Inner Destroyer

　Is this a battle between the strong? !

　At the same time, Qi Xing had realized three things in this battle.

　First, the old Yoruba African priest might be wrong. The mythical prototype of the silver coin power of "Black Spartacus" should not be just an African creation god.

　Because he used so much divine power! Every move he made seemed like a different African god!

　Secondly, since "Black Spartacus" hadn't yet revealed his true mythical form, it was likely that he hadn't yet fully unleashed his full power. If that were the case, Qi Xing would likely have a hard time winning if he relied solely on his own abilities.

　Are these the true "Silver Messengers"? Holding one-thirtieth of the universe's administrator authority, they are truly the evil gods of the human world, the demon kings who do whatever they want.

　As the saying goes, whoever uses up all their cards first in a battle loses. Qi Xing hadn't used up any of his silver coins yet, and he still had three ultimate moves in his "Thunder Fighting Technique" to unleash. So, at this point, which card should he use first?

　Some people may say that silver coins are the strongest trump card and should be saved until the end, but Qi Xing does not think so.

　Because kung fu is something Qi Xing cultivates himself. Silver coins are just external objects, right? How can one trust his ultimate trump card with something unknown?

　So thirdly, although Qi Xing was still wary of the power of the silver coin, it was probably time to use it.

　Just as "Black Spartacus" sang a new war song, transforming into the African god of war, Qi Xing suddenly retreated, quickly widening the distance.

　The first silver coin was already spinning in Qi Xing's hand.

　Black Spartacus stopped immediately and didn't pursue. He waited.

　He saw the silver coin transform into a golden scimitar in Qi Xing's hand, flowing with the sun's light and engraved with hymns in hieroglyphics, symbolizing power and destiny, and carrying the glory of the ancient God-King.

　This is an Egyptian sickle sword (Khopesh).

　Is Qi Xing going to use this sword to chop down "Black Spartacus"? Actually, he could do that, but not this time.

　Since we are going to use it anyway, and it’s the first time we are using it in actual combat, we might as well offer a big opening promotion, use it more, and let more people see it!

　Qi Xing raised his sword high above his head and twisted his wrist. The blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a fiery halo in the night sky. Golden sunfire instantly followed the sword's trace, and the halo expanded instantly. It soared into the air like a blazing flame, enveloping him completely!

　In an instant, pieces of armor emerged from the blazing flames like molten iron, covering his entire body along intersecting lines of light. Every inch of metal was engraved with ancient inscriptions, heavy and majestic. A helmet like a bone mask formed from the fire, covering Qi Xing's face. His hollow eyes flickered with a deep green light, as if the soul of an ancient dead had been resurrected.

　The sickle-shaped sword in his hand also changed, turning into a huge sickle, with the blade spewing golden flames.

　"sharp."

　Although he had been expecting this, Black Spartacus couldn't help but grin when he saw Qi Xing's current form and power.

　"Transformed into a hero? Very cool."

　Qi Xing ignored him. As the firelight shone, he looked down at his hands, feeling the divine power surging within him. He could also hear the Evil God Loli's chuckle beside him, and the desire to fight surged like a tide.

　He swung the sickle lightly, and the sharp blade cut through the air. Golden light fell like a meteor, burning the darkness.

　At this moment, he finally understood why "Black Spartacus" was so open about his hatred for other ordinary people (

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　Whether it is his own men or the exorcist) contempt.

　From this moment on, he was truly no longer a mortal.

　040: Unreasonable

　It's really hard to describe this feeling.

　Behind the towering windows of the Association's headquarters, Sister Elaine clutched the cross on her chest, her eyes reflecting the mythical battle on the square.

　Thunder, strong winds, curses and flames intertwined, tearing the sky and the earth apart.

　The battle was beyond the mortal's dynamic vision, so fast that it was impossible to keep up. It seemed as if only afterimages and deafening roars remained between heaven and earth.

　boom!

　The air was crackling, the ground was collapsing, and everyone was wailing. But she couldn't even see their movements clearly. She could only see a flash of lightning and a violent black shadow constantly intersecting, sometimes colliding, sometimes separating. Each confrontation would trigger a shock wave, tearing the ground into a bottomless chasm.

　When truly powerful warriors fight, their aura and shock waves are enough to destroy everything around them and affect the weaker ones around them.

　Elaine could only see that the immortal energy and divine power of both parties were overflowing from their bodies, forming an almost clearly visible illusion.

