Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 117 Push

The name given to Ripple Run is up to the user.

However, Mu Xiang was so astonished by the power of the punch that he didn't have time to consider how good the name was.

The moment he made his move, he had a vague premonition... that the outcome of this punch might be more terrifying than he imagined.

The first thing to be shattered by the raging torrent was the ground behind the ambassador; then, the ambassador's protective green light erupted out of control. When the energy clash completely ended, the ambassador stumbled backward a few steps, at which point green light and blood gushed from his seven orifices.

Aside from the dissipating torrents, the force that struck the envoy first erupted within him. The vast majority of the force was concentrated on breaking down his defenses, rather than knocking him away... that would have been a waste.

But this is not a matter of subtlety; it is simply a more effective use of power.

If Mu Xiang had mastered the art of microscopic perception, the full force of this punch should have struck the minister's face, destroying his head and defenses along with it... There shouldn't have been such a display of power outside.

Mu Xiang immediately ignored the excruciating pain in his right arm, kicked himself forward, and then went to pursue.

The envoy, still in mid-air, spat out a torrent of foul blood, which transformed into countless green lights that splashed towards Mu Xiang.

This time, Mu Xiang felt threatened; it was clearly an ambush… but he couldn’t retreat now, or he would lose the opportunity to pursue!

The next moment, Mu Xiang's defensive force field erupted again, and his previously injured right arm, held in front of him, broke straight through the green light's blockade.

A deafening explosion rang out around him, and a violent ripple could be seen around his body.

But Mu Xiang succeeded; his left hand, glowing with golden light, reached out and grabbed the minister's chest in mid-air.

The pattern on the envoy's chest lit up again, reflecting the same force back... However, ripples appeared on Mu Xiang's hands, canceling it out.

"I'm just grabbing you... why would I be afraid of a backlash?" Mu Xiang said calmly, then slammed the minister in his hand to the ground from the sky!
This time, the pattern on his chest worked its magic, sending Mu Xiang flying with tremendous force. But while he was still in the air, he laughed.

The envoy looked quite miserable; the protective green light around him had been completely shattered and couldn't be reformed immediately. Therefore, he had just taken the brunt of the fall with his own body. At this moment, the six strange hands shattered, turning into points of light that merged into his body, repairing his injuries.

He roared, his distorted voice filled with almost manic rage. Before he could get up, a massive array lit up beneath Mu Xiang and him, followed by a beam of green light that shot into the sky, sealing off the escape route for those within the array.

"Are you going to fight me to the death?" Mu Xiang said calmly. He reached out and tapped the outer edge of the formation, but was immediately bounced back.

He wasn't afraid of risking his life, but he was afraid that this guy would just run away or use some random tricks.

His right arm, which was injured due to overexertion, has recovered in a short period of time... He can afford to take the risk!
A mournful cry rang out from within the ranks; it was the minister's voice, but it did not come from his own mouth.

Mu Xiang suddenly had a feeling that he was not in a legendary-level formation, but inside the minister's body.

The envoy's body floated up and then disintegrated in mid-air, filling the entire formation with a howl... A large, tangible hand descended from the sky and silently grabbed at Mu Xiang.

The intensity of the energy at this moment caused Mu Xiang's expression to change slightly; this must be the envoy unleashing his full power in an attack. He realized that the magic-based extraordinary beings of the Polar Day Society had all converted their physical bodies into energy; if they were to temporarily abandon their physical forms, they would probably be using trump cards or something similar.

【Fine, I'll fight you to the death…】 Mu Xiang took a deep breath and looked blankly at the green light hand descending from the sky. At the last moment before being touched, he broke the sound barrier with his foot, and with a violent protective force field wrapped around his body, he pierced straight up through the weak point of the hand.

A deafening explosion rang out as the force field clashed head-on with the green light... The surging energy surge caused the array shield, which even Mu Xiang couldn't easily destroy, to fluctuate.

The Seven Killings Technique, which requires the infusion of killing intent and energy, might be quite useless to others... because the quality of killing intent is too ethereal, and infusing energy to exchange for a defensive force field is a continuous consumption.

But this wasn't the case for Mu Xiang... From Rank B onwards, the Kryptonian series of body enhancements never lacked energy. Without using external methods, Mu Xiang was like a fully charged solar cell. For him, there was almost no issue of insufficient energy, only the question of how to use it.

Moreover, at this moment, Mu Xiang's heart was filled with a frenzied killing intent!
Before the green light beneath his feet could solidify, Mu Xiang roared and, taking advantage of the previous impact, integrated the reversed blood and qi into the resonance of his body... Golden and red ripples flowed on his fists, and he descended from the sky, slamming down with surging energy and force.

After the gold-red and green collided, dust scattered everywhere... Large swathes of earth and stone within the formation instantly turned into scattered dust, filling the formation.

The faint roars and howls made Zheng Zha turn around and look, but he couldn't see anything because of the obscuring cover.

Just then, a large hand made of minced meat reached out to Zheng Zha. He moved his feet, and although he didn't have the same momentum as Mu Xiang, he was still swift, retreating like a streak of blood-red light.

The centurion already had three hands burned off by Zheng Zha's crimson flames... Originally, Zheng Zha thought that he could just burn the remains of the flesh that made up the giant creature again, but who knew that the monster's flesh would wriggle and new flesh fragments would fill in the burned areas.

What disgusted Zheng Zha even more was that on the centurion's body, numerous mangled remains rose and fell in a bizarre pattern, with countless new bodies emerging among them. Judging from their posture, they were actually reproducing right in front of him.

So that's how the monster's wound-healing materials were produced...

Zheng Zha then intensified his attack, each time he made contact with the centurion, he would imbue its body with condensed crimson flames. At this moment, the flames, tinged with darkness, were burning on the centurion's three wrists, hindering its healing and showing signs of eroding it upwards.

Having dodged the grab, Zheng Zha leaped into the air, circled low in the sky, and then looked somewhat troubled.

Clearly, this dragging on won't kill the centurion; the real challenge remains breaking through the core.

He had tried climbing up the centurion's body before; protected by the red flames, the mangled remains couldn't hold him back, or even trip him. But the problem was the centurion had six arms; he'd been slapped while charging up earlier, almost knocking his lungs out.

This attack certainly couldn't kill Zheng Zha, but even a minor injury is still an injury, and it ultimately stopped his attack.

"But in that case, this line of thinking is correct." Zheng Zha stared blankly at the giant monster in front of him, pondering a solution.

Two more hands attacked from above and to the side, but Zheng Zha snapped his fingers and quietly dodged. However, a burst of red flame suddenly erupted from the spot where he had been standing, staining the two hands.

Looking at the centurion's last remaining hand, Zheng Zha fell silent...

The next moment, he involuntarily reached his hand to the bridge of his nose, as if pushing something that didn't exist.

"Let's leave this hand for now..."

Then he sneered and let the last hand grab him.

(End of this chapter)