Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 630: Techniques of "Zheng Fan"

The black man rushed in front of Zheng Fan and threw out both fists, creating a series of air explosions. In Zheng Fan's eyes, it looked like several golden streaks of light coming from the front from various angles.

He subtly adjusted his position, dodging all attacks while parrying those aimed directly at his face.

The fist gusts, deflected by Zheng Fan, scattered wildly, yet they didn't dissipate; instead, they could autonomously turn their spearheads and launch further attacks. The dark golden fist gusts darted about.

The black man simultaneously retreated a few steps, spread his arms, and a black wind howled, pushing forward like a wall, creating an all-around suppression in conjunction with the golden fist wind.

Cheng Fei planted his body in a horse stance and thrust one hand forward.

Ding!
Black Wind was pierced by a finger, and the surrounding fist winds came, but he quickly reached out and grabbed them all, then gathered them in front of him, turning them into a high-energy sphere wrapped in death energy. Then he pushed with both hands, like a wave bullet leaving a trail of flame.

The Black man remained motionless, making no further moves beyond the shimmering patterns on his body.

Boom!

The house shook violently again, looking like it was about to collapse, but despite the loud noise, it didn't actually crumble. The black man kept his word; he really was still protecting the house. Otherwise, let alone Zheng Fan, his own flurry of punches would have turned the house into a sieve in no time.

Amidst the scattered dust and smoke, golden light flowed as the black man launched a sudden thrust, faster than before, instantly reaching Zheng Fan's front. Although he was right in front of Zheng Fan, punches and kicks came from all directions.

Bang!
Zheng Fanguang could only parry once, and each contact would trigger a violent explosion. In just a few seconds, their figures blurred. Back and forth, the whole room seemed to be filled with "starlight", all traces left by their battle.

After another brief separation, Zheng Fan frowned slightly, while Cheng Fei's body trembled, overwhelmed by exhaustion.

Has it reached the critical point so quickly?
Because of the severity of the injury, the repeated repairs in a short period of time intensified the body's rejection of itself.

In contrast, the black man in front of him was completely unharmed, as if the fierce battle had never happened. Only the flow of light from the patterns on his body was quite rapid.

"Although it may sound like boasting, in reality, we are 'invincible' in the literal sense." The black man raised his hand, showing little joy or sorrow, simply stating the facts.

"There may be other explanations for using more advanced methods. It seems that you cannot do anything to us if you rely solely on your current mediocre body."

Zheng Fan chuckled, "Don't underestimate the great Cheng Fei."

The Black man said nothing more, and with a wave of his hand, energy surged around him.

What he said makes sense; it would be extremely challenging for Cheng Fei's body to break through the "golden body" symbolized by the tree bark.

These patterns are not only symbols of indestructibility, but also help him to transmit power, incorporate all external forces, and then re-mobilize and output them.

He covered the entire house with bark patterns, not simply to protect the wall carvings. By setting up such a setup within the enclosed space, the impact of the two men's every move on their surroundings would be transformed into a force that would be fed back to the Black man.

As the Black man pointed a finger, countless beams of light converged on Zheng Fan.

Suddenly, the black man's eyes narrowed.

Zheng Fan grabbed those streams of light with his bare hands...

Whoosh!
A beam of light was thrown back by Zheng Fan. The black man did not react because he knew that his aim was off. He let it graz his cheek and land behind him, causing an explosion.

But the rest...

Zheng Fan seized the unique power of the Black man, who was supposed to be without physical form, and then used it for his own purposes.

The black man used his body to completely neutralize the force of Zheng Fan's throw back, but his brows were still slightly furrowed.

There was a vague sense of unease in my heart.

Why is it that, even though it's just an ordinary body, and even though it has opened the gate to breaking limits after death, which elevates its life form to a certain extent, making it powerful and outstanding among physical beings, it is still just an ordinary, unremarkable physical being in front of a representative like the black man?

According to his understanding, Zheng Fan's true strength was less than one-tenth of what it used to be in this body.

If you can't even unleash a single supernormal ability, how can you possibly grasp his power?

"Do you know what 'techniques' are?" Zheng asked with a smile, noticing the other man's hesitation, while pointing at the black man.

"Techniques for wielding power? For those of us who are born extraordinary, it's merely icing on the cake. We don't need these things at all in the trees, but in the physical world where we are restricted everywhere, they can provide some ideas for finding loopholes... Are you saying that you were able to do such an incredible thing by using some kind of technique?" the black man said in a deep voice.

“You are born extraordinary, but I am born just a human being,” Zheng Fan said calmly.

Talking about this now feels like telling a joke.

