Chapter 191 - 125: Demon Martial vs Martial Cultivator

Chapter 191: Chapter 125: Demon Martial vs Martial Cultivator

"A Martial Cultivator... can they really reach such a level?"

Bai Ting murmured to himself, but a scorching fire of greed suddenly ignited in his eyes.

Bai Ting licked his lips, as if he’d caught the scent of an exquisite delicacy.

’What a perfect Flesh Body... what perfect Blood Food!’

’If I could devour his Essence Blood and consume his Tendons and Bones...’

’It would be worth at least three years of Blood Food.’

After all, for Bai Ting, every time he fed...

...another shackle from the Blood Race’s Primordial Ancestor would be placed upon his body.

If he could consume Lu Jing’an, then even if the Spirit Nest wasn’t real, he’d feel this trip was more than worth it.

Bai Hu was, without a doubt, the most shocked person there.

He was the one who had clashed head-on with Lu Jing’an.

Ever since becoming Bai Hu, not a single human Martial Cultivator had been able to contend with him head-on using only their Flesh Body.

Even Martial Cultivators of the Inner Breath Realm couldn’t manage it.

Yet Lu Jing’an had succeeded. And what’s more, Bai Hu was the one who had been injured.

In that momentary collision, Bai Hu felt as if he hadn’t struck a person...

...but rather a body forged entirely from Hundred-refined Fine Steel.

He could shatter Iron Bone, but he was powerless against a body of steel even tougher than that.

In the street, the intense pain completely unleashed Bai Hu’s feral nature.

He let out a wild roar, his left fist sweeping out with the force of a thunderstorm.

The bone spur on his fist aimed straight for Lu Jing’an’s temple!

But Lu Jing’an didn’t retreat. He advanced, dropping into a lower stance.

His right fist shot upward—the opening move of Mountain-Breaking Fist.

Cleave Mountain and Split Stone!

BANG!

Fist met fist, and Qi Force erupted again!

This time, Lu Jing’an didn’t stand his ground. His fists flowed like a torrential river, relentless and unending.

Earth-Shaking Mountain-Sway, Heaven-Shattering Strike, Rock-Shattering Strike, Five Mountains’ Descent, Mountain Collapse...

He cycled through the six forms of Mountain-Breaking Fist, each punch as heavy as a mountain...

...smashing into the right side of Bai Hu’s body!

CRACK! SQUELCH—!

The cracking of bone and the wet thud of flesh wove a brutal melody.

Empowered by a terrifying 165 points of Attack Power...

...the bones in Bai Hu’s right shoulder and entire arm were crushed inch by inch!

The fearsome bone spurs snapped like dry twigs and scattered, while the ferocious Fist Force pulverized his muscle and sinew into paste.

Only a layer of skin kept it barely attached, hanging limply at his side.

It swayed with his movements, like the torn sleeve of a stage costume.

"Six Harmonies Fist?!"

Seated in the Grandmaster’s Chair, Bai Ting’s eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

Bai Ting had seen the Fist Manual for Six Harmonies Fist, though he’d never seen Mountain-Breaking Fist.

But the martial principles were similar, so Bai Ting could still recognize some elements.

’Could it be... that the Flowing Cloud Fist manual I gave him is what brought him to this point?’

The thought caused Bai Ting’s expression to darken for an instant before being overwhelmed by an even stronger wave of possessiveness.

’Such a piece of uncut jade should be "carved" by me... no, "devoured"!’

In the street, Bai Hu staggered backward, the right side of his body utterly ruined.

But the ferocious glint in his eyes only intensified as he abruptly reached with his left hand...

...to pull out two syringes glinting with a cold metallic sheen, which he unhesitatingly plunged into the remaining flesh of his right shoulder!

GLUG...

As the fluid was injected, a bizarre transformation began!

At the stump of Bai Hu’s right shoulder, the flesh began to squirm as if it were alive.

Then, starting from the wound, a gray-black metallic sheen rapidly began to spread.

Skin hardened, muscles condensed, and bone reshaped...

In just three breaths, a brand-new arm composed entirely of some strange metal had grown out!

And it didn’t stop there. The metallic transformation continued to spread—to his chest, left arm, waist, legs...

In the blink of an eye, Bai Hu had transformed into a towering humanoid weapon over two and a half meters tall, his entire body covered in cold, hard metal!

His metallic joints scraped with a loud CLANK as they moved.

Yet in the light, a dark luster seemed to flow across the metal’s surface, resembling the texture of muscle fibers.

This clearly wasn’t a simple outer shell, but a mutation perfectly fused with his flesh and sinews.

"You forced me into my Golden Evil Tiger Form. Lu Jing’an, I admit I underestimated you."

Bai Hu’s voice, issuing from behind his metal faceplate, was still perfectly clear and human—a testament to the sophistication of his transformation.

Before Bai Hu had even finished speaking, his colossal form was in motion again!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

His metal feet shattered the flagstones, and his speed was now a good thirty percent faster than before!

