Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 426 Inheritance
The underground ruins are now in a stable exploration phase.

On one hand, the vanguard team's strong members made relatively fast progress, and on the other hand, the "harvesters" in the rear had a very stable job. The patrol teams and sentries had enough strong members to guard them, efficiently and steadily harvesting the monsters' materials.

It's worth mentioning that, simply because of the recent surge in revenue from materials, the expected growth in total city revenue for this quarter has exceeded 20%, which is actually quite exaggerated.

Why didn't anyone organize this before so we could all get rich together? Everyone knows that working together can make you rich, but who takes the lead and who bears the responsibility?

What if you mess things up? The mentality of "better to avoid trouble" is perhaps the only way to change most of the future's uncertainties; most people are destined to simply muddle through the present.
That's about it for today.

Among the adventure team members, Rean and Lana stood out the most.

After all, a lone traveler with a little girl who seems like a burden is far too attention-grabbing, especially when other teams start with four people or even more than ten.

"Rean Sudar"

"So he really came alone? How arrogant."

"It's probably just scouting. They might need to familiarize themselves with the battlefield."

Rean completely ignored the numerous comments and stares.

He found an open space, pitched a tent, and let the little guy, who was already exhausted, sleep first. Having a biological clock that's too stable might not be a good thing for a child.

Rean sat cross-legged, mimicking the other monks, and used meditation instead of sleep.

Today, I can sleep a little deeper.

Thanks to the presence of the little mirror spirit and the overall desire of explorers to speed up the progress, the atmosphere among adventurers in the underground ruins is currently quite good.

Most people are still in a cooperative relationship; at least, they can't appear too selfish or even attack their own people in front of the camera. Of course, there have been quite a few criminal cases, but at least the safety of shallow areas and public places can still be trusted to some extent.

"Yo, you're here."

That steel fist coming straight at him was Wu's greeting.

He couldn't hold back any longer. After experiencing the thrill of killing again, which he hadn't broken in a long time, he simply couldn't resist.

"boom!"

But this time, the fist intent, which was only half the strength of Rean's, was blocked by Rean himself.

Although his arm immediately broke open with wounds and his muscles collapsed, he still managed to block the attack.

"It seems you also know how to walk the path of cultivation."

Wu smiled happily.

Wu Ke wasn't some proper heroic spirit; from the very beginning, the purpose of training Rean was...
“Come on, hit me here, kill me, or be killed by me.”

His crimson eyes were filled with joy and murderous intent; the madman-like spirit stood before Rean.

What kind of spiritual practice? What kind of asceticism and precepts? Killing is all that matters. The so-called path of spiritual practice is nothing but a path of pure slaughter.

Turn the lives of the weak into sustenance, and the challenges of the strong into a feast; seek true meaning amidst the struggle between life and death, and find skill in the clash of fists and flesh.
"boom!"

Rean responded with a furious punch.

No communication, not even language, was needed; Wu's meaning was clearly expressed in his fist.

Want to become stronger? Want to acquire my skills and power? Of course you can, just kill me!

"boom!"

When fist and face collided, it was Rean's fist that broke first.

Looking at the broken arm, Rean suddenly realized. At that moment, his naked eye could not capture Wu's movements; in just a split second, he had completed the absurd operation of "vibration" with his face.

Did Rean punch Wu in the face? Or did Wu shatter Rean's fist with his own face?

"I felt the clash of energies."

But the qi that invaded his body provided the answer.

How his aura operated, how it tore flesh apart yet healed it—life and death were overturned at this moment by the martial monk before him.

"I see."

Rean jerked his left hand away and punched his collapsing right arm.

The disintegration of flesh and blood continued, but its speed was slowed down, and Rean successfully stopped the process of turning flesh into inanimate objects.

"Bang!" The next moment, his entire right arm turned into a spray of blood, but Rean knew he had found the way.

"The Fist That Reverses Life and Death" - Inanimate objects are difficult to kill, so first bring them back to life, and let "qi" become the blood flowing in the opponent's body.

When qi circulates within inanimate objects and becomes a new component of life, it turns into a bomb that can be detonated.

"boom!"

The moment Rean was fully absorbed in thinking and comprehending, his head exploded.

Is your thought process out of sync? Or are you unable to bear the weight of life and death?
"Boom!"

But the iron fists and maniacal laughter that came rushing in showed that all of this was meaningless.

No calculations or understanding are needed. Just experience the beating and being beaten, the death and the killing.

Wu's path, in theory, cannot be passed down, because his disciples would certainly be killed by him. But now, it is being passed on to each other in the process of death and resurrection.

"Vibration, or rather, 'constant motion,' is the source of life."

This is Wu's answer, his understanding, and his logic. Whether it is correct or not, that moment of killing seems to have revealed all of this.

His strength is his reason, his will, and his fighting logic.

He felt that everything around him was too noisy and needed to be stopped.

Do not breathe, do not have a heartbeat, do not have blood flow, do not have skin circulation.
"boom!"

Once again, Rean died, but the next moment, he revived and delivered a powerful punch to Wu, who hadn't dodged it at all.

This isn't a resurrection through the dream mechanism, but rather the "immortality" of the martial will. I feel like I'm not dead, and I want to use my will to reverse life and death, so even if my head is gone, I can still live!
This intention hastened Rean's resurrection.

The mechanism that originally required someone to be completely dead to revive has instead resulted in a bizarre state where the head explodes and then heals completely the next moment.

"That's delicious!"

This scene, however, only excited the other party even more.

If it were truly immortal, perhaps it could give me a good beating.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, Rean's limbs and head were shattered.

Wu accelerated even more happily.

Rean died and died again until finally, he stopped defending himself, because it was pointless.

"Take this punch!"

Instead of thinking about how to survive, think about how to deliver a powerful punch to your opponent before you die.

This is also Wu's fighting style.

Why defend? Why dodge? Why not just kill the opponent first?

"Snapped!"

When the explosion rang out, a look of surprise appeared on Wu's face.

He was hit.

Although it was only on the arm, it was indeed hit.

He realized that, unlike the post-battle summary-style improvement of the past, this battle, which involved "immediate correction after failure and death," allowed Rean to improve much faster.

This time, Rean smiled. After dying so many times, he finally felt like he had several "physical" entities.

"Interesting. Now, hang in there, don't actually die."

Then, Rean saw the demon.

That fleeting moment, from beginning to end, from the ground to the sky, from death to resurrection, from the human world to hell—a thirty-three-hit combo.

His punches are as powerful as dragons, as vicious as demons.

The fighter who transcended life and death became the night itself.

[Gain some tips for 'Night Kill'.]

(End of this chapter)