Chapter 172.

Above the Marunouchi super-high-rise building, thunderclouds rumbled and energy currents clashed, as if the heavens and earth were being sliced in two, revealing the visage of a cosmic struggle.

Hundreds of Greed Demons swarmed in from all directions, like a buzzing cloud of flies, filling the sky.

But upon closer inspection, these were not cloned avatars, but rather the "people" who had once been devoured, cannibalized, and absorbed by the Greed Demon.

They were not illusions, nor were they mere remains; men and women, old and young, of every skin color, race, profession, and faith, all were present.

A Tantric master in wide robes and wearing a mask sat cross-legged in the air, reciting secret mantras, with the manifestation of an eight-armed guardian deity appearing behind him, the prayer wheel in his palm spinning at high speed.

A demon-slaying swordsman holding a katana, draped in black and red battle attire, gritted his teeth and roared, lunging at Qi Xing from behind. His sword strikes were like ghostly shadows crossing the sky, as if intending to cut Master Leipu in two.

A Hermes magician draped in a silver-threaded robe and holding a scepter chanted Latin incantations aloud, summoning light bullets of starlight that poured down like rain.

Immediately following, right beside him, was a slim modern esper wearing headphones. With just a glance, the air around Qi Xing ignited into raging fire out of thin air.

These were just the relatively normal ones; there were also some things that were clearly wrong—

Like a corrupted Onmyoji covered in scriptures and radiating evil light;

A demonic musician carrying a violin case who drew a bowstring of flame;

And even some former Magical Girls, all of them roaring with mouths agape, charging at Qi Xing with sky-high fury!

They came from various systems, possessed various different abilities, and had various identities, yet without exception, they had all been outstanding talents and experts in their respective fields.

Now, however, they had all been chewed up by the Greed Demon; their power, skills, and selves had all been absorbed by the demon king.

From the most simple ghost-slaying swordsmanship to the most magnificent flame dragon sorcery,

The wrathful guardian deities summoned by Tantric arts unleashed all manner of magical artifacts,

Espers exerted gravitational pull, ultrasonic disturbance, spatial distortion, psychic interference…

At this moment, what Qi Xing faced was not just suppression by numbers.

It was a siege of power spanning countless fields, including Shinto, Tantric sorcery, Onmyoji arts, Hermes magic, European witchcraft, black magic, modern superpowers, Taoist methods… and more!

It was as if the entire supernatural world, all the "techniques" that had been devoured by the Greed Demon, had all come out in full force at this moment. Ten thousand techniques combined in an attack, striking at Master Leipu!

A vast, swarming mass formed by a huge crowd of people, as numerous as a cloud of flies.

Every person eaten by the Greed Demon was him, had become him.

Why not combine these people into one individual, instead of there still being so many?

Because if so many people were combined into one individual, it would inevitably be incomplete. It would mean digesting a part, discarding a part, taking the essence, and removing the dross.

But true "Greed" is: I want it all.

Memories, self, consciousness, all of it, everything!

This is the Legion.

Master Leipu could not even use thunder arts now, because the Greed Demon had previously molted and surpassed them.

What was to be done?

Kung fu, only kung fu.

Qi Xing would respond only with kung fu!

True energy coursed through his meridians, causing his muscles to bulge and his sinews to stretch, his entire body expanding rapidly like a sponge.

In an instant, his originally well-proportioned, 1.8-meter frame surged to over two meters tall, muscles knotted like iron cables, blood vessels coiling under his skin like pythons, violent as a sky-propping tough guy!

The eight-armed guardian deity summoned by the Tantric master had just condensed into form when Qi Xing stomped on the void and leaped before it. With three consecutive palms, he shattered the deity statue, then kicked the master in the heart, cutting off his breath, breaking the prayer wheel, and filling the sky with a blood mist!

Sword light slashed at his face; the demon-slaying swordsman stepped like a ghost, his sword intent chilling, enough to sever souls—but unexpectedly, Qi Xing moved, blocking the demonic blade with his bare hands.

Clang, clang, clang! Three strikes collided, sparks flying from both fingertips and blade. Qi Xing finally broke through his defense, closed the distance, struck with elbow and knee, and slammed a fist into his throat, hitting the swordsman so hard he spat blood, his bones cracking and sinews snapping!

Magic light bullets fell like a meteor shower. Qi Xing turned his left shoulder and punched upward with his right, a fierce, peerless Roc Fist shooting straight into the sky, actually shattering that "meteor shower" into scattering light dust!

"This is too absurd—" The Hermes magician Greed Demon hadn't finished speaking before Qi Xing killed his way to him, turning and striking his chest with a palm, shattering his bones.

Good kung fu!

Between heaven and earth, for a moment, only the sounds of fists and feet remained, along with the booming sounds of breaking bones and bursting muscles!

The Martial Immortal said nothing, his body leaping like a dragon or snake. These thousand-times-tempered fists and feet had simply reached the realm of gods and Buddhas!

He wove through attacks from all directions like a blazing solar whirlwind. All the sieges were either dodged, deflected, countered, or blocked by him, responding with god-like speed to these experts attacking with the momentum of mountains collapsing and seas overturning.

This was not just evasion; as long as he caught an opening, Qi Xing would strike like a tiger released from its cage, his fists and feet targeting the weak points and vital spots of these Greed Demons!

Regardless of the system or school, whatever spell or superpower, as long as they dared to come, Master Leipu would respond with kung fu!

An esper using telekinesis to attack his heart from a distance? He used his heart muscles to shake it away directly!