　Thunder and fighting spirit mingled within Master Lei Pu. His inner energies surged skyward, illuminating the dark night and reaching for the heavens. Visible for at least ten miles, the massive pillar of lightning was dazzling. The very air between heaven and earth seemed to ignite with electricity, trembling with his rage.

　The divine power of "Black Spartacus" possessed a different power. Light erupted from his body, tearing through the air like a raging torrent, surging toward the heavens. But it was no ordinary, straight stream of light. Instead, it twisted and swayed across the night sky, churning with a strange interweaving of gold, blue, and purple, constantly shifting into various forms, like the surging waves of the sea.

　His aura is so powerful that it can erode reality.

　Is this really a form of divine power derived from the primitive mythology of the Fang people of West Africa?

　Elaine always felt that something was wrong.

　But on the other hand, she couldn't see the details of the battle clearly. She could only see a flash of lightning suddenly explode, and then the two figures suddenly separated.

　She saw Qi Xing closing the distance at incredible speed, and the silver coin turned into a sword, drawing a circle above his head.

　She saw a golden light envelop Qi Xing's entire body like flowing water, filling everyone's vision with a dazzling light. When the light faded, Qi Xing had completely changed.

　The dazzling golden armor gleamed in the moonlight. The entire set of armor was carved with intricate patterns and inlaid with skulls on the surface, exuding the majesty of death and holiness.

　His head was now covered by a mask of bones with a golden cross engraved on it, like the crown of the King of the Dead, and in his hand he held a scythe.

　This outfit, from head to toe, was clearly designed by the loli evil god Samael himself, fully demonstrating the aesthetic taste of the creator of this absurd world.

　Elaine felt a wave of discomfort just by looking at the armor and scythe. The golden armor wasn't simply brilliant, but rather held a strange chill, like a curse amidst glory, like an immortal statue on an altar, its hollow skull eyes gazing back at the mundane.

　Why a sickle? Because it was meant to be. Osiris was the god of vegetation, agriculture, and the underworld. It was only natural for both the god of agriculture and the god of death to use sickles as sacred weapons.

　And there are more stories about the sickle.

　The other exorcists hiding in the "Association" are now watching this mythical battle between "Rip Man" and "Black Spartacus" from afar.

　"[Rip Man's] new ability is surprisingly also mythical... As expected, he's at least at the [7=4 (Grandmaster)] level... maybe even higher."

　"What is this? A secret treasure of the Holy See?"

　“Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud. On the cloud sat one like the Son of Man, with a golden crown on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand.” This is from the Book of Revelation of John.

　The exorcists were whispering to each other, and the excited discussion could not stop.

　On the one hand, the outcome of this battle could very well determine their life or death;

　On the other hand... to be honest, it's hard not to want to see two big, strong, and domineering guys fighting with their own eyes.

　So exciting! Being an audience member may be a natural instinct in human nature.

　Yet it was precisely this part—the part of doing nothing—that bothered Elaine the most.

　The others seemed content to just watch from the sidelines, or offer as much help as possible to their own strong men. But Elaine was deeply troubled by this.

　Others were fighting to save the world, fighting on a much higher level than her, like lightning and thunder in the sky - while she was hiding in the basement, hoping that the storm would pass.

　She doesn't like this.

　at the same time--

　Black Spartacus also carefully examined the transformed Rep Man. He looked at Qi Xing's now-bone mask, golden armor, and blazing scythe.

　"As far as I know, there are two types of people who receive silver coins. The former, due to their lack of desire, are controlled by the silver coins."

　Then he grinned,

　"Only those with deep and far-reaching desires can control the silver coins in their hands. 'Master Leipu', it is clear that your desires are also insatiable - very good, very good!"

　He was actually very happy!

　As the fighting between the two sides temporarily stopped, and while the shock wave subsided, another team of voodoo warriors rushed over from outside the battlefield.

　These guys, who looked like special effects soldiers, either surrounded Qi Xing - which was stupid; or tried to take advantage of the opportunity to bypass Qi Xing and attack the "Association" - which was even stupider.

　However,

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　When Qi Xing was about to kill all these miscellaneous soldiers... something incredible happened.

　"Who allowed you to help?"

　Black Spartacus waved his hand, and the twenty or so voodoo warriors fell dead, transformed into burning chunks of flesh. The burn marks on the edges of the chunks even glowed.

　"It's not your turn to embarrass yourself on the stage between me and 'Rep Master'."

　He was so impatient that he killed all his subordinates at once!

