novelraw Chapter 106 : Shura’s Destruction
Chapter 106 : Shura’s Destruction
Chapter 106: Shura’s Destruction
“Shudder, mortals!”
“This is the power of a god!”
Asahara Shoko’s voice echoed through the grand hall of the Imperial Palace.
He floated in midair, dazzling white light radiating from his entire body.
Chen Mo, Tsuchimikado Rin, Gang Tianmeng, Sakamoto Ryuji, Abe Qingtian, Hattori Heizo, Sano Manatsu.
Seven players, all wearing grave expressions at this moment.
Asahara Shoko’s power far exceeded their imagination.
“Together!”
Chen Mo roared and charged forward first.
“Judgment!”
His eyes instantly turned into a deep, pitch-black abyss. A terrifying force erupted from within him, attempting to drag Asahara Shoko into the Judgment Domain.
“Wind Scythe!”
Tsuchimikado Rin followed closely behind, forming hand seals as countless wind blades screamed through the air, tearing it apart.
“Night Parade of a Hundred Demons!”
Abe Qingtian, suppressing his fear, gritted his teeth and summoned countless ghostly figures that surged toward Asahara Shoko.
“Die!”
Gang Tianmeng let out a furious roar. Dark-red steam exploded around his body as he shot forward like a cannonball toward Asahara Shoko.
“Hahahahaha!”
Asahara Shoko looked at the charging crowd, not a trace of panic on his face.
He merely raised his left hand lightly.
Buzz——
An invisible force burst forth from his body.
The moment Chen Mo’s Judgment Domain touched that force, it shattered like glass.
Tsuchimikado Rin’s wind blades abruptly halted when they reached within three feet of Asahara Shoko’s body, then fell weakly to the ground.
Abe Qingtian’s Night Parade of a Hundred Demons failed even to touch Asahara Shoko’s body. Bathed in holy light, they let out piercing shrieks before turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.
“Too weak.”
Asahara Shoko shook his head disdainfully.
“How can the power of mortals contend with that of a god?”
He extended a finger lightly.
Boom——！！！
Without any warning, an invisible colossal force descended from the heavens.
It was as if the entire sky had collapsed.
The hard white marble floor of the Imperial Palace instantly shattered, sinking a full half meter.
“Pff!”
Before Sakamoto Ryuji could even toss a coin, his entire body was slammed flat against the ground, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.
“Can’t… can’t move…”
Hattori Heizo tried to slip into the shadows, but the golden light was omnipresent, scorching away every last trace of darkness.
He was pinned tightly to the ground like an insect nailed to a specimen board.
Tsuchimikado Rin braced herself against the ground with her scabbard. A grating, teeth-aching sound of bones shattering came from her knees.
She clenched her teeth, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, yet she stubbornly refused to kneel.
And at the very front.
The one bearing the greatest pressure was Gang Tianmeng.
Crack! Crack!
Every bone in his body wailed under that terrifying weight.
Blood vessels burst, crimson instantly dyeing the ruins beneath his feet.
“So this is… the power of a god?”
Chen Mo knelt on one knee, both hands braced firmly against the ground, veins bulging violently on his neck.
Too strong.
This was not a battle on the same level at all.
“A bunch of ants.”
Asahara Shoko looked down at them from above, his gaze cold and indifferent.
“Since you refuse to kneel and repent, then…”
“Die.”
His finger twitched slightly, and the crushing pressure doubled once more!
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Sano Manatsu let out a shrill scream.
Despair spread through everyone’s hearts.
Just then.
“Heh… hehehe…”
A low, hoarse laugh, filled with frenzied battle intent, rose from the center of the ruins.
Asahara Shoko frowned slightly.
He saw that the gigantic man, drenched head to toe in blood, was actually under that mountain-like pressure, slowly… lifting his head.
Gang Tianmeng.
His skin had completely split open, turning him into a living mass of blood.
Yet the red light in his eyes burned brighter than ever, more blazing, more dazzling.
“It hurts… it hurts so much…”
“So exhilarating!!!”
Buzz——
A surge of dark-red steam suddenly erupted from within his body—it was blood mist formed from evaporating blood!