Grandpa Zheng Fan, who was arrogant from the moment he was born into this world, was ultimately just a person whose form and way of thinking never deviated from the framework of "Zheng Fan".

No matter how his name or definition changes, such a person is ultimately just a person.

“Unearthing the Dead Treasures allows one to unify everything one possessed in life, merging and elevating body, strength, and spirit into a completely new realm—for beings like you who may not even have a concept of death, it may indeed be something difficult to understand and unnecessary to understand.” “After all, we are neither physical entities nor life… But perhaps you are different, is that what you mean?” The black man did not scoff at Zheng Fan’s statement, because what he said did make sense, and he even pondered it in return.

“Actually, when I was absorbing the ‘world of the dead,’ I remembered something.” Zheng Fan closed his eyes and then opened them again. “It seems that from the very beginning, I was something that was ‘dead and resurrected’.”

The power of illusion was a gift bestowed upon Zheng Fan after he was resurrected and transmigrated to this world.

However, Zheng's part as a rebel was actively maintained by himself and was not swallowed up by anything else.

Otherwise, perhaps he could have achieved further progress sooner.

No matter how glorious the past may be, a frail human body is but a drop in the ocean compared to the future it faces.

Holding onto these things is pointless, but if you really have to grapple with the pros and cons of being a person, then you're probably no longer human.

In the moment Zheng Fan tentatively opened the Dead Treasure for Cheng Fei, he also opened the treasure that had gradually faded from his memory.

Although he often takes his possessions for granted, Zheng Fan knows that he is a person who is born abnormal and has extraordinary talents.

It's probably not just a coincidence that I came here after setting off my fireworks.

"Zheng Fan" is like a small yet incredibly ingenious key that unlocked a lock that had been refurbished and was difficult to open.

What is that tree thinking? What is it trying to do? Perhaps this is part of it.

The power that Cheng Fei's body is now wielding is not the power of this ordinary body itself, but rather a "skill" that transcends the ordinary, obtained through countless observations of the black giant tree from Zheng Fan's perspective and through the synthesis and summarization of the dead.

It's not an illusion; it's a person.

It's not a tree branch, it's Zheng Fan.

Or perhaps it is an inspiration that transcends the boundaries of the black world and the physical world.

The Black man also realized this possibility, and slowly raised his hands and clasped them together in front of him: "Then let us experience your true nature..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his oversized clothes ripped apart, revealing his seemingly tall and thin body with bulging muscles. Sure enough, the patterns covering his entire body radiated a dazzling light.

Then, he clasped his hands together and turned them toward Zheng Fan, as if setting up a main cannon.

boom!
With such surging power, coupled with the bark layer that the black man had laid out to cover the entire house, the intensity of the energy reaction would be amplified to an incredibly terrifying level!

In response, Zheng Fan stretched his body using Cheng Fei's body, and the smile on his lips gradually widened...

The Black man's eyes widened in disbelief and shock at what was happening before him.

Zheng Fan gathered all the power he had unleashed and then struck back with it all!
With the techniques he spoke of, he recreated the power derived from the symbolism of tree bark!
This symbolic power was completely mastered and used by Zheng Fan, who even used it to fight against him!
The force is like a ball, bouncing back and forth between them without diminishing in the process; each throw and catch increases this "weight".

In just a few breaths, the power swelled to a terrifying level, but neither the black man nor Zheng Fan had reached their limit.

However, the Black man sensed that something was wrong.

The flow of power in his body became somewhat sluggish.
Impossible! He's clearly far from reaching his limit!

Suddenly, he noticed the points of obstruction, all of which were places on his body that Zheng Fan had touched during the close combat.

Not only does it possess the skill to easily mimic his symbolic power, but it can even interfere with and restrict him earlier...

Upon noticing this, the Black man, after his initial shock, gradually calmed down and even felt somewhat relieved.

"Is that what 'Ye' considered...? Indeed, there is an uncertain but also worth looking forward to unknown."

The very next moment after he said those words.

All the flow of energy in his body stopped; he was stuck.

Unable to convert his defenses into offense again, he unreservedly endured the attack, which had increased to an unknown level, and faced the inevitable disintegration and evaporation of his body.

Under the horrified gazes of others, the light dimmed, and the shaking of the house finally subsided.

As the bark texture disappeared, so did the Black man.

Cheng Fei was covered in blood and collapsed to the ground.

Zheng Fan had already detached from Cheng Fei's body and was moving around. It was rare for him to feel not only fatigue after using Cheng Fei's body, but also a refreshing feeling, like after swimming. He laughed and said, "It feels pretty good."

(End of this chapter)