Sign-In System: Starting With Invincible Physique

Chapter 51: Kill

The moment Rhain’s command dropped.

"KILL!"

Roderick Graves let out a thunderous cry.

His tyrannical Level 9 Essence Condensation aura erupted like a boiling volcano.

Gripping his heavy, bloodstained broadsword with both hands, he lunged forward.

Noran and the remaining Azure Cloud and Graves family experts followed one after another.

They drew their weapons and surged forward, turning into streaks of deadly light as they clashed violently with the Ironpeak and Barlowe forces.

"Wait here for a moment," Rhain said softly.

Seris firmly nodded her head.

The four elders were now freed, although they were not at their peak state, their strength was still at sixth to eight level of Condensation Realm.

They can keep Seris and Torin safe as long as Vargas, and other three don’t attack.

Rhain dashed.

Gale-Treading Steps!

His footwork was so precise and profoundly fluid that it seemed as if he were walking on the wind itself.

In the blink of an eye, he bypassed the chaotic skirmishes breaking out across the hall, hurtling straight toward Drask.

"Arrogant brat! Do you think you can just march through us?"

A furious shout rang out from the side.

An elder wearing the crimson robes of the Barlowe family abruptly stepped into Rhain’s path, his face twisted in a scornful sneer.

Essence Condensation—Level 4!

He circulated his essence, raising a heavy mace, intending to smash Rhain’s skull into paste.

Rhain’s pace didn’t slow, nor did he bother to look at the elder.

He simply raised his bare right hand and threw a casual punch.

To the Level 4 elder, the movement looked completely ordinary.

But the pure physical force filled within that casual strike was something his mind could not possibly comprehend.

CRACK!

The elder’s cruel sneer vanished in a flash.

The mace in his hands was effortlessly blown away, and Rhain’s fist drove straight into the man’s neck.

The elder’s neck snapped at a horrifying angle.

Rhain didn’t even bother to look back.

He didn’t care if the man was dead or alive.

His figure closed the distance to Drask in the blink of an eye.

Without holding back a single ounce of his power, Rhain raised his hand.

Void Fist!

The dark essence gathered in his fist, compressing the very air around them.

"Don’t you dare look down on me!" Drask’s booming voice rang with rage and shame.

Drask channeled every single drop of his Level 9 essence into his right arm, a dense layer layer of metallic-grey essence encased his fist, forming the shape of a massive, roaring beast’s head.

It was the Ironpeak Sect’s signature technique—the Uncommon-Grade Iron-Rending Strike!

"Die for me!" Drask venomously spat.

The two fists collided in mid-air.

For exactly one-tenth of a second, Drask thought he had the upper hand.

And then—his Level 9 condensation defense shattered.

The compressed dark essence phased straight through his guard and detonated directly inside his arm.

"What the hell...?" Drask’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

Flesh tore and blood flowed from Drask’s fist.

"AAAHHHHH!"

Drask let out a shriek of agony.

The overwhelming physical force behind the strike didn’t stop there.

Drask’s massive body was violently lifted off the ground, and crashed heavily onto the cold stone floor, skidding for a dozen paces before finally coming to a halt.

He scrambled to push himself up, looking at Rhain with astonishment, confusion, and stupefaction.

An Essence Awakening youth had just defeated him in a direct clash!

He really wanted to slap himself and check if this is for real.

But the pain in his hand reminded him that no matter how absurd it looked, it was as true as the sun and the moon.

"Don’t underestimate him, Drask."

Vargas’s figure came to his side.

His hideous, scarred face no longer carried its previous sadistic sneer.

Instead, he stared at the Rhain n the distance with great solemnity.

"His strength completely defies the logic of the Awakening Realm. If we fight him alone, we will only be defeated one by one," Vargas spoke in a chilling voice, "We attack together."

Hearing this, Drask’s face turned ugly.

It was humiliating for him to gang up against someone who had not yet even stepped in the Condensation Realm.

But pride was useless to a corpse.

Drask swallowed his immense humiliation and gave a stiff, heavy nod.