He left a trail of inch-deep footprints in his wake, sending shattered stone flying like shrapnel.

Lu Jing’an’s gaze remained serene as he faced the metallic monster’s charge.

The posture of his fists suddenly changed. He retracted the incomparably ferocious Mountain-Breaking Fist.

In its place, he adopted the fluid, graceful Flowing Cloud Fist.

His movements became as unpredictable as a willow catkin in the wind, a perfect example of using softness to overcome hardness!

Bai Hu threw a straight punch, but Lu Jing’an didn’t meet it head-on.

His left palm swept in an arc—Cloud Hand Pushing the Moon!

A portion of the immense force was deflected, causing the blow to graze past the hem of Lu Jing’an’s clothes.

Before Bai Hu could recover his balance, Lu Jing’an’s right palm flowed onto his elbow joint. Hundred Rivers Return to the Stream!

Borrowing the enemy’s strength to strike back, redirecting a thousand pounds with a mere four ounces!

BANG—!!!

Guided and propelled by Lu Jing’an, Bai Hu’s own metallic fist smashed violently into his chest!

A deep boom, like the tolling of an ancient bell, exploded outward!

A large dent visibly formed in the metal armor on Bai Hu’s chest.

His entire body was sent flying backward as if struck head-on by a Siege Hammer!

KABOOM—!!!

The street-facing wall of the Yuelai Inn shattered, and Bai Hu’s body crashed through the massive hole.

He crashed through four or five load-bearing wooden pillars in a row.

The entire three-story wooden building let out a cringe-inducing groan, its beams and rafters shedding dust as it teetered on the verge of collapse.

Watching this scene, Bai Ting could finally no longer remain seated.

Bai Ting rose slowly, flicking non-existent dust from his long robe. A bloody glint flashed in his eyes and was gone.

"Ten of you, go and swat those annoying flies."

Bai Ting instructed the wall of men coolly.

"Yes, sir!"

Ten of the gray-robed men immediately cupped their fists, accepted the order, and began to step forward.

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG—!!!

Just then, from the other end of the long street, gunfire erupted, several times more intense than before!

A curtain of bullets formed a solid line of fire, pouring down on them like rain.

It forced the gray-robed men who had just stepped forward back behind the wall of their comrades!

Lu Jing’an looked toward the source of the sound and saw Zhao Laosuan leading dozens of men from the dock patrol.

They were using cover at the mouth of the street to lay down intense fire.

In their hands were the "Flower Machine Guns" that had just been issued by the provincial authorities.

Their firepower far surpassed that of the Water Patrol Bureau’s rifles.

"Old Shuan? Didn’t I tell you to guard the docks?" Lu Jing’an shouted with a frown.

Zhao Laosuan shouted back at the top of his lungs while reloading his weapon:

"The Chief said the docks are stable for now!

He sent us to support you, Director.

We sunk several of the fiends in the river, so they won’t be poking their heads out for a while!"

Lu Jing’an thought for a moment, then shouted, "Good! Join forces with Director Liu and suppress that wall of men! Don’t let them scatter!"

"Got it!"

Zhao Laosuan gave a sharp reply. With a wave of his hand, his dozens of men quickly fanned out.

They formed a crossfire with the Water Patrol Bureau, pinning Bai Ting and his wall of men in the middle of the street.

Bai Ting’s expression turned as black as iron.

Just as he was about to make a move himself, a furious, bestial roar erupted from the ruins of the Yuelai Inn.

"ROAR—!!!"

Splintered wood and shattered bricks flew through the air!

A colossal metal figure covered in wood splinters and dust charged brazenly out of the wreckage!

Bai Hu’s eyes were blood-red. The dent in his chest was slowly smoothing out as the metal squirmed and reformed.

Only the ugly imprint of the fist remained, a testament to his recent defeat.

Watching Bai Hu charge out once more, Lu Jing’an’s expression remained unchanged.

Lu Jing’an knew perfectly well that his last attack wasn’t enough to kill Bai Hu.

After being completely transformed into a Demon Fiend, Bai Hu’s physical strength and his very life force were both incredibly powerful.

The recent transformation into steel, in particular, had made his body even more formidable.

Under these circumstances, it was obviously impossible to completely obliterate Bai Hu with the technique he had just used.

’In truth, it wouldn’t be too difficult for me to kill Bai Hu.’

’The problem is, I still have to deal with Bai Ting afterward.’

’So I don’t want to reveal too many of my trump cards.’

Facing the red-eyed Bai Hu charging at him again, Lu Jing’an continued to fight back with Six Harmonies Fist.

’In my opinion,’ Lu Jing’an thought, ’even after his transformation into a Demon Fiend, Bai Hu is still a far cry from my master, Chen Xuan.’

’The gap is enormous, even compared to Master Chen Xuan using just ninety percent of his strength.’

’Defeating Bai Hu is only a matter of time.’