I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1027 - 321 The Secret of Wang Ying

Chapter 1027: Chapter 321: The Secret of Wang Ying

Chapter 1027 -321: The Secret of Wang Ying

The fist hammered into the Divine Armor’s chest, where the vibrant feathers of the Phoenix King appeared soft yet were extraordinarily sturdy. Each plume was like a razor blade, injuring Hook Chen, and the force from the Divine Armor, having dissipated eighty percent of its strength, plunged into Wang Chan’s chest. This caused the Saint Child’s eyes to instantly fill with blood vessels as if they were about to burst, with jets of blood spurting out from his mouth, nose, and ears.

That was the first punch!

Before the right fist could retract, the left swung out like a rushing dragon emerging from the sea, howling as it rushed towards Wang Chan’s lower abdomen. If this punch landed, Wang Chan would have no strength left to fight back; the fight would be over.

The fist moved inch by inch closer to Wang Chan’s lower abdomen, nearly making contact when a talisman appeared between the fist and his right rib. A bizarre-looking Corpse Refiner emerged, blocking this punch for Wang Chan.

Was this the strange Corpse Refiner specifically crafted to counter body cultivators?!

By the time Hook Chen realized what was happening, it was already too late. The fist, imbued with the power of Yin and Yang’s shared origin, had blasted the Corpse Refiner’s body apart. Then, an even more ferocious force surged along his arm, knocking Tang Luo flying.

After dissipating this force and stabilizing his form, Wang Chan had already run a good distance away. Hook Chen utilized the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique to give chase.

Wang Chan was, after all, injured and unable to use the seven-colored light escape technique due to the contamination of his seven Phoenix King feathers by Blood Fiend’s filth, which meant the distance between them was closing.

In no more than ten breaths, he would be caught up by Hook Chen.

With his jawbone smeared with blood and flesh and half his face and mask eroded by Blood Fiend, Hook Chen now looked like a vengeful ghost, out for souls. Despite Wang Chan’s frantic efforts to widen the gap, it was in vain. Feeling the wind from behind drawing closer and closer, even the Saint Child of the Wang Clan could not help but flash a hint of despair across his face.

The only thing that could help him escape now was the secret technique that used his essence blood, which would deal substantial damage to his foundation if used in his current state. Nevertheless, he had no other choice at this moment.

Just as he resolved to resort to the secret blood technique, Wang Ying’s voice suddenly rang out from the Soul Palace, “Wang Chan, release the Three Yin Corpse Refiner. I’ll cover for you. After you have recuperated, you can seek revenge against Hook Chen!”

“Shut up! I know what to do, I don’t need your advice!”

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“But Wang Chan, you can’t get away like this.”

Sitting by the edge of the pool at only eight years old, Wang Ying wore a serious expression, “Let me do it. I’m really not that useful anyway. You now have Wang Han’s body art, and I won’t need to be embodied anymore. If all I do is eat and drink, you’ll get annoyed with me, let me go!”

“You just keep eating and drinking; I am the Saint Child of the Wang Clan of Zhongzhou, I don’t need an eight-year-old kid to fight my battles!”

Wang Ying chuckled and coughed, “Actually, I have two secrets I never told you. I’m really only seven; and also, I can control this body too!”

As the earliest personality to appear, Wang Ying was very strong. If he wanted to, he could even fight Wang Chan for control of the body, but he had never done so. If it hadn’t been for Wang Chan being scared for his life by the devil, Wang Ying probably would never have taken over control.

From the moment he was born, he had loved his younger brother Wang Chan, from the beginning to now.

Just as when he was seven years old, Wang Chan’s body was now dominated by another strong will. It reached out for a talisman sealed with a Corpse Refiner on its own, skillfully infused Spiritual Power into it, and summoned the Corpse Refiner.

This time, Wang Chan’s consciousness was alert throughout, and he clearly saw that without any soul transference processes, Wang Ying’s soul directly departed from the Soul Palace and entered the Corpse Refiner of the Three Yin bodies.

