Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 225 Soul-Seducing Demonic Sound

Clearly, Huang Shanjun had also trained in leg techniques, making him incredibly fast.

As Huang Shanjun's figure was about to disappear from sight, Han Yi no longer hesitated. His face was ashen as he activated his Qianyang energy, stimulating the fascia and flesh of his lower limbs, and rushed towards Huang Shanjun at high speed.

Huang Shanjun, as a second-level martial arts master, has been immersed in martial arts for decades. His martial arts skills are comprehensive and unparalleled. Logically speaking, his speed and explosive power should be superior to Han Yi's.

However, Han Yi's Blood Plum Blossom Scarf struck his chest, causing him serious internal injuries, and the unstoppable bleeding wound on his right arm further affected his movement speed.

So, the two moved in opposite directions, one in front and one behind, one at a distance and one close, one chasing and one fleeing. Surprisingly, Han Yi managed to overtake Huang Shanjun despite being behind. "This..."

Huang Shanjun kept turning around to inquire about the movements behind him. To his surprise, his crossbowmen only managed to hold off Han Yi for three breaths!

What surprised and terrified him even more was that his speed was actually slower than that of his opponent!

I am a second-level martial arts master!

As the distance between them closed, he gritted his teeth, an unnatural flush appearing on his face, and his speed suddenly increased dramatically.

"Flying Swallow Kick - Gale!" Han Yi's lips curled up, and the acceleration effect of the Flying Swallow Kick was activated instantly, causing his speed to surge dramatically.

"Damn it!!!" Huang Shanjun turned around again, only to find that the distance between the two of them had not increased, but had actually decreased.

How could he not know that Han Yi must have also used a method to increase speed?

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! This was Huang Shanjun's last set of bone needle hidden weapons. He originally intended to use them to catch Han Yi off guard, but unexpectedly, he could only use them now to delay the enemy.

However, the hastily launched hidden weapons were far inferior in power and accuracy to the first wave.

Han Yi moved with the agility of a swallow, his movements light and swift. Then, his speed increased again as he caught up with the enemy.

Actually, it wasn't that Han Yi's speed increased, but rather that Huang Shanjun's speed decreased.

The internal injury, coupled with the need to use a lot of strength to temporarily block the wound in his arm, left him with very little strength to begin with.

Huang Shanjun, who had just used his martial arts skills and exhausted a lot of his strength, was already in a state of near collapse.

But as the saying goes, "Man proposes, God disposes," and "Misfortunes never come singly."

Boom!

The depletion of energy reduced the wound, causing it to reopen and resulting in a large outflow of blood.

"Damn it!!!" Huang Shanjun was covered in blood and his face was frighteningly pale. He, who was usually calm and refined, cursed out loud and vented his anger.

He stopped. He had to stop. If the bleeding wound wasn't treated, it might kill him!

"Just one step away! Just one step away! As long as I can get down the mountain, gather dozens of crossbow teams, and form an army..." He quickly took the hemostatic medicine and sprinkled a large amount of hemostatic powder on his wound.

He now somewhat regrets his choice of the second complementary force. Why didn't he choose the force with restorative and supportive functions, instead blindly pursuing lethality and explosive power, opting for the Mountain Explosion Fist...?

If he had practiced a technique that could heal injuries, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state now!

For so many years, he had lived a high and mighty life, long accustomed to being far removed from the life of constant struggle and hard work. But now, today, he was experiencing again that despair of being on the verge of death…

He was like a wounded beast caught in a trap, waiting in despair for the final judgment of the hunter!

After taking the medicine and sprinkling the powder, Huang Shanjun used his strength in his arm to plug the wound and stop the bleeding. Then, gritting his teeth, he got up and prepared to return to the foot of Peach Blossom Mountain.

He knew he had to return to camp immediately, mobilize his troops, and form a military formation.

Against a martial arts master like Han Yi, one or two small teams are simply ineffective; a large number of military formations are needed to distract and harass him in order to encircle him.

He mentally assessed the surroundings, gritted his teeth, and charged off in a different direction.

But he didn't head down the mountain; he went in another direction.

Given his current injuries, it would be difficult for him to hold out until he reached the bottom of the mountain before Han Yi caught up with him. Therefore, he planned to reach Huang Wei's main force. He hoped that with the main force keeping Han Yi occupied, he could recover from his injuries and catch his breath…

We will definitely be able to take care of this person!

