Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 289 Self-created martial arts? Anyone can do it! Behold the Overlord Spear!
Dragons are auspicious symbols in the world, while jiao (a type of dragon) is a great scourge to humankind

Deep within that cold, dark abyss, a pair of enormous eyes are staring down at the crowd. Despite their threats and killings today, if it were to cross the Dragon Gate, most of these people would have to bow down and worship it the next time they encountered it.

The principles of being human and being a demon are not much different. The most crucial thing is whether it can overcome this tribulation. Only those who leap over the Dragon Gate have the right to speak.

A black dragon, over ten zhang long, slowly revealed its majestic outline.

Although it was deep in the cold pool, it was very familiar with every plant and tree there, and it could even sense the presence of other creatures of the same kind within a radius of dozens of miles.

Or rather, they are no longer considered to be of the same kind; snakes and insects are worlds apart from them.

Many positions in this world are predetermined.

It transformed into a dragon here, and the entire province could no longer accommodate any other dragons. Only when it made room could other snakes and insects have a chance. The great rivers and lakes no longer had a place for it; it had to borrow the moisture of heaven and earth to return to the sea in order to find a place.

The ocean is vast; only after entering the sea can one truly leap over the Dragon Gate and break free from the constraints of the world.

A hissing sound of snakes came from all around.

Before long, a dozen or so black snakes emerged from the underground currents. Their cold eyes were devoid of consciousness, indicating that they were not demons, but rather strange beasts that the creature had cultivated using secret methods. They looked somewhat similar to jiao (a type of dragon), and their size was also enormous.

The black dragon swam around and came to a stone wall that resembled a shrine. It spoke in human language, "Grand Master."

"If I can escape this predicament and transform into a dragon, I will definitely seek out a place overseas to inherit the Mohist arts."

What it learned and practiced were all demonic arts and sorcery, but what it refined upon entering the Dao was Mozi's "anti-fatalism," which was proposed in response to the Confucian ideas of "destiny" and the concept of social hierarchy, advocating the idea that human will can overcome fate and that everything depends on human effort.

The Mohist school is known for its ideas such as universal love, non-aggression, meritocracy, and conformity. The anti-fatalism approach is considered somewhat unorthodox, and very few people use it as the foundation for their spiritual path.

Besides, what do demons know about the various schools of thought? They've simply refused to accept their fate and have continued to this day.

But how can a creature like a snake or insect, which desires to transform into a dragon, accept its fate?
The shrine remained unresponsive, as if everything it did was merely wishful thinking.

The black dragon didn't care. It opened its mouth and swallowed something in front of the shrine. Then, its figure tumbled and dived into the dark abyss. In a short while, the underground spring gushed out and merged with the mountain torrents that gathered from all sides. Then, more than a dozen black snakes rushed out and spread out in all directions like lines of ink.

A murderous intent arose from the ground; dragons and snakes rose from the land.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder raged, and amidst the torrential rain and strong winds, enormous creatures surged from the Dragon Pool, causing flash floods to erupt instantly. Some unlucky souls were swept into the mudslides, and those with slightly weaker agility were buried alive on the spot.

"coming!"

"A dragon has been born!"

The rain poured down, and visibility was almost zero a few feet away. One after another, ferocious black snakes emerged from the underground abyss, their eyes filled with bloodlust. Suddenly, screams of agony came from all around as people were being strangled by the giant pythons, their bones and muscles shattered.

"Why are there so many giant snakes?"

Which one is the dragon?

Whether they came prepared or just to watch the spectacle, everyone nearby suffered. At this moment, a huge creature emerged from the depths of the cold pool, propelled by the water flow. Its dragon scales, like ink paintings, undulated in the mountain torrent, and it was soon discovered by the crowd.

—Ink Dragon (Transformation) (Six-Star Silver Gray)!

Some people couldn't resist taking action yet.

Numerous hidden weapons flew out, and a master swordsman unleashed a sharp sword aura that struck the three thousand streams of water, forcefully cleaving the mountain torrent in two.

Rumble!
Thunder roared in the sky. An old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a gray robe, held a talisman and used his sword to draw lightning. In an instant, lightning flashed and a thunderbolt struck down. The dragon in the mountain torrent roared and did not fight back. It endured the force of the water with its own body and poured down with the current.

The dragon is not yet able to control clouds and rain, and if it misses the opportunity, it will likely be surrounded and killed in the mountains.

Everyone present had grasped this point and used all their methods, so they weren't worried about the dragon retaliating at all.

