One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 114: 110: Eight Phases Secret Skill, The Domineering Dragon of the Blue Sky!

Chapter 114: 110: Eight Phases Secret Skill, The Domineering Dragon of the Blue Sky!

Bang!

With one punch, Su Heng dealt with Song Zhao Yuan and then stamped downwards in mid-air.

Accompanied by a booming sound as the air burst, his speed skyrocketed, and his form blurred—a dark, fearsome figure landed on a protruding boulder at the edge of the canyon.

"Huh..."

Amidst a prolonged exhale, Su Heng's brows slightly furrowed.

His expression did not look great.

Although he had successfully eliminated the White Deer Demon King, he had failed to capture him alive.

The White Deer Demon King's Life and Death Reincarnation talent could have been transformed into a meat field, which would have been a much stronger effect than the Wolf King.

Unfortunately...

Despite Su Heng's strength, he couldn't stop the White Deer Demon King if he decided to self-destruct.

"Fortunately, the White Deer Demon King had many subordinates. Gathering all these bits and pieces to make a flesh Tai Sui should be enough for me to cultivate the Skeleton Dragon Demon to perfection," Su Heng exhaled a turbid breath slowly, thinking to himself.

"The urgent matter... Huh!?"

Su Heng sharply sensed a disturbance coming from the distance and looked up with a surprised expression.

"This aura, Wang Xindong!? What is he doing here, could it be that he came specifically to support me?"

"And there is another person with a strong aura, probably the Deputy Governor of the Demon Suppression Tower."

"Both of them have been stopped..."

In the Transformed Dragon State.

It wasn't just a boost in strength and physique.

Su Heng's perception also experienced an all-around enhancement.

Even though there was still a considerable distance, Su Heng could analyze the battlefield almost perfectly through the air's force fluctuations. Of course, this was also because Wang Xindong was powerful and fought with wide, sweeping moves.

If it were those martial artists specializing in stealth and assassination techniques, once at a certain distance, Su Heng would find it hard to notice them.

"Let's go over and see!"

Although he hadn't been of any help yet,

As someone had traveled a long distance to put themselves in danger to help him,

Su Heng was grateful. Without further hesitation, he stamped his foot heavily and rushed towards the other battlefield.

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"Hahaha, Wang Xindong of the famed Demon Suppression Bureau isn't so much after all," Hong Jizhen, an imposing figure covered in ancient Sanskrit, roared with laughter, his eyes full of bursting bloodshot, "Well then, let me show you the power of my Bodhi Demon Suppression Skill!"

"Hisss—"

He took a sharp breath, expanding his chest and abdomen.

His body exploded into pieces of golden varnish, the golden rings trembling, making him truly seem somewhat like the fierce and majestic Demon Suppressing Arhat.

Bang!

Both of them fought in a straightforward, hard-hitting style.

Wang Xindong also did not dodge. With a big shout, he threw a straight punch forward.

The mountainous torrential force of both pressures collided, blowing up a wild gust. Invisible wind blades tore the ground, sending shards of leaves and petals fluttering in mid-air.

Both backed up one step and then stabilized firmly.

A full-force punch.

The result was a standstill.

"Enough time has been delayed, things should have already been finalized with the White Deer Demon King and Song Zhao Yuan," Hong Jizhen seemed rough on the outside, but having traveled extensively, he was actually quite meticulous. He made a quick calculation in his mind and immediately formulated a plan.

"Enough!"

Hong Jizhen transmitted his voice, "The mission is complete, let's withdraw."

"Right!" Lai Mingde answered hurriedly and chaotically.

His strength was slightly inferior to Hong Jizhen's, and he was up against Luo Shuang, a highly skilled fighter in actual combat.

After dozens of exchanges, he quickly became flustered.

His body also accumulated many wounds.

Lai Mingde's short legs stomped downwards, and his plump body flew backward like a meatball.

He wanted to leave, but Luo Shuang was not willing to let him off easily. With a fierce killing intent on her face, she lightly tapped the ground with her toes, her long body wrapped in a broad cloak, turning into a black light as she pursued him.

"This damned stupid woman!" Seeing Luo Shuang relentlessly pursuing him, Lai Mingde was both shocked and angered.

"Quack!"

He opened his mouth wide, spewing out a yellow-green poison fog.

But Luo Shuang did not dodge or evade; instead, her speed increased as she charged directly into it.

"Hahaha, truly a foolish woman seeking her own death!" Lai Mingde, seeing this, was immediately overjoyed, slapping his belly with his broad palms, producing a series of smacking sounds.

He was extremely confident in his lethal poison.

Even a Deputy Governor-level expert contaminated by it would be in big trouble.

At the least, they would suffer disfigurement due to the severe poisoning, regress in their cultivation level, and at the worst, they would die outright.

Huh!

But to his shock,

Lai Mingde widened his eyes to see Luo Shuang in midair, channeling her force into her cloak.

With a sweep and sway of the broad cloak, the surrounding poison fog instantly dispersed, forming a circular pathway. Luo Shuang's wheat-colored body sprang through like a nimble lioness, appearing right above Lai Mingde.

Her legs spread apart, muscles tensing.

With a forceful movement of her arms, she covered Lai Mingde's head with the cloak.

