Chapter 906 - 732: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Chases, Who Flees

Chapter 906: Chapter 732: Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Chases, Who Flees

Buzz!

The ice crystals on the armguard shattered with a sound, turning into a plume of white ice mist.

Almost simultaneously, his left leg swept out like a steel whip, accompanied by a sharp whistle as it tore through the air, aiming directly at Raven’s lower abdomen.

The speed of this kick was so fast that where the leg’s shadow passed, the surging heat wave melted a scorched black mark on the ice layer of the ground.

Raven’s pupils slightly contracted, and with a swift tap on the ice beneath his feet, his body drifted back as if weightless. His palms rapidly circled in front of him, layering cold and dark palm shadows for defense.

"Bang!"

The collision of leg and palm sounded like a deep drumbeat on a cowhide drum.

Raven’s blocking arm’s sleeve was instantly shattered into pieces, exposing skin tinged with an abnormal blue and purple hue, a result of the massive force shaking his vitality.

He borrowed the force to retreat further, the ice under his feet cracking with a crunch, dissipating that terrifying force, yet the residual fearsome energy that invaded him still left a sweet taste in his throat.

White Mask wouldn’t relent after gaining the advantage, his petite body clinging on relentlessly like a deadly shadow.

His attacks were dazzling, with punches, palms, fingers, legs, each strike perfectly combining the augmentation of the external exoskeleton with his own vitality, moving so fast that only afterimages were left, and with a ferocity that was overwhelmingly intense.

Visually, it seemed slightly inferior to Zhang Shenyi’s punch that destroyed Feng Mu, but not by much.

More troublesome was his extreme agility matched with his petite physique.

Generally speaking, those with great strength tend to have larger size and weight, which would make them less agile, a basic principle of physics.

But White Mask before him was different, the opponent was absolutely a short person.

Powerful beyond reason, yet his movements were swift as lightning, and his attack angles were cunning and vicious, specifically targeting the lower three areas: the abdomen, crotch, and legs.

"Such insidious tactics!" Raven only felt a gust of wind beneath his crotch.

But he misunderstood White Mask; the latter didn’t really want to fight this way, but due to his height, he had no choice but to excel in these tactics.

It’s all being forced by circumstances!

"Boom!"

A cunning and extremely low kick from White Mask swept directly at Raven’s lower body. Raven bent his knee to block, his shin colliding violently with the other’s shin.

Visibly, a layer of shimmering blue cold light ice crystals rapidly spread up White Mask’s external exoskeleton shin from their point of contact.

The bone-chilling cold penetrated through the external exoskeleton, invading the flesh and blood within.

White Mask’s calf muscles tensed up fiercely, the external exoskeleton erupting with even stronger energy output.

"Crack, crack...!"

The covering ice crystals were forcibly shattered, turning into fine ice powder fluttering down, but the movements of his leg involuntarily paused.

Raven was not feeling great either, sensing a tremendous force shaking his crotch and making his privates quake violently.

"Can’t afford even a single touch!" Raven warned himself with a chill in his heart.

Under the mask, his brow furrowed tightly, the breath exhaled from his nostrils condensing into tiny white frost, tinting the edges of the dark, dull mask with a faint bleak white.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and suddenly, with Raven as the center, the temperature within a few meters around him plummeted.

The moisture in the air didn’t just condense into frost but directly transformed into delicate ice crystal dust, sifting down.

The ground beneath, originally covered with a thin layer of ice, started to thicken and spread visibly, crawling upward like a living thing, attempting to coil around White Mask’s feet.

All around, the wild grass, whether tough stems or withered yellow leaves, instantly lost all moisture and resilience, becoming as fragile as glass.

The figures of the two separated momentarily, only to entangle in combat once again.

White Mask relied on absolute power, eerily agile footwork, and the robust defense and amplification of the external skeleton, launching attacks like a storm, with fists, feet, elbows, knees... every part of the body turning into a lethal weapon.

Raven, on the other hand, unleashed the sinister and bizarre nature of the "Nine Yin Scripture" to its fullest.

He rarely engaged directly, mostly focusing on evasion, deflection, and guidance, his palms flying, the yin cold energy like invisible serpents penetrating every gap of the opponent’s exoskeleton, targeting weak points at joints, with every touch leaving spreading ice crystals.

The grassroots within a few meters had long been rendered fragile by the freezing, breaking into powder under the aftershocks of their combat.

The battle reached a stalemate.

White Mask possessed overwhelming strength and incredible speed, but Raven’s yin cold energy clung to him like a parasitic growth, significantly slowing his movements and depleting his vitality and energy.

Were it not for his abundant vitality and dominating strength that allowed him to constantly shatter the icy layers on his surface, he would have likely followed in another’s footsteps.

And although Raven was able to temporarily stabilize the situation with exquisite cultivation techniques and experience, suppressed coughs continuously emanated from beneath the mask.

"Cough, cough..."

These were remnants of the root cause from his reckless cultivation of the "Nine Yin Scripture" in his early years, seeking rapid success at the cost of his foundational health.

In his youth, relying on a good constitution, he didn’t feel much impact, but as age caught up, especially when the power of the "Nine Yin Scripture" grew deeper, the backlash of yin cold energy against himself could no longer be suppressed.

Every time he fully exerted himself against an enemy, the yin cold energy would damage his own lung meridian and some parts of his network before it could harm the enemy, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

At this moment, he felt as though countless tiny ice needles were stabbing within his chest cavity, a sweet, icy sensation spreading in his throat.

Continuing to exert himself at such high intensity, even if he eventually managed to defeat White Mask, he would undoubtedly suffer serious injuries, requiring three to five months of rest to recover.