The Investiture: Unlimited Blade Works Nezha-Chapter 373 - 372: Battle with Chao Feng

The towering tidal wave, nearly a hundred meters high and radiating devastating heat, was about to crash down upon Chentang Pass. Li Jing, now utterly hopeless, shut his eyes in despair. Under such a calamity, no one within the city could possibly survive.

"Old Third, it seems our family can only reunite in the underworld now."

Boom!

The thunderous sound snapped Li Jing out of his despair with a jolt.

Opening his eyes, he saw a fiery streak erupt from the seawater in front of the city wall.

A boy, looking no older than sixteen or seventeen, was standing atop the Wind and Fire Wheel, wielding the Fire-tipped Spear. The Red Silk danced around him as an unmatched, arrogant smile graced his face.

"Old Li, what’s with this pitiful state? Didn’t you ever teach me what it means to surrender?!"

Li Jing, perhaps from the steam rising from the sea’s searing heat, felt his eyes moisten slightly at the corners.

"Ne... Nezha."

Nezha had no time to reminisce with Old Li now. His mana surged wildly, transforming him into a fiery spirit. His long hair behind him turned blazing red as it flailed madly in the air. Flames dotted with golden sparks exploded outward around him, forming a massive fire curtain that clashed with the advancing seawater.

"Get back where you came from!"

He thrust his hands forward fiercely, and the all-encompassing fire curtain expanded once more, shoving the monstrous tidal wave back against its momentum.

"It’s the Third Young Master, isn’t it? That’s the Third Young Master!"

"This is wonderful! The Third Young Master isn’t dead; he’s returned! We’re saved!"

Hearing the clamorous cheers below, the corners of Nezha’s mouth lifted into a slight smirk. Being a hero really felt pretty damn good.

He gathered himself, his expression turning serious as he stared into the thick white mist ahead. That Chao Feng was no easy foe.

As fire and water clashed, an endless white mist rose over the sea. Within the mist, two lantern-like crimson lights suddenly pierced through. Chao Feng’s upper form emerged—a creature with the head of a dragon, the beak of a phoenix, and the body and wings of both. The giant beast’s form became visible as it snorted deep breaths.

It didn’t launch an attack immediately. Its blood-red pupils locked straight onto Nezha, some unease evident in its eyes. It was the sharp intuition born of being a top-tier mythical beast.

"Boy, if you take your own life here, this all ends today."

Nezha sneered coldly, pointing the Fire-tipped Spear directly at Chao Feng’s dragon head. "Don’t give me that one-two-three nonsense. Even if your daddy shows up today, you’d still leave with your skin peeled and your tendons pulled out!"

"You insolent brat!"

The massive beast, stretching a full thousand zhang, unleashed a searing Dragon Breath toward Nezha.

Nezha grabbed the Huntian Silk and swung it into a spinning shield before him. As the Dragon Breath struck, the shield burned to tatters.

Unfazed, Nezha gripped the remaining scrap of silk, injected mana into it, and whipped it toward Chao Feng. The diminutive piece of fabric extended dozens of zhang, wrapping tightly around Chao Feng.

Bearing down powerfully, Chao Feng tore through the confines of the silk before lunging forward with its gaping maw aimed straight at Nezha. Mounting the Wind and Fire Wheel, Nezha spun at incredible speed and shot into the sky, Chao Feng giving fierce chase.

If it could devour and refine Nezha, that would be an immense boon for Chao Feng.

Unfortunately for the beast, Nezha anticipated this. Dragging their battlefield to the skies above the East Sea was a deliberate move to avoid collateral damage to Chentang.

As the beast’s jaws loomed behind him, Nezha raised the Qiankun Ring and chanted incantations. The ring, originally half a meter in diameter, abruptly expanded, aligning perfectly with the snapping motion of Chao Feng’s jaws.

The Qiankun Ring let out a mournful screech but managed to absorb the brunt of Chao Feng’s ferocious bite. Standing on the edge of the beast’s maw, Nezha wasted no time. Gathering his breath for a single moment, he blew fiercely into Chao Feng’s mouth.

