Asura Emperor Venerable

Chapter 124: Chapter 124 A Pair of Madmen

You’re insane!

Shi Hao sighed. He didn’t even know the man, yet he was suddenly under attack for no reason; if that wasn’t madness, what was?

Some people are just bloodthirsty madmen!

Ma Youlin’s face was covered with a smile, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

He indeed relished in killing, and the stronger and more difficult to kill his opponent was, the more thrilled he became.

With a push off his feet, using the faint resilience of the lake water, he charged towards Shi Hao.

Come on!

Whoosh, Ma Youlin lunged with his sword.

Shi Hao similarly channeled the Water Element, condensing frost in his left hand, and laid down a layer of forceful energy for double protection before he punched directly towards the long sword.

Ma Youlin revealed a cold smile, taking the challenge head-on. Wasn’t this just seeking death?

His sword was exceedingly sharp, sure to cut one’s hand off with a single blow.

Bang, Shi Hao’s punch struck the tip of the sword. The Power of Ice counteracted each other, and the ensuing clash between sword tip and fist actually sparked a flash of fire.

What!

Ma Youlin couldn’t help but be surprised. Was your fist made of fine iron? How could it be so hard?

Before he could even finish the thought, Shi Hao was already swinging his right fist, throwing a heavy punch his way.

Damn it.

He hastily raised his fist to meet the attack, as he clearly saw the water waves driven by an invisible force, forming a fist to strike at him.

What kind of attack was this?

Dark Force?

Impossible, how could a mere Soul Nurturing stage release Dark Force!

He didn’t understand, but the bloodlust had been fully activated, making him even more excited and attacking Shi Hao like a madman.

After two exchanges, Shi Hao had already figured out that the other was a second-stage Soul Nurturing martial artist, much stronger than him.

Battling underwater, his Dark Force became “visible” force. Though he could still strike out to a distance of seven feet and was incredibly agile, it was no longer shadowless and formless, capable of killing unexpectedly.

Moreover, the water flow greatly affected the attacks, severely distorting the techniques.

There was an even more critical situation: none of them were fish, and they had a limited time they could hold their breath!

Ma Youlin seemed to have guessed Shi Hao’s thoughts. He took out a small pill and tossed it into his mouth, and bizarrely, many bubbles started emerging from it.

Shi Hao immediately realized that kind of pill could replenish air.

The opponent deliberately showed him that.

I have an air supply but you don’t, how flustered are you now?

He was indeed a cruel man, not only wanting to kill but to also destroy the spirit.

Ma Youlin wasn’t in a hurry to strike; he had just caught a fresh breath and could definitely last longer than Shi Hao.

Suddenly, Shi Hao turned and dived swiftly downwards.

Ma Youlin quickly gave chase. In his heart, Shi Hao had already become his prey that he was determined to capture.

He pursued hastily, thrusting with his sword to create trouble for Shi Hao, trapping him there to suffocate to death.

Shi Hao turned sharply around, this time not holding anything back.

Eight Extremes Fist!

Boom!

A punch roared out, Dark Force released, once again forming a fist.

Ma Youlin sneered. He had already discerned Shi Hao’s strength, merely mid-stage Soul Nurturing, but he had no idea what method Shi Hao had managed to master to project his power so far.

Martial artists, although they can project their strength outward, are limited to their skin, known as forceful energy.

For Shi Hao to blast out six or seven feet, it was like something out of a fantasy tale.

However, this only made him more eager to kill Shi Hao, yearning for the moment when his blade would slice through Shi Hao’s skin and the blood would pour out profusely.

Despite his desires, he still threw a punch to block, not daring to allow the invisible punch to really hit him.

Bang!

Upon receiving this punch, he couldn’t help but his face turned pale.

How had the opponent’s strength increased so much?

Before he could finish the thought, Shi Hao’s fists erupted with fury.

Suddenly, Ma Youlin witnessed a spectacular scene, only to see fists made of water streaming towards him, assaulting him from all directions.

He was dumbfounded.

How was he supposed to block that?

If he was on land, he could have leaped away, but in the water, his speed was practically useless. How could he manage to exhibit it?

He had no choice but to curl up as much as possible to protect his vital areas.

Bang, bang, bang, he was hit repeatedly, feeling agonizing pain from the horrific blows, and several of his ribs were blasted, involuntarily loosening his body.

This naturally made things worse as more fists hit his vital areas.

Ma Youlin felt death closing in and desperately tried to float upward, but just as he rose a few feet, he felt a pain in his lower abdomen and immediately a dark red cloud spread out.

He was horrified to find that his stomach had been blasted open, with his intestines and all spilling out.

He reached out to push his organs back into his belly, but his hands grew increasingly weak, and with a bang, he was swept away by the current, dragged toward the center of the vortex, then flung out entirely.

Whoosh, his body drew an arc in the air and then crashed heavily to the bottom of the lake.

The lakebed was paved with blue stone bricks, incredibly hard, and with a sharp impact, he struck it hard, his bones instantly breaking in more than half, his mouth furiously spewing blood, his fingers twitching faintly, but his eyes were dissipating.

Shi Hao withdrew his fists; feeling nearly suffocated from the intense battle, he hurriedly accelerated away.

When he was about thirty feet from the lakebed, Shi Hao no longer dived but let the water carry him out.

Bang, he burst through the water’s surface, immediately gasping for air, then twisted in mid-air, landing heavily on the ground, causing it to tremble.

He shook his head, he’d better rush to practice “Soul Nurturing” and a movement technique quickly, then he’d have many ways to dissipate impact forces and gravity.

Shi Hao glanced at Ma Youlin, who was on his last breath, glaring at him with resentful eyes, but unable to utter a word, just spurting blood from his mouth.

He did not feel a shred of pity; to sympathize with someone who wanted to kill him would be foolish, wouldn’t it?

He entered the under-lake passage without any reluctance and left swiftly.

Just a moment later, bang, bang, bang, bang, four people burst from the water, moving rapidly while still fighting.

Liu Shixuan, Ma Youfu, Zong Hehua, Chang Tianyu.

“Thrilling! Thrilling!” Ma Youfu laughed loudly, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman.

Liu Shixuan and the other two, however, had slightly furrowed brows, appearing quite upset.

It was Ma Youfu who had suddenly attacked them, dragging each of them into battle and triggering a melee, which had greatly reduced their speed.

Otherwise, with their strength, they were definitely the first four to have arrived here.

“Hm?” Ma Youfu’s gaze swept across and he immediately saw Ma Youlin’s body.

Despite the disfigurement, he recognized it at a glance.

Because this was his younger brother!

“Youlin!” he rushed over, “Who was it? Who did this to you?”

But Ma Youlin was already dead, how could he answer?

Ma Youfu cradled his brother, looking back at Liu Shixuan and the others, his eyes filled with madness and murderous intent.