Chapter 37

Black Spartacus also carefully scrutinized the transformed Rep-Man. He looked at Qi Xing's current bone mask, golden battle armor, and the blazing great scythe.

"As far as I know, there are two types of people who obtain a silver coin. The former will be controlled by the silver coin because their own desires are insufficient."

Then he grinned, "Only those with deep and grand desires can control the silver coin in their hands. Master Leipu, clearly your desires are also insatiable—very good, very good!"

He was actually very happy!

As the clash between the two sides temporarily paused and the shockwaves subsided, another team of Voodoo Warriors arrived from outside the battlefield.

These guys, who looked like tokusatsu henchmen, either surrounded Qi Xing—a very stupid action—or tried to take the opportunity to bypass Qi Xing and attack the Association—which was even stupider.

However, just as Qi Xing intended to kill all of these henchmen as well… something incredible happened.

"Who allowed you to join the fight?"

Black Spartacus waved his hand, and the twenty-some Voodoo Warriors all fell down dead in unison, turning into burning chunks of flesh. The burn marks on the edges of the flesh were still glowing.

"My stage with Master Leipu is no place for you to embarrass yourselves."

He was actually so impatient that he killed all of his own subordinates in one go!

Whether they were trying to surround Qi Xing or charging toward the Association, all those Voodoo Warriors died instantly!

For a moment, even Qi Xing couldn't help but frown: "What is the meaning of this?"

"How could I let trash defile the stage for you and me."

The black man laughed again, "Master Leipu, you have brought out your real skills now. If you want to cherish the dolls on your side, you should move them further away."

What… huh? What on earth is this guy talking about?

At first, Qi Xing didn't even understand what Black Spartacus meant. It took about a second for him to realize what the black man was talking about.

Simply put, in the eyes of Black Spartacus, all those exorcists hiding in the Association headquarters were at best just dolls playing house with Qi Xing.

Since Qi Xing was afraid they would get broken during the fight, he should put them further back and move them out of the battlefield. After all, the two of them were about to use their real skills to fight with full force.

Even before they had used their full strength, the shockwaves of their battle were already terrifying enough to crush any weaklings within three hundred feet whose power wasn't top-tier.

If they really used the power of the silver coin to fight a full-blown mythological war, could those dozen or so weak dolls hiding in the back and buffing Qi Xing possibly survive?

So the black man didn't mind if Qi Xing stopped now to move these exorcists further away before coming back to continue the fight.

Is he crazy? — Qi Xing really wanted to say that, but his intuition told him otherwise.

Precisely because he had used the silver coin himself now, Qi Xing understood even more clearly — Black Spartacus probably genuinely felt that, apart from Silver Coin Messengers, other humans were nothing more than flesh puppets for them to manipulate.

This black man believed from the bottom of his heart, without a doubt, that his "strength" naturally placed him above other weak humans. Only another Silver Coin Messenger was worthy of breathing and speaking in his presence.

He was truly a bit insane. However, his words weren't entirely unreasonable.

So Qi Xing pulled out his gourd, turned to face the dozen or so exorcists in the Association hall, injected the power of the Dominator into the gourd, and shouted: "Collect."

No sooner said than done! Before the exorcists could react, all ten-plus of them were sucked into the gourd by Qi Xing! Qi Xing put the lid on and calmly put it away!

In the past, this gourd could hold at most a few dozen people, and it would become very crowded. It could only suck in pure, ordinary muggles who had no power to resist. However, Osiris is the God of Plants and also the God of the Dominator. Therefore, the interior of this gourd now has a space of its own, capable of holding thousands of people to survive inside without any issue. Furthermore, it could suck in weaklings directly, without even giving them a chance to resist Qi Xing's command.

As long as he used the power of the First silver coin to enhance his own spells and magical artifacts, and as long as the compatibility was right, he could naturally accomplish such a small thing with ease.

"Why move them further away? If you're still worried, protecting them like this is enough." After collecting the exorcists, Qi Xing said calmly.

The power of the silver coin is by no means limited to just a few fixed skills corresponding to its mythological prototype. How to extend and combine it with its divine attributes depends entirely on the Messenger themselves.

"Interesting." Seeing Qi Xing's unexpected move once again, Black Spartacus laughed even more happily, "Do you have any other new tricks?"

Good question. Qi Xing didn't waste any more words. He strode forward and walked toward the black man.

