Decaying World Chapter 274

The next instant, Lin Hui materialized silently behind him.

"You've lost," he said.

"Lost!?" Torrents of boiling liquid fla, thick as blood, erupted from the Purgatory Duke's body. He burst into manic laughter. "This has only just begun!"

Pfft! In the very next mont, he viciously plunged a hand into the wound on his shoulder, tearing out a massive hunk of flaming flesh and casually tossing it aside.

Boom!

As his injuries worsened, the imnse pressure and searing heat radiating from him unexpectedly doubled in intensity!

"Pain only makes stronger! Co!"

The Purgatory Duke's figure flickered. His speed had increased drastically, far surpassing even the Super Divine Speed of a Mistborn, allowing him to barely keep pace with Lin Hui.

His fists burned with black flas shaped like bizarre insects, smashing toward Lin Hui with the force of a sudden thunderclap.

Swish!

The punch missed, passing straight through Lin Hui's body as if striking a phantom.

The next mont, another massive gash tore open across the Purgatory Duke's chest.

Boiling blood gushed like a spring, spilling downward only to be blown apart in midair. It transford into tiny, scorching teors that smashed into the ground, blasting out deep craters.

The Duke shook his head. He noticed a fresh sar of scalding blood dripping from the blade of Lin Hui's longsword—he'd been struck again.

"Interesting! Again!"

Swish!

The two crossed paths like lightning, and this ti the Duke's speed surged once more. He completely kept up with Lin Hui's movents—not only matching his pace, but even managing to counterattack.

Unfortunately for him... Lin Hui gently pinched a single severed strand of blue hair as it fell through the air.

The more injured he is, the more his strength increases? A trace of battle intent stirred in Lin Hui's heart.

Ever since killing Tuyue—no, even during that battle with Tuyue—he had never had the chance to exert his full strength. His power had never stopped climbing, advancing mont by mont. Although the Star Breath Sword Canon was currently stuck at the bottleneck of the Sacred Form of Destruction, the physical enhancent from the Sacred Form of Life was still compounding. Because of this, even he lacked a proper reference point to gauge exactly what level his strength had reached.

In this world, determining strength or weakness was never a matter of simply proclaiming realms and ranks; there was only one true way to judge it, and that was to fight. Relics, secret arts, Evil Energy, and other such trump cards all possessed the potential to grant a massive boost to a person's combat power.

"Kill!"

In midair, two phantom figures—one red and one blue—intersected and collided at blinding speeds.

The gray cyclones and crimson flas surrounding them mixed and clashed. Gale-force winds and searing thermal currents violently scoured the surrounding hundred kiloters, carving out massive, scorched trenches in the earth.

Yun Xiazi led the group in a rapid escape from the vicinity, sprinting wildly toward the herb garden. Fleeing for their lives, everyone pushed to their limits, charging forward with everything they had.

Fortunately, Lin Hui's Typhoon domain had forcibly pinned down the Purgatory Duke's burning corpses. With ninety-nine percent of their pursuers trapped in ultra-slow motion, the group quickly escaped the burning zone without mishap, dashing into the dense white Mist in the distance. The Mist wall, which had always been considered a lethal hazard, now provided a asure of reassurance, severing both line of sight and pursuit.

"Is that Xiaoliu's younger brother? The Clear Wind Dao Master, Lin Hui!?"

As they entered the Mist wall, Vice Palace Master Jiang Zhixia heard a sound transmission from a colleague beside him. Glancing back at the sky, his expression grew complex as he nodded in confirmation.

His current mood was a tangled ss.

He had finally managed to take in a disciple whose talent was imnse. She was hardworking, excellent, and possessed a wonderful disposition—filial, respectful of her master, and devoted to the Dao. He had originally thought his peaceful retirent was guaranteed.

As a result, his disciple's younger brother had suddenly revealed an abnormally formidable strength. Beating up Jiang Zhixia's own superiors was as easy as beating up a grandson... This caused him to frequently lack confidence whenever he faced his disciple. Then the situation had drastically changed; wars erupted one after another, and now he had even been reduced to needing his disciple's younger brother to step in and save him.

Sigh. The affairs of the world are unpredictable—so unpredictable... Jiang Zhixia shook his head and followed the group into the Mist wall.

Behind him, Huang Shan also withdrew her gaze. The Clear Wind Dao Master, in her impression—that senior brother and Clear Wind Temple Master who was always patrolling among the disciples—now seed to exist only in mory. Her previously vivid image of him had gradually been veiled by a thin layer of gauze, obscured by a strength so formidable it was beyond imagining. He was now soone she could neither clearly see nor reach.

In this world, there are always so peerless geniuses who command attention from birth. Perhaps Lin Hui is exactly like this... An ordinary person like is better off honestly walking my own path, moving forward one footprint at a ti. After silently praying for Lin Hui, she followed the group into the Mist.

Dao Master... Before plunging into the Mist wall, Yun Xiazi looked back toward the distant sky. Although her view was obstructed by flas, gale-force winds, and dark clouds, she could still clearly sense two terrifying auras—massively powerful presences that exceeded her own by countless tis—clashing madly at speeds she could not comprehend.

"You must win," she whispered, before turning to chase after the departing group.

On the other side of the battlefield, Han Xiaoyue led her two sisters in a rapid retreat from the fierce combat zone. All three had reverted to human form by this ti, condensing simple grayish-brown keratin over their bodies to cover their vitals.

