Yaksha was furious . He only had one Crimson Fruit, as it was a treasure from a king spirit tree that could only provide one with each harvest . That harvest took one-hundred-thousand years to grow . He wouldn't be able to receive another one quite so easily .
But while Yaksha was angry, he was not in panic mode yet .
The Crimson Fruit may not have entered the door, but its appearance had still distracted Xiang Yin quite a bit . She looked to be at the end of her tether, and taking that last step seemed out of her reach .
Han Sen had been grievously injured, but he had come back alone . The super creatures were still on his trail, so it was something that was in Yaksha's favor .
And so, Yaksha decided to attack Han Sen . He thought it was about time Han Sen got a pummeling, and he very much wanted to see him writhing in agony when the posse of super creatures also caught up .
But all of a sudden, Han Sen blazed with a bright white light . His hair turned white and flowed down to his feet . His eyes turned as white as his gleaming, ivory armor .
Pat!
Han Sen clicked his fingers and turned the entire cavern into one coinstorm cloud . Coins manifested in the air and dropped from every inch of that place . The creatures that sought to catch up with Han Sen were immediately suppressed and brought to the ground .
Yaksha's body was pumping with pure, unbridled hatred and rage . He swung his lethal nails around to slice the coins .
But unlike before, Han Sen did not keenly evade Yaksha . All he did was raise the corner of his lips . In his ordinary form, Han Sen was too weak to block Yaksha's attacks; that's why he had to focus on evasion .
Now things were different . Although Yaksha's speed was still greater, super king spirit made Han Sen stronger .
What's more, between all that was going on, Yaksha's mind was screaming .
Pang!
Yaksha's nails were about to descend on Han Sen, but he did not move until they were about to skewer his eyeballs . And that move was to grab Yaksha by the waist and prevent him from being able to move .
"How?!" Green, pulsating veins scrawled over Yaksha's arms . Try as he might to resist, he could not move or free himself .
Han Sen's hands were like chains, tying up his waist .
"You are right; you are dead!" Han Sen said, just as his white light grew in intensity .
Han Sen's grip on Yaksha tightened, as the madman flailed in hopeless resistance .
Yaksha tried using his nails to slice Han Sen's belly . He was fast that not even light itself would have been able to dodge .
But Yaksha's failing was his anger, and how he screamed on the inside . Han Sen knew exactly what was going through his mind, and he knew what to do .
Pang!
Han Sen threw his other fist to repel Yaksha's incoming nailstrike . There was so much power in that parry, it broke every finger on Yaksha's hand . They all bent backwards like broken twigs .
But the fist didn't just stop there . Han Sen's fist continued going forward right into Yaksha's face .
Pang!
Yaksha wanted to scream, but he couldn't after that . His lips and jaw had been shattered and smashed . They were twisted and ruined so much that Yaksha could barely control his mouth . His body leaned back .
His other arm was still held by Han Sen, and now, Han Sen gave it a tug .
Han Sen pulled Yaksha forward and delivered another punch .
Yaksha's skull cracked, and the force of that second punch sent a shockwave through the cavern .
Pang! Pang! Pang!
Yaksha would take a punch, fall back limply, then be tugged forward only to be hit again . This process repeated again and again . Eventually, one of Yaksha's eyeballs fell out of its socket . He no longer looked human .
Yaksha's speed was useless against Han Sen in such a state . His brain had been rattled too much, his mind was a mish-mash of displaced thoughts that scrambled to gather cohesion .
Han Sen, seeing Yaksha was on the razor's edge between life and death, let him go . And then, with both fists, planned to give him one last brutal hit .
Alu Alu Alu!
Han Sen suddenly screamed like Xie Qing King . The last hit he sought to deliver turned to a great many, and he punched like a nutter . Over and over he threw his fists, with each one making him feel better than before .
All of Yaksha's bones had been broken, and eventually, his meat and skin were little more than a crumpled sack to contain a collapsing skeleton .
Yaksha squealed like a dying pig, and in his final moments, Han Sen moved forward to pick him up .
The creatures that sought to attack Han Sen stopped, not wanting to meddle with such a frightening foe .
The creatures weren't exactly co-operating; they were all competing for the meat . So, it was not like they could rely on each other to take on Han Sen in unison .
Han Sen's murderous and intimidating presence stopped anyone or anything from harboring thoughts of potentially trying to attack or kill him .
"Haha!" Yaksha, he who had been brutally beaten like so, suddenly laughed .
"What are you laughing at?" Han Sen asked as he grabbed him by the loose and torn garments that still hung from Yaksha .
"My spirit stone is not here, you fool! I'll respawn, should you kill me . And Xiang Yin? She's going to die . You were unable to save her . I may not have won, but you still lost . Isn't that so sad? Haha!" Yaksha continued to laugh, as his other eyeball dropped from its socket . He actually seemed very happy .
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