Absolute Gate

Chapter 90 Golden Combat Power?

The moment Wu made his move, Onion leaped out from behind him.

Two revolvers roared, spraying fire and emitting deafening booms. These were the skinny man's guns; after Onion sorted through his belongings, these two weapons ended up in his hands.

"Bang bang bang bang!" Bullets clattered and struck McGregor's body, even his face.

"Uh...pfft..."

McGur's eyes were bloodshot and his flesh was mangled; in that instant, he was on the verge of death.

If he were still in his previous fel sorcerer form, this attack would likely have killed him.

However, because Perrin sealed his fel power, McGonagall switched to a melee-type host body, and his body is now unusually strong.

That's why he was able to charge through the fire with lightning speed, his hands like demonic claws nearly taking Perrin's life.

This physical condition allowed him to withstand the surprise attack and survive.

His will to survive led him to use his special skill without hesitation.

"Buzz!" Suddenly, green light ignited in Magellan's eyes again, and fel energy surged.

The fel energy within his body was briefly compressed, and then a pure fel energy pulse burst forth in all directions centered on himself.

A surging green torrent explodes from its center, displaying a deep green hue, like the birth of a new star.

Wherever it passed, it left behind burning fel flames on the ground, distorted the air, and was accompanied by eerie shrieks and howls like ghosts wailing.

"puff!"

Wu Zhong never expected that he could fight back, and wasn't the evil energy sealed?
He reacted quickly, gathering his true energy to its maximum to protect his body. He let out a muffled groan and flew backward, crashing into Onion. The two of them were thrown more than twenty meters away.

Then look at the rock that originally trapped McGonagall. It shattered on the spot, and green light cracks spread rapidly from the outside to the inside. Then the structure collapsed and exploded into burning green fragments all over the sky!

The large equipment on the shore was all overturned, its broken parts tainted with evil energy.

Evan and McGonagall's men were simply thrown to the ground, unconscious. One of them was bleeding from all seven orifices and appeared to be dead.

“This evil energy…didn’t you seal it away, Perrin?” Wu Zhong roared.

The evil energy clung to his body like tar, burning him relentlessly and causing him excruciating pain, as if his blood were boiling.

Wu Zhong still felt his life force being continuously consumed, like the fuel for a bonfire.

Perrin was also blasted away, lying on the ground bleeding from all seven orifices, utterly shocked: "How is this possible? He can break the Nibelungen Curse? This is a spell that can even seal divine power."

"No, that's not right. He's not in his previous form. I see. He has two different incarnations. He possesses two incarnations that have mastered evil energy."

Everyone was taken aback by these words.

"Chichi..."

At this moment, McGonagall was engulfed in green flames, a viscous, liquid-like malice.

The surrounding environment suddenly became desolate and withered, and he drained the life force of countless plants.

McGonagall used the hollow of his chest to make a cracking sound, as if he were undergoing a metamorphosis.

The collapsed chest cavity was forcibly pried open and reshaped by surging fel energy, squeezing out bullets. The skin carbonized and peeled off under the high temperature, revealing the newly grown, intact skin underneath.

His body swelled dramatically, tearing his suit to shreds, and his muscle fibers wriggled and hardened like living things.

In his hand, a giant demonic blade made of pure evil energy and burning with green flames materialized.

"Two? No... twenty million!"

Magellan, engulfed in green flames, looked down at the crowd and unleashed a triple roar that echoed from hell.

"In the fel universe, I possess fel energy in every timeline, only differing in strength and profession. I can just borrow it from someone else."

"You think you can defeat me with a mere spell to seal magic?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

Twenty million evil energy entities!

Searching for different parallel worlds within the same universe is a privilege that only those at the second level of enlightenment possess.

Apart from Wu Zhong, everyone present was a Level One Awakened One, and each had only one incarnation.

As for Wu Zhong, he wasn't even an enlightened being.

"So, the sealing technique is useless... Then it seems I have no choice but to defeat you head-on." Wu Zhong frowned, not particularly surprised, because Jordan also had so many incarnations.

Even Xia Heng and Luo Yi must have more.

However, most host bodies are ordinary people, while the main host bodies are selected from among thousands, carefully nurtured by those who are exceptionally powerful in a particular timeline.

