Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 419 A little test
In the jungle.

Several colorful poisonous frogs, their bodies shriveled, lay on the fallen leaves on the ground.

Zheng Jing, 45, already has wrinkles around his eyes and even deeper forehead wrinkles, but his eyes are still sharp.

He was dressed in a black casual outfit. Under the moonlight in the jungle, he squeezed all the toxins and essence from those poisonous frogs, condensing them on his right palm to form a paste-like colored mud.

In his left hand, he held thirty thin black arrows with sharp, elongated rhomboid arrowheads.

"The ancestors of the Ba people were sixteen shamans. Wu Xian moved the ancient mountains to become the ruler. Poisonous snakes and giant pythons returned, and they fought to reclaim the land by removing thorns and plucking trees..."

Zheng Jing chanted a lengthy incantation, his voice muffled and unclear, transforming it from ordinary language into the witchcraft incantations recorded in his family records.

The clay was evenly applied to the arrow, and quickly seeped into it under the influence of the incantation.

The moonlight shone on the painted arrow, and there was no reflection at all.

Even if he were dressed in modern clothes, anyone who saw his current demeanor would only think he was a wizard.

In reality, he is a photographer who is somewhat well-known in Siam.

He used to be a journalist and was known for his ability to capture the beauty of images.

His friends always admired his talent, believing that he could capture the essence of any event with just a single photograph.

Those that are noble, those that are innocent, those that are compassionate, and those that are sinful.

He was a born journalist, able to use photographs as the sharpest sword to pierce the truth.

However, he later became the photographer for royalty and celebrities.

News has always been a toy for celebrities. Since the early days of print media in the last century, it has been easily manipulated by countless unseen hands, becoming a weapon in the struggle between them.

Zheng Jing had no interest in this industry and had stayed in it for a long time, but he still kept some old friends.

Some friends are humorous and wise, while others are optimistic and persistent.

He came to the Golden Triangle this time with no other intention than to bring a reckless friend back to Bangkok.

However, during their last meeting, he saw bounty hunters raiding the sorcerer's market, and captured slaves fleeing, yet still affected by the evil curse.

He saw his friend's skull fly into the sky.

That scene shattered his original intention of negotiating and leaving as soon as possible, and awakened the rage lurking in his blood.

He is now a Siamese, but his family has passed down the deeds of their ancestors for generations; they are Ba people from China.

The Ba people lived deep in the mountains and marshes, often encountering poisonous insects, tigers, leopards, and monstrous pythons. Their arrows had to be able to hit the fish in the river, as well as any poisonous snakes or monstrous insects they encountered unexpectedly.

From a young age, Zheng Jing was trained by his elders in ancient cultivation rituals.

The so-called exceptional talent displayed in photography.

It's simply because a Ba archer who survives is best at seeing through the dangers hidden in every beautiful scene.

However, Zheng Jing at the time did not have enough bows and arrows prepared, and in the dangerous chaos of battle, he was unable to defeat the sorcerer who had cast the curse.

Afterwards, he secretly followed the wizard and located his hiding place.

Zheng Jing walked out of the jungle, parted the branches in front of him, stood halfway up the mountain, and looked down at the small town below.

The town has a small population, and many of the houses are still bamboo or wooden houses, with only a small portion being cement buildings.

Zheng Jing had already surveyed the area and found that there was only one small shop in the entire town that sourced its goods from outside. Other vegetable markets, meat shops, and so on were almost all self-producing and self-selling.

At night, there are very few lights on in the entire town.

But in a corner of this small town, there is a mansion built by Japanese merchants in the last century.

That mansion was originally a trading point for opium, and it changed hands several times over the years.

The current master is that wizard.

Zheng Jing put the poisoned arrow back into his quiver, stretched his wrists and ankles, and began to run down the mountain.

His sneakers had been worn for many days, but the wear and tear wasn't severe. He still felt light and swift as a bird on the leaf-strewn mountain ground.

Under the moonlight, the person's shadow, which was originally running forward upright, eventually leaned forward at an angle of almost 45 degrees to the ground.

His speed also increased from that of a normal human run to that of a cheetah sprint.

They rushed down the mountain, into the town, and sped across the gravel road like a gust of wind.

Occasionally, the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the distance.

The dogs belonging to the nearby residents remained silent, as they did not hear the footsteps of the runner.

He leaped between the old telephone poles, far above the walls and the height of the telephone wires, and landed suddenly inside the mansion.

The black figure rolled forward and landed silently. Only the few blades of grass that were trampled down knew that someone had rolled over.

In the courtyard of the mansion, there are pink flowering trees, which are in full bloom.

The wooden walkway was half a foot above the ground.

The corridor is lined with sliding doors in the Japanese style, with lights on inside.

