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Novel: [Night Without Boundaries]
Chapter 136: [Victory]
Author: [Chen Dong]
Translator: [Shadow Knight AK]
Editor: [Shadow Knight AK]
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In the pitch-black, boundless wilderness, thick mist churned as two young men clashed fiercely.
Qin Ming's left fist struck like a blinding miniature sun, incinerating the Night Mist and shattering the surrounding vegetation.
The radiant light banished the darkness, illuminating the entire area.
Yu Zhuohan stood his ground, choosing to meet his charging opponent head-on.
Silver flames surged from his palm.
Their fists collided with a thunderous roar that echoed across the night, startling flocks of raptors from the distant mountains into the night sky.
Qin Ming's right palm descended like Otherworldly Heavenly Light, its power even more terrifying.
The compressed air exploded, shattering the Night Mist completely.
This divine light, descending from the night sky, swept through the landscape with unstoppable force, disintegrating boulders, snapping ancient trees, and reducing everything to fragments.
Yu Zhuohan, ever proud and confident, had fortified his body with Esoteric Sect techniques, seeking a rematch with Qin Ming in the Awakening Realm.
Silver flames, etched with intricate patterns, rose from his palm as he once again chose to meet his opponent's full-force attack head-on.
When their palms collided, radiant light erupted like lightning tearing through the night sky, accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the earth.
In the desolate wilderness, their figures clashed briefly before separating.
Yu Zhuohan spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed in the surrounding flames and was instantly incinerated with a hiss.
He staggered backward.
Qin Ming pressed forward relentlessly, his left fist and right palm wreathed in golden radiance as Heavenly Light Force blazed forth.
The Night Mist vanished from the area, revealing every blade of grass and tree with stark clarity under the brilliance of his strikes.
Yu Zhuohan finally accepted reality.
He could no longer afford to clash head-on with Qin Ming, even with his innate abilities.
In a battle within the Awakening Realm, he was no match for his opponent.
Light flared beneath his feet as he attempted to distance himself from this formidable foe.
Qin Ming pursued relentlessly, his body surging with Overlord's Wind Force. His passage resembled a hurricane, snapping trees and scattering debris in his wake, leaving a trail of devastation.
Silver flames coiled around Yu Zhuohan's sides, transforming into a pair of luminous wings composed entirely of fire.
These fiery wings propelled him across the wilderness with explosive speed.
Though he couldn't rise from the ground and soar into the night sky, his body felt much lighter, finally freeing him from his powerful opponent's impending grasp.
Qin Ming stopped, calmly observing his distant opponent.
Yu Zhuohan, now at a disadvantage and nearly in danger, had used Esoteric Sect techniques to break free from the predicament.
Nearby, many spectators showed surprise.
Qin Ming's combat prowess in the Awakening Realm had deeply shaken the young elites from the Noble Clans.
"An Innate Ability User is truly remarkable," someone murmured. "To be able to manipulate the spiritual power of the Night Mist World so early... ordinary cultivators can only access that in the second realm."
The spectators were naturally discerning, fully aware of Yu Zhuohan's extraordinary talent.
But he had been unlucky to face an opponent far beyond expectations!
The Esoteric Sect's first two realms were Wisdom Light and Spiritual Qi Refining.
Wisdom Light focused on accumulating Divine Wisdom, representing a stage of deep accumulation before explosive release.
Upon reaching Spiritual Qi Refining, practitioners could subdue malevolent energy, earth essence, and other forces for their own use.
Innate Ability Users, rare individuals born with special abilities, were exemplified by Yu Zhuohan. His natural affinity for fire allowed him to control flames from a young age.
After joining the Esoteric Sect, Yu Zhuohan had accumulated Divine Wisdom and mastered various techniques, allowing him to wield greater power and access a fraction of the abilities of the second major realm.
Yu Zhuohan took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and his feet began to glow.
Fiery wings of light vibrated behind him as he surged forward.
Qin Ming watched him, eager to witness the full extent of his opponent's abilities.
This was his first true confrontation with a member of the Esoteric Sect, and he was keen to study their methods closely.
The night mist hung heavy, leaving the wilderness grass damp with dew.
Qin Ming moved like a gale, his feet barely touching the dew-laden blades as he charged into battle.
Yu Zhuohan fully embraced the Esoteric Sect's techniques.
Flames erupted from his fingertips, coalescing with a metallic clang into a silver chain that clinked crisply as it formed.
The silver flames solidified into a remarkably lifelike fire chain.
Among the group of youths, some had chosen the path of the Esoteric Sect.
Witnessing this display, they could only sigh in admiration—a practitioner of the first realm wielding techniques of the second.
The silver fire chain shot forward, aimed directly at Qin Ming's head!
Qin Ming raised his right hand, channeling the Heavenly Light Force. The energy surged forth like dawn breaking through the misty sea, radiating with vibrant, explosive light.
With a clang, he severed the silver fire chain with his bare hands.
A tremor from his right hand shattered a large section of the chain into fragments.
Yu Zhuohan's expression remained calm as his entire body erupted in Silver Light.
One silver chain after another shot forth, coiling around Qin Ming.