At first, he was slow, his heavy golden-armored footsteps stepping steadily onto the relatively soft ground.

But immediately after, Qi Xing suddenly started to accelerate. Each step gently shook the rock and soil, leaving a huge dent in the ground.

The great scythe in his hand seemed ready to strike, pointing directly at his opponent, who was also a Silver Coin Messenger. What kind of power was hidden within that massive scythe?

Hahaha aside, Black Spartacus never underestimated Qi Xing's power as a fellow Messenger. He was not an opponent so easily dealt with. While smiling, he also raised his focus to the extreme, concentrating on meeting Qi Xing's new move.

Dazzling multicolored light began to surge from his body again, and an illusion of a Voodoo King slowly emerged from behind him—it was an incomparably huge dark war god, its body woven from blood and flames, holding a different weapon in each hand: a blood-stained scimitar and a burning bone staff. The chaotic light and shadow rose into the sky, like a tsunami swallowing the earth, with raging waves twisting into a vortex.

Standing in the center of this light and shadow, he seemed to have become the incarnation of a demon god.

He saw Qi Xing slowly raise the great scythe in his hand, kick off the ground, and his figure suddenly accelerated, a golden afterimage tearing through the air, getting closer and closer to him.

This was a critical moment. But Black Spartacus didn't think there was any problem. He remained standing, and a confident smile already curled at the corners of his mouth.

He saw through everything. He already knew how much divine power this great scythe had, and also knew how to block it.

— Until he saw Qi Xing's arm suddenly flick.

— The golden scythe was actually thrown away directly by Qi Xing!

In an instant, the great scythe was tumbling and spinning in the air, its golden trajectory like a comet breaking through the night, as if it had been injected with a soul and will. It leaped into the air on its own and cleaved down toward Black Spartacus!

His gaze was instinctively drawn to this scythe containing infinite divine power, but at the same time. In an instant, his pupils constricted, and he was suddenly shocked to realize —

— Qi Xing's true killing move was never in the artifact and authority that the power of the silver coin suddenly gifted him.

What person with a normal brain would entrust their confidence and trump card to a new cheat that was sent just a few days ago? Especially a cheat sent by an idiot evil god!

What Qi Xing believed in was always himself!

The golden figure had disappeared behind the great scythe.

Black Spartacus flew up with a kick, kicking away the great scythe that was attacking on its own under Qi Xing's command. However, it was already too late.

"With my true qi, I unite the creation of heaven and earth."

Qi Xing's figure flashed by like lightning, so fast that even gods couldn't keep up. Bright electricity burst from his palm, transforming into a lightning blade.

"Sever all evil, banish all spirits — obey the command!"

His ultimate move had bloomed amidst the enemy's momentary misjudgment.

The Thunder-Fire Sword swept out, like a lightning dragon rushing, like divine punishment descending. The sword aura tore through the void, so fast that even light was cut.

A gale exploded on Black Spartacus, the Voodoo illusion roared, but nothing could stop it.

The sword light had arrived. The thunderous sword radiance slammed into Black Spartacus's chest. He lowered his head, only having time to see a golden sword mark torn into his solid muscular chest and abdomen.

"Impressive." A strange smile appeared on the corners of Black Spartacus's mouth, as if it were surprise, and also as if it were excitement.

But Qi Xing did not go easy at all; he had already driven the thunder and fire, exploding along the wound, and blasted the black man's body from the middle of his chest — directly into two halves!

Is it over? For some reason, Qi Xing had absolutely no feeling of having defeated a real Silver Coin Messenger for the first time.

His thousand-times tempered kung fu still made him feel… that the "sensation" of his hit wasn't right.

The great scythe flew back to Qi Xing's side, emitting a barely audible buzzing warning.

He pulled back a bit of distance again, turning to carefully look at his enemy. The black man's flesh, blasted by the thunder and fire, was trembling.

The charred flesh was turning into black smoke and dissipating, the electric light extinguished, and the wound had actually recovered in an instant!

No, that was not healing. It was more like the wound had never existed.

Black Spartacus's body seemed to be just an illusion; all damage was nothing more than a reflection cast on the surface of a lake, wiped away by ripples, leaving no trace behind.

"Impressive, fellow. Your kung fu is indeed more brilliant than my war dance! In a head-on battle, I probably can't win against you today."

