Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 212 Five Wounds and Seven Broken Links

Moreover, Han Yi knew very few martial arts masters who had reached the Meridian Opening stage. Leaving aside Lian Chengyue, who could easily defeat him, the others like Huang Ze and Li Chengfeng were either people he wasn't close to and couldn't reveal their strength to, or enemies he needed to kill with a single blow…

So Han Yi was really speechless. After opening his meridians, it was not easy to find an enemy to practice against!

Today, we've finally encountered an opponent of similar strength who has no help and can't escape... Isn't this the work of fate? We must make good use of it!

Thinking of this, Han Yi's aura became even more astonishing, and a glint flashed in his eyes. He was secretly looking forward to Leng Wuchang's attack, wanting nothing more than a thorough and enjoyable battle! As for Leng Wuchang on the boulder, seeing that Han Yi had not responded for a long time, the fake smile on his face unconsciously dissipated a bit, and when he saw Han Yi's eager expression, the smile on his face completely disappeared.

"Sir, I'm trying to reason with you, why insist on going your own way?" Leng Wuchang completely dropped the fake smile on his face and said coldly, "You should know that only I know how to open and close the mechanism here. If you delay for too long, my Shadow Fiend Pavilion headquarters will send people. Even if you have great abilities, you won't be able to escape. If we can turn hostility into friendship, I will even give you a generous gift!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yi smiled silently. This Leng Wuchang, failing to entice people with bribes, has resorted to threats. How to put it? Perhaps all those in the Shadow Assassin Pavilion who do murder are like this; subconsciously, they all pursue the maximization of benefits and consider the gains and losses.

Therefore, Leng Wuchang was also weighing the pros and cons at this moment. He calculated that if Han Yi fought with him, it would be a losing proposition!

But in fact, perhaps even Leng Wuchang himself didn't realize that deep down, there was a thought he didn't want to think about: he had chickened out!

His most lethal move was easily countered by Han Yi. His past experience in dealing with other martial artists melted away like bubbles in water, and his confidence was shaken!

As the old saying goes, only the weak waver and try to intimidate others with words!

That's why he used those coercive and enticing words just now!

But Han Yi was completely unaffected by these external things; his heart was pure and untainted. It was as if a fiery beast raged within him, with only one thought swirling within him…

Come and fight!

"I say, do you have five thousand taels of gold?" Han Yi raised his head and asked abruptly.

"What?" Han Yi's sudden words caught the flustered Leng Wuchang completely off guard. "Say it again!"

"I said..." Han Yi took a deep breath and spoke with great force.

"I said, I'm waiting for the medicine to wear off, what are you waiting for?"

This time, Leng Wuchang heard it clearly.

"The effects of the medicine?" he asked in confusion. Suddenly, he realized something and looked down at the bundle containing the "Golden Light Pill" that Han Yi had just thrown on the ground under the boulder. It was covered with some white powder and was emitting a faint odor.

This is "White Moth Powder," which has the effects of calming the mind, promoting blood circulation, and relieving pain. It is often used for insomnia, hyperactivity, and bleeding injuries. However, if this powder is used at the same time as "Golden Light Pill," it will have a strong anesthetic effect, causing confusion, drowsiness, and forced hypnosis.

This was also a self-defense trick that Lian Chengyue taught Qianxue. Before they parted, Qianxue naturally taught Han Yi these tricks, along with the medicines in the bottles and jars.

At this moment, Leng Wuchang instantly realized what was happening, and his expression changed drastically. His nasal cavity and mouth had long been numb from the pungent smell released by the "Golden Light Pill." He had been caught off guard and careless, and had actually fallen into such a simple trap!

He used to pride himself on being a master of poisons, but unexpectedly, after spending his days hunting geese, he ended up being pecked blind by one of them!

"you!!!"

Enraged, Leng Wuchang immediately stood up, ready to rush down and kill Han Yi.

Unfortunately, the medication really took effect this time!

Leng Wuchang felt the world around him being pulled into a daze, the light and shadow distorted, the world spinning, and the objects around him seemed to lose their fixed shape, constantly swaying in his vision. Looking around, everything felt chaotic, and gradually, his body also began to lose its balance.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Yi quietly used his Flying Swallow Kick. He seemed to be taking small, quick steps, but he covered the ten-zhang distance in one leap and flew up the five- or six-meter-high boulder.

He gathered all his evil-dispelling energy into his right hand and struck forward fiercely! The swiftness of the Flying Swallow Kick and the frenzied strike of the Thunder Palm were superimposed.

