The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 212 - 137: The Power of Sandstorm, The Name of Huazhu_2

"So this is the Desert Witch? Such a weak blood Qi fluctuation..."

Renwo Kuang muttered to himself, his tone tinged with disappointment.

Standing next to him, the muscle zombie stared at Huazhu, showing no surprise or contempt. Its fists clenched tightly, ready for battle.

"Huazhu, this is a formidable enemy."

"You don’t need to hold back in this fight, do everything within your power to defeat him."

The voice echoed softly around the training room.

The Sandstorm Witch, who was still unsure of her situation, let her gaze drift as she contemplated for a moment.

The next instant, a fierce white wind erupted, powerfully stirring up the desert sand. It swept across her skin like a draped silk robe.

Renwo Kuang’s eyes widened as his eyebrows twitched.

In the storm where wind and sand intertwine, most of the Desert Witch’s figure was hidden.

Only her dim pupils were visible, no longer murky and gloomy.

They were like two mini suns, piercing through the darkness and revealing the true colors of all things in the world.

"Whoosh——"

The swirling sand slowly stopped, revealing the witch’s figure.

She was like a being reborn, refreshed anew.

Her long golden hair was silky and smooth, and her black witch hat was delicately dainty.

Underneath her white neck was a white witch robe rimmed with gold. It was light and soft, effortlessly elegant.

On her sleeves, a pair of giant scissor-like claws etched with spiral white patterns emanated a terrifying power of the wind element.

Behind her, a segmented scorpion tail gently swayed. The contrast between black and white seemed to harbor a mysterious law/principle.

Descending downwards, her thighs exposed beneath her skirt were evenly toned, delicate and smooth.

Her bare feet on the ground were slender and white, adorably small.

Such a slender and graceful figure was complemented by an unpowdered face that hinted youthful charm.

Renwo Kuang was momentarily stunned. When he came to his senses, an overwhelming desire to fight welled up in his chest. He roared:

"I understand! I understand!"

"Everyone thought the Desert Witch was still in the Gray Flash stage!"

"But this is not what a defective bloodline should look like! You’ve quietly cultivated her into another form, a superior, incredible form... This is the root of your tremendous confidence!"

"Are you satisfied now?"

With a faint smile, Ye Hanjun didn’t explain much.

"Satisfied!"

Renwo Kuang clenched his fist and thumped his chest. As he raised his voice again, he declared with a voice as powerful as splitting mountains:

"But I might not lose!"

"Renwo Lang! Let’s move!"

"Roar!"

The muscle zombie, over two and a half meters tall, snapped the iron rings on its wrists and ankles.

In an instant, a more imposing aura erupted from its body. It seemingly transformed from a muscle-bound beast to the King of Beasts, sending a faint tremor throughout the entire training space.

"Roar!!!"

The muscle zombie charged forward. With one step, it crossed a distance of fifteen meters and became an unstoppable force like a human-shaped cannonball.

"Bang!!"

A shield quietly emerged and blocked the zombie’s advance.

The muscle zombie, Renwo Lang, didn’t hesitate to punch.

Surprisingly, a shield that would be sent flying or even possibly be shattered with a punch from an equal-level demon beast, remained intact after the first punch, and the second.

Only after the tenth punch did a few cracks appear on the shield, it was still far from shattering.

"Hahaha! So sturdy!"

"This defense skill must be above 90 inscriptions! I’ve finally found a worthy opponent!"

Renwo Kuang laughed heartily, not staying out of the fight.

He identified Ye Hanjun as being physically weak, considered him the weak point, and intended to bypass the Sandstorm Witch to directly approach Ye Hanjun.

But Ye Hanjun had already retreated.

With the passing of a gust of wind, the shield vanished. A large sand fist formed and struck Renwo Kuang straight on, despite being launched later.

——Bang!!

Renwo Kuang blocked with his arms, thinking he could withstand the blow.

But he had underestimated the power of ’Gather Sand into Fist’. He stumbled back several steps. Although he didn’t fall, his chest felt tight and he tasted sweetness in his mouth, a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his lips.

"So strong! One punch and I’m injured!"

Renwo Kuang’s face did not show surprise, but a long-awaited excitement instead.

With a leap, he grabbed a longbow, nocked an arrow, drew the string, and let go. The arrow rushed out like the wind after lightning.

Ye Hanjun turned sideways, the powerful arrow brushing past his sleeve and finally hitting the wall with a ding.

"Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!!!"

Missing one arrow was not surprising, Renwo Kuang quickly nocked the second arrow, the third arrow... and let loose a continuous volley.

His strength was immense, and he clearly had an advantage with the bow as a weapon.

Ye Hanjun didn’t feel any murderous intent, but he noticed that all of Renwo Kuang’s arrows were aimed at his vital areas.

This strongman seemed to truly regard him as a formidable opponent after seeing the transformed Sandstorm Witch, not daring to underestimate him, let alone hold back.

"Roar!!"

As a ’Strongman’, Renwo Kuang gave up melee to fire arrows from a distance.

And the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, a muscle zombie, kept attacking Huazhu relentlessly, seeming desperate.

Just like Huazhu, it was also stuck at the pinnacle of the Clay Body stage.