Chapter 32: Immortal Arts Versus True Vigor (Seeking Recommendations)
Chapter 32: Immortal Arts Versus True Vigor (Seeking Recommendations)
"No. . . something's wrong."
Linghu Yang indifferently raised his palm, as if about to pronounce Zhang Jun Ming's death sentence.
But his eyebrows suddenly twitched: "You are too weak, definitely no match for Chunyu. . . Who else is helping you?"
"Indeed. . . this person isn't foolish. It's my turn to appear."
Fang Xi thought for a moment, then turned and ran!
How keen were the five senses of a True Vigor martial master?
Almost the instant Fang Xi moved, Linghu Yang noticed the anomaly and pursued him: "Finally, you've appeared. . . the real big rat!"
Fang Xi's steps never faltered.
After several twists and turns, he arrived in a desolate area.
Before a damaged earthen wall, Linghu Yang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at him with indifference: "Your speed is extremely fast, and your leg techniques are like a snake's. . . It should be a true story of the Red Snake Leg? No. . . the profoundness of your True Force and blood-qi far surpasses that useless Lu She. You must have practiced multiple martial arts. . . What a pity, you're crippled!"
In his view, cultivating third-rate martial arts was equivalent to ruining one's future!
"Enough nonsense!"
Fang Xi rubbed his palms together, and they instantly turned pitch black.
His figure shifted, his back arched like a coiling python, then he suddenly sprang out, unleashing a flurry of continuous palm strikes.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Terrifying palm winds swept out, even containing potent poison!
"The Black Cloud tier of White Cloud Palm?"
Linghu Yang watched this scene and instead smiled: "Once you reach True Vigor, you'll know. . . so-called poisonous arts are utterly meaningless before True Vigor. . ."
He, too, thrust both palms forward, like a peal of thunder.
Bang! Bang!
Their four palms continuously struck, True Force and True Vigor intertwined. . .
Fang Xi immediately realized that the toxins from his palm strikes had entered Linghu Yang's body, but they had no effect whatsoever on him.
Not only that, the opponent's True Vigor struck like a torrential downpour, permeating everything.
His own True Force and blood-qi were utterly defeated in a short span of time!
"What a shame. . ."
Even amidst their fierce exchange, Linghu Yang could still speak: "The profoundness of your blood-qi surpasses even my own when I was a martial artist. Perhaps it's due to innate talent, but cultivating third-rate martial arts means you're destined to be inferior to me!"
As his words fell, Linghu Yang's speed suddenly surged!
Yuan He Mountain's secret technique — Thunderbolt Step!
He appeared beside Fang Xi, his palm like a divine weapon, reaching for Fang Xi's waist.
At this moment, even if Fang Xi noticed, he had lost the initiative, his fingers still a foot away from the opponent's palm!
Thwack!
A miraculous scene unfolded!
Linghu Yang was struck by a heavy blow and swiftly retreated.
"This is. . ."
He raised his hand and looked at his palm, seeing a red mark there, almost bleeding.
"This is my secret technique — Innate Formless Sword Qi!"
Fang Xi replied loudly, yet grumbling to himself: "As expected of a body cultivator equivalent to Qi Refinement middle-stage. This physique is quite formidable; my spirit farmer's weed-clearing spell almost couldn't break through his defense. . ."
Linghu Yang was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "You're trying to deceive me! Do you think you're a True Vigor Martial Saint, capable of harming others with True Vigor leaving your body? If you were a Grandmaster, I would have already died. . ."
"You're right!"
Fang Xi nodded, again confirming there were no living people around: "Then. . . it's time for me to go all out!"
"All out?"
Linghu Yang was a bit confused.
After all, their earlier exchange had already confirmed that the opponent was only at the True Force martial artist level.
Perhaps outstanding within that level, even surpassing a section's true value, but definitely no match for him!
In a life-or-death battle, one cannot conceal their strength!
However, the next moment, he saw Fang Xi opposite him, like a charlatan, pull out a yellow talisman, and then. . . tear it? !
CRACK!
Suddenly, a terrifying chill descended.
Linghu Yang's face was filled with shock. He was about to dodge but found that his legs had, at some unknown point, become covered in a layer of ice, sticking him firmly to the ground.
"Take this palm!"
Fang Xi roared, unleashing a full-power palm strike.
Linghu Yang traced a circle with his hands, focusing his defense, when suddenly his martial artist's intuition sensed extreme danger. A sound like tearing bones came from his neck, and he snapped his head to the side.
Thwack!
A dark light ambushed him from behind, narrowly avoiding a vital spot but slashing a large gash on his shoulder.
"This. . . this is. . ."
Linghu Yang paid no attention to his injury. He gazed at the Green Reaping Sword hovering beside Fang Xi, his expression filled with utter shock: "This. . . how is this possible?"
Martial artists in this world simply could not cultivate immortality.
To everyone, immortals were merely characters in fictional stories.
But at this moment, he seemed to have seen a true "Sword Immortal"!
Linghu Yang's expression suddenly turned fanatical: "There seems to be no enmity between us. You came to find me probably to leave the city. . . I have a way. I can teach you, and we can leave together, as long as you tell me what all this truly is about?"
"Leave the city?"
Fang Xi chuckled. However, from an ordinary person's perspective, considering Linghu Yang had just announced a way to leave the city, and then Yuan He Mountain was attacked, it was indeed easy to connect the two.
