Those who reincarnate must die.

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To everyone's astonishment, Zep raised the hammer.

After taking more than a dozen powerful palm strikes, the black strongman finally decided to fight back!

With a powerful stomp of his feet, a large section of the floor tiles behind him suddenly shattered. The force of the impact propelled him like a cannonball, sending him hurtling towards Black Hoof!

"Hmm?" Blackhoof's bull-like eyes widened. As a seasoned and powerful reincarnator, he could judge the power of this attack from Zep's speed!

Not to be underestimated!

Blackhoof parried Zep's attack with one hand, raising his longsword to block it!

"Bang!!"

A loud bang, like the morning bell of an ancient temple, swept through the venue, causing the audience outside the energy shield to cover their ears.

Black Hoof, which took the hit head-on, caused the floor tiles beneath its feet to shatter layer by layer, forming a huge and intricate spiderweb pattern!

That's quite a bit of power, but that's about it!

Blackhoof's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Zep holding the hammer in both hands.

As far as the Shen clan is concerned, he is indeed quite good, but compared to himself, this kid's strength is still a bit lacking!

If this is all there is to it, then this match is over.

Blackhoof was about to retaliate when suddenly, a huge phantom appeared behind Zep!

It was an ancient warrior covered in intricate tattoos, wielding a massive weapon, which crashed down along the trajectory of Zep's attack!

The moment the ancient warrior's weapon collided with Zep's giant hammer, Blackhoof felt a tremendous force coming from the longsword!

"This is?! There's a second layer of force?"

Before Black Hoof could react, another phantom appeared, slightly different in appearance and physique from the previous one, but the only thing that remained the same was its intricate tattoos all over its body!

boom!

The third force descended!

At this point, Black Hoof finally couldn't hold on any longer and switched to wielding the knife with both hands, finally managing to withstand the pressure!

But that's not all!

Behind Zep, a series of afterimages appeared, each one adding an extra layer of force. Black Hoof, having received these layers of force, felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him!

The area of ​​shattering beneath his feet grew larger and larger until both of his lower legs were buried in the ground!

A rational assessment would be that in this situation, a different tactic should be employed to deflect Zepp's force.

However, as a member of the Ugly Clan known for their strength, and as the strongest warrior of the new generation of the Ugly Clan, Black Hoof would not allow himself to desert his post!

This is the dignity and honor of being a soldier!

How could I, a dignified Black Hoof, be suppressed by the Shen Clan in terms of strength?

Thinking of this, the elements within Black Hoof surged, and a faint red light shone from his entire body. His muscles suddenly contracted and then swelled, making him a size larger!

"Explosive Flame Dragon Heart!"

This is the energy system that Black Hoof cultivated, a unique enhancement formed by the fusion and mutation of the Dragon Heart. Once used, its power will increase significantly, several times stronger than the effects of the Dragon Heart!

With this enhanced power, he swung his knife upwards, about to cleave Zep away!

This sudden change caused Zepton to feel a backlash; he felt a sweet taste in his throat and was about to spit out a mouthful of blood!

Is it still not working?

Is the gap between the Shen and Chou tribes really that vast?

The immense recoil almost made Zep lose consciousness, his thoughts drifting away...

"This is Subject 19?" Inside a pristine, enclosed laboratory, a tall Black man looked down at Zep.

At that time, Zepp was just up to the man's knees; he was still a child.

"Yes, Mr. Tanka." The researcher beside him nodded and said, "As per your request, we used the most advanced technology in Elysium. However, this kind of modification is not something a child's body can withstand, so only subject number 19 survived."

At this point, the researcher paused for a moment: "I suggest that using adults as test subjects should greatly increase the success rate..."

"No!" Tanka objected. "An adult's body is already fully developed and can only be modified to a limited extent. To fully unleash humanity's potential and withstand the power of our ancestors, we must begin in infancy!"

As he spoke, he slowly knelt down and stroked little Zep's head: "Good boy, you're the best!"

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On a small island in the South Pacific, ten-year-old Zep, led by Tanka, arrives at a small house.

"This is where our clan worships our ancestors, who were warriors throughout the ages."

Here, Tanka donned the traditional attire of South Ottoman, his bare upper body adorned with intricate magical runes: "One day, when I die, I will be enshrined here, becoming a heroic spirit to bless the descendants of my people."

Young Zepp pointed to the magical markings on Tanka's body: "If I get this tattoo, will I be able to become a Heroic Spirit?"

Tanka smiled and nodded: "Yes, but you're not ready yet. To withstand the power of Heroic Spirits, you need a physique that surpasses that of humans."

"I'm already very strong!" Zep flexed his hamstrings. Although he was still young, he was already very tall and muscular. Due to the modifications, his strength far exceeded that of an adult.

"You are indeed strong, but not strong enough." Tanka then looked at the high priest beside him: "When he turns eighteen, arrange for him to enter the altar."

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It was still the ancestral hut. This time, Zep had grown into an adult. He knelt before the ancestral tablets, and the priest elders were drawing magic runes on his body.

"With your current strength, if you don't overuse the power of your ancestors, you might be able to find a way to break through this before you turn thirty. Otherwise, the best outcome will be like Tanka's..."

"I've made up my mind!" Zep's gaze was resolute. "Although it's a little earlier than planned, I have no other choice. I will definitely surpass Mr. Tanka and become the first person to fully withstand the power of the Ancestor!"

"Alright..." As the elder finished drawing the magic runes, waves of energy appeared in the spirit tablet and merged into Zep's body. Zep himself seemed to be enduring immense pain, curling up and trembling uncontrollably.

It took a full ten minutes for Zep to slowly relax, his body covered in sweat.

"Amazing talent!" the elder exclaimed. "At your current level, you can withstand the blessing of eight ancestral powers. Exceeding that number will begin to shorten your lifespan. But remember, you absolutely cannot exceed twelve. Otherwise, the rate at which your life is diminished will greatly increase, and you may even die suddenly at any moment!"

"Eight paths are enough!" Zep felt the surging power throughout his body, clenched his fist, and said confidently...

Feeling the increasing power of the black hooves, Zep regained his composure.

"Eight phantoms..." Zep glanced at the eight phantoms behind him and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

To be able to compete with Black Hoof, he had already activated five ancestral souls before the match even started. After that clash, he had used up his eight-soul limit!

But so what!

Zep's face was contorted with rage, his body shimmering with demonic runes, and the ninth phantom descended from the sky!