“Stop it! I told you to stop, did you not hear me?”

Wang Chan screamed with tears streaming down his face, but no matter how he tried to stop it, his body would not heed his commands, and the usually obedient Wang Ying was even more indifferent to his orders.

“Wang Chan, you go on. If you ever visit the Kitchen God Building in Zhongzhou, don’t forget to order a few more Prosperity Ducks!”

After uttering these indifferent words, Wang Ying, now a soul within a Corpse Refiner, pounced toward the approaching Devil Lord Hook Chen, unstoppable and fearless.

Although in the same Corpse Refiner, Wang Ying’s combat style was radically different from Wang Han’s. If Wang Han’s martial techniques were a kind of artistry in killing honed to perfection, then Wang Ying’s martial techniques were more like a frenzied and brutal assault, savage and primal.

The red Evil Qi was like a wolf claw tearing open the sky canopy, carrying a torrential tide of blood. Wang Ying clashed with the Devil Lord Hook Chen.

But this time, unlike six months ago, Tang Luo, who had comprehended the unity of yin and yang, knocked Wang Ying away with a single strike, gaining the absolute upper hand. But a Corpse Refiner that could be repaired by the Blood Fiend, though injured, would still ferociously attack again, often healing its wounds in the blink of an eye.

Under normal circumstances, even for a body technique master like Devil Lord Hook Chen, shaking off such a relentless Corpse Refiner would take an unknown amount of effort, and by that time, Wang Chan would have long since run off to who knows where.

If that had been the case, it would have all been for naught considering Tang Luo’s long and careful planning: the transference of his soul had triggered the Fallen Imperial Primordial Magnetism Divine Bead, and from within the Yuan Magnetic Storm, a pillar of lightning struck the Corpse Refiner who couldn’t dodge in time.

The supremely yang and rigid force of lightning was the nemesis of the Blood Fiend, and the punishment brought by the six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads seemed unending. The Evil Qi on the Corpse Refiner’s body was visibly fading. Once the Evil Qi was completely exhausted, the lightning would erase the runes on the Corpse Refiner’s body, turning it into a truly dead corpse, and the trapped soul within would wither and die, no matter how powerful it once was.

These thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads, already evolved from ancient Taoist magical artifacts, reached the utmost limits in suppressing such demonic forces. To deal with a Corpse Refiner, which would be extremely troublesome for a body technique grandmaster, it would only take one lightning pillar to annihilate it. It had to be said that the mutual generation and restraint among all things was indeed interesting.

Just as the Corpse Refiner was about to be refined by the divine lightning, suddenly, a Yin-Yang Array Diagram appeared, cutting off the lightning pillar and releasing Wang Ying. Looking up, it was none other than Wang Chan, who had fled but now returned, accompanied by a scarecrow dressed in exquisite spiritual robes and wearing a crown with twelve beaded pendants. The Yin-Yang Array Diagram that cut off the lightning had been drawn by that scarecrow.

The pale-faced but proud Wang Chan, who had returned, said, “I have said it before, the Saint Child of the Wang Clan of the South does not need a seven-year-old lad to cover his retreat!”

This must have been directed at the Corpse Refiner who had narrowly escaped death. Its face, greatly diminished by the loss of Evil Qi, showed obvious terror. It quickly darted toward Wang Chan and hid behind him upon turning and seeing him.

“The Saint Child dares to come back?” Hook Chen tilted his head, his half-mangled face opening and closing as if intrigued by Wang Chan’s current actions, “Do you think that adding a pile of rotten straw and a decaying corpse could defeat me, or are you aware that you have been locked on and, unable to avoid, would rather fight to the death?”

Wang Chan, accompanied by the Corpse Refiner and the scarecrow, was pale but carried an indescribable confidence.

“The situation is different now, sir, you better be careful!”

With a smile, revealing two rows of white teeth, Wang Chan narrowed his eyes and chuckled, “Just don’t expose your weakness, otherwise your entire clan will have to die out because of this affair!”