Pretending To Be A Boss

837: Chapter 33: The Battle Ends_3 837: Chapter 33: The Battle Ends_3 His movements slowed by telekinesis, it was too late to dodge; he could only assume a defensive posture, hoping to somehow survive the Red Emperor’s strike.

His arms instantly turned into the hardest metal.

At the same time, Tang Xian held the trident, positioning it horizontally in front of him as a shield.

The heavy axe fell!

The already massive pit became even larger, and Tang Xian only felt a force strong enough to shatter his bones bearing down on him.

If he hadn’t built up considerable resistance, Tang Xian felt this punch almost exceeded his life force limit.

Even the judge didn’t have such an absolutely powerful strike.

Tang Xian sank to the bottom of the pit, the Sea God’s Trident vibrated out of his grip.

The Red Emperor’s strike had completely shattered his arms.

His entire arms were broken beyond recognition, having completely lost sensation.

Not just his arms, the powerful strike almost shattered all his organs.

Tang Xian collapsed on the ground, eyes slightly open, appearing as if he had utterly perished.

The Red Emperor was breathing slightly heavy.

Even with strong life force, it too felt fatigue after consecutive battles against formidable foes.

Looking at Tang Xian, who seemed incapable of moving and likely already dead, the Red Emperor felt a twinge of regret.

Regret on behalf of its master that for the next several hundred years there might not be an existence as calculated as Tang Xian.

Tang Xian did indeed possess the capacity to fight on par with it.

But humanity had ultimately been defeated.

“I had no intention of killing you, but without my full strength, I couldn’t defeat you.

If there’s an afterlife, I hope you’ll become even stronger,” said the Red Emperor as it looked at Tang Xian, who still showed no reaction.

Heartbeat, breathing, all ceased.

The entire person remained motionless.

It didn’t know how much longer it needed to guard until the existence awaited by its master would arrive.

Without a sense of victory’s joy, the Red Emperor prepared to leap out of the pit.

As for Junlin and Tang Xian, it couldn’t be bothered with them.

This sea had buried countless strong beings; Tang Xian and Junlin wouldn’t be the first it mourned, nor the last.

But just as the Red Emperor was about to leave, something suddenly occurred to it, and it looked up above the massive pit.

The seawater—had not fallen.

This waterless domain created by Tang Xian was still in place.

Faintly, the Red Emperor heard a subtle sound.

It was the cracking sound of twisting bones, the sizzling sound of growing flesh.

It turned abruptly, and in the darkness of the massive pit, two figures slowly rose.

Junlin propped up its wings, now reduced to mere skeletons, while Tang Xian twisted his neck and said:

“That was really close, you almost punched me into a grand finale,” Tang Xian’s voice rang out.

This voice actually instilled a hint of fear in the Red Emperor.

What kind of formidable regenerative ability was this?

Could such an immortal body truly exist?

It couldn’t imagine, just a minute ago Tang Xian was dying, yet now he was lively scrambling to his feet.

That voice…

it sounded as if he had suffered no harm at all.

But what Tang Xian didn’t expect was that Junlin also managed to rise.

Only the situation was far worse.

Junlin’s regenerative ability was significantly weaker.

Junlin said nothing, but flapped its tattered wings and charged at the Red Emperor once more.

The Red Emperor faintly felt Junlin’s regeneration speed was increasing.

This human and monster had both given the Red Emperor quite the shock.

Humans possessed bodies akin to gods, while Junlin grew stronger with each defeat.

Given time, Junlin would inevitably live up to its name, reigning supreme and standing at the very top of the food chain.

The Red Emperor’s iron fist knocked down Junlin once again.

It didn’t take much effort; Junlin had become stronger yet was extremely weak.

However, the Red Emperor did not deliver a killing blow.

It wanted Junlin to live.

At the same time, the terrifying telekinesis locked onto Tang Xian again.

After dealing with Junlin, the Red Emperor once again gathered its will to punch, preparing to kill Tang Xian.

The battle, cyclical in nature, had no end in sight; Tang Xian’s face showed no trace of fear.

His resistance was not yet full, but after that last strike, he was certain of one thing—

The Red Emperor couldn’t kill him anymore.

“Even a destroyer against the Lord of Eden, if the battle drags on too long, would be defeated, right?”

Tang Xian beckoned with his hand, the trident that had been shaken far away flew back as if it was summoned!

The Red Emperor had a strange feeling.

Tang Xian didn’t seem to grow stronger, but… relative to Tang Xian, it felt weaker and weaker.

Even telekinesis could only slow Tang Xian down slightly at this point.

It abandoned the heavy hammer-like punches and instead took up a defensive posture.

The trident slammed into the ground, stirring up a storm on level ground, and for once Tang Xian was brazen, shouting:

“Come, fight!”

He, of course, wasn’t a man of hot-bloodedness, but as the fight gradually became boring, he might as well play it to the hilt, making it a blood-pumping performance.

Of course, the Red Emperor would not withdraw.

It and Tang Xian tangled again.

This time, roles of attack and defense seemed to be reversed.

The Red Emperor couldn’t make sense of Tang Xian’s depth; every offense was still forceful and heavy, but the feeling of hitting Tang Xian grew increasingly peculiar.

By this point, the battle had lost its suspense.

The Nether Phoenix’s persistence incarnate was inanimate and incapable of accumulating resistance, unlike the living Red Emperor, which would only become weaker the longer it battled Tang Xian.

When his resistance finally maxed out, Tang Xian easily caught the Red Emperor’s fist, capable of shattering mountains, as if he felt no impact at all.

He gripped the Red Emperor’s fist, like the ultimate shield in this world, the Red Emperor couldn’t move it forward by even a fraction!

“It’s not that Tang Xian is getting stronger, nor am I getting weaker…”

With its rich combat experience, the Red Emperor quickly deduced the root of this peculiar feeling.

Feeling Tang Xian’s almost limitless defensive power, the Red Emperor finally considered a possibility it found unbelievable:

“You…

are you the Guardian of Eden?”

“The outside world is nearly gone, and I have already made my intentions clear, there’s no need to fight further, is there?

It’s meaningless now.”