The King of Curses

Chapter 114 Captive
Guo Cui'e could hardly believe her eyes.

She saw with her own eyes that the aura of the man in the golden hat had increased dramatically. The woman didn't know that this was the so-called "divine fighting technique", which could consume one's own potential to summon the gods to possess one - she only knew that if the other party had shown this power when attacking the bar, she might have given up resistance long ago.

But this man's imposing manner only lasted for a moment, and suddenly he froze; then the young man suddenly stood up, swung the telephone pole with one hand, and knocked the man in the top hat to the ground.

The man's head was smashed into his neck, his eyes rolled back, and he seemed to have lost consciousness; but the strange thing was that his body was still moving, as if apart from his brain, there was another "consciousness" living in his body, and it had a stronger fighting instinct than humans.

Once again, he was hit by the electric pole and flew more than ten meters away. The man in the top hat fell to the ground, turned over, stood firm, opened his hands, and tried to receive the young man's attack.

But the opponent's speed and strength were far beyond his imagination.

"boom!"

The concrete pillar fell from above, smashing the man in the top hat into the ground, and the pillar itself broke into several pieces due to the huge recoil effect generated by the collision between the two.

The young man threw the "weapon" away, jumped up, and smashed down with his fists.

The man in the top hat, who was in a state of possession by a god, tried to dodge, but as soon as he thought about it, a violent mental storm swept over him, and his brain went blank again. His body still instinctively raised his hands to try to block the attack.

"Boom!"

He did manage to block it, and all the bones in his body were creaking under the violent impact; the powerful true Qi blocked his movements from top to bottom, making the man like a demon sealed in a golden bowl, with a drumstick hitting it wildly outside, and the surging force crashed back and forth in this narrow space, shaking his brain into a mess.

"Boom boom boom——"

Cen Dongsheng's attack did not end there. He was in a high position with his feet off the ground. His fists and palms turned into a phantom and kept chopping down, like a pile driver on a construction site, smashing his opponent into the ground little by little.

The depressions at the feet of the man in the top hat became deeper and deeper, from his feet being only an inch above the ground to half of his legs being buried in the soil; the "god" residing in his body tried to resist, but was unable to escape this violent rhythm and could only endure the beating in frustration.

The cracks continued to expand until they covered the entire road surface. The ground undulated like waves on the sea, and the buildings near the road shook as if they were experiencing an eight-magnitude earthquake.

The golden light on the man in the top hat gradually dimmed, his muscles and bones gradually withered, and the power of the gods gradually disappeared into the air...

……

When the other party used the third spell, Cen Dongsheng finally recognized this person.

He had previously commented in his heart that if this person had not died, he would at least be a top-class spell-binding master in the future; but now he had to admit that he had underestimated the other party.

The future achievements of the man in the top hat can make him a hero. He is a magical sorcerer with a higher status than the average A-class and has a great reputation as "the God-beater Wang Wu". Even soldiers like Cen Dongsheng in the opposite camp have heard of this great man.

The so-called "art of divine fighting" is, in principle, a folk magic that requires opening an altar to perform rituals, offering sacrifices, and worshiping gods or martial arts spirits with outstanding martial arts skills, and asking them to possess the body.

The divine fighting itself is not a very high level of kung fu, but a life-saving method taught by a master to his apprentice for self-defense. It is simple to get started with, and if used improperly it is very dangerous, at the very least it will cause damage to one's mind, and at worst it may result in death. The most unacceptable thing is that this technique will consume a person's potential and will be greatly detrimental to future practice.

But Wang Wu had another way. Not only did he upgrade his own magical fighting skills, which were originally only at the B-level to the A-level, he also opened up a path that was unprecedented in history.

The traditional art of fighting with gods often involves asking for help from famous gods like Guan Gong, or asking the ancestors to send their spirits down to earth; but Wang Wu was ingenious and used this technique to invite the leader of the Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals - the King of Descending Spirits himself.

Compared to the illusory god of incense, the "ancestor" level spell master can be called a true god on earth. Based on this image, the effect of the divine attack is far superior to that of the predecessors.

At that time, Wang Wu was equivalent to a clone who possessed a small part of the power of the King of Spirits. He made a great name for himself by relying on this hidden skill.

But the future is not here yet.

