The King of Curses

Chapter 250 Dragon and Tiger Fight

There is an insurmountable chasm between Cen Dongsheng and the special-class spell-binding masters today; but there is also a clear gap between him and the adventure spell-binding masters who are below him in level.

Therefore, he originally thought that he would not be able to find a few suitable opponents in the world that he could fight happily with.

Until this moment.

Cen Dongsheng realized that he had underestimated the people in the world.

There are countless spellcasters in this world, each with their own unique spellcasting skills; with the little experience he had before his rebirth, it was far from enough to cover all the heroes in the world.

So, Cen Dongsheng smiled and felt a little excited.

"Old man, you have some skills."

The corners of the man's mouth turned upwards, revealing his white teeth, like a ferocious beast that had set its sights on its prey and was baring its fangs.

"Who are you……!"

The opponent was no less shocked than Cen Dongsheng. The old man's expression changed drastically. His left eye was a cloudy gray-white color, and his right eye was embedded with an amber artificial eye. He was staring at the young man and said in a deep voice:
"Don't be impulsive, young man. We are not necessarily enemies. How about stopping first and sitting down to talk?"

"Cut the nonsense."

Cen Dongsheng's answer was powerful.

"You should have expected this when you involved us earlier."

He rolled up his sleeves, raised his arms back and pointed his toes forward, and his whole body was like a bow with an arrow on a string, ready to punch again.

The man's movements were neither hurried nor slow, as if he wanted the other person to witness every detail of his movements.

The air around him seemed to be frightened by his aura, like windows blown by a strong wind, making a trembling echo.

Lame Old Seven looked serious. He realized that the other party had made up his mind and was not someone he could convince, so he stopped talking.

The old man had actually been seriously injured by the blow just now. His already hunched back curled up like a dwarf. His height was shorter than usual. If you look closely, you will find that his feet have sunk into the ground up to his ankles.

Next time... next time, will he still be able to hold on?
Lame Old Seven is extremely confident in his attainments in formation. In addition to the super-large formation "Dragon Banning Method" that has stabilized the Dragon Court and allowed the entire city to operate to this day, he also has a "Dragon Swimming Method" that is specifically designed to facilitate formation masters to fight with others when they unexpectedly encounter enemies.

When performing this method, he only needs to walk with the right steps to activate the underground dragon veins to form a simple formation. There is no need to spend time and effort to lay out the array center and magic tools. It is an invention that transcends the vision of the spell masters of this era.

As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see; however, there are extraordinary talents and geniuses in this world who, even if their future is uncertain, can still make contributions that lead the times.

Even that man, the ruler of the entire ghost market... in terms of research and attainments in formations alone, was ultimately no match for him.

But he is old after all.

If a formation master wants to exert his full strength, he still needs the support of resources. Lame Old Seven was not confident that he could take on that vicious punch again.

But he did not run away. The lines on the back of his neck glowed red, and the shell of his bronze prosthesis blossomed, revealing the core inside that emitted an incandescent glow and was like a red-hot iron rod, which penetrated deeper into the ground.

In an instant, the light burned up, like branches in a dense tree canopy, spreading out, and the formation patterns expanded to form a large formation covering the surface of hundreds of meters in radius.

Once the formation is completed, earthquakes will continue.

The vibration was not limited to the inside of the auction hall, but quickly penetrated the barrier and extended to the outside world.

The markets, streets, houses...even the flowing underground rivers, all felt the astonishingly large tremors.

The perceptive curse masters in the ghost market could clearly feel the flow of energy in the earth veins below at this moment, and discovered that they were changing direction without their knowledge, rushing towards the same goal.

……

Located hundreds of meters below the underground river, in a deep cave.

A burly middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in the formation when he suddenly sensed the changes in the dragon vein and slowly opened his eyes.

No need to guess, this familiar skill belongs only to his junior fellow apprentice.

"Ah."

The dragon slayer sneered coldly, not caring at all, and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

……

Lame Old Seven inserted his prosthetic limb into the ground and used all his strength to perform the Dragon Swimming Technique while Cen Dongsheng threw his second punch.

This time, he did not hold back and directly used the "Tiger Roar" which combined two superpowers.

When attending the Jiang family banquet and fighting with two Class A sorcerers, Cen Dongsheng realized the "magic sorcerer" output level moves, which would overload the muscles and therefore could not be used continuously.