A dojutsu that petrifies you if seen by the eyes? He used speed to avoid the line of sight and beat them to death from behind!

Although he couldn't be called a grandmaster who founded a sect, Qi Xing could be considered proficient in all the martial arts of the world. Any method of exerting force or strength, he knew everything, understood everything.

If the enemy could be immune to the method that killed him once, if the enemy needed ten thousand moves to be killed, then just go ahead and unleash ten thousand and one moves!

At this moment, even the defeated Greed Demons could only marvel.

"Impressive, impressive! But, you cannot win this way, Master Leipu."

Greed Demon No. 167, while clapping, commented, "This is merely using brute force to clear away the surface; it cannot wound my root."

Indeed, that was true.

In terms of principle, this was no different from how Master Leipu usually went everywhere killing, wiping out the evil paths he encountered—though he pressed forward without hesitation, he was always treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

He was like someone carving a path through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood made of flies, but more flies kept coming in an endless stream.

One fell, and two replaced it; one was torn apart, and three reorganized, joining the battle one after another, replacing the "self" that had been defeated.

Dark clouds covered the sky, rain poured down in torrents, thunder and lightning flashed. This was the Greed Demon's world—the storm of the god Baal.

Even the thunder was no longer Qi Xing's companion. He continued the death struggle in the rain, not knowing when it would end, appearing as the very incarnation of an Asura.

Even with all his blocking, parrying, and deflecting—so many enemies, all of them had once been top-tier experts.

Sorcery exploded at his side, bullets whistled past his ears, demonic blades were like rain, sword light pierced the air.

Countless swords, spears, and halberds, sharp blades sliced through the air and also sliced through Qi Xing's skin.

The bullets and spells flying back and forth, more or less, also wounded him. The falling rain was dyed bright red.

More flies swarmed out, wanting to suck the warrior's blood.

But Qi Xing's expression remained unchanged.

"Humans have too many ways to kill. Besides kung fu, I have one more move that can break your immunity."

Flipping the "Dominator" silver coin from his fingertips, Qi Xing calmly said, "My blood is not shed in vain. Prepare for punishment,"

"Prepare to enter hell."

Volume 4: Evil Arts Magic City Tokyo: 159: At least he won't suddenly pull out an Enkidu.

Trial Space

After Hinata died the first time, Rin did not just watch from the sidelines.

Igniting her flaming katana, she bravely charged toward her father.

—And then, although she died a little more gracefully than Hinata, Rin was also killed in one hit by that invisible force.

The second round began.

The two young girls revived together in their original positions, waking up.

Hinata opened her eyes.

No wounds. No mutilation. Only the memory of death was so… real.

Hinata stood up in a daze, her breathing chaotic, her vision blurry.

Did I die?

How did I die? When? Wasn't I the one attacking? But why… why?

She subconsciously touched her chest; it wasn't crushed. There was no blood on her throat. There was even sweat remaining on her face. It was as if nothing had happened.

But that wasn't an illusion.

She had truly, certainly, been killed once… a second time.

That "feeling" of her body being crushed and her consciousness disintegrating still lingered in the back of her mind like a nightmare, poking at her nerves incessantly like a needle.

"Did I… just die? How is that possible… how is that possible?"

"That kind of thing… how is it possible? How could… I couldn't do anything…"

Incoherent, Hinata's voice was trembling, she was unsteady, and for a moment she almost fell to her knees.

—But just as she was about to kneel, Hinata was horrified to discover that the transformation on both her hands had unknowingly been undone.

Power was slipping from her fingertips, disappearing once again. That feeling of having lost it once before surged into her heart again.

"Sin World: Asura Transformation" will strengthen you into the strongest form you desire in your hearts.

Young Master spoke lazily at this moment,

"But if you lose your will to fight, this world will also respond to your desire—by turning you into the same thing as them."

After speaking, Young Master's burning golden eyes turned toward the pile of bones on the ground, and he smiled slightly,

"From a biological perspective, these guys are actually still alive."

"They just died too many times and have lost the will to live. In the end, the form they 'desired' most in their hearts became this—bones that will never die again."

"How pathetic."

"So-called training until you become bones, that's what it's about, isn't it."

"If you don't want to become things like this, you need to work a bit harder, young ladies."

—What should I do?

"I can still fight, I can still fight, I can still fight!"

Hinata hurriedly called out and jumped up, repeating it desperately. Her voice was trembling, her posture was disheveled, but that persistence for survival reached deep down.

Her transformation form, which was about to disintegrate, immediately re-condensed.

Rin, watching from the side, could only sigh softly and straighten her back again.

"In the past, in the High Plain of Heaven, the deity who sat in majesty and brilliance was called Uriel."

"The deity commands the raging flames of fire, masters the brilliant light of the heavenly sun, illuminates the darkness, and judges evil souls."

"Therefore, guarding the gate of the Underworld, suppressing all demons and driving back evil spirits!"

She began to chant,

"With utmost sincerity, I offer this wish."

"Styleless: Exorcism of Ghostly Gods!"

Black divine fire immediately surged out, forming a massive, six-winged Tengu battle-body burning fiercely around Rin.

Controlling the black flame battle-body, she took a step forward, shielding Hinata within the black flames as well—

—However, Young Master glanced at his daughter's actions and retorted:

"Girl, you've been tricked by that fox into being this Guardian of the North for too long."

"Shielding others from the wind and rain, isn't that the job of an umbrella? Is fire that kind of thing?"

As soon as the words fell, that invisible, intangible force of oppression descended with a boom!