The latter had just conjured a poison gas that was immediately suppressed back down his throat. He struggled fiercely, but the cloak, made of some incredibly tough material, was extraordinarily durable.

Lai Mingde tried several times but not only failed to free himself, but also grew panic-stricken and revealed flaws in the chaos.

Puchi!

The hand axe traced a silvery arc through the air.

Accompanied by the sound of splitting leather, Lai Mingde's head soared into the air, a foul, bile-like blood spraying wildly from his neckline.

Barely a moment had passed since he had dealt with Lai Mingde, Luo Shuang sped up and charged again towards Hong Jizhen. Enjoy exclusive adventures from m-v l'-.net

"Fool!" Hong Jizhen whispered angrily.

He had only collaborated with Lai Mingde and felt little for his death.

"I am not a waste like Lai Mingde." Watching Luo Shuang closing the distance rapidly, Hong Jizhen scoffed coldly.

His arm swelled as it filled with blood, the bronze rings around it buzzing.

He threw a punch forward with a thud.

Luo Shuang flipped to land on the ground, looking down at her slightly swollen, numb arm with a trace of shock on her face.

"This man has formidable hardening skills, impressive!" Luo Shuang thought with admiration.

This type of martial artist was powerful in every aspect, whereas she had some unique abilities, relying on her movement techniques and combat experience to manage.

But she could by no means stop him if he wanted to leave.

"We'll meet again!" Hong Jizhen seemed quite satisfied with the surprised look on Luo Shuang's face.

With his hands clasped behind his back, his clothes fluttering, he laughed three times and turned to leave the chaos of the slope.

"No need for a next time; it's better you die here."

A cold voice sounded.

A shadow fell, covering the sky and shrouding Hong Jizhen within.

An immense sense of crisis crashed down like a landslide, and Hong Jizhen froze, daring not to move.

He looked down at the shadow under his feet, his face showing disbelief.

Hong Jizhen, standing over two and a half meters tall and nearly two meters wide, was a true giant among martial artists, known as a walking bronze wall and iron fence. Yet, the shadow behind him completely engulfed him, blocking out all sunlight.

Damn, what kind of monster is this!? Hong Jizhen turned swiftly, only to see a huge, dark red iron wall confronting him.

His face stiffened, his complexion awful. Inch by inch, he lifted his head higher, and then he saw Su Heng's sinister smiling face, along with an upraised palm as large as a wagon wheel.

Bang!

Su Heng's palm smashed down onto his head.

A sharp, terrible wail, like the cries of a hundred beasts, exploded thunderously.

Hong Jizhen's eyes bulged white, his facial skin shaking violently, the bronze rings on him jangling, unable to react in time—

Puchi!

His upper body suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving only his two robust thighs supporting his blood-drenched pelvis.

Blood gurgled out, darkening the ground.

"That was easy."

Su Heng shook his hand, circulating his energy to dry and rub off the sticky plasma on his fingers.

With a step forward, Wang Xindong and Luo Shuang simultaneously tensed up. Their muscles tightened as a guarded expression formed on their faces.

"Who are you!?" Wang Xindong shouted.

"I am Su Heng; we've met before," Su Heng said, somewhat bewildered.

"You…" Wang Xindong dryly swallowed saliva, looking at the almost four meters tall, half-human, half-dragon creature before him.

Su Heng's image flashed through his mind.

Comparing the two…

Oddly enough, he could see some resemblance.

"How did you transform into this form?" Wang Xindong let down his guard a bit, but remained puzzled.

"This is a secret technique I grasped from the Eight Phases Secret Skill," Su Heng was also surprised, "I thought everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau knew it."

"I…" Wang Xindong's mind was in turmoil, unsure what to say.

"The Eight Phases Secret Skill has a venerable origin, said to be derived from observing and emulating a world-ending dragon in Chantian. For regular people, mastering one or two of the genuine skills to perfection is already exceptional," Wang Xindong gave a wry smile.

"To grasp a secret technique, one needs all eight phases, which only Deputy Governor Li Daoxuan has achieved in the Demon Suppression Bureau. Among the younger generation, only Su Li has shown such potential."

"I'm also a rising talent of the younger generation," Su Heng solemnly reminded him.

"Uh…" Wang Xindong was speechless again.

However, Su Heng hadn't mastered all eight phases of the secret skill either.

He had only supplemented the first half of the Eight Phases Secret Skill, yet he had already developed deadly abilities like the Transformed Dragon State. Given some time, once he perfected the latter half and pushed it to its limits, what level could the Transformed Dragon State reach?

Could he really replicate the legendary dragon that could soar to the heavens and delve into the abyss, sweeping across thousands of mountains and overturning seas?

Su Heng was looking forward to this.

Hiss!

Thick smoke billowed from his body, distorting the air around him.

His armored muscles also gradually retracted into his body, his shape adjusting back towards that of a normal human.

However, halfway through the process, a cool breeze swept through the woods, and Su Heng's complexion changed, suddenly realizing something was amiss.

"Lend me your pants," Su Heng said gravely.

"..." Wang Xindong was speechless for the third time.

Meanwhile.

Luo Shuang seemed to have already guessed.

She sighed, covering her face with her hand.

In a flicker, she vanished from the spot.