Chapter 1091
Chapter 1091 - 177: Go Big
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"My turn, draw a card... okay, okay, no more clichés. My slap packs at least three months’ worth of effort, can you handle that?"
The young man smiled, muttering nonsense, yet his attack was ruthlessly efficient.
He started the battle with a bang.
The ground trembled as the massive "slap" descended from the sky, artificially creating an earthquake.
It was an arm made of white bone as pure as White Jade, modeled after a human right arm, but now it mirrored Lu Ping’an’s every move.
A fingertip touch, a smile, a Vajra’s fierce gaze.
The phantom of Buddha occasionally visible behind the young man, and the constrained Evil God swung its heavy palm once more.
This time, it was a clash between a metal body and bone, but the one to crack and break was the seemingly invincible little golden figure.
"How is this possible!!"
Li Fan’s expression, previously as firm as a mountain, showed signs of unrest and even panic for the first time.
His Vajra body was actually losing to what seemed like a big and brittle ordinary bone...
"...not ordinary at all, not in the slightest. This is Divine Bones, the true remains of a deceased god."
Lu Ping’an calmly unveiled the truth, taking a keen interest in observing how his opponent would react.
The massive illusory bone floated mid-air, quasi-visible, and the half skeletal god-demon figure behind it continued to sport a half flesh, half-bone face—the flesh was smiling while the bone glared, a split eeriness.
"It? I call it ’Binding soul, Bone Bodhisattva.’ Truth be told, I never imagined my fourth-tier Fighter class combining so well with the Tamer series..."
The "mimicry target" for this soul binding was a god-demon that Lu Ping’an had once encountered, a shadow of illusion... yet from a different perspective, it was indeed the life he was trying to create.
Its quasi-visible nature, like a phantom, was because Lu Ping’an didn’t yet have the power to construct it fully.
But now, just by constructing a "limb" and letting Soul Binding control this "limb," he had showcased the full potential of his new occupational traits...
"Have you heard of the third-tier Tamer, Pale Hand? This is a ’Bone Master’ trait I developed based on that, a fourth-tier profession, I name it..."
Clearly, Li Fan had no interest in listening to Lu Ping’an’s "commentary."
He roared in anger, golden light flashing around him, then suddenly transformed into a thunderbolt, charging head-on.
And Lu Ping’an, with one hand in prayer and the other withdrawing, looked on with sympathy at the poor soul smacked into the ground.
"...Sinbone Painter."
The composed Lu Ping’an retracted his arm; his "imagination" had constructed the blueprint, which created "Soul Binding," the soul binding controlled the bone, and the bone...
"...constituted life."
The skeletal hand seemed to slowly tighten its grip, mirroring Lu Ping’an’s own motion of squeezing the Death God’s noose.
And as Lu Ping’an’s "Life Force" was expended, the illusory limb began to take on reality, with flesh faintly budding on the bone... upon the white bone, flesh was resurging!
"How is this possible!!"
The more experienced the onlooker, the more shocking the current spectacle.
If the earlier battle scene could still be understood, then this transformation of "inanimate" to "living" form was not something that those of the Decree-level... no, even the Rule-level could possess!
"Aaaaahhhh!!!"
The Saint in the forest was covered in cracks; the simple yet terrifying "Power" pressured him, making him feel as if he were being compressed and ground by a higher-dimensional entity.
Unable to resist, unable to fight back, on the verge of death... less than two minutes into the battle, something nobody anticipated happened: Li Fan, the Holy Son, who was believed to have the upper hand, was driven into a dead end.
"Aaaaahhhh!"
Another roar erupted, this time a flash of silver, and he vanished into the limb.
He crashed to the ground heavily, his body drenched in blood sweat, his face covered in blood and fissures.
And his brother suddenly fell to the ground, coughing up blood twice.
Perhaps, this was the price he paid to save his elder brother.
Lu Ping’an silently glanced over.... Although it was within the rules, in a certain sense, it was indeed an off-field tactic, which was particularly distasteful.
"No, it’s not that, he’s not..."
At this moment, Li Fan showed a smile.
He stretched out his hand, on which were two torn "Blood-silk"..... that was demonized Bloodvine, an extension of Lu Ping’an’s own flesh.
Lu Ping’an shrugged, noncommittal. He indeed wanted to construct a complete "Life," but how could he possibly achieve that now?
Those revived pieces of "flesh" were merely the mimicry of demonized plants and his symbiotic Demon Plant....
"Mimicking the construction of life.... Brother! Be careful, he has gone far!"
Outside the arena, the well-informed Li Zhen was burning with impatience.
Perhaps in his eyes, it wasn’t until this point that Lu Ping’an brought out his real trump card.
A complete creation of life? That’s the work of a Creator, but to imitate, replicate, and reenact the birth, evolution, and completeness of a "life" is what many Rule-level seniors begin to touch upon "Road."
This might be unrelated to battle, but sometimes, an overwhelming advantage in realms under corresponding resources is what truly leads to despair.
"Fast Fist."
It was a calm statement, but at that moment, to the ears of Li Fan and Li Zhen, it sounded like a declaration from the Death God.
This thing could use the abilities of a Fighter? Of course, it could!
After all, it was a part of Lu Ping’an’s own body, or at the very least, his Phantom Limb....
"One two three..."
The ground trembled, as giant palms struck at a speed invisible to the naked eye with savage fury.
But this time, the Fast Fist that used to start with a dozen or more punches only released three before it stopped.
Lu Ping’an frowned and looked towards the short distance away.
"Cough cough!"
Li Fan reappeared, this time with his right leg twisted and his right arm bent backwards, the very first punch having completely destroyed his defenses.
Yet, he still leapt out.
"Run! Brother, run! He can’t sustain this level of power as a fourth-tier for long!"
And the "Audience" outside, spitting blood, had utterly lost all shame.
This kind of off-field intervention was instantly silenced by the Emcee in the sky, but Li Fan executed the command without hesitation.
He floated in mid-air, flickering and flickering, running farther and farther away.
And his unlucky younger brother was outside the arena, vomiting blood profusely, paying a heavy price.
But judging by the development of events, this decision was not wrong.
Seemingly feeling he could not catch up in the short term, Lu Ping’an shook his head reluctantly, shook his arm, and then the "Divine Demon" behind him vanished into thin air, the huge white bony arm that had been controlled by his abilities crashing to the ground.
With a light swipe, the white bones disappeared without a trace, and then he calmly walked toward the direction his opponent had fled.
Unhurried, as if there was nothing to worry about at all, as though the opponent’s struggle was futile and the outcome was already determined, but in fact...
"Thank goodness he ran, I couldn’t even unleash the third punch, almost collapsed...."
How could Lu Ping’an’s current "toy engine" possibly start up a "Gao Da"? Being able to hang on without showing weakness until now was already far beyond Lu Ping’an’s average level of performance.
Initiating a major move at the start of the fight because later the state would decline and it wouldn’t start... previously it would only succeed once in three or four attempts, this time with the blessing of martial destiny it succeeded in one go and lasted so long, was already beyond expectations.
But since the opponent had already lost the will to fight, from here on it was a different matter.
"Hey hey hey, is this the holy Son of some god? Seems a bit underwhelming, maybe I should reconsider..."
Blasphemous words, he just blurted them out so cheerfully, and for the first time by his ear, he heard a joyful laugh.
— End of Chapter 1091 —