And this guy McGonagall has evil powers in every incarnation he has. Could he be like Ark, a figure who can always rise to prominence in the multiverse?
No, it's probably because the world he communicates with is too high in magic, and fel energy is already extremely prevalent.

Or rather, it's a world completely infected by evil energy.

This situation was somewhat unexpected. It was thought that having Perrin seal away the opponent's most powerful multi-elemental magic, coupled with their sudden appearance, would be enough to easily defeat McGonagall.

In retrospect, we underestimated McGall.

This guy is almost impossible to weaken, and he has a variety of different 'fel user' inhabitants to choose from.

Wu Zhong curled his lip, gesturing for Onion to separate and not stand with him.

The sweet flag also leaped out of the cave and headed in another direction.

In an instant, the four people formed a four-corner encirclement.

As for Yang Chunsha, he emerged from the lake, frantically flipping through the pages of a book in front of his chest, standing on a slowly rising rock platform, with Yake standing behind him.

By absorbing life force, McGonagall's injuries were no longer life-threatening.

This caused him to regain his cold and arrogant expression, and he looked around: "So, none of them are dead after all?"

"Does that mean you saw through my plan from the very beginning? Why? Do you know me?"

Yang Chunsha said with a straight face, "We have no interest in getting to know you."

“We’ve brought the statue up for you. Once you’ve settled your quest, we’ll go our separate ways.”

McGill shook his head, looking at Yang Chunsha with amusement.

Now that things have come to this, he's too lazy to dwell on how these people saw through his plan.

"Since you faked your death, you should have just run away. But you dared to ambush me. Well then, none of you are leaving."

"Vicious Curse!"

With a flick of his demonic blade, six green chains shot out at incredible speed, hurtling towards the crowd.

"What!" Yang Chunsha exclaimed in surprise.

Perrin made a dodge maneuver, but it was too fast; none of them could dodge and were hit squarely.

Only Wu Zhong reacted swiftly, leaving an afterimage as he was propelled several meters away.

But the green light refracted in mid-air and tracked Wu Zhong relentlessly.

"puff!"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Wu Zhong reacted quickly and suddenly pulled out a tortoise shell to block!

With a whoosh, the green light failed to penetrate the tortoise shell and was bounced off and fell to the ground, where all the flowers and plants withered and decayed.

At this point, everyone in the arena except Wu Zhong was penetrated by the green light.

In a single encounter, five of the six men fell.

"Uh, oh no... I can't... I can't use my strength..." "My head hurts so much, it hurts so much."

"Oh no, the plan has changed! Sister, run!"

They felt weak all over, extremely weak, dizzy, and confused.

They were well aware that McGonagall was stronger than them, but they still dared to challenge him because they outnumbered him and launched a surprise attack, taking advantage of his unpreparedness.

In battles in the Otherworld, it's not uncommon for strong individuals to be suddenly and instantly defeated by weaker ones.

But now that the sneak attack has failed, McGonagall is alive and has even recovered by absorbing the damage from his injuries. They have probably lost the right to fight.

However, Onion was very stubborn; he lay on the ground and continued to shoot at McGill.

"I...I will definitely kill you!"

Onion fired his dual pistols relentlessly, as if he had an unlimited supply of bullets, even though they were just revolvers.

The fired bullets glowed with a hazy red light, as if it were some kind of magic.

This is Skinny's pistol, an all-weather multi-purpose weapon purchased from the mall.

However, McGonagall scoffed: "Magic guns? They're only slightly more powerful than regular guns, and they're only popular in the Bronze rank, haha."

"Fel Explosion!"

He pointed, and green flames burst forth, a single strike powerful enough to obliterate the onion.

At the critical moment, Wu Zhong arrived and pulled Onion away from the fatal blow.

Witnessing Wu Zhong's speed in dodging the curse and saving Onion, McGonagall was very surprised and stared at Wu Zhong, the only one still standing.

"Are you really Black Iron?"

Wu Zhong said solemnly, "I am already at the Bronze level."

McGonagall realized that Wu must have been promoted a few days after he checked his rank.

"Is that so? Your strength is definitely among the top in the Bronze Mercenaries."

"I never expected that you, Dragon Subduing Wood, would be the strongest one. I misjudged you."

