Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 292 Killing is simply a matter of practice. Taking them as dogs.

It was pitch black all around.

The demoness from the Hehuan Sect died too quickly. She never imagined that the handsome young man would be so ruthless, killing as easily as breathing or drinking water. There was no real fighting between them; he was dead in a single move, and there was no time to notify others.

Without him, only familiar with Seoul.

The boy flipped out of the window and silently crept into the shadows across the street. Even though the internal martial arts master was very sharp-eyed, he didn't dare to get too close and just held his breath and waited.

Hang up!

From God's perspective, everything nearby is easily visible.

The elder of the Hehuan Sect sat in the room drinking tea, with female disciples attending to him. A young man dressed as a Taoist priest looked across the street with a puzzled expression, then turned around and respectfully said, "Master."

"Yan'er has been gone for so long, could she have fallen into a trap?"

"Should I go take a look?"

The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. He didn't believe his own furnace would dare to use it privately, but since it hadn't returned for a while, he guessed something had gone wrong.

He pondered for a moment and then said, "Go and take a look with Yanxing."

"Be careful."

The two disciples obeyed and left, while the Taoist priest, his gaze cold, pulled a hidden weapon from his sleeve and followed silently behind. If the young man proved too difficult to deal with, he would secretly strike with a poisoned weapon to break through his defenses; the boy was too young to have any protective qi.

The two people in front quickly flipped onto the roof tiles, while the old Taoist priest hung behind, watching the front with a wary expression.

suddenly.

A sharp palm wind came from behind, and the old Taoist's expression changed drastically. He turned around and exchanged a palm strike with the person in the darkness. In an instant, he felt his blood churning in his chest, his throat tasted sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. A strange evil energy invaded his body, causing his true energy to become disordered, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

This kid actually has such incredible strength!

Even the most powerful overlords of antiquity couldn't have been this good.

The old Taoist priest relied on his profound internal strength to withstand the palm strike. In just one palm strike, the Tiger's Fury had already invaded his body. This was not ordinary martial arts; it had the methods of strange and unorthodox techniques. What respectable martial artist would unleash a palm strike carrying the power of blood and evil?

This idea is a real pain!
The old Taoist priest was so frightened that he didn't dare let the other party get close. In the instant he raised his hand, he shot out several hidden weapons. However, the young man was experienced in actual combat. He raised his hand and slapped down, directly flipping off the roof and even lifting the roof beams.

The wind howled.

A roof beam was swept across by brute force. The old Taoist priest forcibly gathered his qi and struck out with both palms, directly causing a shower of broken wood to fly everywhere. Before he could catch his breath and use his lightness skill, a tiger claw reached out from the darkness and was locked in the moment of contact, which shocked the Taoist priest so much that his face changed drastically.

"Dislocating tendons and bones technique!?"

not good.

A shrill scream rang out, and the old Taoist's right arm was crippled, the tendons and bones broken, and the entire arm twisted into a pretzel.

Vigorously miracle.

This boy possessed superhuman strength; a mere touch was fatal, and any contact resulted in injury. Despite his formidable internal energy, he couldn't gain the upper hand once the enemy got close. Lu Shanjun's Tiger Fiend Fist was extremely domineering; when he fought, the fiendish energy would enter the body, and the slightest carelessness would result in the mind being terrified and the flow of true energy being interrupted by the fiendish energy.

There are too many negative states.

The old Taoist priest had only taken one blow, but he was unable to fully draw his true energy from his dantian. This was known in the martial arts world as the "Meridian Interception Technique," a skill that was difficult to execute in actual combat. However, the young man's murderous aura was all-pervasive.

Could it be that we've encountered a jinx?

Seeing that things were not going well, the old Taoist priest was determined to leave. His figure was as slippery as an eel. He abandoned his Taoist robe and fled in a disheveled state, scattering a handful of incense powder as he turned around.

But before he could even fall from the roof, the boy had already charged forward, his legs springing and his body shrinking. His movements weren't particularly skillful, but his speed was extremely fast and his explosive power was immense, shattering the roof beneath his feet.

Dragon Claw Hand.

In an instant, the young man grabbed the old Taoist's ankle, unleashing a burst of finger strength. With a crack, his five fingers crushed the bone. The old Taoist let out a scream, spun around, and kicked the young man in the Tanzhong acupoint. An ordinary person would have been killed instantly, and even a skilled fighter would have been left breathless. But the young man only paused for a moment before delivering a counter-kick, striking the old Taoist directly in the groin.