Golden-red Samadhi Fire, blazing with devastating heat, surged into Chao Feng’s oral cavity.

The mouth of any creature, no matter how powerful, is always a vulnerable spot. Though Chao Feng’s mouth roasted in pain, it reacted quickly. With a guttural roar, it exhaled another torrent of Dragon Breath, countering and repelling the Samadhi Fire streaming toward its throat.

Realizing the deadlock, Nezha flickered through the air, landing atop the dragon head. Without hesitation, he drove the Fire-tipped Spear toward one of Chao Feng’s crimson eyes.

Crackle~

The spear sparked against Chao Feng’s eyelid, accompanied by screeches of friction and the sharp smell of burning.

Damn it, what a crappy spear.

With a flick of his wrist, Nezha discarded the weapon, channeling silver-white energy infused with the Power Dao and Space Dao into his fists. He plunged his fist into the beast’s eyelid, the energy transmitting relentless, high-frequency vibrations that bypassed its defenses and ravaged its eyeball.

The previously stable space began to destabilize and finally shattered under Nezha’s blows. Chao Feng unleashed an agonized scream as dragon blood gushed from its eye, leaving the orb shriveled and useless.

Realizing that its current form was no match for Nezha, Chao Feng’s body surged with dark red energy. The pulse blasted Nezha away into the distance.

With an earth-shaking dragon roar, the colossal beast morphed into a regal, richly dressed young man. The man clutched his injured eye as the remaining crimson, vertical slit glared murderously at Nezha.

"You snot-nosed brat—you really want to provoke my wrath!"

Raising both hands, he summoned the Yu King’s Cauldron overhead. Dark red liquid poured from it, bathing Chao Feng’s wounds in healing warmth. In moments, he returned to peak condition. Grabbing the Qiankun Ring in his hand, he crushed it into fragments.

"You little punk, how many more treasures do you have left?"

Nezha sighed dramatically. Why was everyone so obsessed with his financial situation?

Casually gesturing, another Qiankun Ring materialized in his hand. On closer inspection, its quality even surpassed the previous one.

What could he say? Master Taiyi was quite wealthy.

If it weren’t for all these annoying restrictions, I’d just blow you up with self-destructing magical treasures.

Chao Feng examined the pieces in his hand in disbelief. A spare magical treasure? Sure, that made sense for an immortal. Still, as proud as he was, being humiliated like this left him fuming.

"What good are treasures? You’re dead today, mark my words."

Nezha sneered arrogantly, giving him a thumbs-down.

"I’ll return those words to you!"

Chao Feng didn’t know what this gesture meant, but the emotion behind it was crystal clear!

Without another word, his body turned into black light, lunging at Nezha with a strike—Black Dragon Heart Rend.

But Nezha had grown up surviving the trials of the Witch Clan. What move hadn’t he seen before?

The Fire-tipped Spear slid into his hand and thrust toward Chao Feng’s chest. Black energy clashed violently with crimson, the latter forced several dozen zhang back.

Chao Feng waved his arms, summoning two massive dragons of energy—one water, one fire—that pursued Nezha. Nezha unleashed the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield, enveloping himself as the energy dragons rained down attacks. The red shield shook violently under the combined assault.

The water dragon aside, the fire dragon’s flames were very familiar to Nezha. Nanming Lihuo, flames of the Phoenix Clan. Could this guy have phoenix blood?

"A mutt offspring?"

Chao Feng: ???

"Bastard!"

This, Chao Feng understood perfectly. His already blood-red eyes burned darker with frenzied rage. He poured even more mana into the two energy dragons, striking at Nezha with renewed intensity. Among the Dragon Clan, mixed bloodlines weren’t exactly rare, given the promiscuous nature of dragons. But he, a blend of dragon and phoenix? That was a bloodline feud etched in their very essence.

Nezha didn’t care that he’d struck a nerve. This was a life-and-death battle. Mental attacks were still fair game, weren’t they?