Chapter 390: 【160】Unharmed by seeing the divine, half-step Immortal
"Heaven and Earth, bestow upon me divine power, let mana rise like the wind, invite the spirit into my body!"
Zhong Cheng stomped on the ground, clasped his hands, made a gesture, and began to mumble while shaking his head.
The faster he shook, the more solid the fierce shadow in his eyes became, and soon, Zhong Cheng’s aura surged once again.
It had already reached the level of the Lower Dantian Condensing Pill.
Wang Longhu watched from the side, not stopping him, instead feeling curious about Zhong Cheng’s actions and changes.
According to Wang Longhu’s knowledge, there was a technique among the people called ’Divine Strike.’
Divine Strike, also known as spirit invocation, allows the cultivator once successful, to fear neither blade nor fire, to feel no fatigue or pain.
This is an ancient strange art researched by mages in charge of rituals, allowing those possessed by gods to be invincible in battle.
Divine Strike is divided into True Divine Strike and Illusory Divine Strike. True Divine Strike involves the actual arrival of the god you’ve invoked, granting you superhuman strength.
Illusory Divine Strike, on the other hand, does not involve actual possession; a portion of power is borrowed, allowing you to unleash formidable combat strength.
From what Wang Longhu has learned, a genuine Divine Strike requires setting up an altar, offering tributes, and kneeling to invite either deities or unparalleled warriors to achieve true spirit possession.
In the past century, the most commonly invoked deities in spirit possession included Emperor Guan, Three Altar Sea Meeting Gods, and the Battle Buddha.
But the costs of using Divine Strike are significant, and the process involves considerable risks, with failures resulting in mental harm, or at worst, instant death.
Zhong Cheng’s approach seemed more like the ’Divine Fist’ within Divine Strike.
Divine Fist advocates randomly invoking any god, utilizing their extraordinary power.
Watching the fierce shadow on Zhong Cheng, Wang Longhu guessed he might have invoked some wayward spirit or malignant deity.
"Ha! Ha!" Zhong Cheng laughed wildly and suddenly lunged at Wang Longhu.
Striking towards Wang Longhu’s face, the palm generated an astounding wind force, extending three to four meters behind Zhong Cheng.
As a Gang Qi Grandmaster, Wang Longhu knew all too well this was a display of explosive power.
However, Wang Longhu had already reached this level during the Four Poison Hall’s encirclement and annihilation in Vietnam’s Red River District.
How could someone relying on Divine Strike to exhibit such power dare to attack him first?
With a cold smile, Wang Longhu did not even move a step, and his fingers like swords, casually gestured.
Swoosh!
From about eight inches away, a Gang Qi struck Zhong Cheng’s palm, instantly piercing a finger-thick blood hole.
But this wasn’t the end. As Wang Longhu’s fingers touched Zhong Cheng’s palm, a surge of Inner Strength erupted.
Starting from Zhong Cheng’s hand, immense Inner Strength poured into him, disrupting every meridian in his body.
"Ah!!!"
Moments ago, still so arrogant, Zhong Cheng’s face changed dramatically, letting out an uncontrollable guttural scream.
At this moment, he felt like high-voltage currents flowed through his body, causing nerve-wracking pain throughout his senses.
It was as if millions of needles were relentlessly piercing his skin and internal organs, a pain more despairing than being sliced by a thousand blades.
Truly neither able to live nor die.
And under Wang Longhu’s deliberate control, Zhong Cheng couldn’t even succumb to unconsciousness and had to face this agony fully aware.
"Speak, who sent you?" Wang Longhu asked indifferently.
Even the formidable Jiang Tianzhen, the strongest of the White Lotus Society’s Branch, had fallen at his hands, how could a mere Zhong Cheng, equivalent to a Lower Dantian Condensing Pill, be his match?
Zhong Cheng’s post-invocation power could compare with Tianle Daoist, but to engage Wang Longhu was foolish.
"Heaven, Heaven and Earth, bestow, divine, divine power, mana rises like the, wind, wind, invite the spirit, into, the body."
Zhong Cheng gritted his teeth, stubbornly growling madly. The fierce spirit on him surged again, roaring toward Wang Longhu.
Wang Longhu felt a spiritual fluctuation and instinctively released Zhong Cheng’s hand.
Zhong Cheng struggled to rise and rammed into Wang Longhu’s chest, only to be repelled by Wang Longhu’s Gang Qi, sending him crashing into the alley wall.
"This thing can affect my spirit?!" Wang Longhu, looking at Zhong Cheng’s now dimmed fierce spirit shadow, was a bit surprised.
Though brief, less than a second of distraction, for experts, such a lapse could mean a fatal flaw, decisive in the battle’s outcome.
Zhong Cheng was too weak to handle even Wang Longhu’s Gang Qi; otherwise, tonight’s result might truly have been uncertain.
"Cough! Wow!"
Zhong Cheng fell from the wall, unable to hold back a large mouthful of blood, his demeanor showed weakness.
The essence of Divine Strike lies in the user’s spirit. Once the user’s spirit weakens, unable to bear the god, the invoked god will be forced to depart.
The human body possessing spirit, regardless of the result, will suffer backlash, with plenty of side effects.
At this point, this guy was already self-defeated, let alone continuing to face off with Wang Longhu.