　Whether it was those who tried to surround Qi Xing or those voodoo fighters who were attacking the "Association", they all fell dead in an instant!

　For a moment, even Qi Xing couldn't help but frown: "What does this mean?"

　"How can we allow garbage to defile our stage?"

　The black man laughed again,

　"Master Leipu, you've shown your true abilities now. If you want to cherish your children, you should keep them farther away."

　What…ah?

　What the hell is this guy talking about?

　Qi Xing didn't even understand what "Black Spartacus" meant at first. It took him about a second to realize what the black man was talking about.

　Simply put, in the eyes of "Black Spartacus", all those exorcists hiding in the association's headquarters are at best just dolls playing house with Qi Xing.

　Since Qi Xing was worried that they would be damaged in the battle, he should move them back and out of the battlefield. After all, the two of them were about to show their true abilities in a full-scale battle.

　Even before they fought with all their strength, the shockwaves of their battle were terrifying enough to crush all the weaklings within a 300-foot radius whose strength was less than first-rate.

　If we really use the power of "silver coins" to fight the myth war with all our strength, can these dozen weak kids hiding behind to buff Qi Xing still survive?

　So the black man didn't mind Qi Xing stopping now, and going to move these exorcists away first, and then come back to continue fighting him.

　Is he crazy?

　——Qi Xing really wanted to say this, but he intuitively knew that it was not the case.

　Because he had used the silver coin himself, Qi Xing understood even more clearly that Black Spartacus probably truly believed that, aside from the Silver Messenger, all other humans were mere flesh-and-blood puppets at their mercy.

　This black man believed, from the bottom of his heart, without a doubt, that his "strength" naturally gave him superiority over other weaker humans. Only another "Silver Coin Messenger" was worthy of breathing and speaking in his presence.

　He's really a little crazy.

　But what he said is not completely unreasonable.

　So Qi Xing took out his gourd, turned around, and pointed it at the dozen or so exorcists in the Association's hall. He poured his "Dominant" divine power into the gourd and shouted, "Collect."

　In a flash! Before the exorcists could react, Qi Xing had sucked all ten of them into the gourd! Qi Xing closed the lid and calmly put it away!

　Previously, the gourd could only hold a few dozen people at most, and it would become extremely crowded. It also sucked in completely defenseless, mortal Muggles. However, Osiris is the god of plants and the god of dominion. Therefore, the gourd's interior has become a hidden world, capable of accommodating thousands of people. Furthermore, it can directly suck in the weak, leaving them no chance to resist Qi Xing's orders.

　As long as he uses the power of the "first silver coin" to strengthen Qi Xing's spells and magic weapons, as long as the compatibility is suitable, he can certainly accomplish such a small task, which is very easy.

　"Why do we need to move further away? Even if we're worried, protecting them like this is enough."

　After collecting the exorcist, Qi Xing said calmly.

　The power of a silver coin is far more than just a few fixed skills corresponding to its mythical prototype. How to extend and utilize its divine attributes is entirely up to the "messenger".

　"interesting."

　Seeing Qi Xing's unexpected move, "Black Spartacus" actually smiled happily.

　"Any other new tricks?"

　good question.

　Qi Xing stopped talking and walked towards the black man.

　At first, he moved slowly, his heavy golden-armored footsteps firmly on the relatively soft ground.

　But then, Qi Xing suddenly began to speed up. Each step he took gently shook the rock and soil, leaving a huge dent in the ground.

　The massive scythe in his hand seemed poised for a strike, aimed directly at his fellow Silver Messenger. What power lay within that enormous scythe?

　Despite his laughter, Black Spartacus never underestimated Qi Xing's strength as a fellow warrior. He was no easy opponent. While smiling, he also focused his attention to the utmost, intently preparing for Qi Xing's new move.

　Dazzling, multicolored light began to emanate from him once more, and a vision of the Voodoo King slowly emerged from behind him—an immensely colossal dark god of war, his body woven from blood and flames. Each hand held a different weapon: a blood-stained scimitar, a staff of burning bones. A frenzy of light and shadow surged into the sky, like a tsunami devouring the earth, its raging waves twisting into a whirlpool.

　Standing in the center of this light and shadow, he seemed to have become the incarnation of the devil.

　He saw Qi Xing slowly raise the giant sickle in his hand, kick his feet, and his figure suddenly accelerated. The golden afterimage tore through the air and got closer and closer to him.

　It was a critical moment. But Black Spartacus saw no problem. He remained standing, a confident smile playing on his face.