Chapter 193 - 127: Bloody Knight

Chapter 193: Chapter 127: Bloody Knight

Bai Ting was shocked.

Lu Jing’an was just as astonished.

Even with the powerful strike of his Ghost Shadow Instant Kill, he had failed to kill Bai Ting, only managing to severely injure him.

Originally, Lu Jing’an had predicted that one blow from his Ghost Shadow Instant Kill would, in all likelihood, end the fight.

After all, Lu Jing’an was confident he could have ended a fight with even Chen Xuan using such an attack.

But Bai Ting had taken it head-on.

"HUFF... HUFF..."

Bai Ting’s breathing was as ragged as a broken bellows. The blood-red robe over his chest was in tatters.

It revealed a gruesome wound beneath, with flesh torn back and bone visible, nearly ripped clean through by the penetrating Fist Force.

However, the flesh at the edge of the wound was squirming and knitting together at an unnaturally fast, visible rate, attempting to close.

Lu Jing’an’s gaze, sharp as a blade, instantly pinpointed the source of this anomaly.

Behind Bai Ting, nineteen garish, crimson lines of blood were writhing like living snakes, drawing blood from the human wall encircling them.

The blood gurgled as it flowed into the center of Bai Ting’s back.

Those nineteen Demon Martial Artists from the Tiger Camp had ghastly, sallow faces, their auras wilting.

They were shriveling at an astonishing rate, like wineskins being drained dry.

’Blood bags! Nineteen of them, at that!’

Lu Jing’an snorted inwardly, a glint of understanding in his eyes.

’This kind of technique is basically cheating.’

Of course, Bai Ting’s method of converting others’ lives and Cultivation for his own use was both insidious and domineering.

But in a world where strength was paramount, being able to compel nineteen Martial Artists at or above the Muscle Refining Realm to willingly serve as a blood bank spoke volumes about Bai Ting’s power and respected status.

At this moment, a torrent of bloody qi surged around Bai Ting.

His crimson robe fluttered without a wind, making a sharp, flapping sound, as if fresh blood were slithering across its surface.

The blood and qi Essence of those nineteen men was frantically replenishing his body’s deficit.

It repaired his horrific injuries, his fading aura rising like a returning tide.

Lu Jing’an also felt a change within his own body.

After unleashing the full power of his Ghost Shadow Instant Kill, a warm yet immense power welled up from the depths of his limbs and bones.

It quickly soothed the weakness caused by his depleted True Qi.

The soreness in his muscles and the strain on his meridians also rapidly diminished.

The [Fighting Bravely] entry had activated, and his condition instantly returned to its peak.

But this was only a momentary brilliance.

The entry had a recovery limit; this peak state would only last for half an hour.

Once the time was up, all the accumulated exertion and fatigue would backlash like a landslide and a tsunami.

At that point, forget fighting—it would be a struggle to even remain standing.

’Half an hour... I have to finish him. First, I’ll cut off his blood bags!’

The thought flashed through his mind, and Lu Jing’an was already in motion.

The tip of his foot tapped the ground, and the bluestone tile shattered on impact.

Like an arrow loosed from a bow, Lu Jing’an shot forward with a piercing shriek, heading straight for the human wall of nineteen men.

"How dare you, you whelp!"

Bai Ting, who was absorbing the energy with all his might, saw this and his eyes nearly split from their sockets in fury. A bestial roar escaped his lips.

Seeing the speed of Lu Jing’an’s charge, Bai Ting gritted his teeth.

His hands formed a strange Seal Technique, and the nineteen lines of blood behind him suddenly thickened as the rate of absorption skyrocketed!

"SPLAT!"

Lu Jing’an paid him no mind, his fist striking like a dragon.

Wrapped in Scorching True Qi, it brutally smashed into the head of the nearest Tiger Camp Martial Artist.

Like an overripe watermelon bursting, red and white matter splattered everywhere.

Along with the blood that had yet to be fully drained from his body, it sizzled under the scorching True Qi.

A foul, stinking mist of blood evaporated into the air.

Without pausing for a moment, his body a blur of afterimages, he turned his fists, elbows, knees, and legs into the deadliest of weapons, like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep.

Every attack was Precise and vicious, aimed straight for a vital point.

These Demon Martial Artists, now reduced to mere blood bags, were not weak in their own right.

But before a Lu Jing’an at his full power, and further weakened by having their blood and qi drained, they had no way to resist.

"BANG!"

"SQUELCH!"

"CRACK!"

The sounds of cracking bones, snapping tendons, and exploding bodies rang out one after another.

Within the thick fog, ghastly flowers of blood bloomed continuously.

Wherever Lu Jing’an passed, he left a trail of mangled corpses.

Bai Ting’s face twisted as he frantically activated his Secret Skill.

The remaining blood bags shriveled at a visible rate.

Their skin tightened against their bones, their eye sockets sinking deep.

Finally, they turned into horrifying, desiccated corpses, devoid of all moisture, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Just as Lu Jing’an destroyed the ninth blood bag, Bai Ting finally finished Devouring the blood and qi of the remaining ten men.

"BOOM!"

An aura even more violent and bloodthirsty than before erupted from Bai Ting’s body!

Bai Ting’s tattered robe was re-dyed by the thick, bloody qi.

It was now a dripping crimson, as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood.

Within a ten-meter radius around him, the thick fog was pushed away.

In its place was a blood-colored miasma as thick as paste.

The air filled with the nauseating, metallic-sweet stench of blood.

Bai Ting twisted his neck, producing a series of sharp CRACKS.

His pale face flushed with a demonic, ruddy glow as blood rushed to it.

His eyes had transformed completely into pools of blood, locked tightly onto Lu Jing’an.

The corner of his mouth curled into a cruel arc.

"Lu Jing’an, you’ve done well. To think you could force me to use my Secret Skill."

"Today, I will flay you alive and pull out your tendons."

"I will refine you into my strongest Blood Puppet to vent this rage in my..."

"BOOM!"

The answer he received was a punch from Lu Jing’an—unembellished, yet brimming with terrifying power!

The wind from the fist compressed the air, creating a low peal of thunder.

On the edge of the fist, the Six Harmonies Fist Intent fused four completely different types of Powerful Qi: Collapsing, Coiling, Swift, and Frigid. Under the governance of the Six Harmonies Fist and the boost from [Master of Boxing], this power twisted into an indomitable Spiral Gang Force.

It shot straight for Bai Ting’s face!

’Trash talk?’

Time was the one thing Lu Jing’an didn’t have!

Bai Ting was caught off guard, but his reaction was extremely fast.

A sharp glint flashed in his blood-red eyes. The viscous blood mist before him suddenly surged and condensed, forming a crimson Shield.