Nightmare’s Call

The arms were the most crucial existence for Khadula because each arm was a part of her body. Damaging the arms was equivalent to killing her body. For this reason, wrath and pain instantly rose inside her.

Before Chen Minjia could react, Khadula lunged forward, launched herself into the air, and flew toward the warship at the far distance. Almost at the same time, a light-green figure was seen rising from the battleship and flying in Khadula’s direction.

The two figures clashed above the sea. Just when Khadula was about to summon her strength, a slight delay in her response had given her opponent an edge. Khadula was struck in her abdomen, her body arched back and fell spectacularly into the sea below, creating a splash.

The light-green figure kept pursuing, swooping down with a powerful punch at the spot where Khadula had fallen.

“Atmospheric Crusher!”

A large body of water was blown away with Khadula parrying with her hands crossed. She stepped on the water and lunged into the air before landing softly on the deck. The passengers and crew on board scrambled to flee like a group of terrified birds.

“Come on!” Khadula’s face was grim, firmly planting her feet on the deck, which quickly sank and deformed under the intense energy force. The next moment, she lunged out at the light-green figure again.

The green figure was a burly man with an army haircut, wearing a white sleeveless vest and barefooted. His eyes that glowed in a pale-green light seemed to exude a hint of arrogance

Clenching Khadula’s fist with one hand, the man swept his other hand and cut off all the pale arms that quietly came to attack him, as if he could turn air into a blade.

“I am Reinier. Are you Khadula of the Thousand Arms? You are much weaker than I thought. Do I get the wrong person?” The man looked surprised, but his voice calm and matter of fact, as if he was only talking to a stranger who came up asking for direction.

“Go to hell!” Khadula’s body rapidly expanded, transforming into the six-meter-tall, centipede-shape Dark Igor. The many arms on her sides slashed at Reinier like thousands of machetes, leaving behind a trail of holes of different sizes in the deck. After dodging for a few times and finding that it was futile to do so, Reinier decided to stand at the bow, confronting his opponent head-on.

“Superheated Form!” Reinier spread out his arms, his muscles and skins swelled rapidly like a balloon. From a one-meter-eight body, he grew to become a five-meter-tall giant in the blink of an eye. His clothes were torn apart, skin shimmering in a metallic luster. Raising his hands, he fought Khadula at close range.

A series of loud collisions later, he said, “You are too weak! Is this all the famous Thousand Arms is capable of?” Reinier quickly caught Khadula’s hand that came out of nowhere. His reaction was so quick that afterimage could be seen on his hand. A silver-white halo appeared on his upper body. He was so tall as if a giant spirit had possessed him. Retracting his arms, the man cupped his fists and struck out at the human face on Khadula’s chest.

A ring of gray dust burst out from between the two figures. The heavy blow dent Khadula’s chest, sending her flying backward into the air with thousands of pale arms dropping off her body.

“I heard that you are injured? If this is all you got, you are not my match, even if you have fully recovered. Because you are simply too feeble.” Reinier slowly walked toward Khadula.

“You are despicable!” After failing in his surprise attack, Khadula pulled herself on her feet while her pale arms still fell off her body. There were various alien energies wreaking havoc in her body, throttling half of her strength. Whenever she raised her hand in a parry, the alien energies would suddenly surge and affect her balance.

“If not for the setup…”

“Trash always has many excuses. It is a waste of my time to play around here. I am done with talking with a fella who doesn’t even know about a qualitative change is.” Reinier raised his right fist with twisting green smoke rising around it.

“Just blame it on yourself for bumping into me.” A large blanket of smoke rose around him, all in green, as dark as ink.

“Scales of Sanction!” As Reinier roared in a low voice, the dark green smoke gathered around his fist and transformed into a small balance scale. On one pan was a throbbing black heart, and on the other was the pale arm that represented Khadula. As the pan with the black heart dropped, Khadula began to experience sharp pain all over his skin. Not only that, even the pale arms on the deck felt the pain.

“My brother will surely revenge my death!” Khadula stared dead into Reinier’s eyes despite the agony. “The Ironfist Society will pursue you, gouge your soul out, and hang your body to dry on the thorns. You will not be able to run away…”

“Pursue me? Hahaha, I might as well kill every one of you,” Reinier said absent-mindedly and pressed down the pan with the black heart. “Goodbye.”

A twisting force suddenly exploded in Khadula’s body and blew him into thousand pieces of arms, which fritted away out to the sea. As things happened, a tiny black orb slowly rose in the sea of arms and shook in the air. But Reinier had spotted it before it could fly away.

“Where go?” Reinier laughed grimly, waving away the scale in his hand. As he opened his hand, a dark-green dark-energy vortex appeared on his palm. The vortex rapidly spun and released a powerful field of gravity, capturing the orb in place. As the air began to distort, the force field of the vortex transformed into an energy column and thrust at the black orb of Khadula. As smooth as a mirror, the pale and dead face of Khadula could be seen projected out onto the orb’s surface.

“It’s over.”

A curtain of dark-red flame suddenly rose, just in time to block the energy column that shot toward the black orb. In a split second, the dark-red flames and energy field vanished. Following that, a tall old man draped in dark-red armor slowly walked out of the shadow on the deck, his body flashing with streaks of red light.

“Let’s carry on. The Steel Lord, what takes you so long?” A man wearing a white cloth slowly emerged from the sea behind Reinier. The man was smiling, wearing a pair of blue sunglasses, hand fiddling with an elusively translucent dagger.

Just then, footsteps were heard coming from the other side of Reinier. Shrouded in electric arcs, Lin Sheng strode out of the passenger compartment. “It is three against two now.” While he calmly looked at the white-haired man and Reinier, a fiery air expanded from behind him in all directions.