The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 93 Pressuring Song Yinglong Again (4k)

Xiao Song?

Brother Yuan?

Song Yinglong's face was ashen, his cold gaze fixed on Hong Yuan, who walked in with a composed expression. He said in a chilling voice, "What does Brother Hong mean?"

With a 'whoosh,' the dozen or twenty people in the council hall reacted quickly, drawing their weapons and surrounding Hong Yuan.

Almost everyone had a solemn expression, their murderous intent palpable.

Hong Yuan glanced at them briefly before his eyes fell on one of them.

This man was of medium height and had an ordinary appearance, except for his fair complexion. At first glance, he looked like a young man in his mid-twenties, but upon closer inspection, he appeared to be an elderly man in his fifties or sixties.

It was Mr. Wuhen.

"How shall I address you?" Hong Yuan asked with a smile.

Compared to the others' serious preparations, Mr. Wuhen was much calmer, chuckling, "This old man is just an unknown nobody..."

Hong Yuan raised his hand and said gently, "Since you're just a nobody, then don't say anything. Don't move your hands or feet, and shut your mouth... Don't move, or you'll die."

Mr. Wuhen's smile froze on his face. His hands, hidden under his sleeves, were already spread out with five fingers. With a casual movement, he could silently release toxins.

But he was as if he had been frozen in place, his whole body stiff and unable to move.

A sharp, chilling feeling surged into his heart. Although the other party's voice was calm, Mr. Wuhen felt as if an invisible sword was hanging over his head.

If he makes the slightest move, that 'sword' will fly down and sever his head.

Hong Yuan then looked behind everyone and saw a woman standing in the corner of the hall. She was wearing a wide black robe that completely covered her tall figure. Her face was covered with a heavy veil, revealing only a pair of captivating eyes.

Hong Yuan sized up the woman, then met her alluring eyes, and said, "I feel like I've seen this girl before..."

Upon hearing this, Lady Miaoyun giggled, her laughter shaking her body. Her figure, shrouded in black robes, swayed alluringly like a water snake. She said softly, "Young Master Hong is so handsome that no woman could resist his charm. Perhaps I've been thinking about him too much, because I've met him in my dreams."

Her words carried a delicate, melancholic tone, making one want to hold her close and comfort her.

Seeing her twisting her waist, Hong Yuan couldn't help but ask with concern, "Did this young lady get bitten by a snake? Or is she having an addiction? You should seek treatment promptly if you're sick. If you delay, you'll regret it if you become paralyzed."

Miao Yun Niangzi stopped laughing.

Hong Yuan then turned back to Song Yinglong and sighed, "Little Song, you're not that old, so why are you so blind and hard of hearing? Haven't I made myself clear enough? I'd also like to give you a piece of advice: you should be more moderate in your daily life."

I'm a man in my forties or fifties, and you, a kid not even twenty, call yourself Brother Yuan in front of me?
Song Yinglong's expression grew even colder: "Brother Hong thinks you can make me withdraw my troops from Black Iron Town with just a few words? Do you know how much effort I've put into mobilizing troops and how many men I've lost?"

Taking Black Iron Town, a major military stronghold, was a crucial part of Song Yinglong's plan, and he had already promised a reward for its capture.

Retreating now would not only mean all previous efforts were wasted, but it would also be a huge blow to his prestige.

Hong Yuan asked matter-of-factly, "So what?"

Damn it!
These three words alone were enough to make Song Yinglong's forehead veins bulge. The anger that he had been trying so hard to suppress because of his fear of Hong Yuan could no longer be contained: "Fine! Fine! Fine!"

He said "good" three times in a row, then laughed angrily: "You, Hong Yuanzhen, really don't take me, Song Yinglong, seriously? Then let me, Song, experience your tricks again."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the martial artists in the hall shouted, "Kill!"

The next moment, a burst of energy whistled through the air, and a steel blade flashed with a cold light as it slashed down fiercely.

This person had never witnessed the battle between Hong Yuan and Song Yinglong, and although they had heard of their prowess, they had never seen it with their own eyes.

Hong Yuan remained motionless, casually raising his hand to point a finger at the steel blade, unleashing a sharp and powerful force from his fingertip.

This was the initial needle-condensing strength that Hong Yuan had practiced. In its early stages, it could not be separated from his body. However, by the time of the battle at Shuanglong Gorge, it was already capable of injuring people from three feet away.

Lei Meng's eyes were shattered by a single blow from his finger, which was made of needle-like force and was more than three feet away.

The force now travels further, subtly resembling the 'Six Meridians Divine Sword,' though perhaps lacking in distance, it is far more insidious and bizarre.

After all, the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword' can only be used with the fingers, but his Condensed Needle Force can be used with both hands and feet. With more practice, it can even be activated from every pore of his body.

However, facing this wind-breaking blade, Hong Yuan did not unleash his finger strength from a distance. Instead, he concentrated his power at his fingertips and instantly struck the blade.