"Do not clash with him directly!" Drask warned through clenched teeth.

"Understood," Vargas hissed.

"Bang!"

The two peak Level 9 experts burst forth simultaneously.

They perfectly split their trajectories, pouncing toward Rhain from the left and right, sealing off any possible avenue of escape.

The two Level 9 experts arrived in the blink of an eye.

Drask swung his uninjured left arm in a sweeping arc, while Vargas thrust a dagger straight toward Rhain’s throat.

Facing the attacks from two peak experts, Rhain just took a step forward.

Shadow Flicker Steps!

The moment Rhain’s foot touched the floor, his body seemingly fractured into three identical afterimages.

Vargas’s dagger pierced through the dark-robed figure’s chest.

But there was no sound of tearing flesh. No blood.

The figure disappeared into a wisp of dark mist.

"An afterimage!" Vargas’s pupils shrank, his scalp going numb.

Before his brain could even, a chilling gust of wind blew past his ear.

"Behind you." Vargas alarmed sharply.

Rhain had materialized directly behind Drask, with dark essence wrapped tightly around his hand.

Void Fist!

The dark essence swirling around his knuckles was compressed to the extreme.

Rhain had practiced the dual combination of Shadow Flicker Steps and Void Fist thousands of times before, but it was the first time that he used both of these rare grade martial arts simultaneously in the battle.

Drask hadn’t even managed to retract his arm before the fist arrived.

"No—!" Drask desperately twisted his waist to dodge.

BANG!

Rhain’s fist struck the center of Drask’s back.

With a crackling sound, Drask’s spine fractured.

"Guh—AAAAAH!"

Drask spat out a massive mist of blood mixed with pulverized organ fragments, his knees buckling as the devastating internal shockwave ripped through his kidney and liver.

Vargas didn’t waste even a fraction of a second on concern for his partner.

He pivoted instantly, his scarred face twisted into a mask of calculated fury, and lunged at Rhain’s back with his blood-red dagger aimed squarely between the shoulder blades.

Shadow Flicker Step.

Rhain flickered again.

One position to another, separated by a brief smear of shadow so dark it seemed to swallow the surrounding light.

Vargas’s dagger sliced through empty air.

Rhain appeared at his flank — inside his guard, closer than any opponent had ever survived being.

The compressed point of abyssal essence drove into Vargas’s ribs.

The sensation was unlike anything Vargas had ever experienced in his decades of slaughter.

There was no external impact. The strike simply passed through his condensation-essence reinforced body, and detonated inside.

Vargas felt three of his ribs simultaneously crack from within.

He staggered sideways, blood frothing at the corners of his lips, his dead eyes flickering with something they had not contained in decades.

Fear.

"What kind of technique is this?" Vargas screamed, that sent another wave of pain in his body.

No one answered him, Rhain was already moving.

He appeared behind Drask, who had barely managed to force himself upright.

Before Drask could even raise his arms to block, Rhain’s fist drove into his lower back.

"AAAARGH!"

Drask screamed again— a raw, animalistic sound stripped of all dignity.

He collapsed to his hands and knees, vomiting a torrent of dark blood onto the golden stone floor.

Rhain ignored Drask, and instantly turned around, his pupils ignited with a golden light as he simply turned his head two inches to the left, avoiding the blood red dagger that whistled past his ear.

In the same motion, Rhain drove his elbow backward into Vargas’s sternum.

Although it wasn’t Void Fist, Rhain’s raw physical strength was still formidable.

CRACK.

Vargas’s sternum fractured down its center.

The impact lifted him off his feet and sent him skidding across the polished stone, his boots carving deep grooves into the floor before he crashed into the base of a golden pillar.

Vargas slumped, his chest rising and falling heavily in wheezing gasps.

He looked up at Rhain through a curtain of blood dripping from a gash above his brow.

Rhain wasn’t even breathing hard.

"Is this all you have?" Rhain asked as he walked step by step towards Vargas, "Get up, I am not done torturing you yet."