This was the most efficient and practical thod; after all, ordinary clothing was a complete burden to Super-Adapters who needed to transform constantly. Outside of daily life, they shaped their bodies directly into crude armor for combat.

Han Xiaoyue had also retracted her wings, her proud, fair-skinned figure occasionally obscured in the gale by her fluttering long black hair.

Of the remaining two, the Lizard-man's human form was a playful, petite girl with long dark green hair and a delicate build. The Rhino-headed Elephant-man's human form was a full-figured beauty with a sowhat cold temperant, sporting shoulder-length black hair and a rather prominent bust.

The three halted at the edge of the combat zone, gazing toward the epicenter.

"I was wondering why the captain suddenly started fine-tuning her own figure... even seeking advice from every day," the full-figured beauty complained, gazing at the distant sky.

"So it turns out that only having half a good-looking face is enough to make soone fall for you?" the dark-green-haired petite girl murmured, touching her own cheek.

"That isn't love! That is friendship!" Han Xiaoyue turned and slapped each of them on the forehead.

"Right, right, friendship! Friendship!" The full-figured beauty covered her head and took a step back, nodding repeatedly.

"Mhm, the great friendship of traveling thousands of miles just to duel the Purgatory Duke! Ah, why the hell haven't I found a friendship like that!?" the green-haired petite girl giggled.

"Say another word, and I'll use your mouth as a side dish for dinner tonight," Han Xiaoyue warned, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

The "mouth" she spoke of literally ant cutting off the girl's mouth to stir-fry and eat with rice; after all, as Super-Adapters, their flesh regenerated extrely quickly. Sotis, when bored, they would even eat parts of their own bodies. For instance, Han Xiaoyue had recently felt her chest was a bit small, so she had cut it off, eaten it, and then regenerated a much larger pair. Afterward, feeling the shape wasn't quite right, she had even run off to ask her sisters for advice.

"Hurry up and move! Stop your glib tongues; if the fight shifts over here, we'll be caught in the crossfire!" Han Xiaoyue gave her another annoyed slap.

The three rapidly entered the Mist wall. With that, all the remaining survivors had completely evacuated the ruins of Tuyue.

Sensing their departure from afar with the help of the Typhoon Sword Technique, Lin Hui no longer held back.

Featherweight Ascension!

The next mont, his special effect activated. His speed exploded once again, catching the Purgatory Duke completely off guard.

After the two crossed paths dozens of tis, the Purgatory Duke's right hand was slashed into a bizarre, backward-bent shape, yet it simply wouldn't sever from his body. The intense pain unexpectedly caused his speed and strength to skyrocket once more.

"It's useless! Pain and injuries will only make stronger, and stronger! The strongest!"

By now, the ambient temperature around him had already reached thousands of degrees; his injuries hadn't just elevated his physical capabilities, but also the terrifying flas naturally emitted from his body.

Lin Hui's brows furrowed as he thrust his sword again. This ti, his opponent actually managed to match his speed once more.

The two instantly clashed hundreds of tis. Lin Hui flashed backward in retreat, raising the Ruyi sword high.

In an instant, a dense cluster of gigantic black tornadoes rose from behind him, launching a blanket strike across the entire area where the Purgatory Duke stood. Each tornado was tens of thousands of ters tall and over a hundred ters in diater, their slender shapes twisting like snakes. They writhed and churned, moving at blinding speeds to encircle the Duke.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

But no sooner had the black tornadoes blanketed the area than they were easily smashed apart by red teors.

However, this was rely a minor feint from Lin Hui to buy himself a mont. The Purgatory Duke's current strength had already far surpassed that of the previous Tuyue; even three more Tuyues combined wouldn't be enough to challenge him.

It was just that Mistborn were notoriously difficult to kill; without wearing away their true Evil Mist, it was fundantally impossible to destroy them. It was likely because of this resilience that Tuyue had managed to escape the urban district back then.

Swish!

The next instant, three golden runes lit up behind Lin Hui. His speed and strength skyrocketed once more.

This ti, he was firing on all cylinders. He activated all his special effects alongside the Clear Source Law Body, then called upon his ultimate technique—the Star Breath Sword Canon—intending to obliterate the Purgatory Duke in a single, decisive breath. He would give the man no opportunity to sustain another injury and grow stronger again.

As if sensing Lin Hui's resolve, the Purgatory Duke burst into manic laughter, his body deforming at extre speeds amidst the red flaming teors. Massive amounts of boiling black-red liquid gushed from the gaps in his armor. The fluid extended and expanded behind him, forming a gigantic black humanoid half-body monster in the blink of an eye.

The monster's body was covered in hideous black spikes, and the skin beneath the spikes was riddled with countless scorch marks and pustules.

"Take my secret art! Peerless Holy Extinction!" he roared, throwing a right punch with all his might.

The gigantic black half-body monster behind him mirrored the motion, throwing a massive fist alongside his own.

One large fist and one small fist instantly punched through the air, carving out two distinct pseudo-vacuum trails. The two fists blood with bizarre flashes of light resembling blue-red fluid, and the ambient temperature rapidly climbed once again, reaching tens of thousands of degrees.

And just at that mont, a vast, profound expanse of starry sky spread out behind Lin Hui. He held the Ruyi sword single-handedly, raising it high as a blurred, humanoid figure of white light faintly flashed behind him.

The two absolute forces hurtled toward each other at extre speeds.