The wizard's shoes were placed outside the door, and he sat cross-legged inside. His shadow was cast on the doors and windows, and the sound of a television could be heard.

Zheng Jing rolled to his feet, still half-squatting, his right hand already unfurling the folding bow, the bowstring taut, his left hand drawing an arrow and shooting it out instantly.

A small hole appeared in the door, and the figure inside suddenly collapsed.

But at that very moment, several figures suddenly emerged from behind those pink flowering trees.

The speed of these figures during their explosive bursts was so great that it almost made the air whistle.

They were silent, dressed in tight-fitting black leather jackets, with only their heads exposed; their faces were bluish-black, and their limbs were long and slender.

The skull was replaced with an inverted black iron bowl.

These figures were well concealed beforehand, and their timing for pounce was impeccable.

They seized the moment Zheng Jing's arrow left the bowstring in just half a second.

Ding! ! !
In a split second, Zheng Jing plucked the bowstring twice, each time releasing two arrows simultaneously, first to the left and then to the right.

The four puppets with iron bowls on their heads were hit almost simultaneously.

The arrow struck the iron bowl, sparks flew, and it pierced half an inch deep.

The force of the four puppets' attack could not be stopped by the power of the arrow.

But the moment the four arrows pierced their heads, the puppet figures all veered off course.

The four shadows that should have pounced on Zheng Jing instead bumped into each other in pairs.

boom! ! !
The damage from their collision was far greater than the force of the arrows earlier.

All four puppets fell backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

Zheng Jing's pupils contracted, and his ears twitched.

Suddenly, an arrow shot towards the source of the television sound.

The television stopped abruptly, followed by a blast of air that burst outwards, shattering the doors and windows.

The scene inside the house was revealed: the one who had fallen after being shot by an arrow was indeed not a wizard, but a puppet.

Instead, where the television set used to be, stood an old man with a bald head and a thin face, his cheeks bluish-black, holding an iron ball, looking outwards.

The iron ball looked like two iron bowls placed together, with wisps of electric light flashing in the gap.

There was another arrow stuck in that crevice.

This wizard's magical artifact possesses electromagnetic properties. When practicing at home, he deliberately hides next to the television to make people ignore the aura of his magic.

He had long been prepared for retaliation, and the puppets in the courtyard were specifically designed for this purpose.

The moment the two locked eyes, the arrow on the iron ball shattered with a bang.

Without a word, the poisoned arrow pierced the air and flew away.

But the wizard's body had already smashed through the thin wall to the side and entered another room.

Zheng Jing took a deep breath, stood still, and fired arrows in quick succession.

It made a thumping sound as it passed through doors and walls.

His feet didn't follow, but the arrow did. Just as he twisted his waist, changed direction, and was about to fire, the canopy of the flowering tree suddenly moved, and a puppet pounced down.

Zheng Jing suddenly turned around, his bow already fully drawn, only to see a familiar face.

The same iron bowl replaced the skull, but the face was clearly that of his dead friend.

The arrow flashed, but missed its mark, passing only under the puppet's armpit.

The bald wizard broke through the wall and attacked Zheng Jing from behind.

Clang! ! !
An arrow descended from the sky and suddenly pierced the wizard's head.

That was the arrow that passed under the puppet's armpit, its shaft curving upwards, tracing a full trajectory, and then turning back to strike the wizard on the head.

The puppet, now out of control, suddenly froze.

"I knew you took his body a long time ago, how could I not have taken precautions?"

Zheng Jing turned his cold gaze back to his enemy.

Before he could even see his enemy's dying expression, a frantic warning signal made his eyes change drastically. He dodged to the side, but it was too late.

Several bullets pierced the wizard's body and hit him.

Da da da da da da! !
Gunshots rang out shortly afterward.

Zheng Jing dodged the fatal blows, but he had already been shot several times and was rolling on the ground.

Blood flowed on the ground. The rapid blood loss caused his blood pressure to drop sharply, his vision to go black, and he struggled to look up.

Another bald wizard came out of the house, carrying an iron ball in one hand and a submachine gun in the other.

"Hehehe, in that chaotic battle that day, with heavy machine guns firing and rockets flying everywhere, you archer were still not harmed."

“I knew it. People like you are even more absurdly perceptive than those of us who cultivate mental power, but the fatal flaw will inevitably be found in your mind.”

"I'll transform a puppet into my likeness, making you believe that the moment you've successfully taken revenge is the moment you truly fail."

The bald old man, dressed in a red silk nightgown, smiled so much that the wrinkles on his face smoothed out a bit.

"You're a good candidate too. If I can't take you down even with all this, I'll just have to waste more weapons."

Emerging from around the house were leather-clad puppets with iron bowls on their heads, each carrying a machine gun, and several others with rocket launchers on their shoulders.

