Chapter 65: Something More Toxic than Deadly Poison
"Well, if that is the case, then do as you please. Just do not end up dead or crippled." Although Zhao Sanjin felt somewhat helpless, he did not take it too seriously.
Hate Douluo was only at Rank 91. His strength was indeed a bit greater than Zhao Sanjin's, but only by a small margin. In a direct confrontation, Zhao Sanjin would certainly lose, but if it came down to using curses, it was not impossible for him to kill the other party. Even though he had not made a move in many years, it was not as if he had never killed a Titled Douluo before.
Zhao Sanjin did not want a direct conflict with Hate Douluo, but he was absolutely not afraid of him either.
In any case, he was only acting as a witness. If something happened, Hate Douluo could go find Scorpion Tiger Douluo himself. Besides, after spending so many years in the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhao Sanjin was not without his own trump cards and backing.
They did not go to the arena. Zhao Sanjin simply found an open space outside the library and used it as the dueling ground.
As his spirit power spread outward, a black book appeared in Zhao Sanjin's hand. Strange characters were engraved on it, and it radiated a sinister aura of curses.
With Zhao Sanjin's low chant, black mist surged out from the Book of Curses and transformed into a savage beast-like shape. This was the Cursed Soul Zhao Sanjin had created after joining the Holy Spirit Cult, a fusion of the curse attribute of his own Spirit with the cult's techniques.
Although it only gave off the aura and spirit power fluctuations of a Spirit Douluo, because the Cursed Soul was a creature of pure curse and darkness attributes, even a normal Titled Douluo might not necessarily be able to defeat it.
In terms of Spirit quality, the Book of Curses, a mutated Spirit that was almost impossible to pass down through inheritance, could nearly be counted among the ranks of Super Spirits. It was clearly a tier above the Abomination Martial Soul.
If Zhao Sanjin were given another twenty or thirty years to cultivate, then the possibility of him breaking into the Titled Douluo Realm and becoming another Enshrined Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult was quite high.
The monster stared at Chen Ming and Lu Genggeng, monitoring their every move. Under the deterrence of this creature, neither of them dared entertain any thoughts of secretly playing dirty. They could only treat this battle as a proper duel.
"Begin!"
"Abomination Possession!"
"Abomination Possession!"
Lu Genggeng and Chen Ming shouted almost at the same time, and both of their bodies began to swell.
Lu Genggeng's size skyrocketed, turning him into a massive sphere of flesh nearly three meters in diameter. His legs became extremely short, while his exposed arms and shoulders looked like lumps of rotten fat stitched together. Thick corrosive saliva continuously dripped from the corners of his enormous mouth.
Even among Evil Soul Masters, Lu Genggeng's appearance could only be described as grotesque.
Chen Ming, however, was somewhat different.
Although his height and waistline were also nearly equal, his frame was not as tall, only a little over two meters. More importantly, his body did not have the same bloated, patchwork appearance as Lu Genggeng's. Though he still looked round and swollen overall, he gave off more of the feeling of a giant water balloon, full of elasticity.
His body still emitted a rotten stench, and his skin was a deep green that clearly did not look normal, but compared to Lu Genggeng, another possessor of the Abomination Martial Soul, Chen Ming could almost be called oddly innocent.
Three Spirit Rings, two yellow and one purple, rose beside Lu Genggeng, displaying his cultivation as a Spirit Elder.
Chen Ming, meanwhile, only had two Spirit Rings, one yellow and one purple. He was a whole Realm below Lu Genggeng, but the color of his second Spirit Ring was even deeper than Lu Genggeng's third one.
"To think you cultivated such a powerful Abomination Martial Soul into something that looks this weak."
Lu Genggeng was not surprised that Chen Ming had become a Spirit Grandmaster in less than a year. After all, before level thirty was precisely the stage when Evil Soul Masters cultivated the fastest. His gaze simply lingered on Chen Ming's clearly abnormal Spirit Ring, and a trace of indescribable emotion flickered through his eyes.
