Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Ke Zhongye couldn't break free from Luo Yaduo. Immediately after, Luo Yaduo raised his other hand, his fist as large as Ke Zhongye's head, and aimed it at Ke Zhongye's chest.

Bang!

A dull sound, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

With the Heavenly Cutting Power, Ke Zhongye's body was sent flying backward, crashing into the strange rocks nearby. The pillar-like rocks were consecutively broken, and it was only then that his body finally stopped.

With one punch, the outcome was determined.

The Prophet's pupils shook violently. He thought this would be a bloody battle, but he never imagined... this was a fight that was simply unwinnable.

The gap in strength between the two sides was unimaginably wide.

Though the fight seemed over, it actually was not. Luo Yaduo's figure flashed, and in the next moment, he already appeared amidst the dust raised by the broken rocks where Ke Zhongye had crashed.

The dust couldn't settle because the bloody, brutal, and dense fists relentlessly pummeled Ke Zhongye.

The might of a single punch had appeared to determine the victor; thus, countless furious punches meant to determine life and death.

Luo Yaduo immensely enjoyed this feeling of brutality.

All the explosive energy contained in his muscles burst out at that moment.

During the ancient battle of the gods, the humiliation suffered by the god he worshiped seemed to be cleansed by its followers through the ages.

Like raindrops, his fists densely landed on Ke Zhongye. Shoulder blades, elbows, thorax, rib cage, knees, leg bones...

His muscles, like armor encasing his body, broke under the relentless barrage of shadowy fist rain!

Bones shattered, even piercing through Ke Zhongye's organs.

If one doesn't count Jiang Xianwu's earlier game-themed recruitment, this was the first confrontation between the Pantheon and the Forerunners.

One was among the top legendary Forerunners, and the other was a high-ranking member of the Pantheon's Punishment Squad.

The disparity in strength between the two seemed even more exaggerated than imagined.

The huge force of the punches made Ke Zhongye unable to control his body; his body which had been launched into the air, could not stop this momentum through bodily movement before another punch sent him reeling without a sense of direction.

One punch after another, continuously struck Ke Zhongye.

Luo Yaduo despised Ke Zhongye's paltry strength..., yet he was surprised that Ke Zhongye had not yet died.

Although this duel was brief, the assault Ke Zhongye endured was definitely lethal, truly a relentless bombardment.

But Luo Yaduo didn't care.

If one punch didn't kill, then a hundred punches, a thousand punches.

Under such overwhelming power, he did not believe this human could endure.

Bang Bang Bang! Ke Zhongye's flesh continuously burst open, like blooming crimson lotuses.

The ground shook, and it was hard to imagine the terrifying damage these impressive fists could inflict when they hit the flesh.

"Is President Ke.. still alive?"

"Prophet, observe that muscle monster. Watch it closely. You are the Watcher, no matter what, you must calmly observe the enemy. Find his weakness."

Even slightly away from the battlefield, the residual wave of the punch's force still made Guan Canghai feel the terror of the enemy.

But he was calm.

On the Nightmare Bridge, Ke Zhongye had faced seemingly desperate enemies; he absolutely believed that this human ranked among the top three Forerunners would not be defeated so easily.

"Trusting old Ke is right."

Yet as he said so, Guan Canghai felt uncertain; he could no longer discern within the dust, the intertwined fates, who had the stronger "destiny".

He only knew... even Ke Zhongye, if bombarded by such punches, would definitely die.

Invisible lines, originating from Guan Canghai's hands, slowly appeared, like snakes slithering in the air, headed towards Luo Yaduo.

The heart of the battlefield.

The ground was uneven, countless rock fragments flew about, and in the dust, Ke Zhongye's eyes were vacant, his flesh a blur.

But his consciousness had not scattered; his breathing and heartbeat were still robust and strong.

"You don't choose the path of domination? You are tenacious, never admit defeat, without any confusion or distress; actually, you are very suitable for the path of domination. When faced with desperate situations, the more you are injured, the stronger you become."

"Actually, you are more suited for the path of domination than Unsettled Dreamer, who is full of confusion."

Echoing in Ke Zhongye's mind was Yan Gu, the intermediary of the God of Strength and Destruction.

Unlike He Lin, Lin only bet on Jiang Xianwu.