The puppets possess extraordinary physical strength, capable of wielding these weapons single-handedly, and are fearless in the face of death; even injuries resulting in the loss of limbs do not prevent them from continuing to fire.

The electromagnetic induction between the iron ball and the iron bowl allowed them to coordinate perfectly when firing, creating a barrage of fire that could detect highly skilled individuals that would be difficult for ordinary armies to detect.

Zheng Jing felt this unseen lock on him and despair welled up inside him.

The "Ancient Rain Corpse Technique" practiced by this wizard, according to information from the dark web, is characterized by simply activating puppets during thunderstorms. Therefore, unlike ordinary corpses, it does not fear yang energy or thunder and fire.

But now it seems that the resurgence of the spirit world over the past few years, coupled with the chaos in the Golden Triangle over the past six months, has led to this situation.

This wizard had long ago developed entirely new uses for his secret arts.

In contrast, Zheng Jing, having worked as a reporter and photographer for so many years, could not possibly compare to these ruthless sorcerers who had long occupied the Golden Triangle, relying solely on his childhood training and talent.

He didn't bring enough bows and arrows to the market that day.

But for the bald wizard, there were obviously many more things he hadn't brought.

"How come the archers of the Ba people are so inexperienced, yet they dare to be sent out to roam freely?"

A middle-aged man's voice, speaking in Mandarin, entered the mansion.

The wizard raised his gun, startled, and exclaimed, "Who?"

He raised his gun, but the one who actually fired was a puppet standing on the outermost edge.

Moreover, once the gun was fired, it was a shoulder-fired rocket launcher.

This is not an ordinary anti-tank rocket launcher, but a weapon used to attack bunkers, a new item that the bald wizard only acquired in the last six months.

After the rocket is launched, its maximum speed can reach 500 meters per second, and it will lock onto the strongest heat source within its range.

Even if you have a premonition of danger and try to dodge in advance, you will still be tracked and bombed as long as your speed cannot exceed the turning point of the rocket.

However, the man standing on the wall simply reached out and grabbed the rocket, then tossed it away instantly.

The rocket, despite having a detonation device, went out of control and into the sky before it could explode in his hands.

It exploded into a fireball four or five meters in size at high altitude.

Neither the wizard nor Zheng Jing could see the process of Yun Gu making his move.

All I saw was the rocket launcher firing, followed by an explosion high in the sky.

All the puppets opened fire simultaneously.

The machine gun firepower created an almost overwhelming torrential downpour of fire.

The wizard panicked and had completely lost all interest in keeping any good materials.

When some machine guns swept through the area, they clearly included Zheng Jing as well.

However, Zheng Jing was completely unharmed.

He saw a figure standing in front of him, with countless red, molten iron-like spots bouncing off from the person in front of him.

Zheng Jing could only guess what this person looked like.

The bald wizard was practically going crazy; his pupils and lips were trembling.

What did he see? !

The man on the wall was one thing.

There was even a young monster standing directly in front of the machine gun fire.

The bullets hit the monster, but before they even tore its shirt, they bounced off in all directions.

The bullets were fast, but the impact from their tiny mass was not enough to break through Chu Tianshu's constantly circulating protective qi.

"Humph!"

Chu Tianshu turned his body slightly, raised his left foot, and stomped forward.

The ground in front of him suddenly surged up a foot high like a wave and pushed forward.

There was a loud bang.

All the puppets, including the wizard, were knocked to their feet by the solid wave, separating from their weapons and flying backward in all directions.

The main building of the mansion was swept over by the waves and then struck by these puppet guns.

Instantly, it was riddled with holes, with walls and tiles collapsing in large sections.

More than a dozen rooms, beams and pillars collapsed, dust filled the air.

Yun Gu clicked his tongue and said, "You didn't use all your strength in that kick, did you?"

"It's about 60%."

Chu Tianshu hadn't expected such a commotion and couldn't help but shake his head.

It's all because this Japanese-style mansion is too flimsy.

If it were a reinforced concrete apartment building, he couldn't possibly use 60% of his strength to stomp it down.

It would take at least two or three impacts to destroy the load-bearing structure and cause it to collapse into a pile.

Zheng Jing was dumbfounded and didn't even notice that at the same time Chu Tianshu stomped his foot, the acupoints on his body had been sealed to stop the bleeding.

Cars kept driving up to the mansion, their black paint and gleaming headlights visible.

People started opening their car doors and striding in.

Zheng Jing sat up halfway and looked back, lost in thought for a long time, feeling that each of these people seemed to be stronger than him.

Has this wizard been punished by heaven?
What makes him so special that he could be besieged by so many experts?!
"That solves the problem."

Chen Taozhi muttered, "I thought I could find a black market where a bunch of evil sorcerers gather..."

(End of this chapter)