【Pain Conversion】
He burned his own life, burned his own soul.
He turned all the pain into his final strength.
“Roar——!!!”
Accompanied by a furious roar that shattered the firmament.
Gang Tianmeng actually endured that godly power like Mount Tai pressing down, and staggered as he stood back up!
His muscles were burning, his bones were shattering and reforming.
His figure expanded once more within the blood mist, like an Asura demon crawling out of hell.
“Pseudo-god!!!”
Gang Tianmeng slightly bent his legs, and the ground beneath his feet instantly exploded into a deep crater.
Boom!
Like a burning meteor, he surged upstream, charging toward Asahara Shoko in midair.
This was a mortal’s charge against a god.
This was flesh and blood challenging a torrent of faith.
This punch condensed the power of his entire life.
The air was compressed to the extreme, emitting a shrill sonic boom.
Where the fist wind passed, space itself seemed to twist.
“Die for me……!!!”
Gang Tianmeng’s fist was less than one meter away from Asahara Shoko’s face.
Everyone held their breath.
Chen Mo stared fixedly at that crimson figure, a trace of hope igniting in his eyes.
Could it work?
Could this punch break a god’s defense?
However.
Asahara Shoko looked at that fist capable of shattering mountains, yet there was not the slightest panic on his face.
He did not even make a motion to dodge.
He merely, lightly, let out a sigh.
“Foolish.”
He extended a single finger and lightly tapped it against Gang Tianmeng’s fist.
Fingertip met fist.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
No deafening roar.
Only silent annihilation.
Zzz—
Like a red-hot iron block thrown into a pile of snow.
Gang Tianmeng’s indestructible fist, at the instant it touched Asahara Shoko’s fingertip, actually began to disintegrate.
First the flesh, then the bones.
They turned into countless tiny glowing particles, dispersing into the air.
“Wh…at……”
Gang Tianmeng’s pupils abruptly contracted.
His power, his anger, his life, before the opponent’s vast, ocean-like power of faith, were like a speck of dust.
“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.”
Asahara Shoko said coldly.
Golden light rapidly spread along Gang Tianmeng’s arm.
Arm, shoulder, chest……
Gang Tianmeng’s body collapsed inch by inch within the light, turning into ashes.
“No…… I refuse!!!”
“I haven’t lost yet!!!”
This was the last sound Gang Tianmeng left in this world.
Until the final moment, he still maintained a charging posture, still swinging that fist that no longer existed.
Then.
The wind blew.
That once peerless warrior.
Completely disappeared.
Only dust filled the sky, dancing within the golden radiance.
【Player【Preacher】killed Player【Asura】】
【Current remaining players: 9】
……
The entire Imperial Palace plaza fell into dead silence.
Chen Mo’s hands were trembling.
Tsuchimikado Rin’s blade fell to the ground.
The coin in Sakamoto Ryuji’s hand slipped away.
They stared blankly at the drifting dust in the sky, an unprecedented chill surging from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of their heads.
Instant kill.
A true instant kill.
Their strongest physical damage dealer, after going all out and burning his life in a single strike, did not even touch the opponent’s clothes.
This kind of despair was more crushing than death.
“Th…this is a god?”
Off to the side, Abe Qingtian completely collapsed.
He looked at that figure hanging high in the air, all the pride and calculation in his eyes completely gone.
In their place was boundless terror.
His body trembled violently, his teeth chattered.
“Can’t win…… there’s no way to win……”
“We…… will all die……”
Abe Qingtian’s mentality completely broke.
The shikigami he took pride in were, before this “god”, not even as good as ants.
His so-called family honor looked utterly laughable at this moment.
“Hehe…… hehehe……”
He suddenly let out a hysterical laugh, crawling backward with both hands and feet.
“I’m not playing anymore…… I’m not playing!”
“I want to go home…… let me go……”
That once overbearing Onmyoji now looked like a homeless dog scared out of its wits.
……
Above the Imperial Palace.
Asahara Shoko withdrew his finger and looked down upon the group of players below who had already lost all will to fight, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“Have you seen it?”
“This is the consequence of defying a god.”