Chapter 194 – Night Battle in the Deep Sea Stirs Great Waves

The long night stretched on, and the extreme weather in the deep sea proved notoriously unpredictable.

One might say she carried countless moods, shifting incessantly—one moment raging with violent winds and torrential rain, the next drizzling softly.

At this moment, a passenger ship drifted amidst the storm, tossed by the waves like a lone leaf, perpetually at risk of capsizing.

From within the cabin, thunderous roars could still be heard.

“Your strength has its limits, while mine is boundless. What hope do you have against me?”

As he spoke, Xiao Qike thrust out a claw straight forward.

Seeing the attack coming, Ye Kuang clearly didn’t dare underestimate it. Clenching both hands into fists, his vision filled with countless afterimages of overwhelmingly Yang-attribute punches.

For a moment, their feet collided repeatedly on the solid floor, while the sounds of wind and waves crashing against the ship were drowned out by the fierce exchange of fists and claws.

Xiao Qike: “Heh heh heh…”

“Roar roar roar…” Ye Kuang had lost count of how many punches he had thrown, but he knew all too well how powerful his enemy was, forcing him to exert his full strength.

If Innate combat prowess were divided into four tiers—Early, Middle, Late, and Peak—then the opponent before him belonged to the Peak tier.

This battle could truly be called a vicious fight in the deep sea.

As they clashed and separated, an intense desire for victory drove Ye Kuang to strike with increasing ferocity—alternating between straightforward, powerful punches and sweeping, devastating kicks.

Sensing the sharpness of these attacks, Xiao Qike couldn’t help but remark, “Thinking of using me as a training partner? I’m afraid you haven’t grasped the situation yet.”

His tone shifting, he launched a fierce assault with both fists, proving his point.

“Thunder Strike!”

Crack!

Zzzzt!

In an instant, Ye Kuang felt a numbing soreness spread through his arms. Not only did his sleeves turn to dust, but his entire body trembled uncontrollably.

No matter how he had anticipated the fight, he never expected this Blood Clan member to have awakened a thunder ability, catching him completely off guard.

Though calling it “Thunder” was a slight exaggeration—it was only around 26 volts!

Seeing this, Xiao Qike couldn’t hold back his arrogant laughter. “Feeling too stiff to move? Don’t worry, do you need my help? But no rush—we have plenty of time to play…”

As his words faded, Xiao Qike inevitably adopted the demeanor of a victor, sneering, “Relax, your discomfort won’t last long. Soon, I’ll sink my teeth into that delicious neck of yours and savor the pleasure of the feast.”

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Kuang had already circulated the Jade Void Creation Art three times, and the paralyzing sensation had gradually receded.

For a moment, Xiao Qike watched as his prey struggled to rise. No longer able to restrain himself, he stepped forward, one pace after another, and launched a ferocious sweeping attack.

But to his surprise, Ye Kuang suddenly stood up, laughing wildly. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

As he spoke, his movements became ghost-like. Not only did he evade the sweeping leg strike, but he also countered with a palm strike.

What was happening?

Witnessing this, Xiao Qike could hardly believe his eyes. How did this human, whom he regarded as prey, still have the strength to resist?

In the blink of an eye!

Ye Kuang’s seemingly ordinary palm strike landed squarely on his opponent’s chest, erupting with a force that could shake heaven and earth.

Boom!

The deafening impact echoed like thunder and crashing waves, sending shivers down one’s spine.In that instant, Xiao Qike shot out like a cannonball, embedding himself into the steel plate.

The relentless flow of blood was clearly difficult to stem, and the pungent, nauseating stench unmistakably revealed how severely the monster before him was wounded.

Yet, Ye Kuang knew all too well just how inexorable the Blood Clan’s regenerative abilities could be.

With this thought, he not only lunged forward but also unleashed his Iron Palms, charged with the ultimate masculine and destructive force.

Twin Dragons Draw Water!

Roar, roar, roar!

Before his eyes, the colossal dragons churned and swelled in the storm, materializing as a massive entity that swiftly detached from his body.

As a flash of Golden Radiance vanished, the Wandering Dragons coiled around Xiao Qike’s entire form, then unleashed their innate wildness in full force.

“Ah…”

Under the night sky, a piercing howl sent chills down the spine.

Xiao Qike, despite the agony of his severed body, resorted to a desperate, self-amputating move.

Dozens of yards away, Xiao Qike abruptly reappeared.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang dashed forward, his arms flexing and extending, palms and fists alternating in a seamless flow, erupting with roars like tigers and dragons.

His fighting style was unmistakably aimed at finishing off a weakened foe!

Witnessing this, Xiao Qike’s once star-bright pupils instantly turned crimson with rage, and he cursed vehemently, “Damn bastard… You’re utterly despicable!”

As he spoke, Xiao Qike turned and vanished into the darkness, his speed so swift that no trace could be followed.

Ye Kuang pursued relentlessly, his heart seething with fury, a blazing inferno threatening to burst from his very core.

But when he stepped onto the deck, the scene before him was horrifying.

Corpses lay scattered everywhere, forming a river of blood.

“Come out! Show yourself!!” Ye Kuang roared in uncontrollable anger.

“Heh heh heh… Just you wait! The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!!!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang’s face turned ashen with rage, having clearly forgotten the Blood Clan’s ability to ride the wind.

His blazing eyes seemed to spit fire, his surging killing intent almost tangible.

“Damn it!!!”

This furious roar pierced the sky.

A torrential rain fell, hanging mid-air, painting the vast gloom in shades of Ye Kuang’s inner turmoil.

He cursed himself for not realizing sooner that his opponent could take to the air.

He also hated himself for not acting more swiftly, crushing everything with thunderous force.

Ye Kuang could only vent his deep-seated resentment through roars.

Roar, roar, roar!

The thunderous bellows exploded like raging storms, piercing the clouds and echoing across the deep sea night, from near to far.

He looked like a madman, drenched by the downpour, as if the icy cold could suppress the demonic fire raging within.

Only after half an hour did the alternating roars gradually fade.

Ye Kuang was now crouched on the deck, weeping bitterly, his face contorted in unmistakable agony.

The reason for this was that, of the nearly hundred people who had come, more than half had now perished, their souls departed to the netherworld.

This sudden wave of emotion, if it could be described, felt like a knife twisting in his heart, his entire body trembling, while the responsibility etched into his bones remained unfulfilled from start to finish.

The solemn promise he had made before leaving still seemed to echo in his ears, yet reality had now dealt him a harsh blow.This turbulent night, with its raging winds and torrential rain, inevitably evokes a different kind of sentiment.

To possess such skills, yet be unable to protect those who matter.

To hold firm the resolve to complete the mission, yet witness tragedy unfold before one’s eyes without timely intervention.

This, without a doubt, stands as the most absurd irony under heaven!