With a crisp 'crack', the fine steel longsword suddenly broke off, and half of the blade, caught by the force, rolled back and pierced the swordsman's throat.

Immediately afterwards, Hong Yuan stomped his foot, and it was as if a thunderbolt struck the hall, making a loud rumble. The entire hall trembled violently, and the roof tiles rattled.

next moment!
The floor cracked and shattered in large areas, with sand and gravel fragments flying everywhere. These fragments shot out like arrows, striking the surrounding martial artists and eliciting continuous screams of agony.

Hong Yuan was also propelled forward by the force of this stomp.

"Last time I sparred with Master Song using weapons, but I wasn't satisfied. This time, let's try our hand-to-hand combat skills."

Song Yinglong remained silent. Since the other party had already come knocking on his door, there was no way he could escape. His strength surged, his blood and qi flowed like a stream, and his body hummed and vibrated, emitting a metallic sound.

As he brought his fists together, a faint hint of fierce fire seemed to erupt.

In an instant, the two clashed. Their four fists collided like four meteorites falling from the sky, carrying terrifying force as they crashed together without giving way to each other.

Bang bang bang!
The force surged, and the booming sound was incessant. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens or even hundreds of clashes. The entire hall seemed to have turned into a ship in a vast ocean tsunami, rocking incessantly.

The two figures moved in a blur, exchanging blows and kicks, flashing through the large hall. Martial artists who were close enough were directly blasted away by the force, some spitting out blood, others crashing into the wall, unconscious.

Moments later, with a thunderous roar, the entire hall collapsed.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Hong Yuan and Song Yinglong leaped out and instantly found themselves in another courtyard. The sounds of their clashing energies echoed for a full quarter of an hour.

Song Yinglong groaned, his face ashen, and a large amount of blood-red heat emanated from his body, making him look extremely ugly.

Hong Yuan withdrew his attack, yet his expression remained calm, and his breathing didn't even quicken, which shocked Song Yinglong even more.

"Do you want to continue fighting? Or should we call it a day?" Hong Yuan kindly reminded Song Yinglong, noticing his poor condition.

After all, he was only there to spar, not to kill.

Having fought with Song Yinglong for so long, my main motivation was to observe and learn from his martial arts skills through sparring.

Song Yinglong felt the metallic taste rising in his throat and forcibly suppressed it, only to feel increasingly suffocated. He said coldly, "I will order a retreat from Black Iron Town shortly. If you have nothing else to say, please leave!"

Hong Yuan laughed and said, "There's no rush. Brother Song and I became acquainted through a misunderstanding, and I still have many questions I'd like to ask him."

You're not in a hurry, but I am!
Song Yinglong's injuries from his previous fight with Hong Yuan were far from fully healed, and this renewed battle only exacerbated his condition.

Song Yinglong felt an unbearable swelling pain in his body, as if he had been compressed into an iron box, his flesh and bones twisting.

He knew this was a backlash from his internal energy, so he quickly took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and swallowed it all at once. Hong Yuan silently watched all this, and only after the other party had calmed down a bit did he slowly speak: "To be honest, I come from a small place and cannot compare to Brother Song's high-ranking family and extensive knowledge. I also don't know how many masters there are in the world... With Brother Song's martial arts, what level do you stand in the world?"

After a while.

Hong Yuan bowed to Song Yinglong with a big smile: "I have benefited greatly from Brother Song's guidance today. I will come to ask for your guidance again when I have the opportunity in the future."

Get out of here!
Song Yinglong's body began to tremble uncontrollably, not from anger or fear, but from the increasingly severe backlash from his internal energy.

Hong Yuan glanced at the many martial artists and soldiers who had surrounded him, then leaped up, tapping his toes on the artificial hill beside him. He suddenly covered a distance of four zhang (approximately 13 meters) and swiftly reached the roof beam, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Song Yinglong stumbled and almost lost his balance, but fortunately Mr. Wuhen and Lady Miaoyun stepped forward to support him on either side.

The two exchanged a glance, gave a few brief instructions to the others, and then left with Song Yinglong.

Whoosh!

Hong Yuan's figure moved with the wind, his robes fluttering in the breeze. Suddenly, he frowned, as if he had forgotten something.

He looked down at his hands.

Oh, I forgot to take the deadly chokehold gun with me.

Hong Yuan didn't take it to heart. At his level of martial arts, he was even stronger without weapons.

Because of the variability of force, it can only be maximized by using oneself as a weapon.

Of course, on the battlefield, facing thousands of troops, variations in strength are unnecessary. One still needs heavy weapons to achieve the goal of overwhelming force and sweeping away thousands of troops like a whirlwind.

Hong Yuan had no intention of going back to retrieve his weapons.

He was afraid that Song might be too frightened and die, which would be bad, and now was not a good time to inherit his estate.

Anyway, the other party will probably return the deadly chokehold gun.

