Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 617 The Chase (Part 3)

As Zhang Ying answered, he rode his horse slowly closer from the outside.

"Behind? Didn't I tell you to personally capture the person and bring them to me?" You Shang said unhappily.

"There was a small mishap, so I rushed back first." The distance was gradually closing.

"An accident... What... You're not Zhang Ying?!"

You Shang's gaze sharpened, realizing something was amiss, but it was already too late.

Bang! ! !

Han Yi struck suddenly, covering the ten-meter distance in a flash, delivering a powerful palm strike to You Shang's back, slamming him off his horse. "A member of the Nine Curves Sect?! Surround him!" You Shang roared in fury, bracing himself against the ground with his hook-and-sickle spear to get to his feet.

"Grandmaster... is indeed different..." Seeing You Shang unharmed, Han Yi's expression also became serious.

His sneak attack seemed to have struck You Shang in a vital spot. But when he actually landed the blow, he realized that there was as if a resilient barrier separated his palm from You Shang's back.

This barrier is extremely tough and elastic; at the moment of impact, it squeezes, absorbs, and even directly rebounds into his powerful force.

Han Yi felt a slippery and flexible special force suddenly penetrate into his protective energy.

This force was like a living organism; it pierced through his palm and, once it entered his protective energy, it quickly adjusted itself, devoured others, and strengthened itself.

Han Yi's own heavy, cold Yin energy was like a dazed machine, only able to passively take hits.

This special force continued to devour, encountering only slight resistance when it pierced through, and advanced unstoppably, directly attacking Han Yi's physical body.

That thick protective force, capable of withstanding a blow from a thousand pounds, was as thin as paper in the face of this special force.

It's like a hot knife cutting into butter; everything it touches is easily crushed and devoured.

"This is the difference between true strength and mere power..." Han Yi was also shocked.

He had seen true strength before; Zhong Yunxiu had demonstrated it to him many times, showing how powerful true strength was.

But demonstrations are one thing, but this is the first time I've actually had the chance to experience it firsthand.

It felt like being wearing thick armor, only to have one section easily broken through, exposing the rest of the body to the air.

He didn't know if his physical body could withstand You Shang's true strength.

But what would happen if a master's true strength were to invade them rashly? No one could say for sure.

make a prompt decision.

Han Yi's full strength erupted like a torrent, gushing outwards.

call out! ! !

He seized the opportunity to pick up a long knife, mixed his true energy with his strength, and sprayed it fiercely at You Shang.

A layer of ice immediately appeared on the outside of the long sword, like a glass carving.

Bang!

With just a change of hands, You Shang wielded the hook-and-sickle spear, forcefully shattering the longsword in mid-air.

“Interesting, very interesting…” She stared at Han Yi and said with a sinister smile.

"A mere martial arts master thinks he can come and save people? What's wrong with you? Coming here to die? Or is it that you've taken a fancy to that old woman Zhong Yunxiu, making you so reckless with your life? Even Zhong Yunxiu isn't a match for me, let alone her disciple?"

"So what if I'm a martial arts master?" Han Yi asked calmly.

He picked up a long spear and held it high above his head.

puff!

The spear whistled through the air, appearing like a startled swan, and with a strong gust of wind, it pierced the chests of the attackers beside it, then pulled both of them off their horses.

"Can't a martial arts master kill you too?"

He looked up at You Shang and smiled.

"Haha... You really don't know your place... I, You Shang, have been in the army for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen someone so arrogant!" You Shang laughed wildly.

At a command, hundreds of cavalrymen advanced, forming a massive encirclement.

Right in the very center of the encirclement stood Han Yi, his face calm and composed.

Looking at Han Yi, who was surrounded by a large number of soldiers, You Shang carefully sensed him again. Only after confirming that the other party's aura was indeed that of a martial artist did he feel relieved.

Her years of military service instilled in her an extremely cautious and prudent personality.

That's why she was so careful and defensive when facing Zhong Yunxiu.

Until the very last step, without complete certainty, she would proceed with extreme caution, fearing that the other side might launch a surprise counterattack.

Especially when facing Han Yi, there was a person who claimed to be from the Nine Turns Sect.