However, Leng Wuchang was someone who frequently came into contact with poisons and had a certain resistance to this kind of drug. By forcibly circulating the Black Fiend Technique, he managed to break free from the hypnosis in just a few breaths.

However, by the time Leng Wuchang realized something was wrong, it was too late.

He only had time to gather his strength and use his arms to block Han Yi's attack.

Bang bang bang bang!

Han Yi unleashed five palm strikes in quick succession, each aimed at Leng Wuchang's waist and abdomen, the very spot where he had been injured earlier, amplified by the Frenzy Strike ability.

The first three palm strikes all landed on Leng Wuchang's arm. The Black Fiend Force and the Evil-Breaking Force neutralized and neutralized the strikes, making them feel like they were hitting a waterlogged sponge.

With his fourth strike, Han Yi finally managed to deflect Leng Wuchang's arm.

Under the Berserk Strike feature, each strike is faster and more powerful than the last.

The final, fifth palm strike finally broke through all obstacles and landed squarely on his waist.

The wound immediately became necrotic, and blood gushed out.

Amidst the intense pain, Leng Wuchang finally regained full consciousness. He barely managed to regain some balance, and with a single palm strike, he channeled all his inner strength into his hand, pushing it towards Han Yi with all his might.

Bang! ! !

This time, the two of them were truly going all out in a head-on confrontation.

With a single move, Han Yi's Evil-Breaking Force, brimming with fierce masculinity, charged and roared like a lion as it tore at its opponent.

However, Leng Wuchang's black evil energy was like a slippery black venomous snake, secretly crawling into Han Yi's body and inflicting damage.

Boom boom boom!

The two forces canceled each other out at the moment of collision. Han Yi's body was thrown backward by the huge impact. In mid-air, he quickly adjusted his position and landed lightly in the corridor. He took several steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground and crushing the stone slabs.

Leng Wuchang, on the other hand, was not having an easy time either. He was already injured in the waist, and he had to deal with the situation hastily at the last moment. Han Yi, on the other hand, was ready to strike. He suddenly crashed into the solid ice on the boulder, creating a dent and shaking the boulder. The ice surface was riddled with holes.

'A martial artist who has reached the Meridian Opening and Energy Realm is indeed not comparable to an ordinary martial artist!' In the underground corridor, Han Yi stared intently at Leng Wuchang's actions, his expression solemn, not daring to be careless.

When he dealt with the ordinary martial artists of Shadow Fiend Pavilion, they did put up some resistance. However, the speed and strength of the ordinary martial artists' movements seemed very slow to him, like watching a movie in slow motion. That's why he was able to take it easy and kill them as if they were chickens or pigs.

This is precisely why the young man in black was terrified and dared not attack head-on, only daring to launch sneak attacks. But when truly facing a martial artist of the same level, when their strengths were nearly equal… in Han Yi's eyes, Leng Wuchang's movements would return to normal speed, and every attack Leng Wuchang made would possess considerable power, requiring careful handling.

Most importantly...

Han Yi glanced at his arms, especially the arm where he had clashed palms with Leng Wuchang, where faint beads of blood were seeping from the skin.

This time, he was truly injured. Leng Wuchang's black evil energy was like a disgusting venomous snake; once bitten, it would leave a hidden, persistent wound.

Fortunately, he can still use the Rejuvenating Force to recover a little.

But in the clash just now, he also discovered a problem: although he might be slightly stronger than Leng Wuchang in terms of overall strength, he was far inferior to him in terms of the skill of using force!

In other words, the two may be at the same level, but Leng Wuchang's internal energy generation speed, explosive speed, or reserve capacity are all a level higher than Han Yi's!

Han Yi's lack of basic knowledge about martial arts might not be noticeable when dealing with martial artists of lower cultivation levels, but when compared with martial artists of the same level, all sorts of problems are fully exposed.

'It seems that finding information about those who have achieved the "Open Meridian and Enter the Core" state must be prioritized even more!'

An urgent thought arose in Han Yi's mind.

'It seems this person is not as strong as me; his use of force is extremely crude, relying only on petty tricks. But I am seriously injured right now, so perhaps I should stall for time!'

Leng Wuchang, who was in the giant stone pit, had a bloody mess on his waist and abdomen, but his eyes were still gleaming with cunning as he kept plotting.

