Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

With unwavering focus, Wang Hao launched himself forward, his movements swift and precise.

He initiated the battle with the Thunderstrike Fist, a devastating punch that carried the weight of thunder without relying on any elemental force.

The impact of his strike reverberated through the air, causing shockwaves to ripple across the battlefield.

Celia, empowered by the Storm Devil God Fury, tapped into the chaotic forces of the storm.

She conjured a cyclone of demonic wind that spiralled around her, augmenting her speed and agility.

In response to Wang Hao’s Thunderstrike Fist, she retaliated with the Tempest Surge, unleashing a barrage of lightning-fast punches infused with the powers of demonic wind, water, and lightning.

Wang Hao’s instincts and honed reflexes allowed him to evade Celia’s onslaught with remarkable agility.

He seamlessly transitioned between offense and defense, his fists moving with blinding speed. He countered Celia’s Tempest Surge with the Ironclad Fist, channeling an impenetrable defense that nullified her attacks.

As the battle intensified, both combatants showcased their exceptional prowess.

Wang Hao executed the Phoenix Rising Fist, a technique that imbued his strikes with the resilience and grace of the mythical bird.

His fists became a blur of motion, evading Celia’s attacks while launching precise and powerful counterattacks.

Celia, refusing to yield, harnessed the tempestuous forces at her disposal.

She unleashed the Wrath of the Tempest Fist, a devastating combination of wind, water, and lightning that surged toward Wang Hao with unstoppable force.

The raw power of her attacks threatened to overwhelm him.

But Wang Hao had one last technique up his sleeve, the Sovereign’s Fist.

Drawing upon his indomitable will and unyielding determination, he channeled his energy into a single, monumental strike.

His fist connected with Celia’s defenses, shattering them, and sending shockwaves of energy rippling through her body.

Celia staggered backward, her confidence waning as the impact of Wang Hao’s Sovereign’s Fist reverberated through her being.

Sensing an opportunity, Wang Hao pressed forward, his fists striking with unwavering precision.

He unleashed a flurry of punches, each one carrying the weight of his unwavering resolve.

Finally, Wang Hao delivered the decisive blow, his fist connecting with Celia’s body with earth-shattering force.

The impact sent her crashing to the ground, defeated and powerless against his overwhelming strength.

It was at this moment that her energy began to plummet as her forbidden technique lost its power.

Celia never expected that even after utilizing this forbidden technique, she would lose to Wang Hao within five minutes.

Well, the reason was because she had lost too much blood during her battle against Wang Jian and could no longer sustain the power of her forbidden technique.

The battlefield fell silent as the dust settled. Wang Hao stood tall, his aura radiating with the triumph of his victory.

The cheers of his allies filled the air, acknowledging his indomitable spirit and unwavering dedication to his cause.

With Celia’s defeat, Wang Hao’s focus remained unyielding, his determination driving him forward. Without a moment’s respite, his piercing gaze locked onto his next adversary: Tristan.

Tristan, engaged in a fierce battle against Wang Ying and Elder Hua moments before, found himself momentarily frozen in awe as Celia fell.

Sensing the shift in the tides, his muscles tensed, readying himself for what lay ahead.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Hao vanished from his original position, leaving no trace of his movement. His body blurred with incredible speed as he closed the distance between himself and Tristan, his fist primed to deliver a cataclysmic blow.

The anticipation hung thick in the air as Wang Hao’s fist sailed through the atmosphere, propelled by an amalgamation of his honed strength and unwavering resolve.

The sheer force behind the punch reverberated like thunder, leaving no doubt as to its devastating potential.

Tristan’s eyes widened, his instincts screaming at him to react, but it was too late.

The impact landed with earth-shattering might, unleashing a shockwave that rippled through the surroundings.

Tristan’s body became an unwilling projectile, propelled through the air with bone-jarring force.

As Tristan hurtled through the battlefield, time seemed to stand still.

The expressions of the onlookers morphed from awe to disbelief, their eyes struggling to comprehend the sheer might of Wang Hao’s assault.

Tristan crashed onto the unforgiving ground, a testament to the overwhelming power behind Wang Hao’s punch.

The earth quivered beneath the impact, the ground trembling beneath the weight of the clash.

As the reverberations of their mighty clash subsided, a profound stillness descended upon the battlefield, a haunting calm pregnant with anticipation.

But the tranquillity proved fleeting, shattered by an exultant surge of cheers that erupted from the ranks of Wang Hao’s fiercely loyal faction.

Their jubilant voices resounded with unwavering pride, a testament to their unyielding faith in their indomitable leader.

