The King of Curses

Chapter 196 Fight!
Sometimes, Cen Dongsheng felt that fighting with ordinary curse masters of this era was like bullying primitive people; if there was no obvious level gap, he could defeat his opponent by using experience and skills.

This is not surprising. Some methods that are considered "common sense" by men are advanced experiences in this era.

For example, the two guests upstairs. Judging from the tone of their conversation, they are quite powerful and may be old monsters who have lived for more than 200 years and have rich experience...

But their secret conversation was without any defense and was heard clearly by Jiang Yunmei.

Yun Mei has only recently mastered this special ability. As a top-class spell-binding master uses his spiritual perception to conceal himself, the information would not have been leaked so easily; but they overlooked one point, which is "sound".

People may care about the bugs in the room but will not consider being eavesdropped by the curse, simply because they do not realize that there is such a cursed supernatural power as the Clairaudience in this world, which allows Jiang Yunmei to relay their conversation word for word, revealing all the information and details.

Cen Dongsheng felt that it was a wise move for him to bring the future Miaoshenzi into the team in time.

If you come alone, it may take some time for you to notice the existence of the sorcerer; and if you want to get further information from them, it will be another hassle.

"Two demons who have deviated from human nature..."

Cen Dongsheng constructed their images in his mind.

A top-class spell-binding master? The conversation between them did sound more decent than the meeting just now.

But it was impossible for these two people to rebel against Sister Zhizhen. After all, they were still rats hiding in the gutter, just a little bigger.

Cen Dongsheng extracted useful content from their conversation:

For example, the reason why the two sorcerers are connected to the Jiang family is because the Jiang family has an ancestor who is called "Old Immortal" by the sorcerers. He is very powerful, but he was seriously injured a long time ago and is currently lying in a grave;
For example, this temporary alliance of demons and ghosts consists of four people in total, and one of them is an old acquaintance - "Human Master."

It was the Class A ghost that Cen Dongsheng defeated not long ago and escaped from the haunted house and acted independently.

These four people (ghosts) each have their own ulterior motives, and are all cold-blooded and ruthless demons. The fact that they can get along with each other on an equal footing shows that they are of similar strength, which allows him to predict the strength of the two guests of the Jiang family.

If it was a one-on-one fight, he wouldn't worry about losing.

……

Jiang Yunmei held the coat he took off, and there was still some worry in her tone.

"Teacher Cen, what are you doing..."

"This is a piece of clothing that was made for me by an important person, and I don't want to ruin it casually."

Cen Dongsheng said.

"Also, you have to leave this place quickly. I will try to keep the battlefield as far away as possible, but it will be difficult to guarantee the safety of bystanders if a real fight breaks out."

"……I see."

Jiang Yunmei looked around. The people in the banquet hall were still immersed in the toasting of the banquet, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

She quickly made a decision: it was impossible for her to rescue these people, and she would be able to do her best by saying a few words before the fight broke out.

"…Sorry, I have to leave first."

"Don't worry about it, you've done enough for me."

Cen Dongsheng grinned, already impatient.

"Then it's my job."

*
Cen Dongsheng walked through the crowd of people in formal attire and strode towards the second floor.

At this time, Jiang Zihao happened to be coming down the stairs. Seeing him approaching, he quickly forced out a warm smile and came over to greet him.

"Mr. Cen..."

He just uttered one sentence and couldn't speak anymore.

The man had already seen the main scene, so he was in no mood to continue playing along. He opened his hands without hesitation, spread his five thick fingers, and deeply embedded them into the facial skin, lifting Jiang Zihao from the ground.

"Ah...ah..."

The other party couldn't utter a word and could only squeeze out a pale and weak wail from his throat.

Such an unscrupulous behavior naturally attracted the attention of the guests around her, and all eyes, either surprised or panicked, were focused on her.

Some people wanted to stop it, but the first person to act was Wang Daoren.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing!?"

Wang Daoren was indeed an old friend of the Jiang family. He acted without hesitation. With one hand he made a gesture and a copper coin sword flew into the air, whizzing around him. The old man took two or three steps into the air, looking down at Cen Dongsheng with his eyes wide open.

"Let Jiang Zihao go! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. I will kill you with one sword!"