The Black Fiend Skill he learned is a sinister and damaging martial art. Its power is cold and penetrating deep into the internal organs, yet the victim will not feel it at all. It can kill a person suddenly in battle. When the Black Fiend Skill is mastered, it is known as the "Five Injuries and Seven Severities".

The Five Injuries refer to damage to the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

The "seven breaks" refers to the ability to sever the opponent's heart meridian, blood vessels, tendons, liver and intestines, kidney essence, bones, and wrist meridian with a casual strike.

Of course, the highest level of this martial art, the Seventh Stage, is not described as miraculous; it is merely an exaggeration under the most ideal circumstances.

But five injuries are something that can be easily achieved.

Leng Wuchang had learned a technique for using force within the pavilion, which allowed him to unleash a large amount of force in a short period of time and penetrate into the opponent's body. If Han Yi were to receive such a blow, Leng Wuchang believed that the man would surely die within half an hour!

After all, in the previous exchange, Leng Wuchang had already figured out Han Yi's strength. His power was average, and he could only throw his power out in a straightforward manner, which was completely unorthodox. Moreover, apart from the force being a bit fierce, there were no additional effects in his power. It was obvious that he had chosen the simplest and most common martial arts to break through.

You could say they have some ability, but not much!

Thinking of this, Leng Wuchang couldn't help but smile.

"Hiss..." At this moment, the muscles aggravated the wound on his waist and abdomen, and the pain made him grimace, his smile turning into sorrow.

'This is bad, this person is probably trying to stall for time!' Han Yi said solemnly, immediately seeing through Leng Wuchang's intentions.

After all, the vitality of a martial artist who has opened the meridians is astonishing, and he did not think that the blow he had just struck Leng Wuchang in the waist would be enough to kill him.

Leng Wuchang has remained motionless on the boulder, which suggests a few possibilities: either he is trying to heal his wounds, or he is trying to buy time while waiting for rescue.

With this in mind, Han Yi made a new move.

He bent down and picked up several medicine bottles from near the bundle on the ground. Crack!

The medicine bottle traced an arc as Han Yi easily tossed it from the ground into the depression in the boulder.

At the same time, his voice also said: "Master Leng, I see that you are seriously injured. I am usually an upright and honest person who values ​​fairness and justice. Here are a few bottles of the best healing pills for you to heal your wounds and cure your illness... After your wounds have healed, we will have a one-on-one duel!"

Han Yi's words only fueled Leng Wuchang's rage. He glanced at the yellow ointment scattered on the ground, then leaped out of the ditch in a flash, exclaiming in shock and anger, "Black-faced Judge, you shameless bastard! Everyone in the martial world says you're a gentleman, but it seems you're even more despicable than the lowest of the low!"

Enraged, he immediately began to curse. He wasn't unfamiliar with ruthless people; he himself wasn't a good person either. But he had never seen anyone as hypocritical and even more insidious than himself as the Black-Faced Judge. In his fury, a murderous intent rose within him. If he didn't deal with this kind of person swiftly and decisively, the consequences would be dire!

“…..”

Han Yi was somewhat speechless. Most of the supplies Qianxue had prepared for him were actually for healing and recovery, so what he had just thrown away was indeed a healing ointment.

However, judging from Leng Wuchang's appearance, it seems he's been bitten by a snake once and is now afraid of even a rope for ten years...

As expected, under pressure, the man couldn't take the shock and rushed out.

Seeing that Han Yi didn't reply at all and looked like he had been hit where it hurt, Leng Wuchang became even angrier. Without saying a word, he took a step forward, spun around in the air, and raised his right leg high like a python devouring a person, smashing it down hard on Han Yi!

Logically speaking, even when attacking with a high kick on the ground, the center of gravity is often wide open, leaving a huge vulnerability. Vital points such as the perineum, chest, and internal organs will be exposed. Moreover, a high kick means there is only one fulcrum, making the center of gravity unstable and extremely easy to fall.

If this is true on the ground, then making such an attack in mid-air would undoubtedly create even greater openings. However, when Leng Wuchang used this move, there was a subtle flow of energy in the center, indicating that he was not truly exposing his weakness completely.

Han Yi didn't foolishly try to withstand the attack head-on. Instead of falling into the trap, he used his Flying Swallow Kick again to easily dodge to a distance of three zhang.

boom!

The black, hard rock floor was easily shattered into stone dust by Leng Wuchang, but he missed a step and didn't care at all.

Immediately after, he touched the ground with his toes, shifted his center of gravity, and in the next moment, he retracted his right leg and coiled his body like a cobra hunting its prey…