Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 295 Metal and Water Regenerate Each Other, Flying Dragon Soars in the Sky.

Monk Bujie has long been famous in the martial arts world.

Everyone else knew that taking him down wouldn't be easy, so they focused their attention on the handsome young man. Even if this young man had been practicing martial arts since birth, he would only have a dozen or so years of experience. In a battle between experts like this, if his true energy was even slightly insufficient, he would immediately reveal a weakness.

"Elder Shi."

"I'll handle this kid!"

The monk standing to the side, named Bu Chi, first joined Shaolin Temple, then defected to the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. Because he offended the Good Mother of Manichaeism, he fled to the Demonic Sect. He was a well-known traitor in the martial arts world.

Such a person should have been expelled from the organization long ago.

But the world is in chaos these days, and all sorts of sects need dogs. Dogs that can bite people naturally have owners protecting them.

—Elder of the Hehuan Sect—Bu Chi (Great Wheel Seal) (Joyful Dharma) (Five-Star Whiteboard).

—Elder Shi Da of the Hehuan Sect (Fire Dragon Force) (Mysterious Classic) (Five-Star Whiteboard).

The Flower Monk forced back the Unrestrained Monk with the Western Region Vajra Palm. With a flick of his wrist, two strange weapons appeared in his palm: a pair of Vajras, though their shapes were slightly odd and somewhat indescribable.

His martial arts skills were several levels higher than the old beggar's, and he was confident that he could defeat the boy. He leaped forward, his vajra in his hand flashing like a streak of light as he aimed straight for the boy's pulse point. He could tell that the boy's movements were average, and if he were surrounded, he would definitely lose his composure.

But it turns out he was overthinking it.

The boy remained calm in the face of danger amidst the crowd, as if he were born with the ability to deal with being surrounded. It was as if he had an eye in the back of his head. The opponent swept his arms around a large tree and then threw it like a javelin.

boom!
A disciple of the Hehuan Sect died instantly, his body smashed to pieces.

"Great Strength Divine Power?" Monk Bu Chi's expression changed. Before he could make another move, the young man had already pounced on him. His figure was like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep. His five fingers formed claws, and the fierce energy condensed at his fingertips, making his hands glow with a dark golden light.

The young man had not yet condensed his true qi; he only had his hands to cover the qi and evil spirits.

The two clashed head-on for several moves, and the murderous aura invaded his meridians, causing the monk Bu Chi's face to turn red and white in turns. Although he had cultivated innate true qi, his foundation was unstable, and he had barely opened his meridians by relying on the technique of replenishing yang with yin.

The two least valuable innate masters in the martial arts world are one who absorbs the internal energy of others and the other who uses the energy of others to replenish their own life force.

The internal energy extracted from someone else's body is nowhere near as useful.

Skill lies in purity; the difference is like a basin of water versus a bowl of water frozen into an ice blade, or a patch of sand versus a fist-sized rock.

"This young hero's martial arts are so peculiar. Why did the elders of the Hehuan Sect turn red and pale after exchanging a single blow with him?"

The vital energy is disordered.

Although a master with innate strength can dispel the evil energy invading their body, and wouldn't be unable to raise their true energy after just a few moves, it still takes time to transform one's internal energy. Right now, there is simply no time for them to meditate and practice breathing exercises. Their internal energy was originally obtained through cultivation and replenishment, and now their internal energy is disordered, so they can only forcibly suppress the churning blood and qi.

"There's something strange about this kid!"

The old beggar on the side used his staff to force back the monk Bujie. The two stood back to back and whispered to each other, "My Fire Dragon Force is supposed to be somewhat effective against the Vajra Method, but I don't know why, when I exchanged a palm strike with him, he countered me, and my internal energy is very agitated."

The old beggar's palms were red, and his protective inner energy had somewhat dissipated.

Duncan is no longer a novice in the martial arts world. Sometimes he can guess the technique just by looking at the markings. That old beggar clearly practiced the Yang Meridian. This kind of technique even requires choosing noon as the time for meditation and breathing exercises.

"The Monk Who Doesn't Abstain."

"May I borrow your staff?"

The boy hadn't mastered true internal energy, so he was at a slight disadvantage when his bare palms clashed with someone's.

