My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 129: Pursuit

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Pursuit

Such escape techniques were usually only used as a last resort in desperate situations. Everyone had initially expected a fierce battle, so the four tacitly agreed to stick together, with no one trying to trip the others up.

After all, Wang Zijia’s Heavenly Green Light had left too deep an impression on them, clearly marking him as the top candidate from the Wanyu Sect for this event.

But now, he was suddenly activating Blood Escape, consuming his own Essence Blood and frantically fleeing. It was obvious that his intention was to run away.

"Could it be that he previously hunted some powerful demon and got severely injured, which is why he has managed to achieve so much?"

A flicker of thought passed through Junhan’s mind as he accelerated once more, hot on the trail of the scarlet Escape Light.

This chase continued for another seven minutes.

Just when it seemed like everyone was about to lose Wang Zijia, they were always just a little short.

At this moment, the aura of the fleeing Wang Zijia fluctuated suddenly, and his speed plummeted.

Upon seeing this, Junhan was overjoyed and promptly increased his speed again, charging forward. The three others, who were quite a distance behind, also frantically accelerated upon seeing this.

When Junhan got close, his aura surged as if he were going to make a killing stroke on Wang Zijia.

But at this second, a round orb emerged from Wang Zijia’s forehead, spinning around non-stop.

"Damn it, it’s an explosive magic weapon!"

Junhan’s complexion turned ashen. A long spear materialized in his hand, and without pausing, he turned into a streak of Streaming Light, aiming his spear straight at Wang Zijia as he rushed towards him.

As the orb on Wang Zijia’s forehead spun, his body began to inflate until it transformed into a hulking figure over two meters tall. Mana raged all over his body, causing his hair and clothes to flutter.

Against the Streaming Light that was Junhan, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Amazingly, he didn’t dodge. Instead, he stepped forward and charged.

"Ding!"

The instant the two figures made contact, the energy shield instantly crystallized. The crimson crystal only lasted a moment before it exploded into a sky full of Spiritual Light.

With a cold smile on his face, Junhan continued his momentum, aiming his spear right at Wang Zijia’s chest.

Wang Zijia didn’t dodge; he only slightly twisted his body, avoiding his heart. To Junhan’s surprise, without reducing his speed, Wang Zijia continued to charge forward.

"Puh!"

The spear went through the flesh and pierced through Wang Zijia’s right chest.

At this moment, two pairs of pale baby arms appeared from Wang Zijia’s chest and back, gripping the spear firmly. Not only did they immobilize it, they also blocked the explosive spiritual power trying to burst into his body.

Seeing this, Junhan’s face drastically changed, and he tried to let go of his spear.

However, Wang Zijia merely smirked, his fists coated in a layer of pink crystalline sand.

Simultaneously, from his chest emerged a face of a Fuwa with baby fat. The Fuwa’s mouth opened.

"Wah!"

A shrill cry, akin to a ghost’s howl, erupted, and Junhan’s emerging body armor hadn’t had time to fully form before it completely collapsed. His attempt to retreat also froze on the spot, leaving him in a daze.

At this moment, under the conjunction of timing, location, and people, Wang Zijia’s crystalized giant fist, with the support of the Essence Orb, directly smashed into Junhan’s head.

"Wait..."

"Smack!"

By the time Junhan came back to his senses, the punch was already in his face. He didn’t have time to react as the sandbag-sized fist smashed into his head, causing it to explode like a watermelon. Then, total silence ensued.

While it seemed like a lot happened, everything transpired in the blink of an eye. The three people behind, who had been frantically speeding up, were all taken aback. Two of them instinctively halted.

Only a female daoist from the Flying Immortal Sect, who wasn’t able to react in time, was still futilely increasing her speed.

Wang Zijia was covered in flesh, and he pulled out the spear stuck in his chest and casually tossed it aside. With an unchanged expression, he revealed a cruel smile.

Then, to everyone’s horror, two more arms emerged from under his ribs.

The three of them paled simultaneously.

"Physical Dharma Idol? How is that possible? What kind of monster has the Wanyu Sect sent in this time!"

Dharma Idols are something that those in the Perfected Realm of physical cultivation can only touch upon. It’s only a touch, that is, starting with third-class scriptures.

For example, the Descending Dragon Suppressing Tiger Scripture, the Zhong Kui Demon Subduing Scripture, and so on.

The two people who had stopped turned around without another word and ran.

"Esteemed senior brother, I am just here to watch the excitement. Our Flying Immortal Sect and Wanyu Sect have been good friends for generations, so we shouldn’t harm each other."

"Really?" Wang Zijia glanced at the two fleeing people, showing a cruel smile to the female Daoist, raising his fists, and said, "Since we’re such good friends, I should take good care of you. I’m tough, I’m strong, I’m sure I won’t disappoint you."

"How annoying, senior brother, you can’t do this. I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Zijia had already rushed up with a cruel smile.

With the support of the Essence Orb, a second-grade magic weapon, and the Five Ghosts Support from five advanced students, he was now considered a pseudo-Sacrificial Wine realm physical cultivator under multiple blessings.

With one step, he stomped out a huge pit, and his whole body turned into an afterimage.

The female Daoist’s face changed dramatically, and three talismans appeared in front of her.

An energy shield, a repelling field, and a strange armor quickly enveloped her.

"Slap!"

"Swoosh!"

"Crack!"

The moment Wang Zijia’s attack was about to hit, several crisp sounds rang out quickly, followed by the female cultivator spitting blood, her body turning into a cannonball and crashing into the forest.

"Boom!"

After breaking countless trees and plowing through the ground, she finally stopped.

"Puh!"

The female Daoist knelt down halfway, spitting out blood mixed with specks of internal organs.

She immediately realized the terribleness of the enemy at first contact. This man was fully on the level of a top genius from the three sects, possibly even a Dao Seed. Their group, who only dared to mix in the perimeter for spiritual objects, was completely outmatched.

Before she had time to catch her breath, and while smoke still hung around, Wang Zijia rushed up, carried on a bloody wind.

"Wait, I admit defeat!" The female Daoist hastily spoke.

Wang Zijia didn’t stop at all, striking again with his fist.

A small shield suddenly appeared on the female Daoist, spinning around, and another energy shield appeared. It was a proper second-grade defensive magic weapon.

It has to be said that these disciples of the Three Sects were quite well-off. And the ones who entered here were at most only forty-something years old.

"Boom!"

Wang Zijia’s punch fell, only causing slight ripples on the energy shield.

The huge force, however, slightly sank the surrounding ground, caused a chasm, and made it tremble.

"Well, I wonder how long you can maintain this magical consumption, how many of my punches you can withstand."

Wang Zijia’s eyes flashed coldly, and his four arms glowed with a red crystal light, constantly striking down.

"I’ve already admitted defeat. What do you really want?" The female Daoist asked, her face cold.

"Have you been staying in the Flying Immortal Sect for too long and forgotten what life and death fights are?" Wang Zijia coldly responded without pausing his attacks, "Or have you been surrounded by your senior brothers for too long and forgotten that there are enemies in this world?"

Upon hearing this, the female Daoist’s face stiffened slightly, followed by her eyes cooling down, and she took out a bead the size of a chicken egg from her sleeve.