Cen Dongsheng was not angry, and of course he would not let go of the hand that was holding Jiang Zihao's face. The man just smiled and said:

"The Jiang family intends to use you as blood food for two top-class sorcerers. Jiang Zihao is the middleman. Do you think he should die?"

His explanation was concise and his tone was understated, but to Wang Daoren it sounded like a thunderclap.

"what?!"

The old man's beard trembled for a moment, and his pupils widened like copper bells.

"Run away quickly. The next battle is not something you can interfere with."

Although the man was standing on the ground and looking up at him, his attitude when speaking could be described as condescending; Wang Daoren was shocked, but did not completely believe it.

The banquet hall was filled with noise. Ordinary people screamed and tried to move away. Curse masters watched with different expressions... Wang Daoren felt that he had to stabilize the situation at all costs.

The flying sword flew like an afterimage, fast and fierce, like a bird of prey swooping down, slashing towards Cen Dongsheng's wrist, trying to force him to let go.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the old man, the copper coin sword hit the man's hand and bounced off, leaving only a faint white mark, as if it had not hit flesh and blood, but refined iron.

Taoist Wang was startled and was about to take back the flying sword, but he saw Cen Dongsheng stretch out his hand and grab the copper coin sword in his hand like slapping a mosquito; the flying sword trembled and could not break free, so it could only be held tightly.

"Pooh!"

Wang Daoren, who was one with the flying sword refining in mind and body, suffered internal injuries before Cen Dongsheng could take action. He spat out a large mouthful of blood plasma on the ground, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to make him look older.

The next second, Cen Dongsheng raised his leg and kicked Wang Daoren in the chest without any respect for the elderly or the young. He was kicked into the air, drew an arc, and landed heavily on the steps in front of the door.

"I told you to run away."

The man's voice reached the old man's ears from afar, and the copper coin sword, which had been deformed by his powerful hands, fell beside him with a clang.

Cen Dongsheng had saved most of his strength, but if he dared to pounce on me again next time...

Wang Daoren was stunned for a moment, then he got up from the ground tremblingly, picked up the copper coin sword, turned around and ran out of the door without looking back.

……

"Let him go...!"

Another voice came from above, this time that of a young woman.

Cen Dongsheng looked up and saw a sallow-faced woman clinging to the ceiling like a gecko, glaring at him fiercely.

She is Jiang Zihao’s girlfriend, the female spell-binding master named Zhuo Jing.

Jiang Zihao, who was being grabbed by the man on the face and couldn't even speak, seemed to have hope of living again after hearing her voice, and struggled and twisted desperately.

"I just said that this guy wants to treat all the guests he invited as blood food for the sorcerer..."

"I know!"

"Oh, so you are an accomplice." There was a hint of pity in Cen Dongsheng's tone, "Then do you know that he plans to offer you to the 'distinguished guest' as well?" Zhuo Jing's dark yellow face turned pale for a moment, but soon turned into a stern look.

"So what?! Let me go now, or I'll kill you!"

"so what……"

Cen Dongsheng laughed.

"I see, you've gone crazy."

"That's enough! If you just let go, I will..."

The woman wanted to threaten, but the man replied calmly:
"I won't let go, so what?"

Before Zhuo Jing could say anything else, Cen Dongsheng exerted force with his fingers, causing Jiang Zihao's skull to deform little by little with a creepy crisp sound. His body bounced like a live fish that had come ashore, but he was unable to shout out in pain.

"——Even if I kill him, what will you do?"

Cen Dongsheng was merciless. The next moment, Jiang Zihao's cheekbones and jaw were shattered together, and the internal brain tissue was squeezed into a paste like tofu dregs under the huge external force.

"Crack."

With a slight sound, Jiang Zihao's eyeballs bulged out, blood and brain matter flowed out of his nasal cavity, his body went limp, and he died.

The man casually threw the corpse with its entire deformed head aside.

"what--?!"

Zhuo Jing's eyes were bloodshot and she let out a sharp roar, her face showing a mixture of disbelief, sadness and rage.

But Cen Dongsheng didn't care. He just stretched out his hand and shook it off to clean the liquid off his fingers.

He knew that this woman was not someone he could communicate with at all, and her death was not a pity.

"You—are—dead!"