But this flaw was quickly resolved.

Ever since he defeated the Jiang Family's ancestor and obtained the Ape Demon's second superpower, Ruyi, he found that he could use the "Tiger Roar" with ease.

With Ruyi's blessing, he can master any skill invented by others or any special ability he awakens in a short period of time;
At the same time, the muscle fibers strengthened by the power of the "Ape Demon" have such elasticity and toughness that they are like the steel cables that can hold up a bridge, enough to withstand heavier burdens.

Therefore, the only problem is the consumption of true energy. Except that he cannot maintain this level of ability around the clock, Cen Dongsheng can be called a genuine "magician".

"Roar--"

The man hadn't even swung his fist when the wind started to blow. The marble floor beneath his feet sank as he stepped on it, and cracked like a spider web with his toes as the center.

The thick knuckles scraped through the air at supersonic speed, bringing up blue arc sparks; the muscle fibers in the right arm completed extreme compression in one hundredth of a second, and the ears could hear the crackling of each joint, like firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

It was the first time that everyone present, including Cen Dongsheng, had witnessed with their own eyes what a sorcerer could do when he was using all his strength.

……

The shadow formed by the white energy pounced towards the target.

The condensed shock wave was released in an instant, and the scream of a heavy punch piercing the sound barrier drowned out the sound of the crystal pendant breaking. The transparent waves spread like ripples, and were indestructible wherever they passed. No matter whether it was the human body or the tables, chairs and decorations, they were torn into flying debris the moment they touched.

The hall began to shake like a sieve, the floor tiles jumped upwards like lumps of cracked mud, and the cement behind the ceiling shattered layer by layer.

The terrifying destructive force was transmitted in all directions along the surface of the building. The steel bars in the load-bearing columns twisted like hot wax strips, and the exposed broken ends splashed orange-red sparks. The entire building slowly collapsed like a toppled domino.

In the eyes of bystanders not far away, time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and the dismantling process of the auction was like a slow motion in a movie.

"boom--"

Everyone heard the sound of the storm passing through.

The fist wind swept in like a tsunami, but Lame Old Seven remained motionless.

He is like a dark reef standing in the surging waves, or like an old tree deeply rooted in the desert. He looks inconspicuous, but he has unimaginable stubbornness.

The light under the old man's feet became brighter and brighter under the control of the "Dragon Swimming Technique".

The fiercely operating formation was as powerful as Cen Dongsheng's fist. It released energy and continuously dissolved the oncoming strong wind.

It is not easy to achieve this as an old man.

But unfortunately, for Cen Dongsheng, this was just the beginning.

"Tiger roar!" "Then...Tiger roar!"

Swing your special move like you pumped your fist with all your heart in the past.

The steel cable-like muscle fibers vibrate at a high frequency, bulging into a strong outline under the skin, violent reactions wandering in the neural network, and the heart pumps out boiling plasma, galloping through the blood vessels like a wild horse.

Punch, punch, and punch again.

Should we say that his fighting style was fixed from the beginning? Cen Dongsheng once complained that he felt that his awakened ability added all the points to his physical fitness, which resulted in him being able to only rely on fists and feet;
Later, he first mastered "Controlling the Wind" and then comprehended "Tiger Roar" on this basis. The richness of his methods seemed to be far greater than before, but in terms of fighting style, it changed back:
Repeatedly using the same mediocre but powerful move, only with greater power and destructive range.

The man would not admit it, but he actually loved this fighting style from the bottom of his heart, which allowed him to vent violence with pleasure.

The unprecedented sense of release made Cen Dongsheng's whole body steam up. The sweat that was gushing out of his pores was evaporated into salt frost by the burning body temperature.

He felt that he was no longer a human being, but a machine—

A machine that is running wild, venting its energy wantonly, attempting to turn the world upside down.

The surging waves behind pounced on the waves in front, smashing the world to pieces in one breath.

The shock waves released by the three "tiger roars" rushed back and forth in the hall, and the white tigers ran freely among the crowd. The seemingly spacious hall, which could accommodate hundreds of people, could no longer contain the extremely violent gale and collapsed like a fragile biscuit box.

……

This scene was beyond people's expectations and beyond what Lame Old Seven could bear.

The light of the formation under his feet suddenly dimmed, like a candle about to be blown out.

