Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 745 - 745: Taoist Puppet, Flesh Monster_1

"Wait, I surrender!" At the sight of the countless swirling Magical Artifacts, Su Shan immediately declared his surrender."Surrender? Do you have enough value?" The Evil King's voice, transmitted through the resonance created by the movement of the Magical Artifacts, echoed around him.

"What do I need to demonstrate?" There was no dissatisfaction in Su Shan's voice, only a calm inquiry.

They were at a major disadvantage; naturally, they couldn't dictate terms. If I were to misjudge the situation and act arrogantly, it wouldn't be surrender, only provocation.

The Evil King didn't respond. Instead, large quantities of Magical Artifacts began to combine, eventually forming a humanoid puppet. Constructed seemingly from iron and gold, it looked impenetrably solid.

"Survive until Skyfall, and you will have sufficient value to join us," the humanoid Magical Artifact uttered in an emotionless voice.

Su Shan narrowed his eyes. The puppet's strength was on par with his own. This meant that the other party was not intending to bully with strength but wanted a fair duel.

However, this is extremely challenging. To kill an opponent of equal strength, one must first outperform them in terms of fighting abilities. But is this possible? I'm a seasoned warrior, but the opponent obviously is too. The opponent set simpler conditions—just to survive. This hints at their enormous advantage, even their capability to kill me.

"Any issues?" the Taoist Puppet asked once again.

"No issue, let's get started, but..." Before Su Shan could finish his sentence, the Taoist Puppet attacked. Had his reflexes not been fast, his head would have been lopped off on the spot.

Whether in close-quarters combat or launching an attack, the opponent was extremely fierce. Su Shan, caught off guard, barely managed to keep up.

Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure. He did not waste his breath admonishing the opponent for their unchivalrous surprise attack. Instead, he realized he had underestimated their cunning. Fighting is always a matter of life and death. It would be laughable to complain that the enemy took the initiative when I myself did not.

As for my intention of joining them, the premise is that I *have* joined. Until then, we are still enemies.

"Your reaction time is good, but you're overly reliant on your weapons," the Taoist Puppet remarked as it grabbed hold of Su Shan's Life Flying Sword. However, just as it finished speaking, the Flying Sword broke free, morphing into a beam of light that pierced through the Taoist Puppet's head.

"Impressive. Relying on a weapon is not an issue, as long as that weapon is strong enough."

The Taoist Puppet praised him, while the hole in its head began to slowly heal, like flowing water.

The opponent was not alive; its whole body was a combination of various Magical Artifacts—a living Magical Artifact. Damage was not an issue, as it was capable of repairing itself.

Su Shan was naturally taken aback, but he quickly composed himself and once again manipulated his Flying Sword to attack.

"You've still made a fundamental mistake. Against a human, that move would have heavily injured them, but I am not human," the Taoist Puppet continued, reminding him.

"Thanks for the reminder, but..." Su Shan could not finish his sentence. An opening created by his speech was seized upon by the Taoist Puppet; its left hand transformed into a sharp blade and pierced straight through his chest.

Fortunately, this didn't affect him too much, so he disengaged without hesitation.

At the same time, he felt a burning pain in his chest. The wound was supposed to start regenerating naturally; however, it showed no signs of healing and instead seemed to worsen.

He immediately understood: the opponent's attack had somehow suppressed his regeneration capabilities. Even his attempts to mend it by manipulating fundamental principles had failed.

"Don't speak when you're at a disadvantage in battle. As soon as you open your mouth, it affects your body and creates an opening," the Taoist Puppet reminded once more.

The look in Su Shan's eyes hardened. Yet, he remained silent, taking this opportunity to launch a surprise attack instead.

His surprise attack, which he considered extremely swift, was, however, easily intercepted by the opponent.

"Good, you are improving. You made a move when I was talking. However, here's another reminder."

As the Taoist Puppet spoke, it pierced Su Shan's chest again. This time, its weapon was not a blade but a barbed hook that, with a jerk, ripped out a chunk of flesh and organs.