"Dragon blood!"

"Its dragon scales are broken, everyone, act quickly!"

In the distance, a man unleashed a palm strike from a distance, his figure treading on water, seemingly trying to retrieve scattered dragon scales. His words instantly enraged the black dragon. The water surged, and a huge dragon claw reached out. The man looked horrified and tried to dodge, but was instantly crushed into a pulp.

The black dragon swallowed the remains whole, took advantage of the opportune moment to burst out of the icy pool, and without looking back, followed the current straight into the great river, already forcing back many of the people present.

"Stay here."

With a roar like a tiger, Lu Shanjun's figure flashed and chased after the mountain torrent. Along the way, many figures joined in, some using the wind to form hand seals, some traveling thousands of miles in a flash, some crossing the void in mid-air, and some even using flying swords to break through the air, transforming into a pair of mother and child swords, trying to cut off the black dragon's waterway.

Although many extraordinary people have come here, very few are truly willing to risk their lives. Many are just taking advantage of the chaos to try and obtain some rare and precious materials from the dragon.

On the top of the mountain.

One after another, figures leaped into the air, but their target was not the black dragon that had already broken out of the dragon pool, but the dark abyss where it dwelled, for the treasures inside.

sizzle!
A huge white snake appeared. The place was now empty, as if it had made it its new lair. It showed no mercy to those martial arts practitioners who wanted to invade and seize the treasure. It opened its mouth and spewed out a sky full of poison, which terrified many people who hurriedly took cover.

“So many snakes!”

Some people knew when to stop, picking large Ganoderma lucidum in the cold, dark part of the Dragon Pool and leaving without looking back. Others wanted more, diving into the dark abyss and taking out several luminous pearls, which were clearly priceless.

The shaman beside the boy wriggled like a snake, but his target was not anything else, but a roll of shed snake scales. He wrapped himself in it and emerged like a snake.

"Friend, leave behind the dragon's shed skin!"

A long whip was lashed out, and the newcomer was a woman, tall and slender, wearing a gorgeous silver headdress, like a Miao witch. Their goal was clear: the snake scales and skin left behind by the dragon.

It seems that the black dragon deliberately left behind treasures to attract some people to fight over them.

"careful!"

"They are members of the Five Poisons Sect."

The scene instantly descended into chaos, leaving only the handsome young man on the mountaintop and Fu Jianhan, who was watching the spectacle with a wine jug beside him.

Fu Jianhan turned his head and said, "Young brother, aren't you going down to seize the treasure?"

The boy smiled but said nothing.

His lightness skill was poor; going down was easy, but coming back up was difficult. Besides, wouldn't someone deliver themselves to his doorstep in a little while?

Conversation room.

A figure soared into the sky, seemingly blinded by rage. Upon seeing the young man standing atop the mountain, he didn't hesitate and immediately unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons.

Without the slightest hesitation, the boy lifted a boulder with one hand and threw it at the man who had nowhere to get a foothold in mid-air.

Shakyamuni's feat of throwing an elephant!
The higher you stand, the farther you can throw.

The boy had no intention of moving; if someone was looking for death, it would be a good opportunity to send him on his way.

boom!
Blood spurts.

His bones and muscles were completely shattered.

Before the man who threw the hidden weapon could react, he was struck in the chest by a boulder, his entire chest cavity caved in, and he was lifeless. The treasure he had seized fell into the ravine and shattered into pieces without him even seeing what it was.

The boy didn't care at all; his purpose was clear: to come and see if there were any stupid heads and pick some off.

True energy surged.

After casually killing a martial arts master, the boy immediately felt a change in his internal energy, though it wasn't very obvious. It was just that a certain acupoint on the Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, one of the twelve meridians, seemed to be getting hot. There are so many acupoints in the human body that he didn't have the energy to perceive them carefully at the moment. He could only see that his internal energy bar had increased slightly.

The person he killed with the Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Technique was quite skilled in lightness, and his leg techniques, which were not particularly good to begin with, had also improved.

Rumble!
The boulder landing startled the martial artists fighting, but seeing the young man still standing motionless on the mountaintop, the others were relieved, though no one else ventured there.

From this elevated position, if the opponent were to launch a sneak attack, even a top-tier expert would be caught off guard.

If people don't come over, I'll go to them.

The boy looked up and saw a fight taking place in a corner of a cold pool in the distant mountain stream. It was a bright-eyed girl dressed in black, her swordsmanship was sharp and her cold aura was rampant. He didn't know what she was fighting over, but he could catch a glimpse of a precious light.

