novelraw Chapter 157 - 106: Referee, He’s Cheating! Coach, I Want to Learn This Too!
Chapter 157 - 106: Referee, He’s Cheating! Coach, I Want to Learn This Too!
"I...you...he...I...am not this..."
The Magic Apostle scratched his head, the original crazed and sinister energy completely disrupted by Lu Wenwu’s crafty maneuver.
After struggling for a while, he could only squeeze out a phrase filled with countless grievances and fury...
"Baka!"
Had he not said that, Lu Wenwu might have forgotten that this shameless guy was a little ghost.
Since that’s the case... you must not be spared!
"Little ghost, meet your doom!"
Abyssal Descent activated, and a more powerful force erupted from Lu Wenwu than before.
Endless Demon Qi condensed into a tangible flesh body; what was once a mere semblance of a demon in Lu Wenwu was now fully demonized. Crimson blood flames burned on the twisted demon horns.
Sickly green evil energy flowed like ripples, transforming into a menacing, majestic set of battle armor.
The demon face resembling Lu Wenwu grinned hideously, his inner aura soaring instantly.
He just stood there quietly watching the Magic Apostle, as if waiting for him to flee in panic, waiting for him to turn and run.
The Magic Apostle was stunned for the third time.
In a matter of mere minutes, the unbelievable events he encountered here surpassed those met throughout his decades of life.
Even during the Demon God Game and the world wars, there was never such a terrifying existence that invoked fear from deep within.
And as for the Salvation Army and the players from before?
In the eyes of the Magic Apostle, they were nothing more than henchmen and riffraff.
All along, he saw himself as a Celestial God, overlooking all beings, looking down on all things in the world from above.
Or perhaps.
Concerning the destruction caused by the arrival of players and the Salvation Army, he had always adopted a cat-and-mouse playful attitude.
Now, he even decided to sacrifice his heart for a stronger Demon God’s Blessing.
Yet, facing Lu Wenwu, he still felt somewhat helpless.
He had aces up his sleeve, and so did Lu Wenwu!
The Magic Apostle found it increasingly hard to believe.
Why!
Why on earth!
He had struggled painstakingly to climb to the top three among billions!
Why could this person, those detestable otherworld players in front of him, simply obtain all this so easily!
How was he even stronger than himself!
He...
Was he really the same kind of player as those before?
"What exactly! What exactly are you!"
The Magic Apostle roared hysterically, as if about to shatter his synthetic vocal cords.
He was deceiving himself.
He didn’t want to believe Lu Wenwu was a player.
He preferred to believe in an impossibility—that the other was the eighth Apostle, hidden all along in the world’s corners.
A constant surge of Heaven and Earth Primordial Power gathered here without ceasing.
The Magic Apostle’s eyes on Lu Wenwu turned more frenzied, his hands continually sketching out Curse Art models in the air, letting them interlock and embed, forming even more powerful moves.
A massive dark hammer, like a descending meteor, slammed towards Lu Wenwu.
Lu Wenwu, however, remained motionless, his expression unchanged, merely raising his hand in the familiar gesture, delivering a punch.
The ferocious airwaves exploded in the air, shattering the black curse hammer into a widespread rain of darkness with a heavy Iron Fist strike.
In the next moment, the tattered and terrifying Demon Dragon Wings flapped, unleashing a speed the Magic Apostle had never seen before.
In a panic, he gritted his teeth, erecting three layers of defense before him, retreating swiftly, attempting the usual kiting tactic.
Yet, the fully empowered Lu Wenwu’s strength was beyond anything the Magic Apostle could envision.
The hastily constructed defenses were pierced instantly by the sharp Demon God’s Spear, as laughably fragile as paper.
With his attributes vastly amplified, Lu Wenwu’s entire body was now enveloped in a red flame of Qi Blood, his fists vaguely revealing the bright Han characters for Ren and Virtue.
"Your purity is still too low!"
Lu Wenwu caught up, grinning viciously as he landed a punch.
The Magic Apostle’s face twisted drastically, his semi-mechanized body forcefully twisted into an unbelievable arc by curses, avoiding the fatal blow.
But it was only to avoid that fatal point.
The flaming red fist struck squarely upon his chest.
The exterior armor composed of special alloy emitted a "crack" under the unbearable pressure, bursting into countless tiny fragments.
"Puh!"
The Magic Apostle spewed out a mouthful of blood, crashing heavily onto the magma-flowing ground.
Severely injured, he could distinctly feel that his life support mechanical system suffered heavy damage.
The alloy rib plates shattered over twenty percent, the mechanical heart stopped beating for 7.64 seconds, the aorta was ruptured, and the artificial left lung exploded...
The shrill alarm blared continuously, a flurry of warning windows popping up on the Magic Apostle’s electronic eye.
As a ranged professional, taking a frontal punch from Lu Wenwu, such a sheer melee brute force output, and not being instantaneously killed, the Magic Apostle could still take pride.
Just before, there was a top-level practitioner with Thunder Technique strong enough to insta-kill Lu Wenwu, who was suddenly ambushed by the sneaky old Deng with a single strike!
Rolling several times on the ground, the Magic Apostle leveraged his semi-mechanized body to forcibly regain his balance.
On the Magic Staff, a silver-white light flashed, and instantly, he appeared behind Lu Wenwu.