Wu Zhong felt a sense of unease as he surveyed the slumped crowd. The scene of six people attacking each other had been reversed in a single move.

The good news is that this rapid beam attack is not lethal, but rather a curse that weakens the entire group.

The bad news is...

"Am I the only one left again?" Wu Zhong said expressionlessly, but inwardly he was miserable.

Seeing that he didn't answer, McGonagall glanced at the tortoise shell in Wu Zhong's hand: "Dragon-Subduing Wood, your punch sealed my trachea, and I can't undo it no matter what. Isn't that an absolute characteristic?"

"So you also possess a calamity artifact. I never imagined that after all the hard work I put into acquiring one, someone would offer it as a buy-one-get-one-free deal. Good, very good, excellent."

Although he couldn't breathe at the moment, his magic was burning and his fel energy supply could sustain him for a long time.

And since I can speak using some minor spells, it doesn't affect anything for the time being.

"I love things that others can use at will. As for you, become nourishment for fel energy."

As he spoke, he was already in front of Wu Zhong. With the help of evil energy, he crashed into him like a speeding train.

The enormous demonic blade in his hand cleaved down with tremendous force.

“Here it comes…” Wu Zhong was initially very nervous, but he discovered that he could clearly see McGall’s movements.

He immediately stood up straight, put his hands inside the tortoise shell, and used it as a glove.

"clang!"

Wu withstood the blow head-on, and even countered with a palm strike, knocking McGer back.

He exhaled, and a long, trailing breath shot through the rain.

He repelled his opponent with a single palm strike, yet remained completely unmoved, a testament to his profound inner strength and abundant true energy.

He realized that McGall wasn't as strong as he had imagined.
Or perhaps he underestimated his own abilities.

"Your thirst for monstrous objects is truly blatant."

"But even if I'm the only one left, are you really sure you've won?"

After Wu finished speaking, the next second he had already leaped into the air, causing a loud bang.

With twenty times the physical strength and the Longevity Technique, he was already extraordinary.

With a whoosh, moving as fast as a flying arrow, it instantly knocked McGonagall back.

With a seemingly casual wave of his hand, the tortoise-shell-like palm pressed down as if caressing him, and McGonagall's hair stood on end. Facing the force of the palm strike, he felt as if a towering mountain was pushing and pressing down on him.

"hiss!"

McGonagall's expression changed drastically. He was sent flying several meters by Wu Zhong's palm strike, rolling several times on the ground before crashing into a large tree and breaking it.

"puff!"

He coughed up blood and broke several ribs.

"What? You...you're actually this strong?"

McGonagall looked somewhat dazed as he slowly stood up and began drawing life force from the surrounding plants to heal his injuries.

"Are you kidding me... Do you also have Gold-level combat power?"

"I posted a bronze-level quest and got a gold-level one? What kind of probability is that... Fuck!"

His cold expression vanished again, replaced by astonishment and disbelief.

Admittedly, rank does not represent skill, but it is sufficient to cover most situations.

Considering only normal circumstances, Wu Zhong's strength is at the Gold level!

Even Wu Zhong himself didn't realize this...

"Gold?" Wu Zhong was taken aback for a moment.

What? I'm actually a Gold-level fighter?
But upon closer inspection, it seems to make sense.

Even with only twice the physical strength, Wu Zhong defeated Fei Peng and Ya Bai, two Silver-ranked warriors, by relying on the Absolute Gate and his arm armor.

Later, with a 20x multiplier, he was confident that he could easily win again.

In other words, he was already a top-tier Silver-level fighter at that time.

After a fierce battle with Jordan, he obtained the secret to immortality, and his power has now surpassed that of Jordan.

Even though it's not yet a match for established gold giants like Luo Yi, Xia Heng, and Long Kui, it should be close enough to cross the threshold into the gold market.

Wu's experience of being hunted down gave him a unique perspective.

He had encountered too many experts and had become so accustomed to placing himself in a very low position that he forgot that the probability of encountering a top-tier expert in a random bronze-level mission while concealing his identity was extremely low.

McGonagall was actually just someone who had barely crossed the threshold of gold, and he might not be any better than himself.

Perhaps it wasn't just bad luck that he encountered a shady client.

Instead, it was this unlucky patron who attracted his attention.

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(End of this chapter)