Crotch kick.

This child is undoubtedly a member of the Demonic Sect!

The martial arts of reputable sects in the martial arts world wouldn't be this deadly. Before he could think further, the Taoist priest's eyes rolled back in pain. He forcibly suppressed the agony with his inner energy, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Fellow disciple, please have mercy!..."

"I am a Dharma Protector Elder of the Hehuan Sect..."

Click.

The two landed at the same time. Without the slightest hesitation, the young man smashed the old Taoist's skull with a single palm strike, making his head look like a watermelon that had exploded.

A faint light, invisible to the naked eye, appeared.

The true qi in the boy's body stirred abnormally, and several acupoints of the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian were directly opened. The flowing true qi became more and more active, starting from Yongquan on the sole of the foot and all the way to Dantian, like a rushing river.

"master!"

The Hehuan Sect disciples watching from a distance were terrified. The group that had reached the vicinity of the inn turned around and tried to flee without looking back.

They didn't know the man's true strength. Seeing the old Taoist suddenly die, they only wanted to escape and send the news back to the sect. If they had swarmed him and used underhanded methods, the young man might not have been able to defeat them. But now these people had lost their courage, and fighting them again would have been pure suicide.

Without the slightest hesitation, the young man smashed the old Taoist's head with a single palm strike, and immediately leaped and shrunk his leg to catch up with one of them.

"Spare your life!"

The man turned around and was terrified.

Click!

With just one palm strike, as powerful as the Vajra Palm, the young Taoist-dressed man was struck so hard that he coughed up blood and flew more than ten meters away, as if he had struck by incredible luck.

Without the profound internal strength of an experienced practitioner, he had no way to deflect or neutralize the force, and his sternum shattered from the blow.

Black Tiger Gouges Out the Heart.

The young man used this move with great skill, and the young Taoist priest was instantly ripped out of his heart and lungs, his kind heart and compassion spilling onto the street.

"After using Lu Shanjun's martial arts, you have to wash your hands."

Duncan was too lazy to chase anymore.

His lightness skill was mediocre, and his true energy was not strong enough. Those Hehuan Sect disciples who were fleeing for their lives had long since run far away. He could only catch up with one at most, so he directly chose the young Taoist.

Duncan touched the young Taoist's corpse, pulled out a money bag, and two books. One was a method of replenishing yang by absorbing yin, and the other was actually a collection of erotic pictures.

The painting is quite well done, with a total of thirty-six hands, and the women in the painting are all lifelike.

I'll keep it and appreciate it another day when I have time.

He turned back to the old Taoist's corpse. By this time, many people had been alerted, but no one dared to approach, much less touch the body. This was a major taboo in the martial arts world, as it could easily lead to death.

The old Taoist priest had a pile of miscellaneous items on him, but not a single martial arts manual could be found.

Actually that's right.

Only disciples would carry the secret manual to study it. That old Taoist has practiced for decades, so he probably knows it by heart.

"Killing is still the fastest way."

Several acupoints of the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian in this human body have already been opened. At the current rate, his twelve regular meridians may be opened even faster than the eight extraordinary meridians.

Duncan killed the man and left without a moment's notice.

Outside Longquan Town.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect were terrified. They poured all their inner energy into the soles of their feet and used their lightness skills to the extreme. Only after they escaped from Longquan Town did they turn back in horror. Seeing that the young killing god had not chased after them, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How to do?"

"Master is dead, and Senior Brother is dead too," a glamorous woman dressed as a Taoist priest whispered.

A man standing nearby gritted his teeth and said, "This grudge must be avenged."

"We are no match for them."

"Immediately send someone to inform the sect and find some help."

One of the women pondered and said, "Our sect has some connections with the Valley of Villains. If we send someone to ask for help, we might be able to get the murderer to take action."

Another man shook his head and said, "The Valley of Villains may not send any experts out of the mountains."

"Moreover, the rumors of cannibalism in the southern Chu region of Jingzhou have been growing louder recently."

"It's probably a cannibal that has escaped." The master of Evil Valley is surnamed Zhu. It is unknown whether he is related to Zhu Wen or the cannibalistic demon Zhu Can. His martial arts skills are extremely strange, and he has close ties with the Hehuan Sect.

