Chapter 276 The Battle Nearing its End.
At this moment, Shenger finally used his soul skill.
As his first soul ring lit up, he waved his hand in the air, and water droplets immediately floated up from his palm, then condensed into a fist-sized water ball, which he threw at Xuan Mo.
"Water Bullet!"
At the same time, Shenger's figure didn't pause at all; in that instant, he closed in on Xuan Mo.
"Even more powerful than a cannonball."
Sensing the power contained in Shenger's move, Xuan Mo narrowed his eyes; clearly, what seemed like an ordinary attack was not simple.
Therefore, facing Shenger's attack, without knowing its power, Xuan Mo didn't intend to take it head-on. So he stepped to the left, easily avoiding the water bullet attack.
But in the end, Xuan Mo still underestimated the power of the water bullet.
"Bang!"
The water bullet landed at an extremely fast speed where Xuan Mo had just stood. The next second, the deck there emitted continuous cracking sounds, and dust billowed up.
At this moment, Jinbe's figure had already arrived not far from Xuanmo. A surge of soul power condensed in his fist, and then, without any hesitation, after reaching Xuanmo's side, he threw a punch at Xuanmo's head without holding back.
With the punch, Xuanmo could even hear the wind from the fist, showing that the power of this punch surpassed his first soul skill.
"Well done!"
Xuanmo shouted softly. This was his first real sea battle with a sea soul master since arriving at sea, and Shenger's strength was enough to be a very good opponent, not someone who could be defeated in one blow. This kind of battle made Xuanmo feel exhilarated. His second soul skill lit up, and a layer of black substance enveloped Xuanmo, not only amplifying him in all aspects, but even making the originally bright red mysterious patterns on his body even more enchanting.
As Xuanmo threw his punch, a shockwave from all directions erupted from the center of Shenger's fist, stirring up a white wave on the ground.
Under the shockwave generated by the collision of the two fists, the already damaged deck was affected again, swept away and shattered.
"Hmm, not bad!"
Xuanmo raised an eyebrow, sensing the force from Shenger's fist. "But don't you know? The impact force you unleash from your fist in all directions isn't as strong as the power I concentrate my soul force and strength into a single point in my fist. So..."
"Can you take this punch?!"
Shenger seemed to understand at first, but then his expression changed drastically. Xuanmo swung his fist again, a powerful force gathering on it. If you looked closely, you would see that his fist was covered in a layer of purple light.
Although Xuanmo's fist looked slow, a purple wave of gravity had actually locked onto Shenger. The materialized gust of wind rushed towards him. The powerful and terrifying fist wind burst forth directly from Xuanmo's hand. The violent and fierce power was transformed into a single point of impact, exerting force from Xuanmo's feet and then exploding in his fist. The deck beneath his feet shattered, wood chips flew everywhere, and a large crater quickly appeared.
Had he not taken the flying sausage Oscar had thrown him in time, he would likely have been defeated the moment he threw that punch.
At this moment, unable to dodge, Shenger could only raise his hands in front of him and activate his third soul skill. His muscles bulged instantly, and veins bulged beneath his skin.
But even so, Shenger's fate remained unchanged. While no bones broke, he was sent flying like a streak of blue light.
"Boom!"
Shenger was sent flying a great distance by the punch, along with the pirate behind him, their fate unknown.
Seeing this, Xuanmo murmured, "I hope you meet my expectations, and that things are as I thought..."
"Your strength isn't enough to satisfy me."
"Cough cough cough!"
Mulin's fists, covered in diamond dragon scales, dripped blood that wasn't his own as he coldly stared at his opponent.
Meanwhile, Tailang knelt on the ground, vomiting blood. His chest was caved in, several ribs broken, and his chin and neck were covered in congealed blood.
A pool of blood on the ground around him contained fragments of internal organs coughed up by Tai Lang. His breathing had slowed considerably; he was clearly severely injured.
"Since you chose to be a pirate, living a life of constant danger, you had to be prepared to die. So, you met me today, consider it bad luck."
Mu Lin gripped a spiked club formed from his soul power in his right hand, pointing it directly at the kneeling Tai Lang.
"Next, you only need to withstand one of my attacks."
"What do you mean!?"
Tai Lang, upon hearing this, planted his martial spirit on the ground, then forced himself to sit up, swallowing the blood in his mouth, and questioned Mu Lin.
"If you can withstand one of my attacks, I'll spare your life."
Mu Lin's aura surged, and he said coldly.
"Hahaha! I've lived for over thirty years, and this is the first time anyone has spoken to me like this! Die! Soul-Destroying Slash!"
Blood trickled from Tai Lang's teeth as his fifth soul skill, Black Light, blazed forth. A black blade of light, seemingly tearing through the air, roared like a ghost's howl as it slashed towards Mu Lin.
Though he laughed, Tai Lang was already prepared to die. The brief exchange had shown him that while their cultivation levels were similar, their strength was worlds apart.
So when Mu Lin said he would finish him off in one move, Tai Lang dared not be careless. He exhausted his remaining soul power and unleashed his strongest attack.
"You're too weak! So go to hell and repent for all the civilians you harmed when you were a pirate! Thunderous Strike!"
Mu Lin's thick arm muscles bulged, veins like earthworms, as he swung his lightning-infused mace, easily shattering the black blade of light, and continued its assault on Tai Lang.
Seeing this, Tai Lang's eyes held resentment, disbelief, but even more so, the fear of facing death, and...remorse.
"Bang!"
The moment Mulin's spiked club struck Tai Lang, his body was instantly shattered by the powerful attack, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
After dealing with Tai Lang, Mulin looked around. He wasn't worried about Ma Hongjun and the other three. As for Xuan Mo, he was fine too.
Therefore, Mulin turned his attention to the battlefield with Ryder and Longji, ready to intervene at any moment…
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