The last Asura Sovereign

The attacks went on back and forth more than a hundred times. Although they were only trading punches, each of these punches was strong enough to kill most of the cultivators in qi sensing realm. Both of them were using aura in their attacks but there were no fancy techniques involved. This was a battlefield so the fight was not enough to draw attention from other foundation building cultivators. Only a few qi sensing realm cultivators were watching from afar.

The deacon and another cultivator were watching the fight with amazement whereas there was a serious expression on the face of the cultivator from the Ming clan. There was no news about Amrit being this strong. Although he was the top genius of the Lunaris city, this was still in the span of a third-tier city, any second-tier city would have geniuses like Amrit.

But looking at the things now, it was clearly not the situation. Most of the Rijal clan members followed the qi path and here Amrit was fighting toe to toe with the Visigoth clan. The bizarre thing was that he hadn’t reached the foundation building realm and had even stood his soul attack. The more fight went on the more serious the Ming clan cultivator became. He knew that if Amrit somehow survived tonight, it probably wouldn’t take more than a decade to get revenge.

Even though the cultivator from the Visigoth clan had warned him not to interfere, he could deal with him later. The important task was to kill Amrit. The deacon and another cultivator were eyeing him seriously from the side. They were watching him like a hawk so even a small movement would alert them and there was a good chance his attacks would get intercepted. So he prepared to use all of the soul power in one attack.

Otherwise, if Amrit is alerted, he may not get another chance to sneak attack. Amrit and the Visigoth clan member were still trading blows and the Visigoth clan member was getting more astonished as the time went on. It didn’t matter how many blows Amrit got, there was not even a purple patch or blood on sight. After trading hundreds of punches, even without using techniques he was getting a little tired and had used a substantial amount of aura.

Although body path cultivators could recover their aura or force easier than the qi and soul path ones, using it continuously, even the aura was bound to be depleted. When he looked at Amrit all he saw was disheveled hair and clothes, even his breathing was constant, there were no other changes. He had to look twice at Amrit just to make sure he was not dreaming. How could a young man who hadn’t broken through the foundation building realm have so much stamina?

Even those demonic beasts may not have had such a smooth time, as Amrit had. He had tested Amrit and found that although his body was strong, it was only in terms of defense and recovery, his strength was only above average. So he decided to use techniques this time and finish the fight. What he didn’t know was that Amrit had purposely used less force which made it seem like Amrit’s strong point was defense and recovery.

The cultivation technique of the Asura clan was way above what this world could handle so how could there be such obvious weakness and from a battle clan at that? Meanwhile, Amrit was also looking at his opponent in slight disappointment. He knew his body alone would be able to contend with any middle stage foundation building cultivator, he had to hold back most of his strength just to test his strength. Now he was waiting for his opponent to use techniques so he could gauze his own strength.

The Visigoth clan member gathered his aura in his fists and the fists began to shine with a white-gray aura. This fist technique was complementary to their cultivation technique so it could exert even more strength. He used his fist technique and leaped towards Amrit. And Amrit also gathered his aura on his fists without using any technique and they both clashed.

This time there was an even greater sound of clashing and shockwave was huge. The roots that had held on for so long on the ground were blown away. The sand-like soil made a cloud of dust and as the dust settled two men were standing with their fists still pushing each other. At that time a wave of blood lust erupted from Amrit.

This was not like when he had just come out of the illusion array after killing the beasts for the whole night. This time he was genuinely enraged. In the bloodlust, there was killing intent mixed, making the air heavy around him. The cultivator from the Visigoth clan was shocked and a little fear came subconsciously. The hand pushing Amrit flinched and he was pushed a little bit.

Amrit stretched his hand sideways and with a swoosh sound, the halberd that was previously planted on the ground flew towards his hand. Amrit’s eyes had turned even more crimson at this point and a faint sign of his qi going berserk was seen. He looked at the Ming clan cultivator with those menacing eyes, the eyes that held no other emotions than wrath, fury, and bloodlust. The Ming clan cultivator was gripped with fear and couldn’t even move back. Amrit’s eyes went to the ground where a body was lying still with white foam coming from his mouth.

This was the senior cultivator that had broken through the foundation building realm a few weeks ago. The name of this senior was Mahesh. Amrit looked at Mahesh who was lying down on the ground, he started remembering about this senior. He was about forty years old. Although he wasn’t a genius, he had above-average talent and had served the Rijal clan faithfully for decades. This was why he was given a breakthrough pill to reach the foundation building realm.

Although Amrit hadn’t had much contact with Mahesh, anyone who had served the clan wholeheartedly was worthy of respect. As Mahesh lay down on the ground, the deacon near him was sitting on the ground with a dazed expression on his face. The flying dust from the shockwaves was covering Mahesh in a thin veil as if the soil from the clan was showing respect for him. The bloodlust oozing from Amrit was so dense that it was about to solidify.

The killing intent was getting purer and purer gradually solidifying in black color. Although the color couldn’t be seen anyone targeted by this intent would see their vision getting darker and surroundings filled with blood and corpses. For Amrit who had the Asura clan bloodline, there were not just corpses in his killing intent, but mountains of them. Even Amrit didn’t know how horrifying his killing intent was.