He raised his arms, not stingy at all in giving praise to Qi Xing, his momentum not decreasing but increasing, "It's a pity that I also have my own specialty."

A rebellious arc curled at the corners of his mouth, and as he slowly spread his arms, he declared an absolute fact — "I am actually immortal."

Qi Xing finally frowned deeply, this isn't right. Where the hell does this mythological power come from?

041: The Truth About Box Weapons

Five minutes later, Qi Xing had killed Black Spartacus three more times in pieces.

The first time, he used the Thunder-Fire Sword to cut the black man vertically into two halves — but it made no difference; his left and right sides were completely separated by the thunder light blade, with the wound torn and scorched by flames. However, in just an instant, the black man's body turned into a ball of black smoke and was blown away by the gale. Then, like a shadow reflected on the lake, it gently twisted, hazy, and condensed again.

Not to mention his body, even the creases on his pants were exactly the same as before, as if Qi Xing's strike had never happened.

The second time, Qi Xing admitted that his ultimate thunder technique might still be insufficient. So he raised the golden great scythe and chopped off Black Spartacus's head with one strike.

The scorching sun fire tore through his flesh, slashing diagonally through his spine until his whole body exploded.

However, before the flames had even extinguished, everything around suddenly began to reverse. The sparks in the air flowed backward, the flying dust returned to its place, the blood flowed back into the big black man's body, and even the blade marks, under the guidance of an invisible force, changed back to an uninjured state.

Time-based authority? No way? Qi Xing had killed a time-based archmage once, and he felt this time was different.

The third time, Qi Xing directly used a heavy thunderous punch to completely blast Black Spartacus's head, dug out his heart, and crushed it!

But it was still useless. The black man's blasted flesh was like countless broken mirror shards spinning in the air, each piece reflecting his confident smile. The next instant, Qi Xing blasted and burned all the flesh to nothing. But an intact, black muscular body still stepped slowly out from the mirror surface, without any scars, without any flaws.

It was too damn strange. As Qi Xing fought, he just felt no sensation, as if he were hitting air.

In this situation, some might say: "In a world where you do lewd things, isn't there a lot of ways to make someone wish they were dead when dealing with an immortal body?" Indeed, but the premise is being able to grab, control, and bind.

After Qi Xing transformed using the silver coin's power, his combat fighting power was already superior to Black Spartacus. Before the black man's war dance was finished, and before he had fully unleashed his power, he would be interrupted by Qi Xing's lightning-fast punches.

Now Qi Xing could kill him three times in five minutes, beating Black Spartacus so that he couldn't successfully fight back at all — but this didn't mean Qi Xing could just pin the black man to the ground and have his way with him. There was still a big gap.

The black man could no longer land effective hits on Qi Xing. But Qi Xing still needed to block and dodge. And he could never deal effective damage to the black man.

The battle situation was somewhat deadlocked for a while. A deadlock meant the scene was starting to become boring.

"Let's stop here for today." So, just as Qi Xing was considering whether or not to try Osiris's judgment authority, the black man suddenly spoke.

"My war dance is indeed inferior to your kung fu; I admit defeat on this point, and I have gained much." He clapped while still laughing.

"But Master Leipu, you are holding the silver coin too tightly. Only those who don't understand their own desires need to fear the silver coin losing control. It is not an external object at all, but your own true heart."

He had already been chopped into two halves by Qi Xing twice; his head blasted once. And yet he was still laughing!

"What did that magic Nazi say again? [The essence of magic is to do what thou wilt]. You only use the silver coin to construct armor for protection, and then blast out divine power with your fists — strong as it is, it lacks elegance."

While laughing, he was actually critiquing Qi Xing's skills. It was as if he were a judge in a music talent competition, "Being loyal to one's desires is what a Silver Coin Messenger is. Next time, I hope to see more self-expression from you."

After speaking, Black Spartacus turned and walked away. How could Qi Xing just let him run away like this? Even if he couldn't kill him, he had to at least catch him first!

Injecting the silver coin power of the Dominator into his lips and tongue, Qi Xing reached out, pointed his sword finger at the target, locked onto his energy, and chanted: "Freeze!"

The prohibition technique uses true qi to set up restrictive laws to control a specified target. Qi Xing used the Dominator silver coin to drive it, and the laws of the universe immediately pushed his true qi to gush out endlessly, about to suppress Black Spartacus — — however, this true qi didn't hit anything, and didn't catch anything.