But when this person was mentioned, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect around him all looked terrified.

It wasn't because this person was lustful, but because the Valley of Villains had a tradition of cannibalism. Once, a female disciple of the Hehuan Sect entered the valley. Unaware of the dangers, she tried to seduce the other disciples with her beauty and secretly replenish her essence. However, the next day, the other disciples found her cooked in a large cauldron and used to entertain the envoys of the Hehuan Sect.

In this time of turmoil, the Valley of Evil has recruited many heinous criminals, no less so than during the late Sui and early Tang dynasties, when the cannibalistic demon king Zhu Can had many man-eating demons under his command.

"No."

"The murderers and cannibals in the Valley of Villains are extremely difficult to deal with."

A woman in the crowd said, "Why don't we ask our two senior uncles for help?"

Among the elders of the Hehuan Sect who were active outside, there was a monk, a Taoist priest, and a beggar. The monk and the Taoist priest wandered the Jianghu (martial arts world), while the beggar was near Kaifeng Prefecture. He used to be an elder of the Beggar Clan, specializing in the practice of mutilation and harvesting. The Beggar Clan had a place called Xiaoyao Cave in the Central Plains, which specialized in selling women and children, and even dared to lay hands on the families of princes and nobles.

The Beggar Clan elder, having caused trouble and been abandoned, simply turned to the Demonic Sect and became a member of the Joyful Union Sect, still making a living by trafficking women.

The outer altar vessels of the Hehuan Sect mostly originated from this.

The younger man said, "I'm afraid we can't find our two senior uncles right now."

The woman said, "It's not difficult."

"Both of my senior uncles have been tracking down the Jade-Faced Lady recently."

"Not long ago, the Jade-Faced Lady appeared near Dangshan. She was accompanied by a group of prostitutes, so she must have been near Jingnan."

"As long as we can find the Jade-Faced Lady, we will surely be able to find our two senior uncles."

Jade-faced Lady.

Upon hearing this person's name, the man couldn't help but show his longing. It was said that the Jade-Faced Lady possessed a pure Yin constitution and was naturally alluring. In the eyes of the Joyful Union Sect, she was an extremely desirable woman. Three elders had tracked her down, and even the reclusive sect leader had fought with her. They had a long-standing grudge against each other.

Many of the maids around the Jade-Faced Lady were rescued and personally trained by them, and they have a certain reputation in the martial arts world.

"it is good."

"Let's go find our two martial uncles!"

The Valley of Villains is truly terrifying.

Moreover, perhaps because they ate too much, the people of Evil Valley all seemed to have some mental issues, and even members of the Demonic Sect didn't want to associate with them.

These disciples of the Hehuan Sect split into two groups, one going to Jingnan and the other to the Central Plains.

Whether they were lucky or unlucky, they encountered a fellow disciple the next day, who was a handsome young monk in his early twenties, dressed in a monk's robe. He was fair-skinned and had red lips and white teeth. He was also known within the Hehuan Sect.

“It’s Senior Brother Xingkong. Why does he look so rushed?” A female disciple, who had previously engaged in sexual intercourse with this man, recognized him at a glance.

The monk, his chest stained with blood, was overjoyed to see the three of them and cried out, "Junior brothers and sisters, come quickly to help me!"

A metallic clang came from behind him.

A moment later, a man emerged from the woods. He was tall and burly, dressed in a simple gray monk's robe, and carried a flying dragon staff. He exuded a murderous aura as he walked. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

"I never expected there to be members of the Demonic Cult here."

not good!

We've run into another formidable opponent.

One of the Hehuan Sect disciples said, "Is that the Flying Dragon Staff left behind by Master Xuanzang?"

"Has Brother Xingkong offended someone from the Yogacara school?"

A Buddhist master.

Moreover, he was a disciple of Master Xuanzang, who was once the foremost figure in Buddhism. His disciples had dominated Taoism for decades and were renowned even among the demonic sects. With his Vajra Palm power and Demon-Subduing Staff technique, he fought his way from the East to India.

To put it simply, it would be like this: without Journey to the West, without Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing, Master Xuanzang would have gone on his pilgrimage alone, fighting his way to India.

After his return from his pilgrimage, he became the foremost figure in Buddhism.

