My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Consumed by Fury!

As he prepared to face the soul of the Transcendent Martial Artist, his thoughts drifted to that Seer woman.

From her story, she had seemed intelligent, so why had she so readily revealed everything, knowing full well she might become useless afterward?

Gang Reyong could smell a conspiracy brewing from a mile away, but he couldn’t quite grasp its shape.

With her consciousness wiped out, she shouldn’t be able to interfere, she was deader than dead.

And yet, Gang Reyong couldn’t shake the feeling that she might have hidden something from him.

A person who could see the future... no matter how he looked at it, there was just no way someone like that could be so simple!

"I’ll think about it after I deal with this Jin," he muttered, eyes turning serious. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

As a stronger being, a Transcendent Martial Artist’s soul was naturally far different from the others he had enslaved so far.

Even though he could use illusions, their mental fortitude far surpassed that of any First-stage Martial Artist. Gang Reyong steadied his breath and calmed his thoughts, preparing for a tough battle.

The moment he entered Jin’s mental space, he was assaulted by a terrifying heat that seemed to burn everything in its path.

He glanced around, everything was drenched in red.

Nothing but red filled the space around him, saturated with an overwhelming killing intent.

"I see," Gang Reyong muttered as he observed the overwhelming killing intent. From it alone, he could already infer the kind of mentality Jin, the head of the Shadow Faction, possessed.

A mentality that fascinated him deeply.

The mindset of killing, and nothing but killing.

His gaze fell on the man at the center of it all, Jin, who stared back with unblinking eyes.

"What are you looking at, brat?" Jin sneered, snorting in disdain.

"I’m looking at the man who died by my hands," Gang Reyong replied.

The moment the words left his mouth, his figure vanished, merging with his Will, looming behind him.

At the same time, Jin waved his hand, and the red haze lingering in the air surged forward, striking with merciless precision.

All the red strikes landed, but passed straight through him, as if Gang Reyong were nothing more than a ghost.

"You cannot harm me with physical attacks," Gang Reyong whispered, his voice carrying the eerie chill of a devil, fulfilling his role as one.

"You know," Jin said slowly, "after death, I came to a realization..."

"There’s no such thing as a devil. And if one did exist, it’d be as weak as you."

As his words echoed through the space, the stench of blood thickened, becoming nearly suffocating.

It twisted and solidified, gradually forming thousands of giant katanas, each one pointed at Gang Reyong like a predator poised to strike.

"Haha... Here, I am the strongest. This entire place is my domain," Jin sneered, the corners of his mouth curling upward. "And nothing can harm me here."

He truly felt like a god in this place.

Just like a First-stage Martial Artist who can have their body in this space because it has unified with Will, the domain of the Transcendent Martial Artist became this place.

That means he could essentially dodge and attack opponents inside this place.

"However, you seem to have forgotten," Gang Reyong spoke.

The moment Jin’s eyes landed on Gang Reyong’s figure, he fell into a trance-like state, almost completely frozen in place, like time seemed to have stopped.

’He really fell for the same trick again,’ Gang Reyong thought with a shake of his head. ’For a Transcendent Martial Artist, he is not very smart or should I say that my abilities are an anomaly in themselves.’

Martial artists typically fought in a raw, straightforward manner, relying heavily on physical combat with minimal use of auxiliary skills.

Even their Martial Arts techniques, whether with swords or bows, reflected this direct approach.

It was rare to see a Martial Artist employ other types of Wills. The goateed man had been one such exception, though his Will was primarily defensive in nature.

"Maybe that Tang clan she mentioned has something to do with poison Wills," Gang Reyong thought. In Martial Arts stories, clans bearing the name Tang were almost always masters of poison.