"First Spirit Ability: Poison Cloud!"
"First Spirit Ability: Rotting Body!"
The two giant mounds of flesh collided as they each activated their first Spirit Ability.
Lu Genggeng's skin bulged, then split open in numerous places as a rotten aura brewed inside his body before being released outward.
Chen Ming, on the other hand, strengthened his defense and abnormal status resistance.
The moment the two collided, the ground gave a slight tremor. Lu Genggeng, a level 31 Spirit Elder who had even absorbed a Spirit Bone, was actually forced back a step in the very first clash with Chen Ming.
The Poison Cloud carrying a foul stench washed over Chen Ming's body, but the toxins that came from Lu Genggeng could not cause him the slightest harm.
Both of them possessed the Abomination Martial Soul. Although there were differences between them and the directions of their cultivation were not exactly the same, their current overlap was still extremely high. It was hard to say that one could poison the other when they came from essentially the same source.
"Hah!"
Lu Genggeng swung an arm in a broad arc and smashed a savage haymaker toward Chen Ming's head.
Chen Ming twisted his body and took the blow with another part of his frame, then countered with a punch aimed at Lu Genggeng's head.
The way the two fought left Zhao Sanjin, who was watching from the side, at a complete loss for words.
Two mountains of flesh, both stinking of rot, colliding head-on and throwing wild punches at each other, had absolutely nothing to do with beauty no matter how one looked at it.
Chen Ming's body carried poison, but it could not penetrate Lu Genggeng's fat.
Lu Genggeng's poisonous cloud, meanwhile, could not harm Chen Ming either.
Relying on physical strength that was not inferior to Lu Genggeng's, plus the defensive boost from his first Spirit Ability, Chen Ming gradually gained a slight upper hand in close combat. Punch after punch landed on Lu Genggeng's head, making him increasingly dazed.
"Second Spirit Ability: Devouring Bite!"
Enraged, Lu Genggeng suddenly opened his mouth wide. Blood-red light surged out from deep within his throat and transformed into a huge maw that bit toward Chen Ming, tearing a large chunk of flesh from his body.
It caused real damage to Chen Ming, but only that much. The poisonous gas and evil aura that followed afterward still had no effect at all on his body.
But the moment Lu Genggeng swallowed the flesh he had torn off, his originally bloodshot eyes lit up. The corners of his mouth lifted into an almost twisted grin.
"Delicious, so delicious! How can it be this tasty?!"
Feeling the extra thread of energy appear in his body, Lu Genggeng nearly went mad with excitement.
Whether it was because they possessed the same type of Spirit, causing one to devour the other, or because Chen Ming himself was special enough, to Lu Genggeng, Chen Ming's flesh was like a catalyst. It instantly pushed his spirit power and overall state into an exceptionally perfect condition.
If he could completely eat Chen Ming, Lu Genggeng was certain he would undergo a tremendous breakthrough.
Although he still feared Zhang Peng and did not truly dare to go that far, the greed in his eyes was so naked that even Chen Ming felt a wave of fury.
"You bite? Then I'll bite too!"
Chen Ming certainly could not actually bite him. He could not guarantee that once he tasted human blood and flesh, he would still be able to restrain himself.
But Chen Ming had his own methods.
His belly suddenly swelled as he drew energy upward from his abdomen. At the same time, the second Spirit Ring beside him lit up.
"Second Spirit Ability: Corrupt Poison Cloud!"
A blast of putrid breath erupted from Chen Ming's mouth and sprayed directly onto Lu Genggeng's face.
Logically speaking, since both sides possessed the Abomination Martial Soul, and Lu Genggeng's Poison Cloud had no effect on Chen Ming, then Chen Ming's skill should not have had much effect on Lu Genggeng either.
But after being sprayed by Chen Ming's breath, Lu Genggeng immediately looked as if he were suffering unbearable agony.
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