Those Classmates who Suddenly Disappeared
Chapter 1079: Unstoppable

Chapter 1079: Chapter 1079: Unstoppable

Zhuo Hang questioned, "You’re not a vampire, yet you can heal your injuries. Could it be that you are like me?"

"That’s right, I also possess eternal life, and I’m even stronger than you," said the mysterious masked figure, before throwing a punch toward the hunter’s head.

The hunter was no ordinary man; he released his full Jian Qi, turning it into a Jian Gang that sent the masked figure flying towards the ceiling. Then, the Jian Gang pierced through the masked figure’s body, nailing him to the ceiling.

"Quick, what can we do to kill this guy?" It was the first time the hunter faced an undying opponent, and he felt somewhat nervous.

But Zhuo Hang shook his head, "He’s immortal, there’s no way to kill him, we can only trap him."

"Alright, then I’ll trap him." Just as the hunter was about to release more Jian Qi, the mysterious masked figure shattered the Jian Gang that pierced his body with his overwhelming power and landed forcefully on his feet, followed by a swift kick.

The hunter, unwilling to show weakness, kicked out as well, with both men kicking each other and retreating dozens of steps simultaneously.

"Impressive, you’re the first one who can pierce my Immortal Body in this world today," admitted the masked figure, adding, "If I didn’t have the power of eternal life, I probably couldn’t beat you."

At that moment, Zhuo Hang charged over from the side, reaching out with both hands to grab the masked figure.

The masked figure caught Zhuo Hang’s hands, and as their palms met, they compared strength. The outcome was the masked figure slowly overpowering Zhuo Hang.

"My God, he’s just as strong as the big boss," thought Zhuo Hang. He was able to hold his own for a while, restraining the masked figure to give the hunter some time.

The hunter certainly didn’t miss the opportunity. He swung his sword, decapitating the masked figure, sending the head, still wearing the mask, soaring into the air.

"Immortal, huh? I don’t believe you can come back to life after being beheaded," said the hunter. No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw the headless body still grappling with Zhuo Hang. In fact, it had even twisted Zhuo Hang’s hands around, forcing him to his knees.

The hunter was dumbfounded, "How can this be!"

"Sadly, I am immortal." Along with the faint words, the severed head returned and reattached itself to the masked figure’s body, leaving not even a scar on the neck.

In the end, the masked figure broke Zhuo Hang’s arm and then held down his head, pressing Zhuo Hang into the floor and stomping heavily on his body, causing Zhuo Hang to sink deep into the floor.

"I don’t like dealing with another undying being, but you’re different..." the masked figure turned coldly and added, "I despise Jian Shen, so his successor must die just the same."

"You think you can kill me?" the hunter gripped his sword tightly, aware that the foe before him was extraordinary. He was prepared for a fight to the death.

The masked figure snorted coldly and then charged forward, bombarding the hunter with fierce punches and kicks, relying on his eternal healing and the defense of the Immortal Body to focus solely on attacking without guarding.

The hunter also gave it his all. His sword moves were sharp and exquisite, landing hits on the masked figure after just a few exchanges while nimbly dodging attacks.

Though the masked figure’s assault was fierce, after a dozen punches, not one hit the hunter. Instead, he himself took countless sword strikes without showing any sign of injury.

Attack, attack, the mysterious masked person constantly attacked, moving only forward, relentlessly pressing until the hunter was almost driven into a corner.

"How is this possible, does this guy not have a single weakness?" The hunter had already launched hundreds of swords, each strike solid and true, each one capable of splitting rocks, but every one was effortlessly parried by the mysterious masked person without a scratch.

Gradually, the hunter’s hand wielding the precious sword became weak, even the webbing of his hand cracked and bled. At last, he was jolted by a recoil force that sent the precious sword flying out of his grip.

"Hunter, you are no match!" Just as the mysterious masked person was about to deliver a punch to the hunter, Zhuo Hang finally got up, grabbed the collar of the mysterious masked person from behind, and with a fierce toss, sent the mysterious masked person flying.

Zhuo Hang immediately glanced at the hunter and, seeing his hands covered in blood, knew the hunter had lost his fighting capability.

The mysterious masked person walked over unhurriedly as if nothing had happened, casually cracking his neck as he moved, "Zhuo Hang, do you know what your biggest mistake is? You lived so long and thought eternal life was the strongest martial art, so you disdained practicing peerless martial arts. That’s the difference between us."

Hearing this, Zhuo Hang already regretted, but now he had to grit his teeth and press on, so he roared and charged forward with valor.

"Come, let us decide the victor." The mysterious masked person looked on indifferently as Zhuo Hang rushed over like a mad dog, desperate.

Two eternal beings clashed, with no need to consider life, death, or defense, exchanging punch for punch, head-on, to see who would falter first.

Zhuo Hang felt the power of the opponent’s punch so strong it seemed like his body would be pierced through, extremely uncomfortable, yet he still clenched his teeth and faced the onslaught.

The mysterious masked person took a punch and merely grunted, his eyes growing colder and fiercer as he continued swinging his fists, each strike stronger than the last.

In terms of strength, bursts of power, and defense, the mysterious masked person was a notch above. After more than twenty punches, Zhuo Hang was already spitting blood, his steps unsteady, seemingly unable to last much longer.

In contrast, the mysterious masked person seemed entirely unaffected, continuing to fight without missing a beat.

As the fight progressed, it became a one-sided beating of Zhuo Hang by the mysterious masked person. Although he couldn’t kill Zhuo Hang, he could beat him black and blue, making him suffer intolerably.

Zhuo Hang knelt on the ground, trying several times to get up, only to be hammered down again, looking as bedraggled as one could be.

At this point, the hunter had finally regained some strength, brought his hands together, raised them high, concentrating Jian Qi between them, forming a massive Jian Gang, and then with a loud roar, he attacked the mysterious masked person with fierce determination.

"Worthy of being a disciple of Jian Shen, I knew you wouldn’t give up so easily, but is it useful?" The mysterious masked person was dismissive, he kicked the exhausted Zhuo Hang away, then focused entirely on dealing with the hunter.

With extreme speed and terrifying lethal power, the hunter put forth all his effort without reservation, continuously swinging the Jian Gang in his hands, and in a moment, tore the mysterious masked person to pieces.

Seeing this, Zhuo Hang was shocked; he knew better than anyone how formidable the mysterious masked person’s body was, yet it couldn’t withstand the hunter’s sword qi.

However, Zhuo Hang understood immortality even more, and as expected, the mysterious masked person’s shattered body ignited, the scattering flames gathered, the body reassembled, and there he stood as if nothing ever happened.