Cultivation Chaos: Superheroes In The Realm Of Immorals

Essence artifacts — it is well known that they all have their abilities, which they acquire after their creators weave into them his or her Will.

So naturally, the bronze armor Spark donned had an ability of its own. It was just that previously, he deemed it useless and had never activated it.

It had the ability to reflect damage. Though powerful, in front of overwhelming prowess like that of Slade, it was almost useless.

He instinctively knew that if he dared try his luck, he wouldn't survive a punch. Even if he did, he would be badly injured — and that he couldn't accept. Thus, he engaged in such a deadly dance with Slade.

But now, the Will he stole from the gauntlet had already run dangerously low. He had no choice but to risk all in a kill-or-be-killed final attack.

A familiar feeling crept through his veins as the blood flow toward his head pumped quicker, the blood vessels in his eyes expanding, instantly turning the whites into a deadly red.

The glow of his sapphire pupils dilated, turning a hint of sanguine, and everything slowed. His eyes blurred as he made calculations of everything and anything he could use to win.

And it hit him, like a baptism of a cool, refreshing stream: If I can absorb energies within artifacts, and I can also extract the Will attached to the energy… who's to say I can't bolster an artifact's abilities with my output!

The moment this idea set in, he could feel the faint flickering of the concentrated Will in his hands — the Burn was dwindling.

He dismissed all doubts and hesitation. The flow of his output divided in that instant, ceasing its supply to the attribute of speed.

One stream rushed into the bronze carapace, as it glowed a divine hue. In response, he could feel the Reflect Will woven into it bolstering…

The second flow rushed into his fists, which had long been bare, devoid of any armor. Like a spark thrown into fuel, his output spat flames, and immediately, the dwindling Will Burn erupted furiously. The flames danced around his fists as Spark readied to deliver the punch.

Slade's grin widened. He could sense the suffocating danger contained within that punch, but he also knew this was just the final outburst of a dying flame. After this, Spark would be done.

Tracking his movement with his eyes, he noticed to his glee that Spark's speed had reduced, going back to normal. Now he didn't even have to let the attack land on him — as long as his mace struck first, he would win.

His grip tightened as the massive weapon rose, casting a menacing shadow over Spark's figure. He paused for the slightest second, then his eyes glinted. Now!

He had timed it perfectly, waiting for Spark to approach an unretreatable range.

Slade's weapon collapsed toward Spark's figure, now only a few inches away, promising a gory, instant, and messy death…

Spark remained unfazed as the bronze armor erupted with a divine glow, thrumming with a bronze cadence.

Everyone watching held their breath in anticipation, subconsciously understanding that after this clash, only one person would be left standing.

Clang!

An odd sound rang out — in stark contrast to the bone-crunching noise Slade was expecting. The strike didn't deal any damage. Instead, it was the opposite: because he had put all his strength into that strike, the rebound was more violent. His arm, along with the mace, was blasted away from its owner, flying out of sight.

His eyes bulged as his face turned ugly. "Shit—"

It was too late. He couldn't react to what was coming next, and even if he could, his dominant hand was long gone.

Boom!

Spark's force landed with unrestrained ferocity, his fist penetrating right into his opponent's innards. And because he wasn't strong enough, his strength was not enough to blast Slade away — but that didn't matter. He didn't need momentum to do what came next.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhh!"

Slade's painful scream echoed as an unrelenting torrent of hungry flames raged through his body, carbonizing him from the inside out.

And in a short moment, all that was left of him was a human-shaped charcoal, its features still vivid — his last expression of agony frozen in place.

If it was a normal human, they would have long been reduced to ashes. But unlike normal people, martial arts cultivators — especially one like Slade, who had gone through body refinement, meridian opening, and bone forging — had truly extraordinary bodies.

So instead of ashes, his body turned into a human-sculpted charcoal.

Spark huffed and puffed, then fell to a knee. The star he had condensed just now had been exhausted. The bronze armor was dull, and even its Will remained unresponsive; it seemed the act he had just pulled had its consequences.

His muscles were sore, and the barrier in his head had once more faded. Now he also had to deal with the influx of pain.

The bandits in the surrounding were frozen in shock. How could this be? they wondered.

Slade — a Bone Forging Realm cultivator — had just died, to a nobody at that!

Who was this guy?

While they were paralyzed in shock, someone among them seemed to have noticed something. "Let's rush him now… he's weak! If we can kill him, we can survive!" someone among the crowd yelled, bringing the others back to their senses.

They growled menacingly as they approached Spark.

Spark didn't even give them a glance — not because he felt he could defeat them. No, it was just that these fools seemed to have forgotten something.

Puchi!

A greatsword rammed into one of the approaching bandits from behind, its wielder donned in armor similar to Spark's. "To get to him, you have to deal with us," the guard yelled.

Before the bandits could get any closer, they were swarmed by the guards. Spark's defeat over that monster Slade had boosted their morale and killed the fighting spirit of the bandits.

From the distance, two horses loomed on the horizon. The riders were Cai'er and Guo.

Guo unseated a mighty axe and directed his horse into the fray, cleaving bandits in two, his eyes cold and his strikes brutal.

Meanwhile, Cai'er went straight for Spark. "I knew you could do it," she praised softly while gently helping him up.

"Hehehehe, why wouldn't I do it? My loot was on the line, you know?"