Sickly dark lines appeared on the skin of the female curse-binding master, like a demon, with the flames of hatred in her pupils ready to devour anyone.

Cen Dongsheng just smiled and waited quietly for the other party to make a move.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Zhuo Jing stood still with her head and feet fixed on the ground, without moving, only the deep hatred in her eyes was still clear.

Cen Dongsheng was feeling confused when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his internal organs. He covered his mouth and spat out a small mouthful of blood.

When I looked up again, Zhuo Jing's mouth corners were raised, revealing a ferocious arc.

"I see, 'Curse'... is quite interesting."

Cen Dongsheng stared at the small pool of blood. The vigorous true Qi in his body flowed rapidly and surged, gradually eliminating the evil power that was entangled in his internal organs like poisonous vines.

The curse is indeed a good way to break the body's defenses from the inside out, but Cen Dongsheng is not an ordinary person who knows nothing. He knows how to guard against all kinds of sinister means.

The curse seemed powerful, but if it was really to take effect, the conditions were extremely harsh. He didn't remember having any contact with Zhuo Jing.

Cen Dongsheng soon found out the answer.

"I have put more than 20 kinds of cursed poisons in Zihao's body. Once he is hurt by others, the blood he touches will trigger the curse as a medium. Over the years, it will produce an effect that exceeds that of a second-class curse..."

Is she putting a curse on her man? Cen Dongsheng thought. She really didn't know whether this kind of persistent love was a good thing or a bad thing for the other person.

"You can go die now, bastard!"

Zhuo Jing had a look of confidence that she had won, and laughed with her head tilted back.

"die?"

Cen Dongsheng found it funny and shook his head.

"It seems that you have no idea about the gap between you and me."

Most of the curse poison was blocked by his strong body without him even noticing. The remaining poison was not enough to erode his vigorous vitality and disappeared without a trace after being washed away by his true Qi.

There is indeed a certain degree of mutual restraint between different spells, but the premise is that the two are at the same level. In the world of spell masters, the advantages of rank cannot be eliminated.

Zhuo Jing obviously realized this. Her expression froze for a moment, and she murmured solemnly and in disbelief:

"You, you are probably Grade A... No, it's impossible..."

Cen Dongsheng was too lazy to listen. After seeing the trick, the only thing left was to kill him. He jumped lightly, and the whole person jumped up like a rocket, raised his hand and slapped Zhuo Jing.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound like slapping a mosquito. The female curse master was unable to dodge and was embedded in the wall. Her body could not withstand the sudden gravity. Her head turned several times and she hung upside down from her neck. The expression before her death was frozen on her face, and she was reunited with her boyfriend.

……

"tread."

Cen Dongsheng landed back on the ground with light steps.

At this time, the surroundings had become empty.

Two people were killed and one was injured. People at the banquet were panicked and fled, even the spell master was no exception.

Because they realized that this man who suddenly turned against them had the power to destroy everyone present.

No one knew why the Jiang family had provoked such a powerful enemy, but obviously no one intended to stay and help the Jiang family, and they all fled.

After a few minutes of brief chaos, the banquet hall was empty.

Until this time, the two "distinguished guests" upstairs finally arrived.

……

The pale-skinned foreign man looked around gloomily, and when he saw the bodies of Jiang Zihao and the other man, he said in a deep voice:

"You rude boy, the 'food' that the Jiang family prepared for us is now dead or gone. How are you going to compensate us?"

The man in black robe following behind him remained silent. A large number of tiny black insects like ants spread out from under his feet, like a richly colored carpet slowly spreading out.

"Isn't there still one guest that the Jiang family invited?"

Cen Dongsheng opened his arms and faced two opponents of the same level with a smile on his face, showing no fear at all.

"Hmph, are you going to pay it back with your own flesh and blood?"

The vampire stuck out his long tongue, his triangular eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Then it depends on your ability."

After the two of them finished speaking harsh words, they confronted each other for a moment, and the next second...

"boom!"

A fierce sound of wind rang out, and the spell-binding masters simultaneously burst out at an astonishing speed, colliding with each other in the center of the hall—

To be precise, it was Cen Dongsheng's fist that hit the vampire man's face hard. The shock wave from the fist penetrated his head, causing his entire face to tremble violently.

(End of this chapter)