The King of Spirits is not yet the King of Spirits, and Wang Wu is still just a second-class spellcaster. No matter how he struggles, the only outcome is that he will be beaten up by a former nobody.

The greatest value of this information at the moment is that it adds a bit of pleasure to Cen Dongsheng's heart. He always feels that his punches feel better.

——He is worthy of being called "God Beat Wang Wu". He is really tough when he fights. He is not as easily corrupted as most people, but he can't fight back. Beating him is like hitting a mole, which is very satisfying.

While thinking about unimportant things, he punched the opponent repeatedly until his neck was buried in the ground. Only the opponent's head was exposed, his breath was weak, and he could not move.

“…Dead?”

Cen Dongsheng didn't use his full strength, so he stopped in time, squatted down and knocked on Wang Wu's head, making a "dong dong" sound like knocking on a watermelon.

The other person's eyes were closed, and the golden light on his body was dim. The wisp of ethereal incense from the gods was beaten away and dissipated into the air.

Without the "god's possession", he would really die if the fight continued, which would be a pity. This person is worth taking as a prisoner, so it is better to leave him to Sister Zhizhen to deal with.

Thinking of this, he pulled the other person out of the ground with the mud on him like a carrot and threw him aside.

He and Wang Wu had not known each other before, and they were not in the same camp in their past or present lives. Although he beat the man badly, he felt no guilt at all.

……

Guo Cui'e just watched. As a bystander, she almost lost confidence in her ability as a spell-binding master at this moment.

She had never witnessed a high-level spell-binding master using his full strength.

The woman looked around and saw broken roads and crumbling houses. The whole neighborhood looked like it had been hit by natural disasters such as earthquakes and tornadoes...

In her eyes, Cen Dongsheng and Wang Wu were not so much "people" as they were two monsters in human skins making trouble. Although one side had complete control, it was also incredible that the other side was beaten so badly yet could survive.

In the future, Guo Cui'e will become a top-class spell master; but in this era, she is still far away from this goal. She lacks the corresponding knowledge and feels that everything in front of her is beyond her imagination.

In fact, the vision of most of the world's spell-binding masters is similar to hers, expanding amidst the escalating changes and disasters; the spiritual energy revival phenomenon in the "first wave" is actually an accelerating process.

In short, the woman, who had originally been thinking of taking the opportunity to leave, quickly gave up the idea and didn't even dare to hide. She just stood there obediently, waiting for the other party to beat the man until he was exhausted.

A few minutes later, a black SUV arrived at the scene.

The car window rolled down and Cen Dongsheng saw a familiar face, so he carried the two captives into the car and turned to Guo Cui'e and said:

"Get in the car."

……

The woman took a deep breath, feeling uneasy.

She had secrets of her own, and she didn't have time to deal with them right now.

Since the foreign invaders have been defeated and her subordinates are still in the bar, she hopes that nothing will happen... She has no choice but to obediently get in the car.

*
"The person driving the car is my colleague."

"I don't deserve it. Mr. Cen... is our superior."

Kong Yinlian doesn't have the courage to be on an equal footing with Cen Dongsheng.

But on the other hand, she knew that her boss had not made any arrangements for her lover - or rather, he had never considered giving this man a position at all.

To the boss, Cen Dongsheng is special and beyond the scope of her jurisdiction.

Kong Yinlian didn't dare to go any deeper into this topic and focused her attention on the captives.

However, she originally just wanted to change the subject, but after noticing the situation of the two, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

During this time of accompanying her boss, she has come into contact with quite a few folk curse masters in Tianhai City. Two-thirds of the registered ones are of Grade D, and their strength is just the level of awakening the Yin-Yang Eyes; the remaining one-third are of Grade C, and there are only two Grade B curse masters at present. This result is not unexpected. After all, the three-member group of Grade B she used to be in are already international masters in this field. Kong Yinlian has a good idea of ​​the scale and quality of the group of curse masters.

But she didn't expect that Cen Dongsheng would attack two B-level curse masters, one of whom was an elite from other regions with multiple B-levels. If things really got out of hand, the consequences would be serious, but fortunately they were controlled in advance.

With this kind of action, should we say she is worthy of being the boss's lover...

"I know. I will cooperate with your work."

Guo Cui'e behaved very obediently.