Beneath the pitch-black night sky, silver streaks crisscrossed the desolate wilderness, clanging like metal as they wove a web, attempting to ensnare Qin Ming within its confines.
Qin Ming remained fearless.
He doubted his opponent could endlessly summon such dense fire chains; the exertion must be rapidly draining his energy.
A Golden Light Shield materialized around Qin Ming, rendering him immovable. He stood firm in the wilderness, impervious to the relentless barrage of fire chains.
The Heavenly Light radiating from his body formed a three-inch-thick barrier, continuously tearing apart and shredding the approaching fire chains, effectively neutralizing the assault.
If this was a battle of attrition, Qin Ming had no fear.
"Bring it on!"
"Boom!"
Yu Zhuohan transformed the fire chains into a massive spiderweb, completely encircling Qin Ming—a desperate all-out attack.
He unleashed a barrage of fiery punches, each accompanied by a Flame Spiritual Blade, raining down on his opponent in a devastating storm.
In an instant, the desolate wilderness was bathed in a brilliant radiance, banishing the night's darkness.
Beneath Qin Ming's feet, earth essence surged upward.
He circulated the Wuji Scripture, switching to a defensive technique that intertwined Yin Earth Force and Yang Earth Force, circulating them around his body before transforming them into Wuji Force.
A dense, earth-yellow mist swirled around him, surging violently as it clashed against the dense barrage of Flame Spirit Blades and other attacks.
The ground rumbled thunderously as Qin Ming seemed to merge with the earth itself.
His Wuji Fist, heavy as a mountain, swung with tremendous force, drawing the surrounding fire chains into its orbit.
The chains, unable to maintain their web-like formation, twisted and writhed with the fist's radiant energy, gradually snapping apart.
With a resounding clang, Yu Zhuohan, realizing his opponent couldn't be restrained, drew his sword.
A crimson, brilliantly gleaming Greatsword emerged from its sheath, illuminating the night sky.
"The Crimson Jade Iron Sword!"
Many of the young onlookers gasped with envy.
This was pure Jade Iron, untainted by other metals, forged into a Greatsword—an extravagant display of wealth and power.
The luminous wings on Yu Zhuohan's back vibrated, propelling him to his maximum speed.
Gripping the sword with both hands, he slashed forward like a crimson lightning bolt tearing through the night sky!
With a thunderous roar, Qin Ming unleashed the full might of his Wuji Fist, shattering all the surrounding fire chains.
The dense, spiderweb-like Silver Light shattered completely.
With a clang, he drew his Jade Iron Sword, gripping it in one hand.
Amidst the swirling, dissipating streams of fire chains, he strode forward and swung the blade with ferocious force.
Under the night sky, sparks flew as the two figures moved like lightning across the desolate wilderness, their blades clashing incessantly. The ear-splitting screech of metal grinding against metal echoed through the night.
"The Esoteric Sect's specially tempered Jade Iron not only protects their Divine Wisdom from being scorched, but also enhances their power," a spectator remarked.
Jade Iron was a rare and precious material, possessing extraordinary properties.
The Crimson Jade Iron Sword in Yu Zhuohan's hand erupted in flames, amplifying his innate abilities.
With each swing, he unleashed a torrent of fire that surged forward like a tidal wave.
Qin Ming was astonished.
No wonder his opponent dared to engage in close-quarters combat again.
The Crimson Jade Iron Sword seemed to have fused the powers of Yu Zhuohan's Rebirth and Esoteric Sect paths, combining Heavenly Light with strange, fiery radiance in a dazzling display.
"Flap! Flap! Flap!"
From the flames unleashed by Yu Zhuohan's Crimson Jade Iron Sword, fiery crows materialized, swooping down to attack.
Qin Ming remained composed.
With a flick of his right hand, he swung his blade while simultaneously throwing a punch with his left, swiftly shattering the fiery crows into a rain of embers.
The Jade Iron Sword in his right hand carried his astonishing Heavenly Light, imbued with a profound artistic conception.
With effortless grace, he unleashed a formidable Sword Intent.
In an instant, the entire night seemed to split apart. The blinding sword light, as if channeling the thunder and lightning of the heavens, radiated a primordial, cosmic power.
"Clang!"
The Crimson Jade Iron Sword nearly flew from Yu Zhuohan's grasp. His right hand, drenched in blood, trembled violently, the flesh between his fingers torn open by the immense force.
Qin Ming continued to swing his sword relentlessly.
In the flickering light, the Night Mist seemed to transform into a vast ocean, while the Jade Iron Sword became a blazing sun, rising from the sea's surface.
It erupted with boundless Golden Radiance, cleaving through the Cloud Mist and stirring up cataclysmic waves.
The Night Mist surged wildly, then shattered with a thunderous roar as the sword light tore through it.
With this strike, the flames on Yu Zhuohan's Crimson Jade Iron Sword extinguished completely.
He was sent flying backward, his arm spasming violently, nearly losing his grip on the Greatsword.
This sight caused many faces to pale, sensing the true power of Qin Ming's sword technique.
He truly possessed the aura of a Young Grandmaster!
