Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 213 Bloodlust

Leng Wuchang spotted Han Yi's location, a cold glint in his eyes. Suddenly, with a whoosh, his normally thick right leg seemed to become soft and boneless, shifting unpredictably. His leg whip cracked through the air with a loud bang, abruptly changing direction and shooting straight out!

Bang!

Caught off guard, Han Yi staggered from the kick. His face turned red, and the injury to his arms caused the capillaries to burst, drawing blood.

Seeing Han Yi's disheveled appearance, Leng Wuchang felt even more reassured.

Swish swish!

He pressed his advantage relentlessly, his leg shadows, like serpentine whips, lingering and sealing off the space around Han Yi completely. These legs were not only fast but also extremely agile, possessing the power and weight of boneless snake shadows.

For a moment, all Han Yi could hear was the whistling wind.

After the meridians are opened, there are two key factors that determine the outcome of a fight between martial artists. The first is the strength of their force, which is also the most important factor. If there is a situation where the force is overwhelming, no matter how skilled you are, you will find it difficult to withstand a punch from your opponent.

Secondly, it depends on the degree of utilization of external objects. What are external objects? Techniques, secret skills, and even weapons are all included. For example, if the strength of the two sides is not much different, if one side uses the techniques in a superb way, while the other side only has rudimentary leg techniques, the other side will naturally be at a disadvantage.

Just like Han Yi now!

Since he broke through to the point of opening the meridians and entering the realm of internal strength, the time has been short, and he has not had time to properly consolidate his combat power. Moreover, there are no moves or secret techniques above the "Qianyang Gong".

Therefore, Han Yi was immediately put on the defensive when Leng Wuchang suddenly erupted.

Under Leng Wuchang's relentless and fierce attacks, Han Yi was struggling greatly and could only do his best to defend. Their forces collided, canceled each other out, and dissipated. If he really couldn't dodge, he would use his Iron Wall ability to tough it out.

Bang bang bang bang!

The two exchanged constant shouts and explosions, sending debris and dust flying everywhere.

But prolonged attacks inevitably lead to defeat, and prolonged defense inevitably leads to loss. Soon, Han Yi could no longer hold on. After one of his parries, he suddenly used his strength to block Leng Wuchang's leg shadows, staggering back several steps. He felt as if several parts of his body had been kicked, and he couldn't tell where they were. He only felt that some places were either numb and itchy or unbearably painful.

'good chance! '

Leng Wuchang's eyes lit up. He secretly gathered his strength, waiting for this moment.

He had already figured out Han Yi's background and made plans. This man's strength was decent, but his moves were mediocre. He was considered an average martial artist. His loss just now was only due to his carelessness and being poisoned.

"drink!"

With a roar, Leng Wuchang channeled all his Black Fiend Technique into his body and used a secret technique with severe side effects. The Black Fiend Force was powerful and violent, continuously emanating from his body. In an instant, his palms turned pitch black, and black clouds appeared on his arms.

"Come die!"

He grinned menacingly, and his arms exploded and expanded into a fist, which he then slammed forward.

At this moment, Han Yi was in a vacuum period of exerting and releasing force, making it difficult for him to evade.

Leng Wuchang was confident that his opponent would be 100% unable to withstand this move. Even if they could barely withstand it, they would end up with broken bones and minced flesh, and then they would be at Leng Wuchang's mercy. Of course, the more likely outcome was that Leng Wuchang would smash Leng Wuchang's head on him!

He could almost see the other person's head explode and their brains splatter! *Thud!*

"You, how could you possibly have a treasure..." Leng Wuchang stopped his palms a foot away from Han Yi, his eyes filled with disbelief. His palms had been broken in two, and a large sword had pierced through his chest, leaving a hole.

The black greatsword has a simple and unadorned design. It is double-edged, with a blade that is over a meter long and a blade as wide as an adult's palm. It looks like a narrow door panel!

Perhaps the wound Han Yi inflicted on his waist and abdomen was just a superficial injury, but now it is truly a fatal one!

buzz~

As if in response to Leng Wuchang's question, the Xuan Tie Sword hummed and roared, and strands of energy spread throughout the sword, giving the dark giant sword a sudden touch of dark red color. At the tip of the sword, a three-inch crimson sword light suddenly emerged, like lightning!

After the meridians are opened, there are two key factors that determine the outcome of a fight between martial artists. When the difference in strength is not significant, the degree of utilization of external objects plays a crucial role, and weapons are one of the most important external objects!