……

Wang Wu woke up once when he was caught and put into the car, but passed out again after being injected with poison; when he woke up again, he saw a shaking vehicle and iron railings, and found himself handcuffed and imprisoned on a seat.

This is a special vehicle used to detain criminals. The windows are equipped with wire mesh, the cells are made of closed stainless steel plates, and there are several surveillance cameras inside.

Wang Wu sneered. This level of control could not hold him in. The man subconsciously wanted to use his supernatural powers to break free. However, as soon as his true energy was raised, he found that his meridians were abnormally blocked, and he felt weak all over when he exerted a little force.

Wang Wu then remembered that before he fell asleep, he seemed to have been injected with venom by a giant centipede.

He could handle ordinary toxins with his superhuman metabolism alone; however, that woman was obviously a curse-binding master, and the poison had the power to suppress the flow of true qi...

Just as he was trying to figure out the current situation, a familiar voice sounded not far away.

"Any more?"

He was startled and looked up to find that the terrifyingly strong man was sitting in the chair opposite him.

The young man opened his eyes and looked at Wang Wu with a smile.

"…What else?"

"I'm asking if you have any other cards. Your subordinates just called you here, what about you? You should have your own superiors. You also mentioned the name 'Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting', who is its leader?"

Wang Wu sneered.

"Heh...if you ever get the chance to meet him, you'll definitely regret it."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."

*
“…I said, did you see it?”

"Well, everyone saw it..."

After narrowly escaping the disaster, several Tianhai University students looked at each other, feeling that they seemed to have witnessed an incredible secret.

The owner of this secret turned out to be an inconspicuous boy who had attended class with them.

A martial arts master or a city soldier? Since Cen Dongsheng's ability is not the type that can be seen at first glance, they have various speculations, but these speculations seem to be unable to cover the whole picture of the truth.

"He doesn't seem to be afraid of bullets..."

"Is this true? Could it be that he didn't hit the target? What happened just now? It was too late and I couldn't see clearly..."

But when they came to their senses, the man was gone.

"…Forget it, let's not worry about it for now, let's leave this place first."

Someone looked at the bodies lying on the ground in a circle and said with some fear.

At this time, an unbearable stench filled the air, making people feel sick.

"It stinks!"

"Stop talking, go away."

The students left along the alleys one after another, and only felt at ease when they reached the crowded and brightly lit streets.

Afterwards, they saw police cars with flashing lights driving into the alley one after another, and they parted ways with uneasy feelings.

……

Sui Zhiyong, accompanied by several bodyguards, walked to the roadside, ready to ask his family's driver to pick him up.

He was still a little frightened at this moment, when he suddenly saw a familiar face walking towards him.

"Shao Jiayu? Why are you here... You didn't go home?"

The girl covered her chest, her face pale.

"I, I'm scared, Zhiyong...can you let me go with you?"

Sui Zhiyong couldn't help but frown.

If a petite and delicate girl made this "Xi Shi holding her heart" pose, she might look adorable, but she is really not suitable for the role.

Shao Jiayu's appearance did not conform to his aesthetic standards at all. He now really doubted what happened that night. How much alcohol did he have to drink and how dizzy did he have to be to go to bed with a woman like this?
"Forget it. It's better for you to go back by yourself."

"No, come with me..."

Shao Jiayu grabbed his hand.

Sui Zhiyong frowned even more tightly, too lazy to bother with this woman, so he said to the bodyguard beside him:

"Take her away quickly..."

He stopped talking suddenly.

He found that the men around him all seemed to have turned into sculptures, with lifeless eyes, standing there blankly.

"What, what's going on?"

Sui Zhiyong immediately realized that something was wrong. He wanted to escape, but it was too late.

"follow me."

Shao Jiayu's voice became increasingly hoarse, and her pupils turned pure black. The moment he looked into her eyes, Sui Zhiyong's eyes also became dazed.

……

A few minutes later, Shao Jiayu held Sui Zhiyong's neck, like leading a dog, and walked in the alley filled with darkness, one in front and one behind.

They could see a fire truck parked on the side of the road in the distance, but no one was there. The fire on the street had been extinguished, and the buildings were blackened by smoke, but it seemed that the damage caused by the fire was surprisingly small.

It’s the Red Dust Bar.

(End of this chapter)