In the aftermath of the tumultuous battle, Wang Hao alone discerned the conspicuous absence of Tristan’s prone figure.

A somber expression etched itself upon his countenance as he meticulously scanned the surroundings in search of his enigmatic adversary.

Despite extending his senses to the outermost limits, Wang Hao’s relentless pursuit yielded no trace of the elusive Tristan.

Engulfed in whispered contemplation, Wang Hao murmured to himself, his voice a mere breath carried on the wind, “This demon possesses an elusive prowess in concealment. But to what realm has he vanished? Is he fleeing?”

If indeed, Tristan had chosen the path of flight, a surge of relief would wash over Wang Hao, freeing him to focus his energies solely on eradicating the remnants of the demonic horde, hastening the resolution of this perilous encounter.

Yet, in a fleeting moment, an intangible shift in the atmosphere seized Wang Hao’s attention. His head snapped around with instinctual swiftness, and there, before his discerning eyes, lay a startling revelation—Celia’s lifeless form had vanished without a trace.

A guttural shriek, piercing and harrowing, shattered the lingering silence, capturing the undivided attention of all present on the battlefield.

As the echoes of the haunting cry reverberated, the demons, humans, and beasts alike beheld a chilling sight—the malevolent Tristan, his grip vice-like around Celia’s delicate throat, while his other hand delved deep into her chest, seizing her heart with an ironclad grip.

Whispering incantations steeped in the ancient and forbidden, Tristan’s being became suffused with a tempestuous elemental aura, reminiscent of the very Storm Devil God Fury that coursed through Celia’s veins.

However, Tristan’s utilization of the Storm Devil God Fury diverged from Celia’s sacrificial act.

Within his malevolent mind, a twisted scheme took shape.

Rather than obliterating his own heart and willingly diminishing his cultivation realm, Tristan harbored a sinister desire—to shatter Celia’s heart, coveting the unfettered might of the pure Storm Devil God Fury. ．𝐞𝘁

Moreover, his vile design extended to absorbing Celia’s life force, a desperate measure to counteract the grievous repercussions that plagued wielders of this dread power, including the degradation of their cultivation base.

The life force also helped facilitate his own regeneration.

Yet, this perilous path was not without its formidable price.

Once the torrent of power dissipated from his frame, Tristan would be left ravaged and mangled, a testament to the brutal toll exacted upon both body and soul.

Even his vaunted regeneration skill, renowned for its vitality, would be drained of its life force, its efficacy impeded for a protracted duration, spanning days or, perchance, even months.

It was this very apprehension that had deterred Tristan from employing this devastating technique against Wang Jian during their fateful confrontation.

Back then, he had deemed Wang Jian’s might to slightly eclipse his own, acknowledging the severe risks associated with invoking the Storm Devil God Fury.

The small difference between their strengths had dissuaded him from pursuing such a hazardous course.

But now, facing the indomitable Wang Hao, the calculus shifted irrevocably.

Tristan grasped with unyielding certainty that without harnessing this forbidden power, his fate was all but sealed, his demise an inescapable conclusion in the face of this unparalleled adversary.

Wang Hao showed a rather grave expression as he had to focus with all his might to suppress those murderous thoughts in his head while gazing at Tristan.

Tristan’s current strength and aura felt so powerful that Wang Hao could sense that this battle would be significantly tougher than his battle against Celia.

Adding to his problems, his mind seemed as though it was on the brink of losing control of itself to those primal instincts of fighting.

Realizing that he didn’t have much time, Wang Hao launched his strongest technique from the start. The Dance of Hundred Armaments.

In a fluid motion, he extends his arms towards the sky, and a myriad of weapons materializes in the air above him.

Swords, maces, sabers, blades, staffs, lances, glaives, spears, and arrows float weightlessly, suspended by an unseen force.

Each weapon gleams with an ethereal light, reflecting the fierce determination in Wang Hao’s eyes.

With a swift, sweeping motion of his hands, he orchestrates the assault, commanding the arsenal of weapons to descend upon his adversary, Tristan.

In response, Tristan releases a surge of intense storm elemental qi, surrounding himself with crackling electricity and gales of wind.

His eyes fixate upon the incoming storm of weapons, his expression turning into an excited smile.

Without moving from his spot, he stands defiantly, as if inviting the challenge, eager to test the resilience of his Storm Devil God Fury’s form against this formidable attack.

Meanwhile, Wang Hao also moved from his spot while utilizing his ultimate fist technique known as the Warstrike Fist Barrage.

This technique tapped into the primal essence of the War God.

Wang Hao’s body became a blur as he unleashed a relentless onslaught of rapid punches, striking with unrivalled precision and speed.