This great monk was incredibly strong and muscular, like an angry Vajra. His staff weighed over a hundred pounds and swung with such force that it was impossible for anyone to withstand it.

Without saying a word, these Hehuan Sect disciples turned tail and ran, not even caring about their fellow disciples.

But just as they used their lightness skill to escape, they froze on the spot the next second, because they suddenly discovered a handsome young man standing at the crossroads. The young man was also a little surprised to see them, and then stood there with a smile, waiting for them to come to him.

"As expected, they still have some sense of camaraderie among fellow disciples!"

"Junior brothers and sisters actually stayed behind to cover our retreat!"

When the monk saw the group ahead slow down, he was overjoyed and used all his strength to surpass them. He thought that since they were so considerate of their fellow disciples, he would definitely burn some paper money for them next year.

Xingkong, using the name of Buddhism, deceived wealthy merchants and their wives, secretly stealing their bodies and using their essences. Unexpectedly, he encountered a true Buddhist master in Jingnan, who was even a successor of Master Xuanzang.

Not long ago, he also encountered a descendant of the Medicine King Sun Simiao in Sichuan. The young woman was incredibly skilled in both poison and medicine, and she was very difficult to deal with because she could seal acupoints and cut off meridians.

If he hadn't suffered such a great loss, he wouldn't have had to run off to the even more chaotic Jingnan.

I never expected to have such bad luck here.

The monk chased him relentlessly, forcing him to flee in a sorry state.

In this turbulent world, both Buddhism and Taoism have their share of scoundrels. In comparison, Buddhism is even more of a mixed bag. He donned a cassock and blended in with ease.

But if you put on this mask and encounter a true Buddhist master, it will be a fight to the death.

The monk chased him for over a thousand miles.

This person, whose Buddhist name is Bujie, is a guardian deity of Buddhism. He cultivates both internal and external practices and has spent several years in seclusion at Shaolin Temple, where he is said to have received the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

He possessed superhuman strength and also practiced the Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Technique, earning him the nickname "Wrathful Vajra" among masters of external martial arts.

"Step aside!"

Where did this reckless brat come from, daring to block his way?

The monk unleashed a palm strike, a technique he had secretly learned—the Vajra Palm—aiming to shatter the skull of the boy in front of him. He disliked anyone being more handsome than himself, and his eyes narrowed, indicating he was about to kill.

boom!
Click!

The young man neither dodged nor avoided the attack. The two exchanged a palm strike, and the Flower Monk instantly coughed up blood, as if his bones had shattered. Before he could even speak, the other man pounced on him, his five fingers forming claws, wielding a powerful force that seemed to pierce through the heart and lungs.

This young man killed with extreme decisiveness and efficiency.

Such ruthless methods terrified the disciples of the Hehuan Sect. Even within the Demonic Sect, only a few lineages would kill so mercilessly.

"Young hero, spare your life!"

Among the Hehuan Sect disciples who were lagging behind, one young woman was so frightened that her knees buckled, and she immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, crying and saying, "I am willing to serve as your servant, your slave, your horse, for you, young hero."

The words fell.

With a swift turn of his palm, he grabbed another person's neck and twisted their head off. A head was severed on the spot, and the boy's palms were as hard as metal, his body already faintly condensing protective true energy into a fierce aura.

The young man dominated the battlefield.

Apart from the Hehuan Sect female disciple who resolutely knelt down and begged for mercy, everyone else died a gruesome death, with their skulls shattered or their hearts ripped out. Despite their considerable martial arts skills, they were no match for this person.

He truly is a god of death descended upon the world!
Even the Buddhist master gasped in shock.

"His aura is murderous, like the Blood Refining Technique of the Demonic Sect, but why does his intent resemble the killing and warfare principles of the military?"

The monk Bujie had once fought against a master strategist, and his murderous intent, emanating from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, was unmistakable.

The world was in turmoil.

There are many military masters, but most of them are in the army and rarely roam the martial world. The killing intent emanating from this young man was the most terrifying he had ever seen. Ordinary people would be terrified just by being locked onto by his killing intent, let alone fighting him.

Bloodhand Butcher.

The young man removed several heads, stood there, and slowly wiped the blood from his palms with a cloth, but his gaze fell on the monk Bujie.

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(End of this chapter)