High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 111 - 98: Listen to a Song—Today, No Charge

But the difference was that his neck was not severed; it was only half cut open!

However, this partial cut had already overturned Bai Fen’s understanding, causing him to retreat two or three steps in astonishnt.

He hurriedly circulated his Spiritual Qi to heal, feeding himself two Healing Elixirs, which allowed the wound to begin healing rapidly.

Even so, the fear lingered.

Cold sweat appeared on Bai Fen’s forehead, his brow furrowed, as he looked at Chen Kuang across from him, his expression uncertain.

That trick again?! How is this possible?!

He had just confird that there were no traces of the Qiankun Art of Divination nearby, and Chen Kuang did not carry the scent of the Southern Barbarian Curse.

Moreover, it hadn’t happened in previous encounters, leading him to believe it was rely a one-ti life-saving trick by his opponent.

But unexpectedly, it happened again...

Why does he repeatedly get injured by his own power?

This should not be a technique available at the Innate Realm, or even Middle Three Grades!

Could it be that this person is under the protection of a pseudo-Saint or even a Saint?!

Chen Kuang raised his head, noticing the wound on his neck, grinning, with a rare hint of madness in his eyes:

"Since you want to kill , let’s make a wager! Bet on whether you’ll kill first, or..."

The young man tilted his head, softly saying, "You might end up killing yourself first?"

As Bai Fen was no longer releasing his pressure, Chen Kuang could move. He slowly stepped forward.

Bai Fen instinctively stepped back again.

As Chen Kuang took the step, his aura surged once more!

From Innate integration, it instantly broke through to a virtual force!!!

Bai Fen’s eyes widened; decades of cultivation understanding shook and crumbled in an instant.

No reason for it, such a thing... how could it happen repeatedly?!!!

Bai Fen instinctively gulped, his throat unbelievably dry, as if the wound hadn’t healed.

What on earth is this fellow?!

Bai Fen realized Chen Kuang’s wound would heal quickly, but he hadn’t expected even such fatal injuries could be instantly cured.

Moreover, what’s more horrifying is that every ti he’s killed, his cultivation seems to break through.

Cold sweat erged from Bai Fen’s back.

At this rate, he might never be able to kill him, while Chen Kuang would grow stronger.

At this mont, fear silently crept into Bai Fen’s heart.

It’s not fear of the opponent’s strength, but because he couldn’t comprehend the scene before him.

No logic applies; Chen Kuang’s existence is like an entity that shouldn’t exist.

Impossible, this must be an illusion!

Another illusion!

He must find a way to break it! If he can’t kill him, then crush him, destroying every inch of flesh!

He can’t believe it won’t kill him then!

Bai Fen stomped his foot, his gaze montarily fierce as he looked at Chen Kuang: "Fine! Then let’s wager!"

"Today, I will definitely kill you!"

His figure disappeared instantly, the sword enveloped in flas, crashing towards Chen Kuang.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Chen Kuang was instantly sent flying, Bai Fen pressed down on him, plunging the sword into his heart, dragging him along, transforming into raging flas, seemingly intent on grinding him into pulp.

He felt as if crushed by a train engine or trampled by a hundred elephants.

His Spiritual Qi lded into his flesh and bones amidst this pressure; Chen Kuang closed his eyes, his body faintly draped in a layer of moon-white robe, protecting his heart and limbs—the Fourth Aspect, "Moon Robe".

Bai Fen indeed found a good solution.

Chen Kuang’s healing relies on his body remaining intact.

If limbs are severed, he cannot conjure them out of thin air.

In the illusion chased by Di Wu, he lost an arm, unable to grow it back.

Bai Fen seed determined; countless similar wounds appeared on his own body, soon erasing a layer of skin on his face, revealing bloodied muscles beneath.

His whole body suffered the sa.

In this suppression, Chen Kuang soon hovered at the brink of life and death once more.

But this ti, the extended second seed to only prolong his physical agony.

So painful, more painful than any mont before.

In a haze, a thought flashed through Chen Kuang’s mind.

Why must he live in such pain?

This should be a difficult question to answer.

But soon, Chen Kuang’s mind provided the answer.

It’s not that he dwells in pain; he’s pursuing it, like an eagle chasing a rabbit, instinctively.

In the Celestial Prison, amidst chaotic armies, before one pursuer after another...

In the pain of these entanglents, he finds the thrill of narrowly surviving, heart racing, blood flowing joyfully.

"Heh heh..."

Bai Fen thought he misheard, but looking down, he was horrified to find Chen Kuang, despite his disfigured face, actually showing a brilliantly radiant smile.

This is perhaps one of Chen Kuang’s rare earnest smiles.

Yet it made Bai Fen’s heart stop in that instant.

He’s indeed a battle maniac, but in truth, he only enjoys the thrill of defeating others, not the thrill of battle itself.

His challenges stopped years ago; one reason was age, the other when he realized he couldn’t defeat the one ahead, he chose to stop.