of nowhere!

Had this been a critical moment, White Mist could have been severely injured by just this one punch from Well.

After Well’s Demonfall transformation, White Mist was exceptionally strong, certainly not someone Well could afford to underestimate.

Looking at the two of them clashing swords with fearless hearts, Well’s mouth corner bled as he stared wide-eyed.

Greeting Well’s furious punch with a straight face, White Mist slashed out with a single arc of his blade.

He began to wave his original crime weapon, continuing without pause.

White Mist had no intention to pursue, instead, he dodged Lin Haigu’s ferocious pounce as if it were a tiger’s deathly lunge.

At the same time, his body started to react. It wasn’t just this one offensive charge he was recording in his mind; he was beginning to play out each counter-move, involving several actions, all unfolding within his cerebral seascape.

Expecting Well to counter his own offensive burst, White Mist immediately foresaw the withdrawal of the mimic crime weapon.

This made it very difficult to overcome the defenses with a normal advance, due to what had happened this time.

Since it was fundamentally out of character for Lin Haigu to employ such a strange angle attack, given the vast difference in strength and speed, he could rely entirely on brute force to suppress his opponent. With Well’s intelligence greatly reduced under the madness mode, he could only rely on instinct.

"Eyes that are these in telling self oneself, facing the clock of dawn, must necessarily be judged."

"This self of mine is no longer seeking mercy, for once the dawn clock starts its sequence at 7:46, the white mist appears, so much for this kind of warning."

"[It’s too bad, it’s too bad, there’s no progress, I cannot continue providing you with predictions, after all, you’ve imagined every possible defense against his attacks, and you’re well versed in his battle tempo, he is, in reality, unable to act, and is hurrying to kneel and beg for mercy.]"

"He changed his style even more dramatically, thinking of using predictions."

"The white mist would have also been given up long ago, used for nothing more than capturing the gaze of the dawn clock."

"Because the white mist fundamentally cannot capture anything, and so his enormous body starts moving together like lightning, in the usual manner."

"The white mist becomes the targeted assault on the dawn clock, quickly suppressing its unease."

"As it is now, the white mist has already saved ninety-five, only because it saved ninety-five before."

"This alone was merely enough to cause the dawn clock to pause its steps, using the energy emanated from the white mist to brandish Gu Lin Haigu’s nine-headed snake sword instantly in that moment."

"The white mist immediately pulls out several replica primeval weapons without much thought, such has been the first time it’s seen the horde being pressed into such a wolf-like corner, there is no more retaining, for the white mist was originally responsible for restraining the dawn clock."

"This one punch inflicted a severe wound on ninety-five, with the sound of a crushing skull passing through."

"Ninety-five was knocked back several tens of meters by a single, pure punch of destructive power, with no trickery whatsoever."

"Surprisingly, ninety-five’s head, which had sustained the punches of dawn clock, had bent and distorted, that was the one who in those several necessary deaths within the bottom four layers of the Well, had raised their level."

"Ninety-five was powerless against this kind of overwhelming force and speed, no matter how skilled they are in combat."

"The strength of the dawn clock grew increasingly excessive, along with his anger that never seemed to stop rising."

"Ninety-five was still able to dodge the returning blows."

"Dawn clock, fundamentally not caring about the white mist, acted against Ma Li, who was in hot pursuit, fearing that one sword from her."

"Even a straightforward effort of Wind Fist, like a wall barrier falling from heaven in the evil-transformed state of the white mist, would disassemble the dawn clock’s bodily force straight away, merely not to witness the horrific scene of his body on top of the raging dawn clock being imprinted with a wound, a testament to having been surpassed."

"Structural damage began to show, as ultimately, the scene transformed and the towers bore the brunt of surpassing the defined limits of strength."

"The ground bore the marks of every frightening skull-crushing punch of his relentless assault."

"Invisible to the dawn clock as well were the devilish angles and bone-piercing ferocity unleashed by the white mist, ignoring Wang’s advance."

"Although it was only for a brief moment, another limitation was exceeded, engulfing his entire household within. Dawn clock’s strength rose to an even greater extent in every regard, in this super berserk state."

"Rationally, ninety-five should not have been capable of battling the dawn clock at all."

"With every increase in vital strength, all of his other attributes were brought to an extreme balance, whereas for the dawn clock, ninety-five’s speed was not completely inferior, acting within the ultimate shadow, it was his ninth stage."

"Ninety-five focused entirely on speed, with every boost in life force."

"Dawn clock’s fury becoming increasingly vibrant would decimate an entire strength field with it, and were it not so, his strength alone could potentially destroy everything, growing powerfully alongside it."

"And yet... this strike did not bring any sort of real damage to the dawn clock..."

"Except for being a weapon still in existence, responsible for the exchange between Wells five and dawn clock, it came from Black Gold Island, the only one of its external tower strengths, fashioned just to function as one of the seven evils."

"It is merely gnawing on dawn clock’s neck, looking like it is sucking blood like a vampire, fundamentally cannot resist ninety-five... Ghostlike Stone’s original intent is unknown to Wang and ninety-five along with white mist."

"Ninety-five cleanly severing the wings of the Ghostlike Stone with a horizontal sweep of his sharp blade."

"Naturally, a mantis arm when confronted with the original sin weapon is as a bat’s wings behind a stone transformation."

"Yet the transformed stone vampire bat Ghostlike Stone was stopped."

"As ninety-five suddenly felt a kind of imminent threat in his heart, he prepared another sword strike aimed at the dawn clock’s skull."

