Ultragene Warlord Chapter 848: Pozhis Nightmare

Chapter 848: Pozhi’s Nightmare

A whirlpool of energy had gathered before Zhang Lie by the time he punched forward with a shout. “[Fists of the Silent Sea: Soar]!”

A huge wave soared into the air. As Zhang Lie punched forward, the fish slammed its huge tail on the ground and sent a torrent of water surging into the air. Ripples of energy spread out from Zhang Lie, warping the space around him and roaring through the skies like galloping steeds, like a rampaging sea.

The xuluo were sent flying by the tidal wave of energy that rushed toward them, shattering space and swallowing up all life in its vicinity.

The venue looked as though it had been struck by a Category 5 hurricane. The guests were all sent stumbling to the ground, and the artfully crafted stage flew off into the sky. Even the aliens standing beyond the cordon found it difficult to maintain their balance.

Zhang Lie’s strength had crossed a threshold ever since he capped out his disaster gene fragments.

The waves of energy cleared out large patches of the xuluo.

“Oh?” Zhang Lie was very surprised that a few xuluo had managed to withstand the might of his skill. “Not bad!”

Pozhi’s body was covered in flame. Like a bulwark, he protected the xuluo behind him from harm. Thanks to Pozhi’s defense, not all the xuluo perished under Zhang Lie’s blow.

Pozhi’s three heads and nine eyes glared daggers at Zhang Lie. “Just who are you?”

Zhang Lie chuckled coldly. “A passerby who’s going to slaughter the xuluo to the last!”

Pozhi’s left head looked up at the sky and laughed uproariously. “Hah! You and whose army?”

Pozhi’s middle head narrowed his eyes at him thoughtfully. “The superior evolution couldn’t have happened for no reason…”

Pozhi’s right head pronounced, “I am Pozhi, the commanding general of the xuluo world, the right hand of the xuluo king! Your strength isn’t too bad. If you surrender now, I’ll report this matter to my king, and you’ll be granted the opportunity to reincarnate as a xuluo. Given your strength, you might well become the fifth xuluo lord.”

Pozhi’s left head threatened him archly, “On the other hand, if you try to resist, you’ll certainly die.”

“[Ninecarp Transformation]!” Zhang Lie didn’t waste his breath on these invaders. A black serpent materialized behind Zhang Lie, by now so large and so developed that it resembled the world-swallowing serpent Jormungandr.

Though it was a construct of genetic energy, it looked tangible and physical. It let out a threatening rustle as its scales creaked.

Pozhi’s middle head commented, “Looks like it’s another disobedient one…”

Pozhi’s left head mocked, “Pitiful alien, you don’t understand just how strong the xuluo are, or how frightening our heaven’s might is!”

Pozhi’s right head scoffed. “Do you really think you’re all that strong just because you managed to get this world to evolve? We xuluo have destroyed so many superior worlds that you wouldn’t be able to count them on both hands.”

Pozhi’s middle head shouted, “Ignorant fool, shake under the power of heaven’s might!”

Pozhi raised an arm high over his head, then swung it down while an intangible force spread out from his palm.

It ignored the constraints of space and distance and landed squarely on Zhang Lie’s body before floating by harmlessly.

Pozhi’s three heads seemed to suffer indigestion. His left head turned darker, his middle head greener, and his right head pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood along with a spray of flames.

The backlash from a failed usage of heaven’s might was more severe than Pozhi had expected. He had never experienced a situation in which his heaven’s might was ineffective; in the past, no matter what, he had always been able to injure or at least drain his opponent.

However, the force had had absolutely no effect on Zhang Lie, as though his hands were trying to push against a mountain’s worth of mass. It simply wouldn’t budge.

Po Zhi’s understanding of heaven’s might was very basic: he only used it as a force multiplier to send his enemies flying. However, when he used that technique on Zhang Lie, it felt as though he were trying to push apart a planet—completely impossible given the strength he possessed.

The heaven’s might that was the xuluo’s pride seemed to be entirely useless against Zhang Lie—or rather, Pozhi’s heaven’s might was ineffective against him.

Pozhi had heard that weak xuluo were incapable of attacking far stronger opponents with heaven’s might; heaven’s might would only function if there were a greater chance than not that the desired effect could take place.

In other words, if the xuluo wanted to strike a killing blow and couldn’t do so with over 50% probability, that blow wouldn’t land. If the xuluo wanted to deal an injury and couldn’t do so with over 50% probability, that injury wouldn’t be dealt.

The will of the world was indirectly implying that Pozhi couldn’t even do anything to his opponent.

Pozhi couldn’t accept this result. Was he no different from the xuluo who had perished in front of Zhang Lie?

It was only natural for Pozhi to be panicking—he had leaned on heaven’s might for all his fights, and even if he didn’t have a 50% probability of killing his opponent, he surely had a 50% probability of wounding them.

As long as that were the case, heaven’s might would be effective—and if it were effective, then he would be able to consistently deal more and more damage with heaven’s might. Very quickly, he would then also be able to kill his opponent with a 50% probability.

Pozhi was stronger than the strongest kings of the realm of large worlds, and he had never before seen an existence whom he couldn’t even hurt with heaven’s might.

Pozhi refused to believe that this could happen, that he would be nothing more than a weak xuluo who was unable to defeat his opponent.

The xuluo race had grown so prosperous because of heaven’s might that Pozhi didn’t know how to defeat an opponent without using it. He had never learned how to deal with stronger opponents whom he couldn’t handle.

“No, impossible! This is impossible—there’s no way heaven’s might can be ineffective, no way at all! Heaven’s might is invincible!” Pozhi fell into a blind panic. His arms waved around madly, depleting his supply of heaven’s might again and again.

All that energy landed on Zhang Lie’s body and passed through him as though he were being caressed by a gentle breeze.

Pozhi groaned in pain as he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of bloody flame, spraying it all the way toward Zhang Lie.

The black serpent behind Zhang Lie uncoiled and dissolved the flame with its pitch-black energy—only to see Pozhi falling from the sky and crashing into the ground.

Zhang Lie: ? ? ?

What was going on? Why had his opponent suddenly collapsed?