But at this time, what reckless madman would dare to stroke the beard of the government troops, especially a mere martial arts master?

In addition, You Shang's true form, the "Red Spirit Swift," was subtly giving a warning.

She was worried that Han Yi was there to fish, or that his martial arts skills were just a disguise, which is why she treated him with such seriousness.

"Surrender... Don't even think about struggling... Otherwise... I might just give you a quick death!" she said sternly.

The red-crowned swift is a bird that lives on cliffs by the sea. The weather by the sea is unpredictable; one moment it's clear and sunny, and the next it's thundering and lightning—this is all normal.

Therefore, the Red Spirit Swift has an extremely strong ability to sense danger.

Having cultivated the true form of the Crimson Spirit Swift, You Shang naturally possessed exceptional abilities in perception.

"The military formation is quite impressive... The movement is measured and seamless... They are indeed well-trained..." Han Yi suddenly exclaimed in admiration.

He was surrounded by soldiers, with heavily armed guards in the front, spearmen aiming and throwing in the middle, and those at the rear filling in the gaps and mending the breaches.

"?"

You Shang was completely baffled, having no idea what Han Yi meant. "Unfortunately... it's not that you surrounded me... it's that you were surrounded by me!" Han Yi said with a smile.

"What?!" You Shang frowned, puzzled.

But then, alarm bells rang in her mind, as if something extremely dangerous was about to happen.

Without hesitation, she shouted and leaped off her horse, vaulting to the left.

Bang! ! !

Her armored warhorse, as if it were a toy, instantly shattered into pieces.

Strangely, the blood was completely frozen, not a drop flowed out, and at the same time it was congealed into ice and shattered.

"Hmm... The Grandmaster's reaction is indeed incomparable to that of a Martial Master..." Han Yi gently withdrew his fist and smiled.

"You...who exactly are you...?!" You Shang was terrified. This armored warhorse was rumored to possess a trace of dragon blood! Its physique was incredibly tough, with skin of bronze and bones of iron, and it seemed to have no effect on even chevaux-de-frise and logs during its charge...

But now...

Even she couldn't have caused such a terrible damage to the armored warhorse with just a simple punch.

Most importantly, this kind of speed and power is something that a martial arts master simply cannot demonstrate.

"Who exactly are you?!" She simply couldn't believe that Han Yi was just a martial arts master.

"Everyone, form ranks..."

She had barely finished speaking when she realized something was wrong with the surrounding area.

The considerable disturbance quickly spread throughout the military ranks.

"A wolf!! The wolf is coming!!!"

"It's a wolf attack! It's a wolf horde!!!"

"Run! Run!!!" Hundreds of cavalrymen were in complete chaos, shouting desperately.

Aww! ~~~

A majestic wolf howl rang out.

As if they had encountered a superior, many cavalrymen's horses knelt down in fear, unmoved by their masters' spurs, waiting to be killed.

Looking around, countless wolves sprang out from the dense forest.

There are big ones and small ones. There are fat ones and thin ones. There are white ones and black ones.

Different species, different similarities, and different temperaments of wolf packs.

They all followed a single will, their eyes gleaming with green light, and devoured the prey like madmen.

Han Yi was surrounded by hundreds of cavalrymen.

Surrounding the cavalry was an even larger encirclement.

Like concentric circles, they are all interconnected.

"How is this possible..." You Shang was equally flustered. "Who exactly are you...?"

"I'm just an ordinary martial artist... I told you, I'm the one who surrounded you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Yi vanished in a flash.

Boom! ! !

You Shang activated his true form and, with all his senses, finally caught up with Han Yi's speed, blocking his punch with his purple-gold hook-and-sickle spear.

"I don't believe... a... martial... master..." Her face flushed red, and the gun barrel was slightly bent by Han Yi's immense strength.

You Shang suddenly pushed Han Yi forward, and at the same time, he leaped backward.

A powerful surge of energy coursed through her hands, and the tip of the hook-and-sickle spear gleamed with a faint, ominous light as it hurtled toward Han Yi's chest.

Clang clang clang! Like the sound of metal clashing, Han Yi clapped his hands together, slamming the spear tip shut, his body unable to stop himself from retreating.

At the point where his palm touched the gun barrel, numerous sparks shot out like fireworks.

laugh…...