Earlier, Hong Yuan noticed that Song Yinglong was not in a good state, so he took this opportunity to ask him many questions.

It's mainly about true skills, alchemy, and the physical body.

Among the books collected by the Hua, Guo, and Tao families, there are some fragmentary descriptions of this.

It's just not detailed enough.

In order to get rid of Hong Yuan as soon as possible, Song Yinglong truly spoke his mind without reservation.

Moreover, the question Hong Yuan asked was not something Song Yinglong couldn't answer; it was common knowledge at the level of top experts.

Hong Yuan rose to power too quickly, and the Fuhu Sect lacked sufficient foundation, thus missing out on this area of ​​knowledge.

Song Yinglong defines himself as a top-tier expert.

According to him, achieving any one of the following—alchemy, true skill, or physical body—would be considered reaching the top level.

Even among experts at this level, there are naturally differences in strength, but only by fighting can one know who will win and who will lose.

Before they actually fought, everyone was among the top, so who would truly submit to whom?

The three paths of True Skill, Alchemy, and Body Tempering each have their own strengths.

The essence of alchemy is still that of a master of subtlety, but through alchemy and medicine, one can greatly increase one's qi and blood, far exceeding the level of ordinary subtlety practitioners. Furthermore, by cultivating one's strength through external or internal alchemy methods, one's combat power will skyrocket.

The path of alchemy is considered the safest of the three.

True skill involves penetrating the body's organs with force. After being transformed and refined by the organs, this force is endowed with certain characteristics and transformed into true power, or extraordinary power!

It is important to note that cultivating true skill requires mastering the subtlety of one's strength. Because the force is explosive, without the ability to control it at a subtle level, it can penetrate the organs, and the slightest carelessness can lead to death.

However, reaching the level of microscopic perception is merely a threshold, not a guarantee of success. Even for those who have mastered the microscopic perception, cultivating true mastery is extremely difficult.

The dangers of the Gang Body are even greater than those of the True Skill.

The Gang Body is also the most unique of the three paths.

Gang Body is a combination of magic and martial arts, and is divided into Inner Gang and Outer Gang!
External force involves using techniques to modify the human body and limbs, creating a human-shaped weapon; it is less dangerous.

The inner force penetrates deep into the internal organs, reconstructing the internal organs and meridians, making it extremely dangerous and unpredictable.

However, once one achieves this, one enters the realm of the superhuman, possessing certain mysterious and unpredictable supernatural abilities, much like a demon.

Furthermore, the transformation of internal and external techniques can be categorized into holistic and partial methods.

For example, [Thunder Heart Gang] and [Iron Fu Gang] are internal techniques that only target the heart and lungs, while [Bright Eye Gang] and [Ape Arm Gang] are external techniques that target the eyes and arms.

Most of the masters of the Gang Body in the world are of the partially modified type, and their overall combat power is much inferior to that of the fully modified Gang Body.

However, given the unpredictable and ever-changing nature of the Gang Body, there are countless examples over the centuries of how the weak can defeat the strong, and how a single misstep can lead to instant death.

In theory, the three paths can be compatible, but in practice, there are very few examples.

"Lao Song should be an external force cultivator, impervious to swords and spears, but unfortunately he won't reveal what kind of force body he cultivated..."

Hong Yuan pondered for a moment and felt that he had completely mastered all three paths by adding points.

With his current strength of qi and blood, who dares to say he isn't a master of alchemy?
His physique had also reached the point where he was invulnerable to swords and spears, and even Song Yinglong and others recognized him as having a "罡体" (a type of body in martial arts), and he didn't need to undergo any strange modifications.

Although Song Yinglong tried his best to endure it, Hong Yuan's keen senses were able to detect some abnormalities within his body.

He has only mastered the true skill, and has not yet developed any extraordinary power, but he is still gradually exploring the 'Heavenly One True Water Skill'.

"Although it's not impossible to crack it by myself, it will take a very long time. I still need to find a complete and genuine cultivation method to get a feel for the true nature of this so-called supernatural power."

Of course, the method of force must continue to be explored. Others believe that the subtlety is the limit of force variation, but Hong Yuan believes that there is still a way to achieve the return of all forces to the source.

How many subtle-level internal energy techniques do I have now?

"Overlapping Wave Force, Condensed Needle Force, Spiral Force, Earth Vein Listening Force, Liver-Exploding and Heart-Destroying Force, Flowing Clouds Without Fixed Form Force, Tiger-Slaying Mountain Force... Oh, and Vajra Force!"

During this period, Hong Yuan also pushed the Vajra Palm technique he created to another level, allowing the powerful Vajra Force to extend and change further, reaching the level of subtlety.

"Eight types, using these eight types of force as the core to deduce the prototype of 'Six Void Forces' still feels a bit insufficient... Moreover, the Earth Vein Listening Force and Overlapping Wave Force are also somewhat lacking in quality..."

In the blink of an eye, Hong Yuan returned to the Tao residence.

(End of this chapter)