"You are human; I am not. When I speak, it does not affect my physical movements."

BANG!

A radiant light burst from its right hand, blasting Su Shan away.

Fire Light and an immense Impact tore apart the surrounding space, turning hundreds of miles around them into a giant void.

Melee combat didn't mean the Taoist Puppet couldn't use ranged thermal weapons.

Su Shan struggled to his feet. His injuries started to heal. He knew the opponent was giving him a chance; otherwise, it wouldn't have just blasted him away but would have dispersed his soul on the spot. It seemed more like the opponent was testing his Potential.

This time, he didn't speak; instead, he directly launched a sneak attack. The opponent is purely a combat puppet, emotionless; taking action is essential. Showing mercy might be the opponent's way of cherishing talent; my combat power is quite suitable for being cannon fodder.

Li Ying was heading west when he was blocked by the huge Flesh Monster that had a conflict with them earlier.

The man who had initially engaged them had been waiting for a long time. The difference this time was that the opponent didn't have that twisted giant hand.

"I know you've come to surrender," the man said with a grin.

When Li Ying saw the man's smile, he felt a bit strange. Why does it seem as if the man is looking at himself?

"Then I..." However, when Li Ying heard what the man said, he sighed with relief. The awkwardness doesn't matter; what matters is surviving. Though he hadn't finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted.

"But it won't be easy for you to join. A little test is necessary," the man said, interrupting him without a hint of concern.

"What test?" Li Ying knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"Just survive. As long as you aren't killed by me before Skyfall, you'll have passed."

As the man spoke, the flesh on his body began to swell. Various twisted organs appeared on his skin, transforming him into an unrecognizable Flesh Monster. He continued to speak in a mocking tone, "I'm not like the others; I won't give you a chance."

"So if you want to survive, give it your all."

As his words fell, a wild gale rushed toward Li Ying.

The first one to act wasn't the Flesh Monster; it was Li Ying.

BOOM!

A fist slammed into the chest of the Flesh Monster, immediately creating a massive hole.

Unlike Su Shan, a sword cultivator, Li Ying was actually a body cultivator. He specialized in honing and fortifying his own body, pouring all his resources into self-strengthening, thus possessing a formidable physique and soul.

"Not bad, I'm starting to like you." The Flesh Monster didn't get angry because of Li Ying's sneak attack; instead, it seemed to admire him. A fight should be ruthless and employ any means necessary, not graceful and gallant.

Despite its admiration, it did not ease up. Its fist, larger than Li Ying's body, hammered down towards him.

Li Ying had no intention of dodging. Instead, he met the attack with his own fist.

CRACK...

As the two fists met—one large, one small—Li Ying's arm undoubtedly snapped. He was then blasted away like a cannonball.

He immediately regained control of his momentum but was already dozens of miles away. Li Ying looked at his mangled right hand with a calm expression. In an instant, flesh and bone regrew, and his hand was restored.

"HA!!!"

Channeling all his strength into his fists, he once again met the Flesh Monster's blow.

"You're really good. Very good. HAHAHA!!!" The Flesh Monster cackled sharply as it watched Li Ying get sent flying by its attack again.

This time, Li Ying's upper body was smashed to pieces, but given the power of his body cultivation, he recovered quickly.

If a body cultivator's recovery rate wasn't fast, what would be the point of having such a strong physique?

Li Ying didn't respond. The instant he recovered, he lunged at the Flesh Monster's head. After taking two hits like that, I have to strike back!

This time, however, he did not manage to damage the Flesh Monster. Instead, his own head was viciously bitten by it.

He did not die. After all, he was a cultivator at the Ancestral God Realm, where the head and heart were not fatal weaknesses. However, he remained at a disadvantage, which was far from a pleasant experience.

Not everyone enjoys being hit. Each injury and attack brings immense pain. I'm not a masochist, so how could I possibly enjoy pain?