Chapter 61: Why Are You So Weak?

An illusory sickle slashed down from the high sky, yet Lu Wenwu's towering figure remained standing quietly, unshaken and unmoved.

The combat armor could no longer withstand this onslaught and completely shattered into pieces.

A formidable surge of power poured into Lu Wenwu's body, instantly skyrocketing his physical defense to terrifying new heights!

A true man never dies in the nude!

"How is this possible! Why have you grown even stronger?!"

The Lord of the Underworld shrieked in absolute disbelief from the shadows.

"A mortal as insignificant as an ant, how dare you defy my divine authority!"

Though it had only just been born, it had already experienced the bitter taste of having its defenses breached.

After expending all that effort to strip away the opponent's armor, not only had the enemy's strength failed to wane, but *damn it*, he had actually grown stronger instead?

This was utterly absurd!

"Authority? You? You're not worthy."

Lu Wenwu let out a disdainful, cold laugh and immediately switched to the Neutral-Chaotic Guardian of Order.

Ferocious armor covered his entire body, and his heavy cannon gauntlets faintly exuded a bone-chilling aura, making him look like an ancient demon god descended upon the mortal realm.

"Body-Refining Art of Persuasion by Virtue, Heavenly Dog Swallows the Moon Scripture—let me see your limits."

"Personal panel, allocate attribute points!"

"Maomao, empowerment!"

"Let's crank up the intensity for this masquerading freak!"

For the very first time in battle, Lu Wenwu allocated his attribute points.

With a massive stack of 414 free attribute points, Lu Wenwu’s [Constitution] attribute instantly reached a staggering 1661!

Summoned from the blessed land, Maomao transformed into a bizarre, eerie flame, branding itself directly onto the terrifying, demon-mask-like muscles of Lu Wenwu's back.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the violent flames of the Huodu raged furiously.

This was a supreme flame attained only after mastering the technique to near perfection, qualifying one to act on behalf of the God of Fire!

At this moment, the minds of master and pet became one.

Lu Wenwu felt his body reach an unprecedented state of power, as flames and absolute might were perfectly melted into a single crucible.

As this wild explosive force erupted, even the embryonic underworld was nearly scorched through by the searing Huodu flames, leaving burning voids in its wake.

"The power of the sun, grasped within my very hands..."

Enveloped in roaring flames, Lu Wenwu wore a sinister grin as he raised his fist and threw a full-force punch directly into the void.

His entire body's surging blood Qi was pushed to the absolute extreme at this moment.

Blood Qi dragon scales and heavy cannon gauntlets reinforced each other, sending crimson-black divine fire drilling forward like a relentless auger.

The violent shockwave tore through the thick ghostly miura, and a piercing sonic boom pierced clean through the embryonic underworld domain.

Lu Wenwu threw his fist toward the underworld master hiding deep within the shadows.

At this instant, it was as if the Overlord had returned to the world once more!

"Boom!"

The dark-red, heavy fist wrapped in blazing flames arrived in the blink of an eye!

The Lord of the Underworld was still consumed by fury, but this sudden, heaven-shaking punch struck it with profound terror!

"Sinner, how dare you!"

Countless wisps of ghostly energy instantly transformed into a barrier blocking its path.

Yet, before this punch that felt as though it carried the spirit of an invincible overlord, the barrier appeared utterly pale and fragile.

The ghostly energy barriers—which would have been an insurmountable chasm to ordinary players—shattered layer by layer, utterly powerless to block the path of Lu Wenwu's peak-condition punch.

In mid-air, Lu Wenwu continuously executed explosive steps, driving his already immensely heavy and forceful punch to an absolute extreme.

"This is impossible!"

The expression of the Lord of the Underworld grew increasingly ferocious as it manipulated its countless arms to launch a counterattack.

However, those terrifying-looking ghostly arms were like paper mache in front of Lu Wenwu.

Wherever the Overlord Fist struck, the thick, ash-grey arms shattered inch by inch, nearly burned to absolute nothingness by the raging Huodu flames.

A flash of insight bloomed within Lu Wenwu, as he vaguely comprehended the true essence of the Overlord Fist.

That was the "momentum" belonging to the Overlord!