Disciples of the Xuan Yin Sect.

It should be that the beautiful woman in palace attire was a female disciple. When the Mo Jiao was born, the beautiful woman and Lord Lu Shan chased after it together, but her disciples stayed behind.

Dragons are incredibly powerful; ordinary martial arts masters would die upon contact with them.

boom!
The young man, wanting to repay a favor, used his "Shakya Throwing Elephant Skill" with ease, without even breaking a sweat. He picked up a massive boulder weighing over a ton with both hands, then lifted it with one hand and threw it at the bandits who were attacking the bright-eyed girl.

This is absolutely a bolt from the blue!

An old monster, wielding an iron crutch, was besieging the bright-eyed girl. It was unclear whether he was a member of a demonic sect or an evil figure. He was dressed strangely and surrounded by bandits. He felt that his group had the upper hand and was trying to force the enemy back because of their numbers. However, a strong wind suddenly blew, as if something had been thrown at him.

Without a second thought, the strange man slapped out with both palms. The next second, a tremendous force struck, severing his entire arm, spurting blood, and crushing him into a meat patty.

Other people nearby were severely injured by the falling rocks, and even the bright-eyed girl was forced to dodge in a sorry state.

Triple kill! The boy on the mountaintop seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and he actually lifted up a huge rock with one hand.

"not good!"

"Stop him quickly!"

These outlaws were all around the cold pool. The boy, like a basketball player, could throw his ball with perfect accuracy. Even if he missed, it didn't matter; he could always kill a few with sheer force.

Strong winds blew violently.

Fu Jianhan, watching from the side with curiosity, couldn't help but say, "Brother, if you throw this stone, the Shandong bandits will suffer heavy losses."

"Three of the Six Eccentrics of Jimo died at once."

"careful!"

"Someone has come up here!"

Several figures abandoned their search for treasure. One of them leaped from the right, his sharp claws striking the boy's back, while another, like a monkey, leaped up and launched several hidden weapons, which also enveloped Fu Jianhan.

Some people saw Fu Jianhan lend a helping hand and assumed the two were in cahoots, hoping to profit from the situation.

The boy remained calm and unhurried.

He casually slapped the large tree behind him, snapping it in two. Then, he swept the tree across with both hands, followed by a loud shout. The ten-meter-tall tree, like a spear, thrust through the air, sending the ape-like figure flying more than ten feet away. With a thud, the figure landed soundly asleep.

"Is this marksmanship?"

"What a powerful gun technique! It feels like military martial arts!"

Fu Jianhan, seeing an opportunity, couldn't help but ask, "Young brother, what kind of martial art is this? This is the first time I've ever seen someone use a tree to perform spear techniques!"

What's even more astonishing is that the boy could still "shake the gun" even while hugging a large tree with both hands.

What astonishing brute force!

Even Xiang Yu, the Hegemon of Western Chu in ancient times, was probably no more than this!
The boy swept the large tree in his hand down, leaving no place to dodge. The other person's expression changed drastically, and before he could react, he was swept away. The boy didn't care, and with both hands he picked up the large tree like a javelin and threw it directly out.

There are plenty of trees here; just break off another one when you're done using them.

boom!
The other person died an even more gruesome death; he was completely embedded in the cliff face and pinned to death by a tree trunk.

Upon hearing Fu Jianhan's words, the young man pondered for a moment, then said, "Overlord Spear Technique."

"I just created it myself."

He had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and while he knew nothing of martial arts from the martial world, his military skills were considered master-level in this world.

The young man's skills, honed on the battlefield, were straightforward; he would strike wherever there was an enemy, without any fancy moves. If this were martial arts from the Jianghu, it might be called a move called "Blood Battle in All Directions."

Fu Jianhan was greatly shocked.

Those seemingly ordinary moves were actually exceptionally fierce, radiating murderous intent. The young man even manipulated his internal energy cultivation techniques at will, displaying an attitude of "I can do whatever I want."

Lu Shanjun, a half-baked martial arts master, created his own Tiger Demon Fist. The young man hadn't even finished practicing any proper martial arts, but instinctively created his own Overlord Spear Technique.

This marksmanship is unpretentious, yet it is at least a superior martial art, because it subtly conveys 'intention,' making one feel as if they are on a battlefield of carnage.

"Could this be the legendary 'great skill appears clumsy'?"

