The Immortal Ascension

Chapter 94: Complete Victory

Although none of the three items he obtained could be used immediately, Han Li unceremoniously pocketed them all.

Then he stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and cast a faintly mocking glance at Jia Tianlong and the others from the Wild Wolf Gang.

"Would you prefer to sever your own meridians, or shall I send you on your way myself?" Han Li's tone was polite, but his words left no room for negotiation for the Wild Wolf Gang members.

Upon hearing this, Jia Tianlong felt an icy chill spread through his body, so intense that his face stiffened.

He repeatedly reminded himself to stay calm—there must be a way to deal with this man—but he couldn’t help wiping his forehead, only to find it drenched in cold sweat. Jia Tianlong gave a bitter smile, knowing without a mirror that his expression must be ghastly.

With great effort, he turned his neck to look at the others around him. Their faces were equally pale, filled with panic and dread, their limbs frozen in terror, devoid of any fighting spirit.

Feeling disheartened, Jia Tianlong turned his gaze toward the Seven Mysteries Sect. There, his sworn enemy Wang Juechu was staring at him with the cold eyes of someone looking at a dead man, while the rest wore expressions of long-awaited vengeance.

Jia Tianlong’s mind went blank. His eyes unconsciously drifted beyond the Deathmatch Arena, landing on his supposedly loyal subordinates outside. Their expressions varied—some anxious, some indifferent, but a large number were actually grinning, whispering among themselves with unmistakable schadenfreude.

"No! I can’t die here like this! I must survive—I still have ambitions to fulfill!" Whether it was someone’s expression or sheer desperation, Jia Tianlong’s eyes suddenly flashed with madness.

"Men! Iron Guards, advance! Repeating Crossbows at the ready! The rest of you, prepare the Dark Cyan Pellets!" Jia Tianlong roared, channeling his Internal Energy to amplify his voice.

True to his reputation as a gang leader, his thunderous command jolted the bewildered crowd in the Deathmatch Arena awake. Whether they were Wild Wolf Gang members or experts from smaller gangs, they all seemed to regain their resolve, clenching their fists and readying themselves for a desperate fight.

Han Li frowned slightly, let out a soft hum, and then leisurely strolled toward Jia Tianlong with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Seems I’ll have to put in a bit more effort," Han Li mused self-deprecatingly.

"Fire!" The moment Han Li stepped into the crossbows' range, Jia Tianlong licked his parched lips and gave the order without hesitation.

Instantly, hundreds of cold, steel-tipped bolts shot toward Han Li in a dense, impenetrable storm.

What happened next was astonishing. Jia Tianlong watched as the young man showed no fear at the incoming barrage. Instead, he gave him an eerie smile before his figure blurred. The bolts passed straight through him as if he were intangible, flying harmlessly into the distance. Then, in broad daylight, the man swayed slightly—and vanished without a trace.Jia Tianlong's face turned ashen. Just as he was about to order his men to be more cautious, Han Li suddenly reappeared mere steps away from them.

This time, without waiting for Jia Tianlong's command, the Iron Guards unleashed another volley of arrows from their repeating crossbows, mixed with hidden weapons like throwing darts and sleeve arrows from others, all aimed at Han Li. To their bewilderment, their target vanished again in plain sight.

As Jia Tianlong stood frozen in fear, two piercing screams erupted behind him. Startled, he whirled around.

Two Iron Guards standing close together had suddenly transformed into blazing human torches. The vanished young man was withdrawing his palms from their bodies—the moment his hands left them, the guards disintegrated into ashes. Jia Tianlong glimpsed a faint red glow emanating from the youth's palms, though he couldn't fathom what mystical technique this was.

What Jia Tianlong witnessed was Han Li's flawless demonstration of combining Spells with martial arts. The red glow in his palms were miniature fireballs from the "Fireball Spell."

Han Li's internal Dao energy circulated steadily, replenishing the diminished fireballs to their original size. His figure vanished once more, only to reappear at the crowd's opposite end, transforming another victim into a pillar of flame.

Thus Han Li flickered through the throng like a specter, each reappearance claiming another life. Regardless of where his hands made contact, the victims would instantly combust, vanishing from existence.

Jia Tianlong stared blankly ahead, his eyes devoid of spirit, his complexion ashen like a corpse's.

In these brief moments, over half his men had perished. The survivors scattered in panic, but against their ghostly adversary's movements, each was systematically reduced to ashes.

When his last subordinate vanished in flames, Jia Tianlong had become completely numb.

He knew his continued survival was deliberate—but now alone, he anticipated the deathly flames would soon claim him too.

Han Li didn't keep the gang leader waiting. After dispatching the final henchman, he instantly appeared behind Jia Tianlong, sending the gang lord on his final journey with a full-powered Fireball Spell as a parting gift.

As Jia Tianlong departed this world, Han Li dusted his hands and murmured, "Killing multiple people doesn't seem too difficult after all. Had you chosen to end yourselves earlier, it would've been painless. Now that I've had to intervene personally, the agony of burning alive is hardly pleasant."

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