With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 111 - 105: Indestructible Body, Fierce Battle Agains

At the sa ti.

Long Jiu stood atop the building next to the chemical plant.

Beside him was a tall, thin man, wearing a special set of clawed gloves on his hands, emitting a faint black aura, clearly not ordinary weapons.

"Sheriff, should I follow and take a look?"

"No need, with Li Zhun there, all should be safe."

The tall, thin man sighed:

"Those people at the Demon Summoning Hall, always causing trouble day and night. I wish they could be completely eradicated."

Long Jiu paused and said:

"Zhu Long is still in the city. Taking this opportunity, let’s see if we can reel in so big fish."

"Is that so? It seems there’s no problem on the Demon Nest side if the likes of Zhu Long don’t need to go into battle."

Long Jiu remarked:

"Zhou Sheng intervened, no suspense there."

"Let’s stop talking and just watch how things unfold. Old Luo’s prized pupil is still in the chemical plant. We must ensure his absolute safety."

...

Inside the chemical plant.

Xu Qi carefully instructed:

"Alright, be very careful. If you can’t handle it, call for help imdiately over the earpiece."

As soon as he finished, he saw ng Chuan’s fists slowly enveloped by a layer of pitch-black film.

"Demon-suppressing weapons... doesn’t seem like it."

...

"No problem, give five minutes."

ng Chuan succinctly stated, then activated his protective suit and steel bones, his aura subtly surging, as he ventured deeper.

Upon entering the next area, he found it in ruins, with broken walls scattered everywhere, an eerie stillness surrounding, with nothing in sight.

He took out a baton from his waist, using it to flip through the surrounding debris as he remained alert internally.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred!

"Die!"

A black-robed man wielding a long knife suddenly appeared from around a corner, delivering a move akin to cleaving a mountain towards ng Chuan’s head.

The blade carried ferocious winds, powerful beyond what any martial artist below level four could muster.

The combat instincts taught by Luo Guanyun saved him once again. ng Chuan instinctively bent forward to dodge, the tip of the blade grazing his face, causing a chill to sweep over his heart.

"Captain Li was right; perception can deceive oneself."

The black-robed man taught him a lesson that perception was not infallible.

The attacker, having missed, continued to advance, the gleaming blade reflecting in the darkness.

In an instant, the blade swung horizontally toward ng Chuan’s waist.

Despite being protected by the Qi Nourishing Armor Technique, he did not wish to test the blade’s edge; caution was imperative against such a lethal weapon.

ng Chuan utilized the Cloud-Ascending Ladder technique, evading the slash while imdiately propelling himself behind the attacker, his right hand clawed onto the wrist holding the knife.

With the Doma Iron Arm augnting his strength, ng Chuan’s grip was shockingly formidable, and with a powerful twist, he shattered the attacker’s wrist, exposing white bone through the break.

"Aaaah!"

The excruciating pain overwheld the black-robed man, causing him to collapse to the ground in agony, the steel knife clattering heavily onto the floor.

With sharp reflexes, ng Chuan caught the rebounding knife with his foot, giving it a light toss up, and then smacked it with his palm, sending it like a teor into the opponent’s chest.

The sound of cutting through tofu echoed.

The black-robed man froze, then slumped lifelessly to the ground, blood foaming from his mouth.

ng Chuan looked at the opponent, intending to confirm his death.

Suddenly, a strange chill emanated from his chest, as if an invisible eye was watching him in the darkness.

Almost simultaneously, a soft "zzz" sound emanated from his protective suit, as if sothing was trying to breach its defense.

"Not good."

He instantly reacted, rolling to the side to evade.

The sensation was eerily familiar, resembling the encounter at Tong Family Lane.

Within ng Chuan’s perception, the invisible enemy was flickering with sporadic green light, malicious intent tangible and surging toward him.

"Hehehe..."

The shadowy figure hovered in the air, ambiguously laughing.

"A Celestial Demon of the void type, co on!"

No ti to think further, relying on instinct, ng Chuan swiftly twisted around.

His leg muscles tensed, delivering a heavy whip-like kick toward the emptiness before him, the force splitting the air with a "boom."

Yet the attack hit nothing.

The chill closed in, the Celestial Demon lunged at ng Chuan, trying to possess him once more.

"Though I can’t see you, if you dare approach, prepare to die!"

With the faint pressure from his protective suit, he judged the opponent’s strength was not formidable.

ng Chuan tensed his arms, coiling around the invisible ghostly figure like a serpent, the sinewy muscles exuding an invisible aura of killing intent.

This ti, the opponent had no laughter left, the searing intent painfully causing it to howl.

ng Chuan flipped and slamd, shattering the tiled floor upon impact, shards scattering.

Next, he raised his pitch-black fist, the intent slicing through like a carving knife, inch by inch toward the opponent...

"Ping ping ping!"

The sound of gunfire suddenly erupted from behind, accompanied by the hissing of pain, and several shattered scales clattered onto the floor.

ng Chuan looked up to see a snake-like Celestial Demon slithering along the ceiling, preparing to launch a sneak attack from above.

One crisis had barely passed when another arose!

"It’s a Snake Slave, watch out!"

Xu Qi, still in shooting stance, called out in warning.

It turned out the others had hurried over to assist upon hearing the sounds of battle erupting from ng Chuan’s direction.

"Thanks."

ng Chuan pulled out the blood-soaked steel knife from the black-robed man’s chest and hurled it fiercely at the snake demon on the ceiling.