Also, although Cen Dongsheng's three consecutive tiger roars were not aimed at breaking the seal, the aftermath alone was enough to shake the earth veins. The "gateway" that several top-grade spell masters could not break together began to shake violently and precariously, attracting the attention of all the spell masters from the outside world.

Lame Old Seven gathered all his energy and drew energy from the earth veins in the entire ghost market, and was able to barely block the first punch. He didn't expect that there would be a second and a third punch...

The old man spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his expression became visibly darker. His face, which was already covered with wrinkles, now looked as shriveled as a walnut.

The howling storm had not yet subsided, and he no longer had the strength to resist, while the other party was still able to do so with ease.

This young man's strength is so terrifying... Is this the gap between him and the top-level curse masters?
Lame Old Seven was very regretful.

When he first realized that the other party was from the Super Working Committee and was most likely the famous "Cen Dongsheng", all he thought in his mind was that the plan was about to be implemented and they needed to create chaos so that they could fish in troubled waters.

The dragon slayer is nowhere to be found, and the ghost market is in turmoil. This is the best opportunity.

Attracting outsiders to disrupt the order was part of their plan, because only a big guy with enough strength could stir up the turbid water of Shanyin Ghost Market.

The old man just wanted to think of one thing: that is, the "fish" he attracted was accidentally too big, and it was an ancient giant shark that could pull the fisherman and the entire boat into the sea, and he was unlucky enough to run into it head-on without knowing it!
If he had known this, he shouldn't have shown up today.

But Lame Old Seven was an extraordinary person with a strong mind and a strong obsession, and he was unwilling to be defeated like this.

Regret is regret...

Seeing that his old bones were about to be crushed into dust in the rolling waves, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and made a quick decision.

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"In the end, it's none of my business again."

Song Yutang stood on a high place, overlooking the shaking ground beneath her feet and the hall covered by the white storm. Realizing that she could not go on stage for the time being, she could not hide her disappointment and sighed secretly.

The moment Cen Dongsheng swung his fist, the girl immediately felt the change in the atmosphere and quickly dodged, avoiding the first wave caused by the "Tiger Roar".

And then... there will be no more.

Because the master's fist did not stop.

She had originally thought about helping her master clean up the minions and leaving the main battlefield to him; but she soon realized that even without her, those small characters would not be able to cause any trouble or even get close to him...

"Can I really find my own value in this team?"

Such thoughts emerged in Song Yutang's mind uncontrollably, but she quickly shook her head and tried to suppress such pessimistic thoughts.

Don't give up on yourself.

If she gave up like this, she would really become a useless person.

Song Yutang suddenly remembered that his master said that he took action just to catch that Lame Old Seven, and he was always keeping his eyes on that one target.

The aftermath of the tiger's roar was indeed severe, and the invaders were almost dead, but there was still one person who might not be killed so easily -

The man she had knocked away at the beginning, the leader of the leatherworker lineage, she remembered his name was...

"Senior, help me keep an eye on Scar Boss's location."

"clear."

With the help of his partners, Song Yutang quickly locked on the target.

He protected his whole body with his hands, curled up into a ball, and hid in a pit.

Still alive!

Song Yutang narrowed his eyes and fell lightly from the air.

……

The fist that turned into lightning passed through the smoke raised by the shock wave and quickly approached someone from behind.

"what?!"

Before Scar Boss could react, she felt a burning pain in her back and lightning invaded her body, paralyzed and freezing in place.

There was a piercing pain at the back of my head, and my hair stood up due to the electric charge.

At this critical moment, Scar Boss's skin automatically fell off like a snake shedding its skin. He regained his ability to move, leaped forward, and avoided the thundering attack behind him.

"Damn woman!"

He immediately recognized her as the girl he had fought with at the beginning.

Although the uncatchable speed of movement and the rapid lightning showed that the opponent was very powerful and should not be underestimated, Scar Boss still breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

At least, he was not being targeted by that monster.

This was the first time for him, a proud man, to feel fortunate for being looked down upon.

First force the guy in front of you to retreat, and then find an opportunity to escape.

Scar Boss made the decision in an instant. He didn't have time to care about the lives of his companions and subordinates.

The lightning roared again, and just as he was about to act—

"This is……?!"

Scar Boss's body froze in place again, unable to move. Lines quickly appeared and disappeared on his skin; after a few breaths, his entire body was enveloped in blazing light, unrecognizable...

(End of this chapter)