But for Yan Gu, there were two disciples worth betting on; one was Unsettled Dreamer, the other was Ke Zhongye.

The former, perturbed about his past life, housed not only a languid spirit but also hidden perplexity, harboring troubles about finding life's value.

But ironically, such a person chose to go down the path of dominance, becoming a battle maniac.

The latter, Ke Zhongye, rushing forward fearlessly, believed in powerful strength and possessed unwavering will, indestructible.

Yet such a person had chosen the most traditional path of mountain splitting, Sea Breaking, and Heavenly Cutting Power.

"Hahaha, a person confused in mind, chooses the path of dominance, firming his self-belief, is that not logical?"

"As for me, I of course will take the most traditional path."

"Yan Gu, old man, I don't need any unwavering will, to hell with bloody battles, as long as I completely destroy my enemies, there is no need to test my will, is there?"

A blatantly irrational creed.

In life, it's absolutely impossible that every battle is an absolute domination, but in Ke Zhongye's heart, he was the existence that could dominate everyone.

Strength and destruction, which is more important, "strength" or "destruction"?

This topic had been contended many times in the wars of old gods versus new gods many years ago, and from the results of those victories, an answer had already emerged.

A light suddenly appeared in Ke Zhongye's eyes.

At that moment, Guan Canghai also found the opportunity to plant the seeds of fate!

Luo Yaduo's animal-like crisis intuition made him instantly alert, focusing entirely on Ke Zhongye, unaware of the subtle movements of Guan Canghai behind him.

Luo Yaduo was shocked to discover that the severely injured Ke Zhongye... actually forcefully stopped his punch and stood again in the light mist.

His body seemed to have recovered somewhat in an instant, although still weak, but those broken bones and muscles had already been partially repaired.

This astonishing rate of recovery would probably make even a rubber animated character exclaim in amazement.

Ke Zhongye hadn't died, and the aura he emitted was even more astounding than at his peak.

"So, such a force can't kill you, but no matter, with the next punch, I will make you realize that everything before was just a warm-up."

Luo Yaduo's desire to fight surged, and he struck out with a punch.

In a daze, Guan Canghai and the Prophet seemed to see a phantom formed by the punch's force, turning Luo Yaduo into a crushing heavy tank!

Ke Zhongye did not dodge; extremely resilient, he raised the hand that was completely broken not long ago and swung out his punch in retaliation, ready to meet fist with fist.

But no matter the speed, strength, or force, his punch was far too slow compared to Luo Yaduo's.

The Prophet didn't even dare to watch the moment the two fists collided.

Boom!

Everything was just as the Prophet had predicted, Luo Yaduo's figure stood proud in front of Ke Zhongye, but in the next instant, like duckweed swept up by the storm…

A punch powerful enough to shatter mountains and rivers sent Ke Zhongye's body flying back dozens of yards.

The ground even developed a trench.

This was Luo Yaduo's true power.

The Prophet, looking at this shocking trench, originally thought that Ke Zhongye must have died this time.

But Guan Canghai still had that expression of emotionlessness:

"Focus on observing that muscle monster, think of nothing else."

Guan Canghai's reminder made the Prophet think, could it be that the battle wasn't over?

He immediately turned his head and sure enough, witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Proudly standing, maintaining his punching pose, Luo Yaduo... his entire arm had turned to dust.

Nobody could believe it, the seemingly effortless punch from Ke Zhongye had completely destroyed Luo Yaduo's entire arm.

Unlike the brutal brute force, Luo Yaduo's arm had disintegrated as if burned into ash by fire... like rotting dust.

He didn't even... feel the pain that should accompany the shattering of his arm.

Meanwhile, dozens of yards away, Ke Zhongye slowly stood up, limping toward Luo Yaduo.

With every few steps, he coughed up blood.

But even so, his vitality recovered step by step.

Although far from any normal value, he was unknowingly moving away from the brink of death.

This scene was very much like the confrontation between two gods many years ago.

When the God of Muscle and Strength first suppressed the old God of Strength and Destruction solely through pure power...

The God of Strength and Destruction did likewise, dusting off his body and pointing to the arm of the God of Muscle and Strength that had suddenly vanished:

"Are you ready for destruction?"