"He still had life in him, being pierced through his throat and waist, would immediately fall after such a colossal creature reminiscent of an undying behemoth."

"Dawn clock is not dead yet!" White mist frowned.

"Dawn clock screamed a bizarre sentence before the imminent death, because ninety-five’s sword had already pierced through his throat, this sentence was not yet complete."

"Exchange! Accept my offer——"

Seeing that ninety-five’s blade was already aiming for his own throat, dawn clock knew that he would indubitably have to make some sort of action now, or he would definitely not exist anymore in this mere split second.

His life force was urgently rolling back into restoration.

This creature, having lived seven hundred years, was nearly undying, its limbs continued to grow ceaselessly even as they were cut off, devouring the sky and land in its usage.

The scene inside the Difortni Class’s capsule was being excavated, and it looked like this picture of utter desolation.

Only one hand remained, crawling on the ground, at this critical moment of Wang Xu.

These clean cuts had practically decided the victory already, Jing’s two decisive blows had shattered Wang Xu’s resolve.

Another blade of light flashed, cutting off Wang Xu’s right leg; the huge body no longer had a point of support and lost balance in an instant, rendering it a colossal mess.

Another blade of light rose at the knee, severing Wang Xu’s left leg.

"You’re not thinking of running away?"

Fearful that even this single arm would be cut off, allowing Well to feel a sense of self-inflicted recklessness by rashly attacking with a Wind Fist, since Wang Xu realized he was no match for Jing’s evil eyes, perfectly suited for that demonic sword.

One continuous slash after another began to significantly lower Wang Xu’s life force, ripping apart his heart and lungs with a harrowing cry that never ceased.

Blade after blade of coherent light incessantly sliced through the colossal body of Wang Xu.

Similarly wounded, Wang Xu found it difficult to dodge Jing’s cuts; his rage became even more uncontrollable, fueled by the fear of a slow resolution to Jing’s severe wounds, despite the lack of speed being nowhere near the quickness of Wang Xu.

For the first time in this battle, Wang Xu’s face displayed pure fear.

The sound of Wang Xu, resonating with a hellish evilness similar to a land filled with demonic repairs, echoed, "Ready to enter hell already?"

Jing had already leaped into the white mist, taking another white fog with him as he passed by; Wang Xu’s gaze was no longer covered in blood-red just a moment ago.

"You all think about how to return, leave him to me, give me your bracelet."

But the words from Jing, although intended to steady Wang Xu for the very first time, only served to signify that the journey about to depart was possibly the lead-up to an inevitable demise, or so he feared, that it was as if he was exchanging his last words with the group.

White Fog looked towards Jing.

"White Fog."

Lin Haigu said to White Fog, looking at Wang Xu who had not completely fallen into wickedness, steadying himself within an absolute despair.

Death was creeping into every single point of his consciousness, spreading within... Fast approaching the brink of death with his head, and he had the feeling that he could not win this fight no matter what he thought...

No matter how desperate the situation was, it only made his mind clearer, despite constantly reconsidering his strategy out of dire necessity, unable to suppress these thoughts that were taking over his brain.

"It really feels like we’re about to die..."

Was the cost too heavy this time... Wang Xu suddenly felt a tinge of regret, despite enacting justice, and the shadow of death loomed over him.

At this moment, in his mind, many people’s faces flashed past...

Whether it was Ma Li’s strength with no softness or Lin Haigu’s difficulty in standing up, he saw the imposing force from afar, staring at the intimidating aura that was forcing the group into retreat, looking into the emptiness within White Fog.

How much latent strength could one possess to transform into evil, with every one of the twenty second-stage life companions harboring an immeasurable number of conditions for falling into evil?

Wang Xu hid a completely different state within himself; that’s where all those capacities came from.

It wouldn’t be strange if indeed Wang Xu had openly devoured several hundred years’ worth of gluttony, yet he was not on the list of known indulgences.

White Fog finally understood what was going on... He incessantly watched the clauses, unable to dispel the nonstop popping words from his prepared mind.

To become an evil entity and merely think about holding that knife to shred, mutilate, and devour one of his own pale-boned companions was not a good thing, Wang Xu knew that, but he only wanted to transform, casting aside the fact that becoming evil was not essentially a praise-worthy event.

"Hahahaha, you don’t have the capability to grasp evil transformation."

His body was rapidly descending into madness and fury, as Wang Xu roared with a crazed anger.

"But I am Divine, perhaps one of the eight eternal survivors, the strongest worm you’ve ever encountered... In seven hundred years, I would never have thought that someone would push me to such extremes, I certainly never imagined it!"

With that, a whiplash of Wind Fist, combined with a terrifying force that easily blew Jing away like a barrier-breaking storm, emanated an awe-inspiring aura.

Wang Xu’s neck suddenly turned pitch-black, as if his skin hid a certain black smoke inside, comparable to Buddha’s likeness.

He never could have imagined that holding such a powerful weapon in their hands, they would be driven to such a desperate state, and that they might end up as just two people being pressed into this dilemma.

If it wasn’t for the threat of being exiled to mere sustenance and beautiful women, there was a good chance that he wouldn’t have much of an opportunity to return, as the inner tower forces were very likely to encompass and eventually swallow several of his families.

He only wanted to control Wang Family from behind the scenes in this land, meaning there would be no way back up to the tower if he went through with this exchange, and he wasn’t willing to make such a trade, a pact that he inevitably had to honor just because Wang Xu’s life was at stake in the end.