Qin Ming took a single step, closing the distance instantly, and swung his sword again.
For a moment, the sword light illuminated the desolate wilderness, revealing his resolute face and Yu Zhuohan's ashen features.
The latter coughed up blood repeatedly.
Yu Zhuohan was forced to activate his Secret Technique again, fiery wings of light erupting from his back, granting him a burst of speed to widen the distance between himself and his opponent.
Any further delay, and he risked being cleaved apart by the sword's edge.
Even so, his entire arm trembled, flesh splitting open in deep, bloody gashes—injuries inflicted entirely by the force of the opponent's long sword.
The young nobles from the Noble Clans were deeply shaken.
Yu Zhuohan was exceptionally powerful, his physical prowess nearing that of an Otherworlder, combined with his innate abilities and the esoteric techniques of the Esoteric Sect, making his combat strength terrifyingly formidable.
Yet even with all that, he couldn't withstand Qin Ming!
Zheng Maorong felt a chill run down his spine.
This "old friend" hadn't been crushed or crippled even in this remote corner of the world.
If he truly rose to power in the future, would he seek retribution?
The radiant Lu Yuzhi wore a look of astonishment.
Qin Ming's performance would undoubtedly secure him a place among the Core Disciples of the Jade Pure Lineage!
In the wilderness, Yu Zhuohan sheathed his Crimson Jade Iron Sword.
Gritting his teeth, he raised both hands toward the night sky, and his entire body erupted in a brilliant silver light.
He refused to lose; he had never tasted defeat before.
A dual-path cultivator and an Innate Ability User, Yu Zhuohan possessed unparalleled talent. Yet tonight, he had suffered setback after setback, leaving him seething with resentment.
He resolved to risk everything, to fight to the bitter end, even if it meant collapsing from exhaustion afterward.
He would defeat this opponent, no matter the cost!
Yu Zhuohan roared, his silver aura surging like boiling flames.
The Silver Moon surrounding him blazed even brighter before suddenly rising from his body and detaching completely.
Everyone gasped in astonishment.
Earlier, when he had stretched his hands toward the night sky as if supporting the heavens, he had actually been preparing to lift this burning Silver Moon.
The night sky was now illuminated with blinding brilliance!
The Silver Moon hung high above, no longer sacred but radiating scorching flames that burned through the void, bathing all creation in its light and emitting an aura of unimaginable danger.
Clutching the Jade Iron Sword, Qin Ming moved like the wind, charging straight toward his opponent.
Yu Zhuohan roared again, and the terrifying Silver Moon he had been supporting with both hands shot away from him, hurtling across the wasteland toward Qin Ming at breakneck speed.
Qin Ming dodged with a swift movement.
However, guided by Yu Zhuohan's Divine Wisdom, the Silver Moon abruptly reversed course, descending upon Qin Ming with an even more menacing aura.
Qin Ming halted, unleashing the full force of his Heavenly Light Force without reservation.
The Jade Iron Sword seemed to melt into a blazing sun as he swung it down with all his might.
With a thunderous crash, Qin Ming was sent flying backward over twenty meters.
Yet, he had also shattered the boiling Silver Moon!
Qin Ming's clothes were torn and disheveled, his Heavenly Light Force flickering dimly across his skin, severely depleted but not completely extinguished.
Therefore, he remained unharmed.
He lifted his head, his gaze as sharp as lightning.
In an instant, his Heavenly Light Force surged forth again, erupting with an even more terrifying brilliance.
Qin Ming strode forward, sheathing his longsword.
His Heavenly Light Force boiled and intertwined, pouring forth without restraint, coursing through his body.
He clenched his fist and charged at his opponent, determined to end the battle.
"Aaaah!" Yu Zhuohan roared, his face deathly pale.
With immense effort, he summoned a second, seething Silver Moon and hurled it forward.
Qin Ming's three Extraordinary Techniques and eighteen perfected Heavenly Light Force Techniques had merged into a unified whole, making it impossible to discern the origin of his Force Technique.
He charged forward, his right hand slicing through the night sky like a sword.
With a thunderous crash, he shattered the Silver Moon.
Though the violent impact tore his clothes to shreds, he remained unharmed and unwavering.
His speed remained constant, like a meteor streaking across the wilderness, until he stood before his opponent.
At that moment, Qin Ming's Heavenly Light Force surged again.
He clenched his left fist and struck forward, unleashing a dazzling golden light.
Yu Zhuohan's face turned as pale as gold paper.
He barely managed to conjure a third Silver Moon, but it was dim, lacking the seething silver flames of its predecessors.
As his opponent's terrifying fist-light hurtled toward him, Yu Zhuohan's Silver Moon flickered and extinguished before it could even be activated.
Qin Ming's fist, crackling with terrifying Heavenly Light Force, stopped abruptly before Yu Zhuohan's forehead.
"Aaaah!" Yu Zhuohan screamed in agony.
The Esoteric Sect's accumulated Divine Wisdom extended into the Spiritual Domain.
Overwhelmed by Qin Ming's sun-like fist-light, Yu Zhuohan collapsed backward, his body hitting the ground with a thud.
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