The monk Bujie readily agreed, throwing the Flying Dragon Staff over in surprise, "Young hero, you know staff techniques?"

The boy shook his head decisively and said, "No."

If you don't know staff techniques, then what do you need my Flying Dragon Staff for?
The monk Bujie was somewhat speechless.

The next second, the boy swung his Flying Dragon Zen Staff and swept it across, laughing loudly, "I don't know staff techniques, but I do know the Dog-Beating Stick!"

"It's a staff technique."

"Just create your own martial art."

"watch out."

"Taste my Chaotic Cloak and Staff Technique!"

The first move: Flying Dragon in the Sky.

The wind howled.

The Flying Dragon Staff stirred up a storm on the ground, the strong wind howling and blowing the grass and trees around. This kind of powerful supernatural power no longer needs any moves. As long as it hits, it will break bones and tendons. Even a master of innate level will be seriously injured and die suddenly.

Although it's called the Chaotic Cloak and Staff Technique, the boy's martial arts have a solid foundation. He uses the Flying Dragon Zen Staff as a stick and can also perform some kind of unique spear technique.

Every move he makes is effortless and straightforward, without any fancy tricks, yet it is incredibly powerful and extremely fierce.

"not good!"

"This idea is a real pain!"

The monk and beggar from the Hehuan Sect originally intended to capture the young man first, but they did not expect that he was even more ruthless than the monk Bujie. What was most surprising was that the evil energy and true qi in his body could actually attach to the Flying Dragon Staff. The staff made a crisp sound, and its surface seemed to be coated with a layer of dark gold luster.

What should have been a Buddhist ritual implement became, in his hands, like a golden staff used by an Asura to shatter bones.

puff.

The old beggar couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the Flying Dragon Staff. The heavy staff was as light as a feather in the young man's hands. The old beggar used his Fire Dragon Force to withstand the blow, and the flying dragon on the staff bent slightly. With a scream, he shattered both arms and lost most of his martial arts skills.

"The Great Monk."

"I'll pay for your monk's staff!"

What incredible strength!

The Flying Dragon Zen Staff was deformed from the blows. Before the monk Bu Chi could come to the rescue, the boy used a strange move. It was clearly a staff technique, but it was a slashing move of a sword technique. It was like the decapitation sword of a barbarian, or the Qi-gathering slash of a sword saint. All the strength of his body was gathered in one place.

In short, it's very strange and doesn't resemble Central Plains martial arts.

Click.

The old beggar's head shattered instantly. A single blow from his staff could not protect him from any innate true energy. His head shattered like a watermelon, exploding into countless fragments.

"If it's a five-star blank card, it's about the same as an ordinary legendary warrior."

Westerners are tougher and more resilient.

Duncan swept across the area with a single move, deforming the ring at the top of the Flying Dragon Staff. Seeing his companion die suddenly, the foolish monk immediately thought of escaping.

Unexpectedly, the Hehuan Sect disciples around them fled even faster.

At this moment, a woman's figure appeared. There were still loyal disciples. Monk Buchi sighed in his heart. The next second, a sharp sword pierced straight into his chest.

The monk Bu Chi unleashed his inner energy, sending the girl flying.

This delay meant he couldn't leave.

The young man and the monk Bujie stopped him. The young man reached out and caught the woman, channeling his true energy into her body. The girl turned pale and said, "Young master, I am incompetent."

The boy calmly replied, "I don't need your help next time."

"It's enough that you have the intention."

He wielded the Flying Dragon Staff with one hand as a stick, which made the monk Bujie beside him feel very sorry for him. He muttered, "This Flying Dragon Staff has been broken. When we go back and meet the elders, we will surely get a scolding."

I don't feel bad using things that aren't from my own company.

The boy added, "I'll pay for it."

The monk's face was extremely grim. He secretly surveyed his surroundings, cursing inwardly, "Where is that fellow surnamed Hou? Is he just going to watch us die here?"

There were not two people, but three.

If it weren't for the young man's domineering technique, which smashed the old beggar's head with a single blow, the situation would have been three against two, with them firmly in the lead.

The true disciple of the Hehuan Sect leader is skilled in stealth and assassination; if he were to make a move, he would surely injure one person.

