Chapter 121: Chapter 120 Breaking Through the Defense
The scene shattered. The laboratory could not possibly withstand their fight and was on the verge of collapse.
Both Ye Fan and the Demon Emperor were injured to varying degrees. Originally, Ye Fan’s combat power was greater than the Demon Emperor’s, but with the latter’s layers of technological defenses, he could only fight him to a standstill. The strength of a Martial Artist is imnse, but the power of technology is just as formidable. Neither can be completely ignored, or the result would be a grueso death.
At this mont, Ye Fan struggled to his feet. The battle had pushed him into a crisis, but the Demon Emperor was in even worse shape. The two locked in combat once more, but this ti Ye Fan only defended passively, seemingly searching for a fatal weakness. The Demon Emperor scoffed, thinking Ye Fan couldn’t hold on for much longer.
But just then, Ye Fan unleashed the Faceless Divine Skill. The mont he did, the Demon Emperor felt an imnse pressure bear down on him. The Faceless Divine Skill was a signature technique of Ye Fan’s own creation, encompassing a myriad of Cultivation Techniques. He had relied on it to beco the foremost of the Seven Kings, a testant to its unimaginable importance. The instant the technique manifested, the Demon Emperor felt his body suffer a rapid series of devastating blows that sent him flying backward.
Seeing his body begin to separate from the alloy armor, the Demon Emperor finally understood Ye Fan’s terrifying power. Ye Fan had breached what was supposed to be an impenetrable defense. Even more terrifying, he had done so with his own raw power.
"This is impossible!" the Demon Emperor cried out in disbelief. By then, the alloy armor had completely detached from his body. He was far weaker than before and was left gasping for breath.
Ye Fan said coldly, "You relied too much on the power of technology, and it led directly to your defeat. Technology is strong, yes, but you neglected your own body. Even as a cybernetic Martial Artist, the alloy must still connect to your flesh. Your body is the weak link, especially at the interface points. Demon Emperor, you’ve lost."
"No, I haven’t lost!" he retorted. "So what if you found my weakness and defeated ? I still have one more chance to fight back."
He took out a pale-blue pill and swallowed it whole, transforming into sothing like a wild beast. Even without the alloy armor, he was now monstrously powerful.
Ye Fan drew a sharp breath. As expected, the Demon Emperor still had a trick up his sleeve.
The Demon Emperor, now bereft of reason, roared and charged. Just as Ye Fan was debating whether to unleash his demonic state, his opponent was already upon him, slamming a fist into his chest.
"ARGH!" Ye Fan cried out as he was flung backward, slamming into the wall. He grunted, slumping against the hard surface.
The Demon Emperor then picked up a sharp sword from the laboratory floor and hurled it at him. Ye Fan moved to dodge, but he wasn’t fast enough. The sword pierced clean through his body. In that instant, the chaotic scene fell silent.
A chill ran through Ye Fan. It missed my heart by inches. Even at my top speed, I couldn’t avoid it. The sword was forged from a special alloy by the Demon Emperor himself. Propelled by his swift and ferocious strength, it was an attack that not even Ye Fan, with his Vajra Body, could completely evade.
The Demon Emperor looked at him with mockery. To him, the only thing marring the scene was that Ye Fan wasn’t writhing like the clown he had imagined. "How pitiful," he sneered. "You look like a clown. It’s truly laughable!"
Ye Fan, however, appeared very calm. "And you’re any different? You’re a pathetic creature who twisted yourself into this ghastly form. What right do you have to mock ?"
"What right do I have?" The Demon Emperor laughed. "HAHAHA! What a naive question. My right cos from the fact that I’m about to kill you! That’s all the right I need!"
"The one who will die is you," Ye Fan declared.
"? And how exactly do you plan to kill ?" the Demon Emperor sneered. In his eyes, Ye Fan was a spent force, ready to be slaughtered. He was right; in his current state, unless Ye Fan unleashed his demonic power, he had no chance of survival.
The reality of the situation, however, was quite different. Ye Fan suddenly flicked his wrist, sending a shard of glass flying toward the Demon Emperor. Before his opponent could react, the glass shard severed the power line connected to a glowing orb in the lab. He found himself standing right on top of the live, broken cable.
"ARGH!" The Demon Emperor scread as a powerful current surged through him. The glowing orb flickered and died, its light replaced by the raw, crackling electricity ravaging his body. The current intensified; with tal in his blood and an alloy body, the electricity coursed through him with devastating efficiency. The beast-like man, for all his power, was utterly helpless against the fierce electrical torrent. As he convulsed, the light that had ford the orb dissipated, coalescing into the form of a woman who fell into his arms. The Demon Emperor was at his last breath.
The woman, Yu’er, opened her eyes weakly. She glanced at him and said, "Master, in the end, we still failed."
"Yu’er!" the Demon Emperor choked out.
"Master, do not grieve for . To die with you was my greatest wish. Master, I’ll be going first." The enchanting Yu’er’s life force completely faded away.
At that mont, Ye Fan gripped the sword piercing his body and pulled it free. He turned to the Demon Emperor and said, "I told you I would kill you with my own hands! And that mont is now. I will kill you, and then I will destroy the Divine Dragon!"
This was the goal Ye Fan had dreamt of achieving. He once lived only for revenge, but now he had more to live for, including his family. Killing the Demon Emperor was deeply aningful to him, because he wanted to be the one to end him personally.
The Demon Emperor sneered, "You can’t kill . Only I can kill myself. You won’t get the chance!" He moved swiftly, attempting to end his own life before Ye Fan could act.
But it was too late. Ye Fan threw the sword. In the blink of an eye, it pierced the Demon Emperor’s throat. He fell, his face a mask of shock and indignation.
Seeing him fall, Ye Fan sank to one knee and roared, "Brothers, I have avenged you! This heinous criminal has been killed by . You can rest in peace now! And rest assured, he is only the first."
"Next, I will annihilate the Divine Dragon!"
At that point, Ye Fan passed out, oblivious to everything that followed.
News of the Demon Emperor’s demise spread like wildfire, shocking the world. One of the Seven Kings, the mighty Demon Emperor, had fallen. The one who killed him was none other than the King of Heaven.
The global underworld’s perception of Ye Fan reached a new level. Previously, many Martial Artists had disputed his ranking as the foremost among the Seven Kings, but now, they were convinced. A man who could slay the Demon Emperor truly deserved the title of chief among Kings. The one thing the underworld couldn’t understand, however, was why the King of Heaven would kill the Demon Emperor. Logically, the two had never crossed paths.
The news was a profound shock. With one of the Seven Kings gone, a replacent would soon be chosen, and many underground factions watched closely, wondering who would be worthy of taking the Demon Emperor’s place. However, they all understood one fundantal truth: the King of Heaven’s status was now unshakeable. None of the other Kings possessed the power to slay a peer, but the King of Heaven had done it. Therefore, his position as the foremost of the Seven Kings was secure.
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