PFC Chapter 179 The Inheritor
Chapter 179 The Inheritor
Zhuang Yu felt the power inherited within his body spiraling out of control and quickly stopped all his movements.
That power was like a surging tide, crashing wildly through his meridians, and his spiritual energy also surged about like a wild horse.
His face instantly turned ashen, and large beads of sweat poured from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping to the ground.
At this moment, Zhuang Yu felt as if his body was being pierced by countless steel needles at the same time, the pain was unbearable, and his vision became somewhat blurred.
Seeing Zhuang Yu's unusual behavior, Xuanjizi hurriedly advised Xiao Bing, "Young Master, this is not a good move; there might be a trap." Xuanjizi sneered, "If we don't act now, when will we?" With that, he ignored Xiao Bing's words, mobilized his spiritual power, and quickly formed hand seals. A fierce spiritual attack roared towards Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu heard the sharp whistling sound of spiritual energy cutting through the air, but he was powerless to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the attack approached.
Xuanjizi wore a smug smile, as if he could already see Zhuang Yu being defeated by him.
However, although Zhuang Yu was unable to move his body, his eyes remained firm. He looked coldly at Xuanjizi, as if silently declaring that he would not be defeated so easily.
Just as Xuanjizi's attack was about to reach Zhuang Yu, a weak yet tenacious resistance suddenly erupted from Zhuang Yu's body.
Xuanjizi's eyes widened, and a strange unease welled up in his heart.
"Hmph, even if you still have strength left, you will surely be defeated by me today," Xuanjizi said through gritted teeth.
Zhuang Yu merely curled the corners of his lips slightly, remaining silent, but the disdain in his eyes deepened.
Zhuang Yu did not sit idly by and wait for his death. He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and tried his best to suppress the rampaging power of the inheritance within his body.
This force, like a wild horse, raged through his body, each impact causing him excruciating pain.
But he knew that if he showed weakness at this moment, he would be at the mercy of others.
He took a deep breath, suppressing all the pain in his heart, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame.
Suddenly, Zhuang Yu moved.
He rushed towards Xuanjizi like an arrow released from a bow, his speed astonishing.
This sudden action completely caught Xuanjizi off guard. Before he could even react, Zhuang Yu was already in front of him.
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"You're courting death!" Xuanjizi roared, quickly raising his palm to defend himself.
The two powerful spiritual energies collided, producing a deafening roar that seemed to tear the surrounding air apart.
Stones were shaken and flew everywhere, dust billowed up, and the sky was blocked out.
Although Zhuang Yu's internal energy was disordered, he managed to contend with Xuanjizi thanks to his rich combat experience and tenacious will.
His attacks appeared chaotic, but they were actually full of hidden tricks. Every move and every stance carried an indescribable resilience, making it difficult for Xuanjizi to defend against.
Xuanjizi gradually discovered that although Zhuang Yu's attacks seemed to be completely random, they were always unexpected and kept him busy.
"What's going on? He's clearly out of control, so why is he still so tenacious?" Xuanjizi was puzzled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He originally thought Zhuang Yu was at his limit, but he didn't expect him to be able to unleash such powerful fighting strength.
"Young master, be careful!" Xiao Bing exclaimed from the side.
Xuanjizi dared not be careless and immediately focused all his attention on dealing with Zhuang Yu's attack.
The two fought fiercely, exchanging blows. The surrounding trees were cut in half by their spiritual power, and deep craters were blasted into the ground.
Suddenly, Zhuang Yu stopped moving.
Zhuang Yu suddenly paused, "So that's how it is..." he murmured to himself.
During the intense battle just now, he discovered that whenever his emotions fluctuated greatly, the chaotic power within him would surge even more violently.
Conversely, when he concentrates and calms down, this raging force becomes somewhat docile.
This discovery was like a lightning bolt, illuminating his thoughts.
He took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain coursing through his body, and began to guide this chaotic power.
He stopped suppressing it and instead tried to control and manage it.
He focused all his attention on this power, feeling its flow, its pulse, its rhythm.
Gradually, the originally violent power seemed to find an outlet and began to flow along his guidance.
Zhuang Yu's spiritual power was different from any he had used before. It was filled with an aura of rage and destruction, yet it also carried a strange sense of order.
This is precisely how he transforms the power of inheritance into a means of attack.
Xuanjizi noticed Zhuang Yu's unusual behavior and felt a vague unease in his heart.
But he did not back down. Instead, he frantically channeled his spiritual power, wanting to defeat Zhuang Yu before he could finish his move.
"Die!" he roared, and a sharp sword aura shot straight towards Zhuang Yu.
However, Zhuang Yu was faster.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. He pushed his hands forward, and the strange spiritual power instantly transformed into a beam of light, shooting towards Xuanjizi.
The beam of light was incredibly fast; Xuanjizi had no time to dodge and was struck head-on.
"Pfft!" Xuanjizi spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
Just as Zhuang Yu had stabilized his internal power, the guardian spirit of the ruins rejoined the battle.
It seized the opportunity when Zhuang Yu had not fully recovered and launched a fierce attack.
A massive beam of energy descended from the sky and struck Zhuang Yu squarely in the abdomen.
"Ugh..." Zhuang Yu groaned, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, blood streaming from his mouth.
Wang Yao's expression changed drastically upon seeing this...
"Zhuang Yu!" When Wang Yao saw Zhuang Yu injured again, his clothes stained with blood, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a sharp pain made it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She rushed towards Zhuang Yu without hesitation, her slender figure appearing particularly frail amidst the dust-filled battlefield.
In her eyes, Zhuang Yu was so vulnerable at this moment, and so in need of her protection.
"Zhuang Yu!" Wang Yao's voice trembled slightly with anxiety. She stood in front of Zhuang Yu, using her frail body to create a barrier for him.
Facing the guardian spirit of the ruins radiating immense pressure, she showed no fear.
The guardian spirit of the ruins let out a deafening roar, and the huge energy fluctuations caused the surrounding air to distort.
Wang Yao felt an immense pressure coming towards her, as if it were going to crush her into pieces.
But she gritted her teeth and did not back down an inch.
She knew she had to protect Zhuang Yu, even at the cost of her life.
Zhuang Yu lay behind Wang Yao, feeling the warmth and determination emanating from her, feeling both touched and somewhat worried.
He struggled to stand up, but found that his body was still in excruciating pain.
He reached out, wanting to grab Wang Yao's hand and tell her not to take any risks, but his hand fell limply to his side.
“Wang Yao, you…” Zhuang Yu’s voice was hoarse and weak.
Wang Yao turned her head and gave Zhuang Yu a gentle smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine." Although her voice was soft, it carried an undeniable strength.
With Wang Yao's protection, Zhuang Yu slowly stood up.
He took a deep breath, feeling the power of inheritance within his body gradually calming down. He knew he had to solve this problem completely, or the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just then, a mysterious fluctuation suddenly emanated from within the ruins. This fluctuation seemed to come from ancient times, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura that caused the entire ruins to tremble.
"What...what is this?" Wang Yao's expression changed, and she looked around in horror.
Zhuang Yu also sensed this mysterious fluctuation. He muttered to himself, "This is bad..." A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
Suddenly, an aged yet majestic voice echoed through the ruins: "The inheritor... has finally appeared..."