My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences - Chapter 116
- My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences
- Chapter 116 - What Kind of a Monster Are You?
A novel by the same Author of Reaper of the Drifting Moon and the same universe:
116 What Kind of a Monster Are You?
A blizzard suddenly swept through the mountain forest, and the strong wind lifted up the thick snow.
The dust-covered frozen earth was completely lifted. On the ice-cold ground, a several-meter-long and one-inch-deep sword crack appeared. It was a ghastly sight.
As for Cai Jiulou, he was standing in front of Qin Huai. The long sword in his hand stopped in front of the latter, and his sure-kill attack didn’t proceed. Or perhaps Qin Huai’s move, which wasn’t a move at all, blocked it.
The tip of the knife was only an inch away from Qin Huai’s clothes, but he couldn’t move an inch. The killing intent in his eyes turned into shock, and finally into a dispirited look.
“I’ve lost …”
He slowly removed his waist tag with his left hand, and Qin Huai, who was opposite him, also let go.
“I was one step behind, and you caught me.” Cai Jiulou laughed bitterly. “Not bad. I almost fell for it.”
Qin Huai was expressionless and calm as he said, “Yes, this is a move I’ve been painstakingly studying for more than a year.”
The bitter smile on Cai Jiulou’s face suddenly turned into a pained smile. He couldn’t hold back his last bit of dignity.
“What kind of monster are you?! You can even block this!” he cursed.
He really couldn’t take it anymore. This was his ultimate move, a sure-kill move that had once killed a fourth refinement demon. Yet, it was blocked by Qin Huai so easily by putting his hands together?
Qin Huai’s hands didn’t even tremble. There was clearly no pressure at all!
“What kind of monster are you?! This is only Pingnan City. How did a bastard like Reihom appear first, and now a dog like you?!” Cai Jiulou cursed as he walked away with his sword.
“Ding! You have collected a [Mountain Splitting Blade Technique Essence (Blue)], [Mountain Splitting Blade Technique] Experience +777!”
Qin Huai kept his experience, and some memories of training his sword techniques appeared in his mind.
Then, he turned around and continued to walk slowly in circles toward the center of the forest.
The top ten of the eight martial roll… That was all. Qin Huai had only activated his boiling blood and used the fourth refinement of the long breath technique to take down Cai Jiulou easily.
“My qi and blood are too strong now. It’s far stronger than theirs. In the face of absolute power, the moves and secret skills they’re proficient in are useless against me.”
Qin Huai concluded that the people on the eight martial roll were indeed unable to withstand a single punch from him. The exchange of blows just now confirmed his thoughts.
“If I don’t enter the fifth refinement, they might not even need me to use general attacks.”
On the tiger head slope, a burst of hearty laughter resounded.
One didn’t need to guess that the laughter came from Sun Yuanshan.
“Alright! What an exciting battle! Your little brat is very strong. He actually made that Qin Huai kid use that move!” Sun Yuanshan complimented, but his tone was weird.
Everyone present was a sly old fox. Even with their eyes closed, they could hear that this old fellow was scolding them. Although there was not a single vulgarity between the lines, the words were all used to humiliate him.
Liu Zhong gritted his teeth and did not say anything. His disciple had lost, so what else could he say? He could only watch Sun Yuanshan jump on the spot.
“That kid’s move just now was pretty good. There’s enough killing intent, and his moves are sharp enough. This time, he lost because… he’s still not skilled enough. If I had been just a little faster, he would have definitely pierced through Qin Huai’s neck,” Bao Ziyan of the Tyrant Fist Dojo consoled.
Liu Zhong could only nod. However, when the other seven dojo masters saw Qin Huai’s performance, they clearly became a little worried.
That Qin Huai… was so strong! Moreover, he was a little too strong to tell how skilled he was.
“I think you should see Reihom…”
All of the dojo masters immediately began to look in Reihom’s direction.
In the dense forest, Reihom held an iron fan and looked at the three people who had surrounded him in a triangular formation.
And none of these three were ordinary warriors. They were Bao Qianjin from the Tyrant Fist Dojo, who was ranked ninth on the eight martial roll; He Liu, the son of the head of the Six Harmonies Dojo, ranked eighth on the eight martial roll; and Langzi from the White Wave Fist Dojo, fourth on the eight martial roll.
Any of the three of them was at the level where they could establish their own sect in Pingnan City and take charge of a region on their own. Yet, they were attacking one person and were in a sorry state.
Bao Qianjin’s fists were already bruised, and Langzi’s face, which was covered in makeup, was also bruised and swollen. One of his eyes could not be seen clearly.
He Liu from Six Harmonies Dojo was even spitting out blood. Every breath he took would bring out a little blood.
“Is that all?” Reihom looked calmly at the three. “Compared to a year ago, you’re weaker now.”
His voice was very flat, without the slightest fluctuation in emotion. As usual, he looked down at the three elites of Pingnan, who should have been on the same level as him. He didn’t even pull out the long spear on his back.
Hot blood dripped from Reihom’s hand. But obviously, the blood was not his.
“It’s because you’ve become too strong…” Langzi laughed bitterly. “I can’t think of anyone who can be your opponent. Anyway, I give up! I’m not fighting anymore!” He waved his hand and took off his gloves.
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.
Bao Qianjin, who was standing aside, ran away. He gritted his teeth and glared at Reihom.
It was like a meatball smashing toward Reihom.
“Tyrant fist explosion!”
Bao Qianjin’s whole body was steaming, and he seemed to have lost five kilograms in an instant!
He seemed to have wrapped up the steam, and the heat wave that distorted the air rumbled toward Reihom.
However, Reihom didn’t dodge. He lowered his body slightly and threw a heavy punch at Bao Qianjin.
The snowy white behind him suddenly shook off.
Bao Qianjin’s face was completely twisted. The hand that he had used to meet Reihom’s fist had been broken.
His eyes were fixed on Reihom as he muttered, “I… I can’t accept this…” He gritted his teeth and wanted to throw another punch.
Reihom would not give him a chance. He grabbed Bao Qianjin’s arm and threw him over his shoulder.
The huge body smashed into the frozen ground.
Just as he was about to get up, Reihom’s voice rang out. “Get up again, and I’ll cripple both your hands.”
Bao Qianjin gritted his teeth and looked at the sky. “I surrender…”
Reihom looked at Langzi and He Liu, and the two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
“Just how strong are you now?” Langzi couldn’t help but ask.
“No one can defeat me within the fourth refinement.” Reihom’s expression remained calm and unmoved.