My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: The Man Who Will Show the Way!

"How did you survive after absorbing the Death Energy?"

The man asked, disbelief lacing his tone. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

Gang Reyong didn’t reply. He simply stood in silence, his abyssal eyes swirling with dark energy as he stared at the man.

He looked more like a man possessed.

"Hmph, you don’t want to talk?" The man chuckled with disdain.

"D-Don’t... child, don’t do it." Jian Ruxue weakly extended her hand, as if trying to stop Gang Reyong. But she failed, her arm dropped to the ground with a thud.

She parted her parched lips and spoke with difficulty:

"He... he is a First-Stage Martial Artist."

"I see," Gang Reyong said, nodding as he heard this.

His eyes were fixed on the man, yet not a trace of fear could be seen in his demeanor.

"Are you really not afraid of me?" the man asked curiously, tilting his head as he observed Gang Reyong’s calm and collected expression.

"Of course not."

Gang Reyong began to walk forward, death energy swirling around him, cloaking his body like a suit of armor.

"Let’s see how long that confidence lasts," the man sneered.

He took a step, it seemed like a simple step, no different from one an ordinary man might take.

But in the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Gang Reyong, his fist flying straight toward his face.

Just as the punch was about to land, Gang Reyong spoke in a low, commanding tone:

"Arise."

The void warped and twisted.

From the darkness, undead soldiers marched forth, forming a tight phalanx that absorbed the brunt of the blow.

Even so, the fist pushed on, losing only a sliver of momentum before reaching Gang Reyong.

He regarded the oncoming strike with cold indifference.

Death energy pooled in his own hand, and he struck back.

The two fists were about to collide when, at the last instant, the man felt a chill crawl up his spine.

"Death energy..."

He yanked his arm away as if Gang Reyong’s fist were a plague and leapt backward.

Gang Reyong’s voiced in a flat tone:

"Hah. What happened to our mighty First‑Stage Martial Artist? Not so capable after all?"

He felt numb, as though his emotions had been stripped away. His body was cold as ice.

His face had turned pale, so pale he looked more like a corpse than a living man.

The man in black stood silent for a moment, staring at his fist, now laced with cracks.

"I have to admit, you caught me off guard," he said. "But it doesn’t matter. You still won’t be able to defeat me."

"You’re right. I may not be able to beat you," Gang Reyong replied. "But what about them?"

The undead surged forward.

Around one hundred and fifty of them, flooding the entire room.

And at the forefront stood a brawny, green-skinned figure, a Third-Stage Martial Artist.

"Jiangshi!?" The man’s voice trembled with disbelief. "How... how can you summon Jiangshi!?"

He looked at the crushed undead, who were rapidly recovering and becoming whole again.