Being Overconfident Is Not a Good Thing
Inside the Martial Soul Hall.
Nate Moore's face twisted with both ferocity and killing intent.
Seeing this, Ian Song just shook his head, his expression especially complicated: "You should leave. You're not my match!"
After obtaining Nate Moore's fortune, Ian could have chosen to kill him and eliminate future trouble. After all, the protagonist of a world always carries special luck—if you don't kill him, once he becomes your enemy, he'll likely bring endless problems.
But out of a moment of compassion, he didn't do it.
Later, when Nate Moore and his sister were being hunted, Ian didn't hesitate to save them, which only brought him more trouble and earned the resentment of Wu Yu.
After joining Pristine Way Sect, Nate's identity as the Devouring Demon Lord's successor was exposed and he was purged by the sect, but Ian took on the responsibility of caring for his sister.
Ian did all this for him without expecting any repayment, but in the end, Nate still treated him as an enemy—even wanting to kill him. That left Ian feeling pretty disappointed.
Even so, Ian still decided to give him one last chance.
But when he heard this, Nate just sneered: "Leon Huang, you think just because you beat me once, you'll always be stronger? Today, I'm going to show you just how wrong you are to look down on me!"
Ian once read a wuxia novel called Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils in the apocalypse world. Its protagonist, Duan Yu, accidentally learned the Northern Darkness Divine Art, absorbing vast amounts of inner power. Though still young, he possessed more inner strength than most centenarians.
But all his inner power came from others, so his actual combat ability was terrible.
Now, Nate's situation is somewhat better than Duan Yu's—but not by much.
Right now, all he can rely on is his abundant true qi and the sinister Devouring Demon Sword.
Die!
Feeling his aura suppressed, Nate's expression darkened.
His figure blurred, turning into a streak of black lightning as the Devouring Demon Sword in his hand erupted with unstoppable force.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Black sword-qi flooded the air, densely packed and completely enveloping Ian.
Each strand of sword-qi carried a sinister, chilling aura. Hundreds of sword-qi attacked at once, making Ian's body go stiff.
With a thought.
His undying true qi surged within him, instantly restoring his stiff body to normal.
He immediately stepped forward, thrusting left and right with Purple Thunder.
Clang, clang, clang!
The seemingly unbeatable black sword-qi was easily blocked by Ian, unable to threaten him at all.
Your sword-qi may be strong, but it's just for show. It works against ordinary people, but against me, it's a waste of effort!
As soon as Ian finished speaking, he stabbed out a few more times, and the sword-qi filling the air instantly vanished.
This is just the beginning. You really think this is my true strength?
Nate sneered, though a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.
He'd once killed a late Grandmaster with that move, but using it against Ian—who was only mid-Grandmaster—hadn't hurt him at all.
Take another move—Devil Swallows the World!
Boom!
In the next instant, black mist erupted from Nate, thick and sticky, engulfing a hundred-meter radius.
This move is interesting, but breaking it will only take me a moment!
Ian stepped into the black mist without hesitation. Watching from the sidelines, Harriet Gu couldn't help but show a worried expression.
Clang, clang, clang!
A series of crashing sounds came from within the black mist. After a moment, the mist shattered and a black figure was flung out, crashing more than ten meters away—it was Nate.
Seeing this, Harriet Gu couldn't help but smile.
Soon, the black mist dissipated completely. Ian stood calmly with his sword, looking at Nate more than ten meters away: "Any more tricks? Show me everything!"
Waaah!
Hearing Ian's words, Nate's chest heaved violently. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his face growing even paler.
Why aren't your blood and true qi affected by my Devouring Demon Art?
Ian smiled: "All my true qi and blood are completely under my control. Only if I allow you to absorb them can you do so—otherwise, you can't take a single drop!"
So that's it. Looks like I underestimated you.
Nate slowly stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and his expression became utterly determined.
Ian nodded: "Learning a powerful technique doesn't make you truly strong. Only those who perfectly control themselves are truly powerful. All your strength comes from stealing from others—even if you were ten times stronger, you still wouldn't be my match!"
Shut up!
Hearing Ian's words, Nate refused to admit it.
Boom!
Suddenly, his blood began to burn, and black flames rose from his skin.
Die!
Swish!
Nate vanished from where he stood, turning into a thin black line.
In an instant, Ian was assaulted from all directions by waves of frenzied attacks.
Clang, clang, clang!
Ian calmly swung Purple Thunder, intercepting every attack despite his seemingly moderate speed.
In the blink of an eye, Nate launched over a thousand sword strikes.
Unfortunately, none of them broke through Ian's defense—he wasn't hurt at all.
Swish!
Nate's figure landed more than ten meters away, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Any more moves? If not, it's my turn! Ian said playfully.
Leon Huang, for what you did today, I'll make you pay double next time!
Hearing Nate's words, Ian realized he planned to run, so he smiled and shook his head: "You won't get another chance!"
Nate curled his lip disdainfully: "I may be weaker, but if I want to leave, you can't stop me!"
Then try! Ian replied.
Farewell!
As soon as he finished speaking, Nate disappeared from where he stood.
The next moment, his figure appeared ten li away.
But immediately, his expression turned to shock—just a few meters ahead, Ian was smiling at him.
How... how did you catch up to me?
Ian's gaze landed on the jade pendant on Nate's chest: "You're relying on that Blink-type jade pendant, aren't you? But I can teleport too—so you can never escape my pursuit!"