But after running only a dozen meters, Huang Shanjun suddenly stopped and froze in place.

His gaze froze, fixed on Han Yi who appeared in front of him.

"Lord Huang, how have you been?" Han Yi smiled, seemingly in a good mood, and appeared to be unharmed.

“…..”

Huang Shanjun fell silent. He knew that if he didn't find a way to suppress Han Yi, he wouldn't be able to leave.

"The scenery here is beautiful. If Lord Huang were to perish here, it would fulfill the dream of father and son being able to meet again..." Han Yi said quietly. "Although Huang Zi'ang was timid, cowardly, and lustful, and ultimately attracted demons and died at their hands, having a father like you is a blessing for him..." Huang Zi'ang?!

Huang Shanjun suddenly raised his head and stared at Han Yi, then quickly glanced at the surrounding environment.

Black soil, charred remains, the fire burned half of the plaque, the words 'Peach Blossom' can still be vaguely seen, but the original red characters have been scorched black by smoke and fire, and the surrounding charred wood can barely be identified as a wooden fence.

In the chase, the two unknowingly found themselves near Peach Blossom Village…

"Was it really done by demons?" Huang Shanjun's voice was hoarse and no longer sharp; he seemed to believe Han Yi's explanation.

That's true. Now that things have come to this point, Han Yi really doesn't need to lie to him anymore.

“Yes, unfortunately, as I said from the beginning, this is a misunderstanding…” Han Yi stared at Huang Shanjun, who looked quite disheveled.

“We could have avoided this pointless fight…” he sighed.

If Huang Shanjun hadn't been so aggressive from the beginning, determined to kill Han Yi, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.

“Then let’s settle this now, shall we?” Huang Shanjun suddenly spoke up. “I see that you are only a first-level martial artist, and if you want to become a second-level martial artist, you need to cultivate complementary strengths.”

"My Huang family embraces all kinds of breakthrough techniques, secret skills, and martial arts; you can choose whatever you like. What do you say?"

Han Yi didn't speak, but just stared at Huangshan Jun not far away.

This previously aggressive and highly skilled martial artist now clearly showed signs of cowardice and a desire to flee.

Indeed, being severely injured and greatly weakened, why would he stubbornly resist in a battle that is clearly difficult to fight? However, a faint hint of mockery rose in Han Yi's eyes.

Now that things have come to this, can the two of them still shake hands and make peace, and coexist peacefully?

Impossible!

Even if they didn't have any hatred in the first place, and it was just a misunderstanding..., Han Yi killed so many of his squads and several of his capable lieutenants...

Moreover, although Han Yi was not the murderer who caused Huang Zi'ang's death, he knew about the Huang family's transportation of contraband!

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Han Yi asked as a final question.

He has now severely injured Huang Shanjun; only one of them can survive!

Sensing the chilling killing intent emanating from Han Yi, Huang Shanjun's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He understood the principles Han Yi understood even better; those words were merely a delaying tactic. Having bought some time, and with the healing medicine he had just taken, his condition had improved somewhat.

Moreover, although he lost his weapon and suffered internal injuries, he was bleeding profusely.

However, he has advantages in realm, strength, and most importantly, secret techniques. If he fights to the end, he may not necessarily lose. In the face of battle, one must not be afraid!

Tap tap tap…

Han Yi, carrying the Xuan Tie sword, slowly paced around Huang Shanjun.

He's looking for an opportunity!

Looking for an opportunity to strike decisively!

He held the Xuan Tie sword upside down, his aura was barely visible, and he was extremely clumsy and awkward, like a novice who had just learned how to use a sword.

One zhang is ten chi, five chi is one bu, and five zhang is ten bu.

For a rare moment, Han Yi's mind went blank and he was lost in thought. At that moment, all he could think about was the sword in his hand!

But Huang Shanjun, seeing Han Yi's utterly ridiculous sword-wielding posture, dared not be careless in the slightest...

He had a strange intuition since childhood, an intuition that was incredibly accurate. It helped him evade several assassination attempts and defeat several powerful enemies, which led to his current status.

His intuition told him that he was about to encounter a great crisis and danger, a special feeling he had only experienced when he was still an ordinary martial artist but was attacked by a martial arts master.

Huang Shanjun took a deep breath and suddenly pressed several acupoints about two inches below his throat with his left hand.

"Kid, let me tell you what a true martial arts master is. A martial arts master needs martial arts skills, internal strength, and secret techniques—all three are indispensable!"