Driven by the wine cup, he left two deep marks on the ground.

"A mere... Martial Master!!!" You Shang roared, his entire body surging with pink true energy, already pushed to its limit.

The pink aura even condensed into form, resembling falcons, and automatically and continuously crashed into Han Yi.

"As expected... a Grandmaster... truly worthy of being called a Grandmaster..."

Han Yi finally understood why Zhong Yunxiu was always so confident.

They believe that grandmasters far surpass martial artists. Even if hundreds of martial artists joined forces, they might not be able to defeat a grandmaster.

The strangeness of the true energy within You Shang's body was beyond his comprehension.

The power he cultivated and processed was like a gas; under his mental control, he could freely release it to any part of his body as if it were his own arm.

But true strength is completely different. True strength can also be controlled by will, but it seems to have its own consciousness, capable of organizing attacks autonomously, and spontaneously seeking out the opponent's weaknesses.

So although their names both contain the character "劲" (jing, meaning strength/energy), they are completely different in essence.

It's like one side is a living animal, and the other side is all the fur, muscles, and blood that make up that animal.

One is alive, the other is dead.

One is real, the other is fake.

So it's obvious which one is stronger. "However, my greatest reliance isn't my internal strength cultivation..." Han Yi grinned ferociously, his body rapidly changing, muscles bulging, veins popping out, like a balloon.

"What I hate most is people like you who start mocking others the moment they gain the upper hand..."

He raised his hand suddenly.

Boom! ! !

With a loud bang, a violent gust of air rippled between the two men, and the sonic boom generated by the immense force made the ears of those around them tingle.

Men and horses were thrown into chaos, and the wolf beasts that were attacking the area were stunned with fright.

No creature dared to approach the battlefield where the two fought.

The immense force shook You Shang's entire forearm, leaving it weak and exhausted, making it almost impossible for him to control the hook-and-sickle spear in his hand.

She stumbled back several steps, and by the time she realized what was happening, Han Yi was nowhere to be seen. Boom!

Before she could even react, she felt the world spin around her, and a tremendous force came from her waist, sending her flying like a cannonball into a tree.

howl…...

She opened her mouth wide unconsciously, her mouth full of wood chips, her head embedded in the tree trunk.

Intense pain shot through my face; my mouth and nose seemed to have shifted, and my eyeballs were almost bursting out of their sockets.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, she struggled and fell from the tree, her body contorted like a shrimp.

“No…it’s impossible…” She used her hook-and-sickle spear to support herself and barely managed to get up.

In an instant, her Crimson Spirit Swift True Body was shattered, leaving her with almost no remaining true energy. Even the unique poison she had secretly placed around her had no effect. "Nothing is impossible..." Han Yi, over two meters tall, looked down at her.

His cold, yin-energy strength is indeed inferior to that of a master like Shang Shang.

But with the release of Qi and blood, and the violent, immense power gained after restoring one's original physique, things are different.

The force was loose, but with his immense strength, it was enough to unleash a terrifying impact that could shatter true power. It was like a piece of rubber, propelled by gunpowder, capable of being fatal.

The extreme power burst, bringing extreme speed and impact, can also allow the Cold Yin Force to break through the opponent's true force and shatter their true body the moment it comes into contact with it.

"You're too weak... I'm stronger than you. So, you lost..."

"Loss? What?" Seemingly provoked by these words, You Shang looked at Han Yi with disheveled hair. "Zhong Yunxiu said the same thing back then, and now even a junior is like this?" She quickly bit her tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the hook-and-sickle spear.

In an instant, the hook-and-sickle spear in her hand began to spin rapidly, its tip flashing a dazzling red light.

"Earth-Splitting Spear!"

The hook-and-sickle spear had turned completely red from top to bottom, its dazzling red light flashing like a shooting star from outer space.

"go!!!"

You Shang shouted loudly. Suddenly, gusts of wind swirled around the hook-and-sickle spear in his hand. The invisible wind was bound around the spear blade like ribbons. Accompanied by a piercing whistle, it slashed fiercely towards Han Yi.

"..."

Han Yi looked at the oncoming wind pressure and suddenly grinned.

"Is that a gun... or a toothpick?"