Fu Jianhan felt that his past understanding of martial arts had been completely overturned. He watched the boy wield the spear and seemed to have gained a lot. He murmured, "The key is the intention, not the technique."

"Using artistic conception to control true energy, returning to simplicity and authenticity?"

What kind of Qi circulation method is this?
Do not understand.

The boy exerted his strength instantly. His true energy was in his body and could go wherever it wanted. There was no need to worry about it. Mature true energy should learn to move on its own. If you exert your strength and your true energy still doesn't go to the corresponding meridians and acupoints to circulate on its own, then isn't your true energy a bit immature?
This handsome young man didn't even bother to gather his qi; he exerted force in his body, letting his true qi flow freely, as if he didn't care whether he had true qi or not. Yet, the power in his every move was frighteningly great.

Stay humble.

When clumsiness reaches its extreme, it becomes great skill.

If Shakyamuni could throw an elephant, why would he care about all those fancy tricks?

"Thank you, sir."

The bright-eyed girl in the black outfit forced back the enemies, and as if she had won something, she lightly landed beside the boy with a light touch of her toes, like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

The boy smiled freely, his teeth shining white, which made the bright-eyed girl momentarily dazed.

This child is extraordinary.

The dragon's treasures were all inside the cave, but he didn't care at all.

The boy looked at the people fighting in the chaos, then turned to the bright-eyed girl and asked, "Is there anything else you want?"

"I'm here to help you!"

The bright-eyed girl showed a hint of surprise. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly seemed thoughtful, her expression changed slightly, and she shook her head, saying, "It is already a fortunate thing to be able to obtain a treasure."

"Thank you, sir."

The young man wanted to repay their favor.

At first, she didn't realize it, but when the other party spoke, she suddenly understood. If she asked for help now, this boy with superhuman strength would definitely help her. However, in doing so, she would have already repaid the favor, and her master would definitely be displeased if he found out in the future.

This bright-eyed girl was quick-witted and noticed that the young man acted differently from ordinary people. It was probably not easy for him to owe her a favor.

really.

The young man turned to look at Fu Jianhan and asked, "Brother Fu?"

"Are there any rare or precious medicinal herbs that catch your eye?"

"I will help you retrieve it."

The true energy within the young man's body can slowly increase as he kills enemies; treasures are merely icing on the cake for him, but others value treasures that can increase their power.

Fu Jianhan glanced at the other person in surprise, then shook his head and said, "I came here just to watch the show."

This guy seems to be a bit of a comedian.

Since he didn't want anything, the boy sighed softly, jumped down, and said, "I'll be right back."

not good!

That god of death has descended.

The young man's martial arts skills were not particularly advanced. After landing, he casually picked up a weapon, gathered his sword momentum, and thrust forward with a slashing motion. It was not like the martial arts of the Central Plains, but rather resembled the Japanese sword-drawing technique. One of the Six Eccentrics of Jimo was instantly cut in half, and the others around them were utterly horrified.

Weeds and roots.

"He's all alone, so let's all go together!"

These bandits formed a battle formation, displaying a degree of military strategy, intending to kill the young man through encirclement.

The two people on the mountain hurriedly followed.

But before they could even land, they saw the boy charge forward like a pig, beheading one person with an ordinary sword strike. Then, he leaped and flew, tearing out the heart and lungs of another person with his Tiger Fiend Fist. Formations and formations seemed to completely disappear in his eyes.

A combined attack technique?

This amateurish military formation was only good for bullying martial arts practitioners. The young man broke through the formation in an instant, killing three people and throwing the combined attack formation of these outlaws into chaos.

For the young man, charging into battle amidst a vast army was already a habit; there was no formation in the world that could contain his combined attack.

All the bandits in the Jimo area were killed in action.

The bandit leader whom the Six Eccentrics had invited to help them seize the treasure was also killed. With a flick of his wrist, the boy had somehow managed to snatch an Eight Extremes Spear. In this chaotic battle, every inch longer meant an inch stronger.

"Should we go down and take a look too?"

Fu Jianhan heard the sounds of fighting inside. After the underground spring gushed forth, many things were revealed inside, and water was gushing out.

At that moment, a whip flashed and wrapped around the rock, and then a Miao woman's figure flew up.

Overjoyed, she hugged a roll of snakeskin, only to see the three men freeze in shock. Behind her, a large white snake lunged out, spewing out a cloud of poisonous mist.

Those were the scales shed when snakes and insects transformed into dragons; this great white snake was determined to have them.

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(End of this chapter)