Of course, the weapons mentioned here do not refer to ordinary swords and knives. Ordinary swords and knives are like children's toys in the eyes of martial artists, which can be broken with a wave of the hand. Only precious weapons that can be infused with the martial artist's strength can be effective!

But how precious are these treasures? Even veteran martial artists like Huang Ze, who have served as elders for many years, do not possess a single treasure. Meanwhile, martial artists like Li Chengfeng and Song Weina, who are supported by their families, possess at most only one treasure!

Therefore, even though Han Yi had been carrying the Xuan Tie Sword the whole time, and had drawn his sword to defend himself just now, Leng Wuchang didn't care.

He wasn't unaware that Han Yi drew his sword, but from the beginning, he had regarded Han Yi as a lone practitioner who practiced unorthodox methods. His moves and the way he used his strength were obviously crude, indicating that he had not been guided by a master and was not someone with a background or resources.

Moreover, when a magical artifact is used, it will have its own characteristics. Its characteristic is that "its radiance is self-generated and does not dissipate." In other words, magical artifacts will emit a faint magical light on their appearance.

Han Yi's Xuan Tie sword was completely black, and its appearance seemed to be a black hole that attracted all light. Even under the light, it did not reflect any light and had no characteristics of a treasure at all!

That's why Leng Wuchang only regarded this sword as an ordinary weapon, and wanted to smash the Xuan Tie sword with one palm and then smash Han Yi's head with the other!

Unfortunately...

"This isn't some kind of magical artifact..." Han Yi shook his head. His purpose in fighting Leng Wuchang was just to test his strength, not to die. When it really matters, he had to go all out!

Chi Chi!

Han Yi slightly twitched the Xuan Tie sword, and a large amount of blood flowed from Leng Wuchang's chest, causing something in his arms to tremble violently. "Cough... Black-faced Judge, you really are treacherous and cunning..." Leng Wuchang vomited a lot of blood, "Even at this time, you still want to deceive me..."

“…..”

Han Yi was speechless. This person must have developed PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) from him, because he didn't believe anything.

"I'm not reconciled..."

Martial artists at the Meridian Opening stage indeed possessed extraordinary vitality. Despite being pierced through the chest from both ends, Leng Wuchang hadn't died immediately. He glared at Han Yi, yelling, "If I die... you don't know the secret of the mechanism, and you can't get out... just wait to die... Ah!!!"

thump!

As Han Yi pulled out the Xuan Tie sword, Leng Wuchang collapsed to the ground, gushing out large amounts of blood.

At this moment, the trembling in Han Yi's arms intensified. He raised his hand, and a plain handkerchief appeared before him. The handkerchief was brightly colored and lustrous, clearly made of the finest silk.

Like a ravenous wolf, the Blood Plum Pad was thrown onto Leng Wuchang's chest by Han Yi, and a large amount of blood was absorbed into it.

"What, what is this?!" Leng Wuchang's face showed horror. He felt as if a blood-sucking leech had appeared on his wound, sucking his blood. His blood and qi were gushing out like a burst dam.

"You, you are a demon!!!" On the ground, Leng Wuchang shouted at Han Yi like a madman.

Han Yi ignored him and instead began to observe the appearance of the Blood Plum Handkerchief. After absorbing Leng Wuchang's blood, the handkerchief, which was originally plain white, was now so red that it seemed as if it could drip blood.

And faintly, he even sensed a joy emanating from the Blood Plum Blossom Handkerchief—the happiness of satisfaction, like a child buying a beloved toy, a man getting a favorite game, or a woman receiving an expensive handbag. "Those who are weak shouldn't engage in such acts of force and robbery..." Han Yi shook his head, returning Leng Wuchang's words in kind.

"You..." Finally, Leng Wuchang's face was filled with fear, confusion, doubt, and resentment.

He died without understanding why someone who relied on unorthodox methods could be so strong…

Despite his crude martial arts skills, clearly indicating a lack of training, he possesses a magical artifact…..

Even a master who has reached the peak of internal strength might not have a treasure weapon on them, yet he happened to encounter one. Why?

What's even more infuriating is that he could have escaped, but he was blocked by the giant stone trap he himself set up... The cage he intended to confine others has instead locked him up!

With resentment in his heart, Leng Wuchang closed his eyes forever.

"Huff..." Han Yi's breathing was slightly rapid, his chest heaving. He had just experienced a fierce battle, especially the final blow, which had drained most of his blood and energy. His body felt as if it had been hollowed out, and a sense of emptiness was spreading through his heart.

