Chapter 194 - 127: Bloody Knight

Chapter 194: Chapter 127: Bloody Knight

"HISSS—!"

Lu Jing’an’s fist smashed into the Blood Shield.

The violent Gang Force clashed intensely with the highly corrosive Blood Poison.

A sound like meat sizzling in hot oil erupted.

The Protective True Qi on his fist was rapidly corroded.

But the Spiral Gang Force, infused with four different types of Powerful Qi, was simply too overbearing.

It forcibly tore through the Blood Shield, ultimately crashing heavily against Bai Ting’s blood-red long robe.

"BOOM!"

Like the beat of a massive drum, the sound echoed in all directions.

A bloody light rippled violently across the surface of the robe like water, yet it was exceptionally tough.

Most of the Power was dispersed and neutralized, but the remaining force penetrated through.

It still sent a violent tremor through Bai Ting’s body, and the green bricks beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

He slid backward several yards, plowing a furrow through the dense fog and blood mist.

Bai Ting was even more horrified.

’Lu Jing’an’s Instant Kill just now must have consumed a massive amount of energy. How could he recover so completely in such a short time, and his Fist Power is even greater than before?’

’This isn’t scientific!’

Bai Ting was a madman who believed in science.

In Bai Ting’s view, even the monsters from the Tiger, Leopard, and Wolf Battalions could all be explained by science.

But the changes in Lu Jing’an were something that, to Bai Ting, science simply couldn’t explain.

Having gained the upper hand, Lu Jing’an was relentless, giving Bai Ting no chance to catch his breath.

Before the trail from his slide had even faded, Lu Jing’an was already on him like a shadow.

Twisting his waist and hips, he threw another heavy punch toward Bai Ting’s chest and abdomen.

The force of the punch was heavier, more ferocious!

Bai Ting was furious, and the blood mist surged.

"BOOM!"

This time, there was no dense red fog to block him.

Lu Jing’an didn’t even feel his body meet any resistance.

Lu Jing’an’s fist had punched straight through.

The red fog in front of him was shattered by his punch.

However, Lu Jing’an didn’t seem to dare linger. He used the momentum of his punch to charge forward, rapidly exiting the area covered by the bloody fog.

The moment Lu Jing’an was clear, Bai Ting’s body appeared right where Lu Jing’an had just been standing.

This was another one of a Blood Cultivator’s important abilities.

Blood Walk!

As long as they were in an area suffused with blood mist, a Blood Cultivator could move without restriction.

They could appear anywhere within the mist.

In the spot Lu Jing’an had just vacated, a cold glint flashed in Bai Ting’s hand—a sharp blade, long and narrow like a blade of grass.

It was a steel blade that shimmered with a cold, bloody light.

It silently slashed toward Lu Jing’an’s throat, as fast as blood-red lightning!

Lu Jing’an’s [Danger Perception] had already warned him. In the nick of time, he snapped his head back.

The blade grazed the skin of his jaw, kicking up a trail of blood beads and fabric scraps.

"CLANG!"

The blade continued its momentum, slashing down onto Lu Jing’an’s arms, which he had crossed to protect his chest.

It actually produced the crisp sound of metal on metal.

His sleeves shattered, revealing skin that shimmered with a faint golden luster beneath.

A white mark quickly appeared, only to fade rapidly amidst a subtle ripple of movement.

"Such a fast blade."

Lu Jing’an glanced at his arm, his tone calm.

His footwork shifted, and he had already closed the distance again.

His fists rained down like a torrential storm, hammering at the vital points all over Bai Ting’s body.

Bai Ting was just about to retort.

’This was forged from Hundred-refined Blood Steel, specifically to break through Horizontal Training!’

Before he could get the words out, Lu Jing’an’s airtight Attack was already upon him.

This genuinely irritated Bai Ting.

However, Bai Ting quickly realized something else.

’The reason Lu Jing’an is in such a hurry is because this sudden recovery of his isn’t permanent.’

’This kind of recovery must have a time limit.’

Having figured this out, the corners of Bai Ting’s mouth curled into a smile.

Lu Jing’an knew that Bai Ting had seen through the time limit on his recovery.

He wasn’t bothered by this.

’It was only natural that Bai Ting would see through it. Anyone who wasn’t an idiot could tell from my hurried attacks that my recovery was temporary.’

But Lu Jing’an wasn’t afraid of that.

’Half an hour is more than enough for me,’ he thought.

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Lu Jing’an’s offensive forced Bai Ting to swallow his words and swing his blade to parry.

The blood mist churned with the momentum of his blade, sometimes forming tentacles to entangle, other times solidifying into spikes to strike.

"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! HISSS! BOOM!"

The sounds of fists meeting blade, Powerful Qi exploding, and blood mist corroding were incessant.

The two figures moved at high speed within the several-dozen-yard radius of dense fog and blood vapor, weaving past each other, separating, and then clashing again.

Lu Jing’an had the advantage in speed, and his Fist Skill was hard and ferocious, his movements grand and sweeping.

With every strike, he sought to overwhelm finesse with pure force.

Bai Ting’s Body Skill, on the other hand, was bizarre; within his blood mist Domain, he could practically use Instant Teleportation.

His Sword Skill was vicious and tricky, coordinated with the corrosive and ever-changing blood mist.

His defense was tight, his attacks insidious and venomous.

Lu Jing’an discovered that under his continuous, storm-like assault, the dense blood mist surrounding Bai Ting was being shaken apart and thinned out bit by bit.

Its range had also shrunk from ten meters to seven or eight, and its color had faded slightly.

’It’s working!’

Lu Jing’an’s spirits lifted, and the force of his punches grew even fiercer.

He attempted to press his advantage and shatter this Turtle Shell of a blood mist Domain completely.

Just as his momentum was at its peak and one of his punches sent the steel blade flying, he advanced straight through the center, aiming to strike at the heart of his opponent’s defense.

Bai Ting suddenly looked up, his eyes like pools of blood meeting Lu Jing’an’s gaze with Precise aim.

In that instant, Lu Jing’an felt as if Bai Ting’s eyes were two spinning, blood-red Vortexes.

An irresistible, heavy weariness, like a cold tide, surged from the point where their gazes met, flooding his mind and instantly spreading to every corner of his body.

His eyelids became incredibly heavy, and his consciousness felt as if it were about to sink into a bottomless, dark dreamland.

Hypnosis!

A Spiritual Secret Technique that a Blood Cultivator could only master after advancing to the rank of [Bloody Knight]!

Lu Jing’an had never expected Bai Ting to have reached such a level.

There was no record of it in Wen Ling’s intelligence reports either.