N-A-A Chapter 56: One consecutive draw, a crazy boost!
Chapter 56: One consecutive draw, a crazy boost!
"Well done!"
Looking at the black crescent moon, Zhao Yi neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, he shouted and went straight to meet it.
Suddenly, he threw a punch.
boom!
The force of the fist collided with the light of the blade, producing a deafening roar.
The air surged and dust billowed.
The entire valley was trembling, and loose rocks were rolling down the hillside.
Zhao Yi took three steps back, leaving deep footprints and pits on the ground beneath his feet.
The evil god, however, only swayed slightly.
"That's interesting!"
A hint of surprise flashed in the evil god's eyes.
Although his strike was just a casual one, it was enough to split a small mountain in two.
But the Chinese man in front of them actually withstood the attack with his body and only retreated three steps.
"Humble little insect, your body is incredibly strong!"
"Once I kill you, I will refine your soul into the most powerful shikigami and use your flesh and blood as delicious food."
The evil god licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed.
"That depends on whether you have the ability!"
Zhao Yi sneered, stomped his foot, and shot out like a cannonball.
Heaven pushes the mountain palm!
With a single palm strike, the wind howled, compressing the air into the size of a cannonball.
He used all his strength in that palm strike, as if a mountain had been smashed down on him.
The evil god neither dodged nor evaded, and also unleashed a slash.
clang!
Fists and palms collided with the demonic blade, sparks flying everywhere.
The two were locked in a stalemate!
"How could this be?!"
The evil god's expression changed slightly.
He could sense that the other party's strength was in no way weaker than his own.
"What kind of monster is this lowly little insect?!"
He's an evil god!
Although it has only just arrived, its power has not yet been fully restored.
Even so, it is by no means something that ordinary people can contend with.
"This is the power of an evil god? It's nothing special!"
Zhao Yi grinned, his fighting spirit growing even stronger.
He could sense that the power of this evil god was equal to his own.
This was the strongest enemy he had encountered since his transmigration.
"Again!"
Zhao Yi let out a low shout and unleashed a barrage of punches.
Like a violent storm, each punch was faster and heavier than the last.
Each punch produced a sonic boom, tearing the air apart.
The evil god was equally unyielding, wielding his demonic blade with light that cascaded like a waterfall.
Ding ding ding ding—
A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out, sparks flew everywhere, and streaks of lightning appeared.
The two fought fiercely, and the ground around them cracked from the shockwaves of the battle.
Gravel flew everywhere, and dust billowed.
"Ah Yi actually managed to fight the evil god to a draw?!"
Uncle Nine, who was preparing to set up the altar, was also shocked to see this scene.
He knew Zhao Yi was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.
That's an evil god!
Even if it has only just arrived and its power has not yet fully recovered, it is by no means something that an ordinary True Person Realm cultivator can contend with.
Even a master at the Celestial Master level would face a near-death experience.
But Zhao Yi actually managed to draw with his opponent!
"No, I have to set up the formation quickly, otherwise A-Yi won't be able to hold out for long!"
Uncle Nine took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
After all, the evil god's methods are terrifying. Although Zhao Yi is powerful, he relies more on his physical strength.
If it turned into a war of attrition, Uncle Nine worried that Zhao Yi would run out of energy and eventually be killed.
He quickly took out ritual implements from his bag and began setting up the altar.
Cinnabar, yellow paper, writing brush, peach wood sword...
He laid out the various magical artifacts one by one.
Uncle Nine, holding a peach wood sword and stepping in the Seven Stars Step, began to perform his secret technique.
Amidst the surge of magical power, the talismans on the altar began to burn.
A golden light shot up from the altar and into the sky.
Under the golden light, Uncle Nine's aura began to surge.
"Is Master performing a ritual to summon spirits?"
Zhao Yi caught a glimpse of Uncle Nine's movements out of the corner of his eye and immediately understood.
The Summoning Technique allows one to borrow the power of immortals and gods, significantly increasing one's strength in a short period of time.
With Uncle Nine's cultivation at the peak of the True Person Realm, if he were to use the Summoning God Technique, he could even possess the combat power of the Celestial Master Realm for a short period of time.
