I Truly Am The Villian

It is said that when the Hundred Beasts Fist is practiced to the Perfect Realm, one can simultaneously summon the shadowy figures of a hundred Monster Beasts.

With one punch, the beasts roar furiously, heaven and earth shatter, and the power of a hundred colossal beasts is unimaginable.

"I wonder how many beast shadows Mo Lei can condense now," Lu Ang asked with keen interest.

Although losing the competition would cost him a set of sixth-level Array Plates, Lu Ang still hoped that Mo Lei would carry forward the inheritance of the Zhenyu Wise Man.

After all, for everyone in Zhenyu City, the Zhenyu Wise Man held an extraordinary significance.

...

The battle in the arena was almost one-sided, and with the enhancement of Mo Lei’s two beast shadows, Luo Yifeng had almost no power to resist.

He fought while retreating, and as he was about to reach the edge of the Combat Stage, Luo Yifeng’s gaze sharpened, he forcefully blocked Mo Lei’s fists with his sword, and then, light as a swallow, directly flew to Mo Lei’s back.

"To be honest, you’ve surprised me," Luo Yifeng said calmly, with a serious expression on his face.

"The surprise is still to come," replied Mo Lei, not to be outdone.

Luo Yifeng looked at him deeply, and at that moment, his Longsword began to tremble, and an invisible aura spread out around him.

"What’s this?" the Disciples below discussed in surprise as they watched Luo Yifeng’s change.

"I wonder how much of Brother Luo’s true teachings the Young Master has acquired," Elder Tianzhen said with a smile from the sidelines.

"Although the lad is dull, he has still grasped some of the essence," Luo Changhe replied smilingly: "However, the opponent does not seem to have played his ace yet, this match is still worth watching."

For Luo Changhe, even though his son had learned his signature Vein Skill, ’One Sword Long River’, it didn’t mean he was invincible among his peers.

The opponent likewise had his reservations, and the outcome of this match was not important to him; rather, he wished that the Sect Gate would have more promising youngsters like Mo Lei.

...

When the invisible aura spread out around him, Luo Yifeng slowly swung the Longsword in his hand.

It seemed as if the sounds of a rushing river and the crashing of waves against the shore echoed in everyone’s ears.

Radiant sword light burst forth from the blade, and in the eyes of the spectators, it seemed to transform into a surging river.

The river hung upside down in the heavens, reflecting throughout myriad worlds.

The Shocking Waves, with an unstoppable momentum, slashed towards Mo Lei.

The Mysterious Turtle softly cried, and the fierce tiger roared mightily; the instant they made contact, the tiger’s shadowy figure was extinguished by the sword light.

Then, even the Mysterious Turtle’s form developed cracks.

As the sword light flowed like a raging river, and Mo Lei remained in a deadlock, it seemed the shadow of the Mysterious Turtle was also about to give way.

Luo Yifeng’s Longsword chimed lightly, as if he intended to deal Mo Lei the final blow.

At that moment, the Longsword was only 0.01 centimeters from Mo Lei’s neck when, in this hair-trigger crisis, a loud sound suddenly erupted in everyone’s ears.

Immediately after, a white light entwined around Mo Lei was seen, shattering Luo Yifeng’s sword light in an instant, and a great force repelled him, sending him flying backward.

As the light faded, a wholly snow-white Flying Horse appeared in mid-air.

A majestic aura, reminiscent of an Ancient Divine Beast, emanated from this Flying Horse, standing proudly as the king among beasts, eminent in the space between heaven and earth.

Pure white, holy and pristine, it wore a pair of wings on its back, which were three meters long and blotted out the sky, with every feather seeming to radiate a holy light.

Its head was that of a horse, but atop its head was a pitch-black horn.

Its gaze twinkled with silver light, the left eye crimson and the right eye jet black.

At the moment the snow-colored flying horse appeared, the surrounding space began to tremble with a muffled sound of oppression.

"What is this?" Luo Changhe, watching from below the combat stage, gazed intently, lost in thought.

"A divine beast, the Reincarnation Heavenly Horse," Elder Tianzhen replied in surprise.

Whenever people spoke of the Zhenyu Wise Man, they would praise his self-created Hundred Beasts Fist and eagerly recount the stories about him.

Everyone thought those hundred beast shadows were just ordinary monster beasts.

But in reality, aside from those from his era who had crossed fists with him, few others knew the truth.

...

Time rewinds back to a long, long time ago, to a man with an unnamed identity but known as the Zhenyu Sage, who once inadvertently entered the holy temple of heritage belonging to the Beast Race.

In the holy temple, he saw many divine beasts that had perished in history. Although he was not of the Beast Race and couldn’t accept their heritage,

he managed to comprehend the essence of ten divine beasts and fused them into his Hundred Beasts Fist.

Among them was this Reincarnation Heavenly Horse.

The moment the Reincarnation Heavenly Horse appeared, Luo Yifeng’s complexion changed drastically.

He only felt an immense pressure descending around him as the Reincarnation Heavenly Horse’s eerie eyes stared at him, making the flow of spiritual energy in his body seem to halt.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Yifeng clenched the longsword in his hand, gathering all his strength into the blade.

The sword light shone brilliantly like a rift in the sky for all to see, as endless sword qi surged towards Mo Lei.

Mo Lei squinted, shifted his right leg back half a step, clenched his right fist, and slightly curved his right arm, then he struck out directly towards Luo Yifeng.

At the moment he moved, the phantom of the Reincarnation Heavenly Horse in mid-air also sprang into action.

The majestic presence of the ancient divine beast pervaded the arena as the Reincarnation Heavenly Horse reared and roared, merging into Mo Lei’s body.

In that instant, Mo Lei felt his body brimming with power. The wind from his fist parted the air on both sides, shattering the sword light with a single punch.

With the punch’s momentum unbroken, Luo Yifeng never expected that his full-powered strike would be so easily shattered by the opponent.

He didn’t even have time to react before his abdomen was hit, blood spraying around him as he was violently flung backward.

...

As Luo Yifeng’s body crashed heavily into a nearby seat, the hearts of the disciples watching the match seemed to tremble fiercely.

All eyes turned towards the young man on the stage, their gazes subtly changing.

Luo Yifeng, lying on the ground, cast one more unwilling glance at the combat stage, seemingly wanting to say something else.

But the pain from his injuries made even breathing difficult, so he could only sit cross-legged to recover.

As the Inner Sect Elders announced the top three of the Inner Gate competition, a wave of jubilation swept over the entire Holy Spring Sect.

Contrary to the jeers when the young man first stepped onto the stage, this time it was filled with shouts of cheers.

"Wait a moment," just as the Inner Gate competition seemed to be ending, Mo Lei suddenly shouted.

Looking at the questioning gaze of the Inner Sect Elder, Mo Lei stepped down from the stage, approaching Elder Tianzhen.

With a respectful tone, he said, "Elder Tianzhen, I have some suggestions, I wonder if I may speak?"

Elder Tianzhen looked at Mo Lei in surprise and said with a smile, "Speak your mind."