Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Gerald bowed slightly: "Mr. Morgan, I didn't expect you to be here too."

"How could I not come?" Mr. Morgan's voice boomed. "Last night, all of England's industry vanished overnight!"

"The factory collapsed, the railway tracks crumbled, the port is gone, and even all the precision instruments in my laboratory have turned into a pile of scrap metal!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his spittle almost spraying onto Gerald's face: "Tell me what exactly happened?"

"Was it done by the King of Magicians and the Eastern Demon? What do they mean by this? Are they turning all of London into their playground?!"

Gerald said helplessly, "They are god-slayers, what can we mortals do?"

Mr. Morgan retorted angrily, "What godkiller? How could a human possibly kill a god?"

"We haven't even settled accounts with the Marquis of Voban for trespassing at Buckingham Palace, and now he's caused such a huge mess!"

He turned around abruptly, pointing behind him at the magician in a suit and tie, and the magic knight in armor or knight's attire.

"Let me tell you, we righteous followers of the demonic path have already rallied and formed the Council of Sages. From now on, we will specifically deal with the god-slayers you mentioned!"

Zhang Yang, standing to the side, couldn't help but interject, "Actually, there aren't two."

Mr. Morgan was taken aback: "What did you say?"

“I said, the fight last night wasn’t between two Godslayers, but between three.”

"An Eastern religious leader, a Western demon king, and a maid from India."

"Oh, there should be four now."

Why four?

"because……"

Zhang Yang pointed to himself, "I also just became a god-slayer."

“I’m not familiar with the mysterious, nor do I understand the rules of your world. But I’m going to a place.”

"I need someone to help me open the 'Fairy Corridor' located underground."

"I want to go to the Fairy Realm."

"I have a grudge to settle with a certain fairy king I don't know."

Yes, he can't stand it for even a second longer now.

One of the dwarves who harmed him before is still alive, and he must take revenge immediately!

Mr. Morgan's expression became quite interesting: "What nonsense are you spouting, a Qing dynasty man!"

"Some kid who appeared out of nowhere came up to us and said you're a god-slayer?"

"What a joke! How could a human kill a god? That sorcerer and the King of Magicians may be powerful, but so what? Our Great British Empire is no less powerful!"

"You're the Godslayer, right? Perfect, we've been looking for someone to take you to Buckingham Palace right now!"

"Charge them!"

Mr. Morgan gave the order.

A magician from Britain and a black magician of Indian descent make their moves simultaneously.

Incantations rang out from all directions, and multicolored lights flickered in the air.

Curses, bindings, spell shockwaves, shadow arrows of black magic...

Dozens of attacks came from all directions and bombarded Zhang Yang!

Then--

Nothing happened.

All magic, all spells, and all supernatural attacks from various schools of thought became ineffective the moment they came into contact with Zhang Yang's body.

"No, what is this?" Mr. Morgan gritted his teeth, but did not back down. "Knight! Melee!"

From the crowd, several lightly armored magic knights drew their longswords and charged towards Zhang Yang.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The speed was astonishing, the sword flashed, and it aimed straight for Zhang Yang's throat and heart.

Zhang Yang looked at the sword lights and found them surprisingly slow, causing his body to react instinctively.

boom!

He threw a straight punch.

Inch-force, thunderbolt.

When that punch was thrown, everyone present felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck their brains, and with a bang, their minds went completely blank.

Before the fist arrives, the soul is severed.

The martial arts of the Taixu Sect not only destroy the enemy's physical body, but also their spirit.

This was the first thing Cheng Ling Shuang said to him when she taught him the Cun Xin Quan technique.

Only weak martial artists aim to destroy the physical bodies of others.

Just like when a person falls from a great height, they often don't die from the fall itself, but are scared to death in mid-air.

The essence of the "Inch Power - Thunderbolt" technique lies in mobilizing the body's energy and spirit, condensing it into a powerful aura, and then releasing it at the moment of punching.

That aura was like the shock of lightning striking the ground.

Everything trembled.

When mastered, the Inch Punch - Thunderclap can even trigger changes in the surrounding energy, forming a ball of energy that rolls forward like thunder.

Before killing the god, Zhang Yang would never have been able to throw this punch, but now, he instinctively threw it.

Zhang Yang felt a moment of disorientation; it was as if the world had changed overnight.