However, Zhao Yi also knew that Uncle Nine was not good at summoning gods, so it would take much longer.
"Master, you'd better hurry, or by the time you summon the spirit down, I'll have already killed this evil god!"
Zhao Yi took a deep breath and intensified his attack.
Each punch was like a falling meteorite, each palm strike like a mountain crashing down, forcing the evil god to retreat repeatedly.
"Damn little dragon-country bugs!"
The evil god roared in anger.
For a dignified evil god to be suppressed and beaten by a mortal is an utter disgrace.
"God's wrath!"
The evil god let out a low roar, and an even more terrifying demonic aura erupted from the demonic blade.
The demonic energy transformed into a gigantic figure, which was none other than the evil god himself.
Its figure was about ten feet tall, with two wings on its back and a face like a demon.
Holding a huge demon sword,
He slashed down with a single stroke.
This strike seemed to cleave the heavens and earth in two, completely erasing this small mountain valley.
"The bright moon rises over the sea!"
Zhao Yi dared not be careless and immediately used his special ability.
In an instant, a vast and boundless blue sea appeared behind him.
Waves surged and mist swirled.
A bright moon slowly rises from the depths of the sea, hanging high in the sky.
The cool moonlight shone down, covering an area of about 100 feet.
The power of the bright moon connected with the waves of the blue sea, transforming into a huge water curtain that blocked his way.
boom!
The demonic blade struck the water curtain, producing a deafening roar.
Water splashed everywhere, but the water curtain remained completely still.
"What the hell is this strange phenomenon?!"
The evil god's eyes were filled with rage.
He could feel that this strange phenomenon was suppressing his power.
The cool moonlight seemed to purify all evil spirits.
"You little insect from the Dragon Kingdom, you have utterly enraged this god!"
The evil god roared, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.
"Since that's the case, then I'll show you my true power!"
Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which landed on the demonic sword.
In an instant, the demonic blade blazed with intense blood-red light.
An even more terrifying demonic aura surged from the blade.
The demonic energy transformed into crimson flames, coiling around the evil god.
His aura began to surge, and his size became even larger.
It grew from three zhang to five zhang, and then to ten zhang!
"Burning his very essence? This guy's gone mad!"
Uncle Nine's expression changed drastically.
Burning one's source energy can greatly enhance one's strength in a short period of time, but the cost is also enormous.
At best, their strength will be greatly reduced; at worst, their soul will be scattered.
Even evil gods are unwilling to try it lightly.
"Ayi, retreat quickly! This guy's going to fight to the death!"
Uncle Nine immediately shouted sternly.
"Retreat? It's too late!"
The evil god grinned maliciously and slashed down with his demonic blade.
This strike was more than ten times more powerful than the previous one!
Wherever the blade flashed, space seemed to be torn apart.
"Looks like we have no choice but to give it our all!"
Zhao Yi took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"System, use all merit points to draw prizes!"
On a whim, he started frantically participating in the lottery.
Previously, I had killed bandits and Japanese devils, and had earned a total of 471 strands of merit.
Including the previous 9 strands, there are a total of 480 strands of merit.
According to the current LV.3 rules, you can draw once with 4 strands of merit, and you can draw a total of 120 times.
"Give me ten pulls! Ten pulls! Ten pulls!"
Zhao Yi screamed wildly in his heart.
[Ding! Starting a 10-pull!]
[Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining +3 to Constitution] [Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining triple critical hit, gaining +9 to Constitution] [Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining +3 to Constitution]...
A series of notification sounds rang in my mind.
Zhao Yi's physical condition began to improve dramatically.
293, 302, 311, 320...
Each 10-pull grants a 30+ point increase in constitution.
But the evil god's blade had already struck, and time was of the essence!
"Not enough, not enough!"
Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and continued drawing prizes.
"Ten more 10-pulls, please!"
Merit points are being consumed rapidly, and the number of lottery draws is constantly increasing.
The rate at which his physical condition is improving is getting faster and faster.
350, 380, 410, 440...
Finally, the moment my physique broke through 500 points, a notification sound rang out.