Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 232 Forgotten (19)
The sky was low, oppressive clouds hung overhead, and the entire horizon was tinged with a crimson hue.

There was a strong, acrid smell in the air, like the smell of a burnt corpse, carried by the wind.

Beneath the thick smoke, Ye Zhen held a rusty longsword, hovering in mid-air.

Opposite him was a figure whose body was charred black and whose face was blurred.

The skin was completely carbonized, and even the outline of the bones was blurred. It was thin and emaciated, as if it had been dehydrated by a raging fire.

"Li Leping"

With a sharp gaze sweeping over everything around him and an arrogant smile on his face, he looked at Yang Jian and gently shook his head.

"Yang Jian, your posture is really pathetic."

Yang Jian stood on the ground, his body ablaze with black flames. He was in poor condition, soaking wet, and needed to focus on maintaining his balance with the black flames.

Upon seeing Ye Zhen's appearance, Yang Jian understood how Wang Xiaoming had persuaded Ye Zhen to come and provide support.

At this moment, Ye Zhen's personality reverted to its former state, before the destruction of Dahai City. He was immature and unruly.

"It's just a memory! Watch how I destroy Li Leping!"

After saying that, Ye Zhen raised his longsword and charged towards Li Leping.

At that moment, a pale white light exploded in mid-air, and the priest's figure appeared beside Li Leping.

But before he could get close, Ye Zhen's longsword blocked his path.

Ye Zhen looked down at the priest, his tone icy, "Foreigner, do you want to die?"

The priest's expression remained unchanged as he calmly glanced at Ye Zhen.

The iron ring above his head suddenly flipped over and began to spin violently.

"Ok?"

Ye Zhen was stunned. A gigantic human face suddenly appeared in the white light without warning. In his vision, the priest slowly turned his head.

The next second, Ye Zhen was launched like a cannonball, piercing through several tall buildings.

Amidst the smoke and dust of the collapsed building, Ye Zhen's angry voice rang out, "You foreigners! You didn't even shout out your moves!"

At the same time, thick, acrid black smoke spread from behind the priest, blocking the white light that was attacking Ye Zhen.

Amidst the black smoke, a corpse whose features were obscured appeared and disappeared; it was Li Leping.

He was in a daze and moved slowly, yet he was unknowingly moving closer to the priest.

He raised his arm and reached out to touch the priest, but before he could touch him, a buzzing sound came from above his head.

"I will kill you."

Ye Zhen's voice fell coldly as he descended from the sky with his long sword, its eerie light emanating from it, aiming straight for Li Leping's arm.

Before Ye Zhen could launch his attack, the priest suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Zhen.

"stop!"

The iron ring on his head detached from the priest and rushed towards Ye Zhen in that instant.

Ye Zhen's expression changed, and he raised his sword to defend himself.

This iron ring completely defies the perspective effect of objects appearing larger when closer and smaller when farther away; regardless of changes in distance, the iron ring always maintains a constant size.

A strange thing happened: as the iron ring got closer to Ye Zhen, the originally tiny iron ring suddenly enlarged and tightly strangled Ye Zhen's entire body.

"You foreigner, you're playing dirty tricks, aren't you?"

Ye Zhen was unable to move at this moment, as the iron ring seemed to have a strong restrictive effect.

"Young man, don't get in my way."

The priest glanced at Ye Zhen, then grabbed with one hand, and the rusty iron ring tightened abruptly with his movement.

"Snapped!"

Ye Zhen's body was strangled and cut in two.

However, in less than a second, his body was immediately put back together.

Before Ye Zhen could make his next move, a charred hand suddenly slapped him on the shoulder. Li Leping was not fully conscious at the moment, and when he killed, he didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

"Two against one?!" Ye Zhen laughed arrogantly.

"Exactly what I want!"

The body, which had been reassembled, was torn apart again after being touched by Li Leping.

Both halves of the body plummeted rapidly from the sky.

But Ye Zhen's expression remained unchanged, still bearing a confident smile.

Within those bright eyes, a long sword seemed to be dancing.

"Here comes the sword!!!"

A high-pitched, impassioned cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and the body instantly healed together. This exaggerated restart method was even more outrageous than Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.

Immediately afterwards, a deep hum descended from above the black smoke.

Dull, yet jarring. Like the wailing of tens of thousands of corpses.

Buzz - boom! ! !

A rusty longsword fell to the ground.

One after another, they came down incessantly, like a torrential rain.

Countless identical longswords pierced through the black smoke and fell rapidly, densely packed, boundless, and darkly filling the sky.

Then, all the longswords converged in Ye Zhen's direction.

Once again, its intact body soared into the sky, parting the dark clouds to reveal a sliver of golden sunlight.

Ye Zhen stood high in the sky with his back to the light, the long sword that almost covered half the sky slowly rotating behind him, emitting a roaring hum.

"Foreigner! If you can withstand this move of mine, I'll give you the title of the strongest!"

"Supernatural superimposed"

The priest had a serious expression.

"But this number is too outrageous; we can't stop it."

Looking at the overwhelming array of longswords high in the sky, each one possessed a complete supernatural quality.

Unlike the priest's supernatural superimposition, this was Ye Zhen's own supernatural ability.

It can be said that no one in the current paranormal community can withstand this attack.

Even Yang Jian could only use a clever trick to rewrite the fact that Ye Zhen had made a move by using the black fire.

Otherwise, if they faced each other head-on, Yang Jian wasn't confident he could survive.

The priest shouted, "Ye Zhen! I know you, the boss of the paranormal forum, the number one ghost tamer in Asia, but you don't need to stop me. I'm only here for Li Leping."

"Oh? It seems you, a foreigner, have some sense."

Ye Zhen smoothed her messy hair from her forehead, seemingly quite pleased with the compliment.

"I have lived my whole life on thin ice. I only want to find someone I can give my all to."

"?"

The priest looked bewildered; Ye Zhen's personality left him somewhat confused, and their conversation seemed completely nonsensical.

He pointed his longsword at the priest: "Foreigner! Tell me your name! This sword of mine never slays nameless men!"

The priest's expression was serious; he was always rigid in his manner. However, seeing that Ye Zhen didn't seem to be joking, he slowly began to speak:

“John George.”

"I have a dream. I want to..."

"Dating toes? What a weird name."

However, Ye Zhen didn't think much of it. Before the priest could finish speaking, he shouted, "Come on! Toes! Today's battle will surely make my name as the strongest man resound throughout the world!"

(End of this chapter)