"No. . . I'm just here for your martial arts. " He shook his head.
"As long as you teach me your method of controlling a flying sword, I will offer the Yuan He Five Thunder Hand with both hands!"
Linghu Yang replied without hesitation.
This was a truly ruthless individual. For greater gains, so-called sect allegiances, secret traditions. . . he dismissed them without a second thought.
"No need, I will naturally obtain the information I desire."
Fang Xi looked at Linghu Yang, then suddenly frowned: "Your injuries. . . they're healing rather quickly."
Linghu Yang fell silent for a moment, then casually ripped apart his long robe.
On his bare chest, there were indeed black, tadpole-like runes, now swirling around his wound, like a seal.
Within the black rune seal, the gash on his shoulder was rapidly healing.
"Curse-bound person?"
Fang Xi furrowed his brows: "No. . . you can even slightly utilize demonic curse power?"
"Demonic curse power. . . it transcends martial arts power. Mortals can hardly grasp it, unless they use a large amount of a martial artist's essence blood to temporarily suppress it. This is also a secret art of my Yuan He Mountain!"
Linghu Yang pulled out a small bottle and swallowed all the brown essence blood within, his face gaining a deeper crimson hue: "This is the way to leave the city. . . The Demonic Tree only blocks ordinary people, but it won't intentionally block its own kind. . . As long as we transform into conscious demons, we can naturally escape!"
"So you've been extensively capturing martial artists just to refine their essence blood? To suppress the curse power within you? " Fang Xi's left hand slipped into his sleeve, secretly gripping something: "What about that Jiao Wu Chang who ambushed me?"
"He's dead. . . After all, there's been too little essence blood recently, and I can feel the Demonic Tree gradually encroaching upon my consciousness. . . " Linghu Yang smiled: "How about it? I've avenged you, haven't I? Can this be the basis for our cooperation?"
"You are indeed even more cold-blooded than I am! And you have no bottom line! " Fang Xi's expression returned to calm: "Unfortunately, when I came to this world, I once swore an oath to fight the most ruthless individuals, and you are quite suitable!"
"That is truly regrettable!"
The curse marks on Linghu Yang's chest spread rapidly, soon covering his entire body.
Suddenly!
The earth behind Fang Xi exploded, and roots, like spear tips, burst forth in a dense volley!
This was a power Linghu Yang gained after turning into a half-demon!
If it were an ordinary True Vigor martial master, they might suffer a great loss if caught off guard!
But Fang Xi had been guarding against Linghu Yang all along!
Clank clank clank!
The Earth Spear Formation thrust towards Fang Xi's back, piercing his clothes, but then it was firmly blocked by a layer of golden light, unable to advance an inch!
In Fang Xi's hand, a talisman was rapidly depleting.
—Goldenlight Cover Talisman!
"You always surprise me! " Linghu Yang looked at the golden light, deep in thought.
Fang Xi, at this moment, extended a finger.
Whoosh!
The Green Reaping Sword transformed into a green beam of light, piercing out like a bolt of silk.
"Secret Technique: Five Thunders Annihilation!"
Linghu Yang roared, sparks of electricity seemingly flaring between his hands, like lightning and flint, as he snapped them together in the middle, actually seizing the sword's edge!
A terrifying burst of True Vigor caused the Green Reaping Sword to let out mournful cries.
"Damn, body cultivators are troublesome!"
Fang Xi could see that the Green Reaping Sword had torn through Linghu Yang's flesh but was firmly stuck by the bone, unable to advance an inch.
The opponent's True Vigor even formed rings of threads, like a silkworm's cocoon, trying to sever his connection with the Green Reaping Sword.
"If this person were born in the South Barrens Cultivation World, he might truly forge a great career!"
Watching this scene, Fang Xi sighed with emotion, but his resolve to kill only grew stronger.
He shook his right hand, revealing another talisman he had kept as a trump card.
The surface of this talisman flickered with sparks, flowing like lightning.
The moment it appeared, it exuded a terrifying aura.
First-order mid-grade — Little Thunder Talisman!
"Go!"
Fang Xi injected his magic power into the talisman, pointing it at Linghu Yang.
RUMBLE!
Thunder erupted from flat ground!
A green bolt of lightning appeared, carrying terrifying power, instantly striking Linghu Yang, charring his entire body black and causing him to shriek miserably. He had clearly suffered extremely severe injuries.
"The Little Thunder Talisman is not only a first-order mid-grade talisman, but it's also lightning-attributed. It might have a special bonus against demons!"
Seeing this, Fang Xi was deep in thought, his movements swift: "Go!"
The unhindered Green Reaping Sword moved freely, and in an instant, it severed Linghu Yang's hands and feet.
"Ah!"
The man shrieked once, then completely lost consciousness.
Fang Xi went over to examine him, and saw that at the site of the injuries, faint flesh buds were still emerging, and black, tadpole-like runes stubbornly continued to heal his wounds, preserving his last shred of life!
"This demonic curse power is truly remarkable."
After a sigh of emotion, Fang Xi grabbed Linghu Yang, who had been reduced to a limbless torso, and swiftly departed.
He needed to find a safe place to slowly interrogate him using the 'Soul Confusion Art'.
This man had gone completely deranged in his desire to escape the city, even harming martial artists from his own side.
Fang Xi would not feel the slightest psychological burden regardless of how he dealt with him.
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