'This person is indeed very strong...'

Han Yi looked at his disheveled appearance and smiled helplessly.

Leng Wuchang, as expected of a genuine martial arts master who has reached the Qi Refining stage, has a variety of tricks up his sleeve. If Leng Wuchang hadn't weakened Leng Wuchang's strength with poison pills first, the outcome would have been truly unpredictable.

However, Han Yi was confident that even without resorting to underhanded tactics, he would still emerge victorious in a head-on confrontation.

After all, when they first clashed, he intended to test his own strength, so he didn't use the Xuan Tie Sword or his sword and saber intent. Moreover, he also had the Blood Plum Cloth, a powerful weapon!

Now, after these few encounters, he has a pretty good idea of ​​his own strength. If he doesn't use any external aids and goes one-on-one with a master martial artist who has reached the level of internal strength, he probably wouldn't be a match for them. At most, he could only manage a draw against Leng Wuchang, who doesn't use any secret techniques.

Of course, this is not his true limit...

It can be said that if Han Yi's current strength is three-tenths of what is on the surface, then seven-tenths is hidden in the shadows!

In this treacherous world, one must conceal seven-tenths of one's strength and reveal only three-tenths, only in this way can one protect oneself and have a little peace of mind!

Ding!

At this moment, the data on the system panel suddenly changed, and Han Yi quickly shifted his attention.

【Blood Plum Blossom - Magic Weapon】

Grade: Yin vessel (lower yellow grade)

Spirituality: 10% (can be increased)

Characteristic: Bloodthirsty, builds up one stack of power.

"If my spirituality increases by eight percent, will I achieve a fundamental advancement once I reach one hundred percent?"

To Han Yi's surprise, the spirituality of the Blood Plum Blossom had improved considerably after absorbing the blood of a martial arts master who had reached the Energized Realm.

Although this improvement wasn't particularly dramatic, he subtly felt a closer connection with Bloodmepa and a greater understanding of its meaning…..

If we could deal with a few more martial arts masters like this who have reached the level of internal strength...

Han Yi's eyes lit up, a glint of light flashing in them.

He wasn't the kind of person who would go mad and wantonly kill in order to enhance the power of Blood Mepa, but he knew very well that in this dog-eat-dog world, no matter how low-key or steady he was, as long as he wanted to climb higher, he would inevitably face unexpected battles.

Although he adheres to his principles, acts cautiously, and keeps a low profile, he cannot be merciful to those who actively provoke and maliciously provoke him.

Therefore, any method that can improve one's strength is a good method as long as it does not violate one's conscience. Rather than wasting it, it is better to use it as nourishment for the advancement of Blood Plum, which can also be regarded as settling the cause and effect entanglement caused by the other party's provocation.

Han Yi didn't have that kind of psychological fastidiousness. Since they were all enemies, it didn't matter much how they died.

Thinking of this, Han Yi glanced again at the Blood Plum Cloth that had been frantically drinking blood just now.

At this moment, the Blood Plum Cloth had absorbed all the blood and qi in Leng Wuchang's body. It seemed to have absorbed enough and was lazily stuck to the wound.

He approached and saw that Leng Wuchang's corpse, judging from the head alone, had no flesh or blood. The skin was a ghastly white, like stone, and even had cracks like broken porcelain.

"Sigh, a demonic artifact, truly worthy of being called a demonic artifact..." Han Yi sighed, but even as a demonic artifact, he didn't entertain the thought of abandoning the Blood Plum Blossom Handkerchief. Before his death, Leng Wuchang had bitterly cursed the bloodthirsty nature of the Blood Plum Blossom Handkerchief in Han Yi's hands, saying it was like the work of a demon. But whether it's good or evil, good or bad, depends on the purpose of its use. If Han Yi only uses the Blood Plum Blossom Handkerchief to deal with evil people, then it naturally cannot be considered evil.

In other words, weapons are neither good nor evil. Swords are righteous in the hands of a chivalrous person, but evil in the hands of a bandit. The key is whether the user is good or bad!

As the saying goes, it doesn't matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat!

Ultimately, the Blood Phantom is just a weapon; if used properly, it can certainly play an important role!

buzz~

Seemingly sensing Han Yi's approach, the Blood Plum Blossom Handkerchief trembled again, a surge of joy and excitement emanating from it.

"Is this what bloodlust is?"

Han Yi channeled his energy, drawing the blood plum handkerchief into his hand. Surprisingly, despite being soaked in blood for a long time, the white handkerchief remained as clean as ever.