The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 502 Breathing Technique

The crowd first gathered like a whirlpool.

Then, they retreated like a receding tide.

Lu Guhong dodged the sweeping giant naginata with a powerful bridge move. Before he could catch his breath, the naginata, which was about to disappear from his sight, suddenly stopped, changing from extreme motion to extreme stillness as if there had been no process at all.

If it weren't for the strong wind that followed, and the bits of flesh and blood that were flung away by inertia and stuck to the handle of the knife, Lü Guhong would have thought he was hallucinating.

That enormous naginata must weigh several hundred pounds.

It was one thing for the giant to be able to wield it as freely as an ordinary weapon, but he was even able to forcibly stop the inertia of the naginata's swing in an instant with brute force—his arms were probably strong enough to squeeze juice out of the bluestone.

Even celestial beings are no different from ants in the face of such inhuman brute force.

Moreover, the terror of the other party does not stop there.

The naginata turned and suddenly fell.

Lu Guhong slammed his palm on the ground, using the force to turn around and barely avoid the naginata that was sweeping towards his chest. He then turned around and ran away again, using his disciple's body as a shield to see if he could escape the giant's pursuit.

But before he could dodge, a huge fist, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, slammed into his chest!

Bang!
With a muffled thud, blood gushed from Lü Guhong's mouth and nose.

But his face showed joy!

Although the giant was strong, he was not very fast. He relied on his size, the length of his naginata, and his quick reflexes to leave the giant with nowhere to retreat or block. However, with his martial arts skills, he could actually predict every move the giant made.

In other words, he did it on purpose!

"That's the punch I wanted!"

"This is my escape route!"

Lu Guhong laughed wildly, and his internal energy and the Gu worms worked together to heal the injury caused by the punch.

At the same time, he was also sent flying by this incredibly powerful punch. In addition, he had lightly jumped up at that moment, so he was sent flying like a ball!

Thanks to the giant's immense strength, Lü Guhong's speed was even faster than when he used his own lightness skill!
The giant's eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion.

"People from the Central Plains..."

Although Japanese martial arts followed a different path compared to those of the Central Plains, they were far less extensive. Furthermore, the giant was not "formally trained," relying solely on his innate brute strength and self-discovery on the battlefield to develop his martial arts skills. Therefore, he truly had not anticipated Lü Guhong's scheme.

Without the slightest hesitation, he leaped up and chased after Lü Guhong, who was flying backward.

At the same time, Lü Guhong finally managed to distance himself from the giant, even if only for a moment, it was enough for him to do a lot.

His gaze swept over the ground below, and as he passed a group of fleeing disciples of the Wild Goose Hall, he suddenly used the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique to land in the crowd.

Then, taking advantage of the crowd's cover and amidst the disciples' astonished gazes, he raised his hand and wiped his face. When he removed his hand, his face was completely disfigured.

Moreover, his body shape was changing as he ran.

Get shorter, get fatter.

Skeletal displacement, muscle twisting, and skin contraction.

In just a few breaths, he completely transformed into another person.

The direct descendant of the Ming Cult, skilled in disguise.

The profound technique, which even Li Miao could hardly discern, reappeared the year after the Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum.

Then, Lü Guhong suddenly jerked his shoulders.

His inner energy surged forth, shattering his torn outer garment and revealing a completely different inner garment. Moreover, the inner energy did not dissipate; instead, it continued to spread to the surrounding area, shattering the outer garments of dozens of people fleeing with him.

The tattered cloth fluttered like butterflies. The giant finally caught up, but his gaze swept across the area and he could no longer find Lü Guhong.

His eyes flickered again.

Although he was taciturn, he was not a fool.

With tattered cloth flying everywhere, how could he not understand that Lü Guhong was currently hiding among these people whose outer garments had been shattered?

But—which one?

Just as Lü Guhong had judged, his speed was indeed not fast, a fact the giant himself was well aware of. He only managed to "stick" to Lü Guhong by relying on slashes that could only be dodged and not parried, and by attacking at intervals far beyond that of ordinary people.

But he ultimately won by brute force.

He does not have the means to take someone's life remotely.

The fleeing crowd is still under his control, but as soon as he makes a move on someone, the rest will definitely scatter in fear and flee. If he chooses the wrong second target, Lü Guhong will take advantage of this tiny gap to escape.

If we release Lü Guhong today, given his ability to freely change his body shape and appearance, coupled with his martial arts at the Celestial Realm level and the absence of sect restrictions, capturing him again will be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The giant's arm, gripping the blade, slowly tensed.

The steel-forged handle emitted a faint creaking sound. When the giant shifted his hand, fingerprints were visible where he had gripped it.

He cannot fail.

For Japanese samurai, loyalty to their lord was more important than life itself. In Japan, even if someone committed acts such as patricide, wife-killing, rape, or abduction, as long as the reason was "to be loyal to their lord," they could immediately gain the understanding of almost everyone.

The giants crossed the ocean, abandoning their lord who was in danger, to come to the Central Plains in order to bring the successor of witchcraft back to Japan.

He must bring Lü Guhong back.

He absolutely cannot fail!

The next instant, the giant exhaled a long breath, an extremely long and rapid breath that seemed to have no end, until the giant's chest caved in deeply before stopping.

Then he began to breathe at a peculiar frequency.

With each breath, he inhaled a massive amount of air, and the air he exhaled from his mouth and nose instantly evaporated into a wisp of white smoke, swirling around his mouth and nose like a ribbon.

With this strange breathing, the giant's face began to turn red, and his skin wrinkled, faintly forming some kind of pattern, making his already fierce-looking face, like a Vajra Rakshasa, appear even more ferocious.

Suddenly, Lü Guhong felt a chill run through his body!
He had been keeping a close eye on the situation behind him, his vigilance heightened from the moment the giant exhaled. But before he could rationally analyze the effect of the giant's "breathing technique," his exceptionally agile "nature," which had been enhanced by his mastery of the Profound Insight technique, cried out in his mind with a hoarse voice.

"Danger!"

"Danger!"

"Danger!"

Instinct told him that if he continued to pretend, he would die a horrible death along with the others.

Lu Guhong turned around abruptly, no longer caring about concealing his identity. He suddenly unleashed the martial arts of the Ming Cult and then desperately smashed it behind him!

Then—he saw the moonlight.

No, it's not moonlight.

It was the giant wielding his naginata, and the blade's sharpness emanating from its tip.

Giants do not possess the ability to project their true energy.

But by some unknown means, he amplified his brute strength several times over, and his hundreds-of-pounds naginata broke the sound barrier, thus scattering air like a blade, covering a range far longer than the blade itself—enough to encompass everyone in front of him.

Including Lü Guhong.

(End of this chapter)