Cheng Ling Shuang said he needed a good wind to "go to heaven".

He hadn't expected the gust of wind to come so quickly.

He had already reached the heavens, and all his enemies would taste the thunderbolts falling from the sky!

Chapter Thirty-Three: Powerful Body, Profound Cursional Power

The magic knight's sword was already upon him.

Zhang Yang turned to the side, flipped his wrist, and hooked his five fingers onto the sword.

The knight reacted extremely quickly, twisting the hilt of his sword and slashing the horizontal blade towards Zhang Yang's fingers.

Clang!

When their fingers clashed, sparks flew; his fingers were as hard as if they were made of steel.

But that knight was no weakling either.

The moment the sword was deflected, the knight clenched his other fist and slammed it down. The force of the punch was fierce and heavy, weighing at least a thousand pounds.

Zhang Yang raised his hand to block.

boom!

The two men each took three steps back, leaving cracks in the ground beneath their feet.

Zhang Yang stopped, looked at his palm, and then at the knight opposite him.

"That's interesting."

The moment he finished speaking, the magic knights who had been stunned by his "Inch Force - Thunderclap" also started to move.

Brush brush!

Three sword lights struck down simultaneously from different directions, their perfect coordination sealing off all his escape routes.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, his muscles and bones thumping, producing a deep, muffled sound like the roar of a tiger or leopard.

boom!

Inch-force, chaotic thunder.

The key to this move is "chaos".

The arm vibrated at an extremely high frequency, every muscle was exerting its strength, like the continuous thunderclaps in a thunderstorm, wave after wave, without a moment's pause.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

His fist slammed into the three longswords in succession, each impact producing a crisp metallic pop.

The three longswords were simultaneously knocked away, their blades trembling violently. The knights holding the swords felt their hands go numb and nearly dropped them.

Instant power, simply put, is explosive force over a short distance.

It's not about swinging your arms dramatically, but about twisting your tendons and bones and tensing your muscles to unleash the power of your entire body within a short distance.

Like a spring compressed to its limit, it bursts forth with power far exceeding its own limits at the moment of release.

Zhang Yang unleashed over a dozen punches in quick succession, each one landing squarely, forcing the magic knights to retreat repeatedly.

But their formation remained intact. After retreating, they regained their footing, shifted their stance, and began to defend.

Zhang Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

These knights are indeed formidable.

With his body tempered by magic and his strict tactical coordination, even in his current god-slaying form, he could not defeat them in a short time.

Bang! (The sound of something being thrown)

He knocked back the knight in front of him with a single punch and was about to give chase when he suddenly heard a low, guttural roar. (Spirit)

The ground is shaking.

Boom, boom, boom! (Turn)

The dull sound of footsteps came from afar, growing louder as they approached.

Zhang Yang turned his head and saw seven figures emerge from the crowd.

They wore brightly colored robes, had headscarves, and had dark skin.

It was a mysterious beast tamer from the Malay Peninsula.

One of them raised the bone flute in his hand and blew out a sharp note.

hum!

A huge crack appeared in the air, and on the other side of the crack was a dense rainforest.

A branch stretched out from the crack, and then a huge tiger appeared.

That tiger was as big as two water buffaloes.

Its fur is a mix of golden and white, its fangs are like daggers, and its claws leave deep claw marks with every step it takes.

Its eyes glowed crimson, clearly indicating that it had been modified.

Seven giant tigers emerged from the crack, each possessing the size and strength of a modern tank, followed by an even deeper, louder roar.

Boom!

A war elephant emerged from inside.

Standing ten meters tall, its skin covered in iron-gray armor plates, and sharp blades bound to its ivory, it resembled a mobile fortress.

The beast tamer blew the bone flute, and the seven giant tigers simultaneously lowered their bodies, assuming a pouncing posture.

Standing in front of them, Zhang Yang suddenly felt like he was being watched in a zoo.

"Tsk."

The seven giant tigers pounced at the same time.

Its speed was astonishing; its enormous form blotted out the sky, and its sharp claws, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as they tore through the air, descended from all directions.

Zhang Yang reacted instinctively. The ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded, and he shot forward like an arrow, narrowly avoiding the first giant tiger's pounce. At the same time, he punched the second giant tiger in the jaw.

With a crack, the giant tiger was sent flying.

But the other five had already surrounded them.

He had to jump back to create distance again.