The Flower Monk's thinking wasn't wrong. However, the person's target wasn't the two young men, but the Jade-Faced Lady who had gracefully entered the woods. If the three of them got together, with the Jade-Faced Lady's lightness skill, the others wouldn't be able to escape at all.

In terms of threat level, the Jade-Faced Lady is definitely higher.

call out!
One after another, hidden weapons shot out.

The Jade-Faced Lady's expression changed drastically as she entered the woods. She had been drawn to the sounds of fighting nearby and hadn't expected an ambush. Now, suspended in mid-air with no leverage, she was enveloped by a barrage of poisoned hidden weapons.

At this critical moment, a gust of wind whipped up several fallen leaves. The Jade-Faced Lady floated through the air, displaying a lightness skill that shocked even her attackers. A graceful figure, like a fairy on water, stepped on a few leaves blown by the wind, changing her aura as if she were suspended in mid-air to breathe, and then soared into the sky, shooting out two Xuan Yin Finger Forces in the form of a splitting palm.

boom!
The Jade-Faced Lady's face was pale. She had just forcibly gathered her inner energy, which had injured her meridians. She had used a few fallen leaves to stabilize herself, something that few people in the entire martial arts world could do.

Her figure floated down and landed at the end of a bamboo branch. In the instant she gained leverage, the bamboo beneath her feet bent into a bow.

The exquisite mystery finger.

At this moment, she was using a Taoist technique called Qi Spiral, which is said to be a martial art created by Yu Xuanji in the late Tang Dynasty. However, the authenticity of this technique is impossible to verify. There is also a theory that it was created by a wandering martial artist.

After exchanging several blows, the Jade-Faced Lady was unable to gain the upper hand. Her enemy's true energy was extremely powerful and had a strange quality, almost demonic.

"It's you!"

The Jade-Faced Lady's eyes flashed with murderous intent as she coldly rebuked, "You killed the three Fengxian sisters!"

The figure in the darkness sneered, "You mean those three fox spirits?"

"They use other people's essence to nourish themselves, so naturally they must think that one day they will be used by others to nourish themselves."

This person's technique was strange, no longer a martial arts style, but more like a demonic secret technique. His figure was like a ghost, his movements were superb, and when he changed his shape, there seemed to be a faint demonic wind surrounding him.

The Jade-Faced Lady's face was grim, and she said gravely, "You took their demon cores?"

The man exchanged a palm strike with the Jade-Faced Lady and said coldly, "Not bad."

"I have successfully refined the elixir."

"There's one more."

"Would you like one? If you're willing to be my concubine, I can give you one."

The Jade-Faced Lady flew into a rage, her finger piercing through the bamboo forest as she roared, "You dare to challenge me!"

boom!
The two clashed again, but the Jade-Faced Lady was at a disadvantage. The man's technique was peculiar and actually had a slight effect on her. Her secret techniques were also useless and could not disturb his mind.

"Do whatever you want."

"You actually tried to disturb my peace of mind."

Those who follow the demonic path have an exceptionally high threshold for understanding. The successor of the Hehuan Sect has seen it all and is not afraid of methods that bewitch the mind.

A short sword appeared in his hand, dark red like blood, sharp enough to cut through iron like mud. His ghostly figure seemed to shrink the distance, and he caught up with the Jade-Faced Lady. As their figures soared, both of them were sent flying backward. However, the Jade-Faced Lady secretly changed her move, her finger strikes as cold as ice. With a clang, the man's chest froze into frost.

However, the Jade-Faced Lady was not much better off. Her face was flushed and pale, and her breathing was unsteady, as if she had been poisoned.

"Submit to me now, and I may spare your life."

The man in the darkness was stronger, after all, he was a true disciple of the Demonic Sect. He possessed several secret techniques, his injuries had disappeared, his true energy flowed freely, and his strength had increased rather than decreased.

The Jade-Faced Lady exclaimed in surprise, "The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique?"

The man said coldly, "To deal with you, I don't need the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique."

He secretly inserted silver needles into acupoints to stimulate the potential of his entire body. Although it was not a secret technique of the Heavenly Demon, it was still a true demonic secret art called the Demonic Power of No Thought. It could relinquish the seven emotions and six desires and eliminate pain throughout the body. Once activated, it would be a demon descending upon the world. That is why he told the Jade-Faced Lady to submit to him. Once it was fully activated, he did not intend to leave any survivors.