A momentum that remained peerless under heaven and capable of terrifying a thousand armies, even when cornered at the Wujiang River with no way out!

"You..."

"Boom!"

The Lord of the Underworld seemed as though it wanted to say something more, but the heavy fist, charged to its absolute peak, heavily smashed into its massive head.

The green-faced, fanged evil demon visage was brutally smashed to pieces, while the exceptionally handsome heavenly deity visage was similarly shattered with broken bones and exploding flesh.

All the power and flesh that dared to block this punch were ruthlessly ground to dust by the Overlord's momentum, and further blasted apart by the combat special effects of the heavy cannon gauntlets.

With a single punch, the Lord of the Underworld's health bar of several million points was on the verge of being completely emptied!

Operating at full firepower, the Lord of the Underworld was nearly beaten to death by Lu Wenwu in one blow!

"Wait, why are you so weak?"

Even Lu Wenwu himself was somewhat dazed, the anger in his heart instantly dissipating by more than half.

He had spent points, built up momentum, discarded his combat armor to activate his talent, and even pulled out his trump card Maomao, finally delivering this peak strike amidst a state of near-epiphany.

And you're already about to die from it?

Wait, then what on earth did I waste all that effort for?

If you were this weak, you should have just fucking said so earlier!

Exuding such terrifying pressure earlier, I genuinely thought you were some kind of big shot!

And it turns out to be just this?

Forget being at the peak B-plus tier.

This isn't even as strong as an ordinary B-tier entity!

Looking at the limp Lord of the Underworld sprawled on the ground—having just prepared himself for a desperate, life-or-death battle—Lu Wenwu felt an increasingly subtle and strange emotion.

It seems I once again underestimated the sheer terror of overpowering might.

The Lord of the Underworld had indeed been beaten into critical condition with a single punch.

The Huodu flames continued to scorch its shattered body, emitting continuous sizzling sounds.

The Lord of the Underworld let out painful, agonizing shrieks, struggling as it attempted to get back up and counterattack.

However, all of this was ultimately in futile desperation.

Its near-death state caused even the howling chilling winds and bone-piercing cold to recede significantly.

Adhering strictly to the principle of "when your enemy is sick, you put them in the grave," Lu Wenwu strode forward and unleashed a furious barrage of heavy punches right on its face.

Punch, punch, punch again!

Until Insight or the system popped up with a prompt, the fists could not stop!

Lu Wenwu knew all too well that guaranteed victories are lost by talking too much.

Therefore, not only did he refuse to speak a single word himself, but he also had no intention of giving the underworld master any opportunity to do so either.

The very first thing beaten into a bloody pulp was its mouth.

Outside the sacrificial cabin, the charge of the flesh-and-blood puppets grew increasingly ferocious, yet the ghostly miura shrouding the ghost gathering grounds grew visibly thinner and scarcer.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the clearing of the underworld master's final drop of health, and the final part of its body being pulverized by Lu Wenwu, all the bizarre and eerie phenomena inside the entire cabin seemed to dissipate completely in that instant.

The flesh-and-blood puppets outside also froze instantaneously, collapsing limply to the ground with a rustle, completely still once more.

[You have slain the Pseudo-Glory Immortal Ghost God (Lv. 40)]

[You have completed the Hidden Quest—Ghost Slayer]

[Quest Description: The eerie environment gave birth to a powerful ghostly entity. This creature instinctively sought to devour the spiritual consciousness and beliefs of humanity to evolve into a divine entity, or perhaps a true deity. Fortunately, always staying a step ahead, you completely nipped a world-ending crisis in the bud.]

[You have obtained a Hidden Reward: Soul Crystal (Pure)]

[You have obtained a Special Reward: Mysterious Lucky Bag]

[Your final evaluation has been vastly upgraded]

"It's actually dead..."

Lu Wenwu muttered, feeling a sense of sudden loss, while absentmindedly petting Maomao, who had now exited its empowered state.

Maomao's size had grown even larger than before, completely surpassing the normal physical boundaries of an adult large-breed dog.

Its coat of black-and-gold fur had become even more crystalline and translucent, as if meticulously carved from the finest crystal.