He suddenly tilted his head back, and all the strength in his body rapidly gathered and flowed.

"Soul-capturing demonic sound!!!"

He gathered all his strength at his throat, forming an invisible ring that made his neck appear larger. Whoosh!

Just then, Han Yi seemed to have discovered an opening and charged forward, brandishing his Xuan Tie sword. His swordplay was utterly ridiculous, devoid of any killing intent, like an old farmer on a field ridge, swinging his shovel again and again.

Roar! ! !

Huang Shanjun's momentum had reached its peak, and suddenly, he opened his mouth and roared in Han Yi's direction.

In an instant, a shockwave expanded outwards, causing the air to vibrate and shattering pebbles and snow. All tangible and intangible matter was no different from blank paper in the face of this shockwave.

This inhuman roar, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, instantly covered the surrounding 360-degree space with no blind spots, centered on Huangshan Jun.

The sound waves were incredibly fast; before Han Yi could even reach Huang Shanjun, they struck him in the blink of an eye, causing his entire body to go numb and his blood to churn. "Five steps!"

But Han Yi seemed to have lost all sense of awareness, and continued to charge towards Huangshan Jun with unwavering determination. His seemingly flawed sword moves were even shaken crooked by the roar.

Roar! ! !

At this moment, the ring at Huangshan Jun's throat dissipated, and the second ring quickly condensed and grew larger.

A second roar followed immediately.

The sound waves rippled outwards from him, like waves on water, extending in all directions to form visible sound waves. Within a range of hundreds of meters, all areas were filled with his earth-shattering roar.

Large swaths of white snow, soil, and gravel floated up, all trembling slightly.

Countless withered branches and leaves fell from the branches.

"Three steps!!!" Blood spilled from Han Yi's mouth and nose. That's how sonic attacks work; the damage decreases significantly at a distance, but increases exponentially as the distance gets closer.

But his steps were firm, and he continued without stopping, pouring all his strength into the Xuan Tie sword, yet there was not a trace of fierce killing intent; instead, he became even more restrained.

As the sword struck, Huang Shanjun remained unmoved. Before the second sonic wave had even subsided, he was already preparing the third.

One wave has not yet stopped, another wave rises.

At this moment, Huang Shanjun disregarded everything, his wounds reopened and bled again, and he gathered all his strength, roaring with all his might.

This time, however, he didn't shout indiscriminately. Instead, he focused his sound waves and aimed them only at Han Yi's direction.

Roar! ! !

A sonic wave, even more powerful than the previous two, coalesced into a fan shape and pierced directly into the area where Han Yi was located. This third Soul-Sealing Demonic Sound was far more powerful than the previous two sonic roars!

"step…..."

At this moment, Han Yi felt dizzy from the shock, his limbs were weak, and a lot of blood was flowing from his seven orifices, but he still managed to rush in with difficulty.

As Huangshan Jun took his final step away, wisps of sword intent began to emanate from the Xuan Tie Sword.

"kill!!!"

The two shouted at the same time, their words filled with nothing but murderous intent towards each other.

That's how the martial arts world is; what started as a misunderstanding can end in a life-or-death struggle.

Huang Shanjun transformed his left hand into a sword and slashed fiercely at Han Yi's neck. He was confident that after these three roars, no one could resist the dizzying effect.

When Huang Shanjun was young, he and his companions accidentally found a hidden treasure cave left by their predecessors. The Soul-Capturing Demonic Sound was a special sonic technique left by their predecessors in the cave.

Secret techniques are not the same as martial arts methods. They cannot be used to cultivate internal strength, nor are they martial arts skills. They do not involve proficiency or lack of continuous movements.

The secret techniques were developed by countless sages and predecessors who explored the meridians, acupoints, and flow of qi and blood in the human body, combined with the generation of strength, to train existing strength and allow it to exert various strange and wonderful effects.

For example, a martial artist can generate a large amount of force from a certain part of the body and unleash it all at once in a short period of time, or use force to stimulate the body's meridians and skin to greatly increase their speed, and so on, in order to increase the martial artist's means of fighting.

However, secret techniques usually cause some harm to the user's body. After all, in many cases, to achieve the effect of a secret technique, one must forcibly disrupt the normal flow of strength and blood, thus harming oneself and others in order to achieve the goal.

Therefore, secret techniques are rarely used, and once used, they must be effective immediately and defeat the enemy in one move!