"Give you another chance."

"Submit to me!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a gust of wind swept through the woods. He struck out with his palm and caught a bald head. The head exploded in his hand, leaving only the top of the skull held by his five fingers.

This being from outer space was none other than the Flower Monk Bu Chi.

"Tsk tsk!"

"That day I told you to stay by my side and be a well-behaved female slave."

But you wouldn't listen.

"Now look what's happened. Someone wants to use you as a furnace to suck your bones dry and leave you with nothing."

A casual, slightly playful voice came from behind.

"Miss!"

The woman dressed in black quickly protected the Jade-Faced Lady. In the darkness, a pair of deep, star-like eyes first appeared, with a bloodthirsty aura flashing in the pupils, making the eyes seem blood-red, like double pupils.

A handsome young man slowly walked out, his palms stained with blood, and a dark golden, eerie aura extending from his five fingers to his arms.

Monk Bujie's eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

He had seen people break through in the heat of battle before, and there were also peerless geniuses in the martial arts world, like Zhang Wuji, who broke through in the heat of battle. But this was the first time he had encountered someone like this young man. After killing a monk and a beggar, the murderous aura and protective true energy of his body merged together. The fierce aura spread from his hands to his arms, making him look like a golden body.

The Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin has been fully opened.

As long as his protective true energy remains intact, neither knives nor axes can harm his hands in the slightest. Once he cultivates true energy to permeate his entire body, that becomes the indestructible Vajra supernatural power of Buddhism.

When the Jade-Faced Lady saw the newcomer, her eyes instantly turned misty, and her unintentional allure melted away like ice, transforming her dark yin into a pool of spring water.

Even though the man was talking about a female slave, a status even more despicable than that of a concubine, she felt a hint of joy.

"This humble servant greets you, young master."

The Jade-Faced Lady's expression changed faster than the clouds and rain of Mount Wu. She noticed the aura surrounding the young man's arms and said with delight, "It's been a few days."

"Young Master's cultivation has become increasingly refined."

He is truly a man of God.

Last time at the Dragon Pool in Dangshan, the young man was only a second or third-rate expert in the martial arts world, but now he is no weaker than some famous figures in the martial arts world. Although his martial arts skills have not changed much, his true energy has become more and more domineering.

If one day this person were to reverse his innate nature from his acquired nature, the young man would likely be able to slay all ghosts and gods, and few would be able to withstand his fierce aura.

If it weren't for the rarity and difficulty in mastering light-body skills, the young man's appearance would have been even more spectacular.

It's not his fault.

There is a specific order to opening up the meridians in the human body. Superior lightness skills always start by opening up the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot, or at the very least, the acupoints on the foot among the eight extraordinary meridians.

The only one to blame is Lu Shanjun. His master taught him haphazardly, and the boy followed suit, resulting in his meridians being unsuitable for superior lightness skills.

Lu Shanjun's lightness skill is also quite worrying.

However, in this world, martial arts have almost no weaknesses once you reach the later stages. It's just a matter of who comes first and who goes last. If it weren't for the Gang Sha condensing the Taiyin Lung Meridian, the boy's explosive power would not be so amazing. To this day, he has sparred with many masters, and none of them have been able to make his breathing disordered.

To put it simply, some people train their lungs, some train their kidneys, and some train their legs. The potential that is stimulated varies from person to person. The eight extraordinary meridians open up small paths, and the twelve regular meridians expand the rivers.

If your meridians aren't thick or large enough, your internal energy will become disordered when you try to fight someone with internal strength.

"True Qi Protects the Body!"

"A master of external martial arts!"

The man's expression changed slightly in the darkness. Unbeknownst to him, he had been surrounded by the young man, the Jade-Faced Lady, and the Unrestrained Monk.

Those two idiots died way too fast!

He was a well-known figure in the martial arts world, so how could he not even last the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in that young man's hands?

True Qi flows freely.

The aura surrounding the young man's fingertips resembled a strange, bloody light, with drops of blood falling from them. Considering the extraterrestrial origins just now, it was clear that the young man had forcibly removed the head of the monk Bu Chi. Such ruthless methods were not commonly seen even within the demonic sects.

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(End of this chapter)