Chapter 562: Devour (2/2)
It shattered into a million pieces, and Wang Ling stood there… listless.
”Too obvious~” Lixus stated as he cleaned the blood from his mouth, ”You are too weak after all…”
Swoosh!
Lixus moved and stood in front of Wang Ling, his eyes now radiated derision and disgust, ”You are too weak to deserve the title.”
Lixus threw a volley of punches. Wang Ling raised his hands but to no avail. Lixus was getting stronger, by the passing second.
His fur becoming sharper and his snowflake sharper. The frost expanded quickly, and before long, the entirety of the Cosmic Road became frozen, and then the frost disappeared into a single location. On Lixus' palm it reappeared and unleashed upon Wang Ling in the form of a devastating white beam of frost.
Primal Frost: Show Devours World
”Damnit!” Wang Ling cursed underneath his breathe. He lifted his remaining arm and parted the beam of frost. Wang Ling was pushed back, but he managed to hang on, from above, however, there appeared a shadow.
”Here…” Lixus kicked Wang Ling's head and sent him flying, from there, Wang Ling failed to recover himself and it was then that his problems began.
For unknown reasons, the more they fought the stronger Lixus becomes. His head, torso, neck, leg, nether regions, Wang Ling experienced pain he never felt in this life or even the former. Wang Ling was experiencing so much that… he
The burning sensation of Frost made him incapable of responding…
Punch after punch, Wang Ling endured. He couldn't fight back. His memories began to cloud his better judgment was soon clouded.
With an axel kick, Wang Ling initiated another exchange. He circulated his qi and a storm roused with his every move. A tempestuous exchange, where Wang Ling didn't bother holding anything back.
His previous control when he first encountered Lixus was quickly slipping away. He attacked with a flurry of kicks, none of them landed and as he twisted his body, his right arm regrew with his robes and now, as it finished winding up, one could see a menacing black flame emerging from its grasp.
Lixus did not know what it was, but it the same scent as Hell itself. He scoffed, ”Again, what you are doing is useless—”
Wang Ling did not say anything other than proclaiming its name, ”Fer…”
From point blank range a Lion's head formed. In front of Lixus, it roared and began to form, coalescing into a concrete from. Wang Ling's expression no longer held anywhere near someone who only wanted to fight.
Somehow, though his calm remained, the only thing that was retained was his… his intention of truly fight.
Without any sword, Wang Ling grabbed hold of destiny and bent it to his woll!
With a steely gaze, Wang Ling whispered, ”Devour—”