strictlysupreme Chapter 66 Great Demon
Chapter 66 Great Demon
Foxface gritted his teeth, used his left hand to support himself on the arena floor, and slowly stood up.
He looked down at his bleeding right hand, and forced a dry laugh from deep in his throat, like two pieces of dry bone being forcibly ground together by something.
At the same time, a very faint dark gold pattern appeared on his head. The pattern was misty and seeped out from deep within his skin, carrying an indescribable ancient aura.
Unlike the golden patterns on Quan Feng's body, and also unlike his fist stance.
On the viewing platform, Duanmu Hong, who had been leaning back in his armchair, leaned forward slightly, his fingers pausing on the lid of a celadon teacup.
The half-cooled tea in the teacup rippled slightly without any wind.
In the corner of the stands, Quan Feng stopped chewing on a foxtail grass.
He squinted at the pale face on the arena, then turned his head and asked the butler in a low voice, "Is this a demon descendant?"
The butler slowly shook his head: "It doesn't seem like a bloodline awakening; the aura is off."
"It's more like the true form of a demonic beast."
The fox-faced creature raised its head.
In those glass-bead-like eyes, the pupils were contracting at a visible speed, changing from light gray to a slit of vertical pupils.
His aura suddenly surged.
A power that is older, more primitive, and closer to the monster itself.
The strength and speed of his attack were more than doubled compared to before. The cracked rammed earth beneath his feet was not shattered by the force he exerted, but rather bounced off on its own when it came into contact with the dark golden mist emanating from his body.
Duanmu Hong gently placed the teacup on the armrest.
He tapped the armrest very lightly with his right index finger, creating an invisible tension in the air, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap out at any moment.
The fox-faced creature moved without any warning.
His right fist slammed into Lin Mu's chest, so fast that the sound that exploded in the air was not the sound of wind breaking, but an extremely deep and muffled sonic boom.
Lin Mu retreated with a sudden gust of wind, his fist grazing past his chest, the air membrane vibrating and buzzing where the fist struck.
The fox-faced man followed with his left hand, his five fingers slightly bent into a claw shape, unlike any style of human boxing.
If I had to describe it, it's more like the instinctive biting of a monster when it pounces on its prey, targeting vital areas like the throat, ribs, and lower back.
His knees, elbows, and even his forehead became weapons; every strike was merciless, every strike aimed at killing his opponent.
Lin Mu took a punch and stepped back, barely managing to steady himself amidst the storm of attacks. On his fifth step back, his back slammed into the railing of the ring.
Foxface's fist had already struck his face, but he turned his head to dodge, the fist grazing the edge of the mask, the bull horns on the mask being shredded by the force of the punch.
Foxface changed his move so quickly that he didn't give him any chance to breathe. He lowered his right shoulder and slammed his shoulder into the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest. The dark golden mist exploded the moment it touched the air membrane, shattering several layers of the spiraling force on the surface of the air membrane.
Lin Mu groaned, the remaining dark gold mist in his body causing his meridians to swell slightly.
He was gathering his strength.
His punches come out at a rate of about one out of twenty. Since the fox mask activated the dark gold patterns, he has blocked eighteen punches.
Each punch was depleting his reserves of internal energy, and the bruises on his arms had merged into one large patch.
The nineteenth punch: Foxface unleashed his right fist, aiming straight for the throat, with dark golden mist condensing into a fist shadow on the tip of his fist.
Lin Mu stomped his left foot on the ground and went to meet him.
The short-range power generation of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, the entanglement of the Dragon-Entangling Hand, and the secondary power generation of the Stele-Breaking Hand.
A very faint golden hue appeared on the surface of his fist. Under the blazing sunlight, that golden hue was almost completely swallowed up, and his fist power suddenly surged.
The two fists collided, and the dark golden mist and golden fist energy exploded into a visible ripple. The dust on the arena was stirred up by the shockwave, and Lin Mu's surging and explosive dark energy poured into Fox Face's body, wantonly destroying his meridians.
Foxface's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his back smashing through the flagpole of the arena, and he rolled several times among the splinters of wood before coming to a stop.
He lay motionless on the ground, the dark golden mist around him dissipating at a visible speed, revealing the pale body of the boy beneath.
Breathing is very faint, but still.
Suddenly, the boy's body trembled violently, as if something was about to burst out of his body.
His back was hunched, his head tilted back, his mouth open, and a dark golden phantom emerged from his throat.
A phantom image emerged simultaneously from his mouth, nose, ear canals, and eye sockets, coalescing into a massive, sky-covering silhouette above the arena.
Snake-like body, scales, vertical pupils.
Those vertical pupils slowly rotated, looking down upon all living beings.
"Who killed my avatar?" The voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to resonate directly in one's mind.
Several martial artists who had just entered the Ming Jin realm fainted on the spot.
A figure appeared on the arena without warning.
Plain face and black robe, Duanmu Hong.
He stood between Lin Mu and the illusory figure, his robes remaining perfectly still amidst the turbulent air currents emanating from the figure.
He loosely clenched his right hand.
An invisible suction force appeared in the air, collapsing inward from the center of his palm.
The rammed earth debris, broken wood chips, and even the dust suspended in the air on the arena all tilted toward his palm at the same instant.
The outline of the dark golden phantom suddenly twisted, as if it were being gripped by the neck by an invisible hand and being pulled down inch by inch from above the arena.
The phantom struggled more and more violently, its dark golden snake tail whipping wildly through the air, each whip accompanied by a sharp hiss.
The flags on the training ground were all jolted taut by the sound, and several martial artists with internal strength were pushed a few steps.
The serpentine phantom's vertical pupils suddenly locked onto Duanmu Hong, two cold flames igniting within its dark golden irises.
A very thin beam of dark gold light shot out from the vertical pupil, heading straight for Duanmu Hong's brow.
Wherever the light passed, a visible scorch mark was burned into the air, and the temperature on the ring soared to a suffocating level in an instant.
Duanmu Hong raised his left hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and a very thin layer of blue light appeared in his palm.
The light was extremely faint and transparent, so thin that its edges were almost invisible, like a film of water that seemed to condense out of thin air.
The dark golden light struck the blue light wall, but instead of exploding or making a loud noise, it pierced through the ice like a red-hot iron rod, silently and imperceptibly.
Halfway through the drill, it was enveloped, tightened, and crushed by a bluish light.
Shattered pieces of dark gold fell from the blue-light wall, burning into white smoke in mid-air.
"A mere wisp of demonic soul dares to be so insolent before me."
He hid his trembling hands and said sternly.
As Lin Mu focused intently on the battle, a burning sensation ran through his mind. The myriad methods of martial arts were rapidly deducing, imprinting into Lin Mu's martial arts memory the path of Duanmu Hong's inner energy when he struck, the way the Azure Light Wall condensed, and the transformation of force when resisting the demon soul's attack.
Due to the limitations of my understanding, I only have a vague feeling.
[Azure Light, Core Formation Realm 1/10000, should it be replicated?]