Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 148 : A Blaze Without Fear

The eyes of the demon had awakened, burning with violent resolve and ready to slay anyone foolish enough to stand in his way. And who else could it be but Wen Ran? He was already furious with the system for toying with him, and now this...

The frustration that had built within him needed an outlet, and what better way to vent than by cracking some bones?

The skeletons howled in retaliation, their cries shrill and piercing. The sound was like a twisted symphony of wailing sirens mixed with the reverberating howl of the wind, a haunting melody that seemed to crawl directly into his skull. Wen Ran's vision blurred for a moment, dizziness threatening to overwhelm him.

Damn it... he cursed, forcing himself to shut off his hearing by manipulating his spiritual energy.

They're more troublesome than I thought… His expression darkened. I'll have to rely on my instincts alone… but that will cost me time... and I only have eight days to return to my master and craft the pill.

His mind urged him to worry, but Wen Ran crushed the thought before it could take root.

I can't let doubt get a hold of me... or this will be the true end of my journey. If my heart falters, if my resolve weakens... my path as a cultivator will crumble. I have no choice but to believe in myself.

His sword moved with the rhythm of his heart — swift and unwavering. Each swing carved through the air with unyielding force, and every jab carried the weight of his undying resolve.

But these bones were tougher than expected. Each time his blade connected, cracks formed only to seal themselves almost instantly, as if the skeletons refused to stay down. Despite his strength, Wen Ran found himself steadily losing ground.

Even if I wanted to flee now, I'd have to pay a heavy price… he thought bitterly. So I have no choice but to keep pushing forward.

I regret not having any fire or ice techniques right now…

He cursed in his mind as he blocked yet another strike, his muscles aching with exertion.

But what I do have… is experience.

His gaze sharpened as an idea formed. Wen Ran knew how to manipulate spiritual energy with precision, and if he was bold enough... he might just be able to forge something useful.

This is a gamble… but…

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With each swing of his sword, Wen Ran exhaled sharply. With each block, he shifted his stance, adjusting his posture with perfect precision. His mind raced, weaving together a technique he had never attempted before.

He forced his meridians to adapt, channeling fiery energy that his body had never cultivated before. The unstable power surged through him, wild and unrefined, yet Wen Ran wrestled it into shape. Slowly, a flicker of flame appeared in his palm — a small, concentrated ember that crackled with unstable power.

It's hard to control like this... Wen Ran grimaced. I can guide fire through my body, but concentrating it like this... even with my past life's experience, this could kill me if I'm not careful. But right now... I have no choice.

Now... bloom, fire!

Wen Ran roared in his mind, and the ember roared to life. Flames twisted and coiled around his palm, forming a glove of flickering fire that danced violently along his fingers.

Before he could steady his breath, one of the skeletons lunged forward, its icy blade slicing through the air — aimed directly at Wen Ran's chest.

With no time to think, Wen Ran thrust his burning palm forward.

The concentrated flame burst outward in a series of rapid explosions. The air rippled with powerful Paw! Paw! Paw! sounds as the blasts crashed into the skeleton. The force flung the creature backward, the scorching heat searing through its frozen bones. The blue-gray flame that pulsed in its chest flickered weakly — then shattered on impact.

The skeleton collapsed into a lifeless heap. Its bones lay still, no longer guided by the cold fire that once powered it.

Wen Ran smirked. Nice… this is the best I can do right now. But with practice… I can forge something far more powerful...

He shifted his gaze back to the remaining skeletons, his breathing heavy and his chest heaving with exhaustion.

Suddenly, his blood-colored sword erupted in flames, crimson fire wrapping around the blade like a serpent dancing in fury. At the same time, the flames on his palm flared brighter, their intensity feeding off the chaotic energy swirling inside him.

Wen Ran clenched his teeth, forcing his breath to steady. His body trembled, and sweat streamed down his face, but he refused to break his concentration.

I can't lose my rhythm now… not when I'm just getting started.

Wen Ran moved like a true expert, his body weaving through the battlefield with flawless precision. Each step was measured, his footing steady despite the unstable snow beneath him. Every dodge flowed seamlessly into a counterattack — a deadly rhythm of evasion and retaliation.

His sword, now wrapped in searing fire, struck with pinpoint accuracy. Each time his blade connected, it found its mark — plunging straight into the blue-gray flames that burned at the heart of the skeletal horde. With every precise strike, another skeleton fell.

But Wen Ran didn't rely on his sword alone. With his left palm, he unleashed powerful bursts of fire energy, each one detonating with enough force to send enemies hurtling through the air like shattered dolls. The entire battle became a relentless game of dodging and striking, an endless exchange of movement and destruction.

When it seemed as though one of the skeletal warriors would strike him down, Wen Ran displayed yet another layer of mastery. He infused his feet with ice energy, turning the snow beneath him into a slick surface that allowed him to glide effortlessly through the battlefield. His body twisted and slid past incoming attacks, cutting through the snowy terrain with terrifying speed.

How was someone capable of creating techniques like this on the spot, you may ask?

Well, only Wen Ran could.

With over 5000 years of experience in his past life and being the first human to successfully condense spiritual energy into Qi attacks, Wen Ran's mastery over spiritual control was unmatched. He could manipulate any energy he came into contact with — so long as he understood its basic properties. Even if the process was unstable, even if there was a risk of it backfiring, Wen Ran didn't hesitate.

He was a madman.

He wasn't afraid to gamble with his own limbs or risk permanent injury if it meant claiming victory.

That was why, right now, he was tearing through the skeletal horde with ruthless efficiency. Flames roared across the battlefield, melting the snow and scorching the icy ground as his blazing sword carved a path of destruction.

Skeletons fell one after another, their cold flames snuffed out beneath the firestorm Wen Ran had unleashed. The once-frozen clearing now sizzled with heat, steam rising from the melted snow as the icy battlefield became a smoldering graveyard.