The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 85: Is a gun faster, or a fist?
"call--"

Fu Juemin exhaled softly.

This move, [Snake Appearance. Demonic Light], almost completely depleted the poisonous energy accumulated in his three Yin meridians, leaving him feeling somewhat empty and weak.

"A life-or-death battle is indeed the best catalyst for a qualitative leap in strength."

Fu Juemin looked down at his hands, which still gleamed with a faint light, and savored the battle he had just fought.

Before engaging the scarred strongman, it could even be said that even a second before he was about to use [Snake Appearance. Demonic Light] to end the battle, he wasn't entirely confident that he could unleash this killing move.

The resonance between the Black Scale Serpent Demon Soul Seed and the Poisonous Qi within his body had already been achieved, but there were still various obstacles and hindrances in the process of perfectly integrating the Serpent Demon Soul Seed, the Poisonous Qi, and the Glazed Pure Light Slash into one.

However, during the fight with the scarred strongman, these obstacles naturally dissipated, eventually leading to the creation of the [Snake Appearance. Demonic Light] move.

The feeling of this process is mysterious and subtle, hard to describe. In addition to the fact that the painstaking planning, calculation and accumulation over the past month have been confirmed and digested, there is also a huge improvement and transformation in my mindset.

Standing amidst the blood, he exuded an unprecedented confidence and composure.

"It's unlikely that the exhilarating feeling of this battle will ever be replicated again."

Fu Juemin sighed inwardly, mainly because it would be difficult to find another opponent who could "listen" to him for a whole month and know his nightly teeth grinding and nighttime waking routine like the back of his hand.

Of course, the Five Elements Mysterious Fiend Technique also made great contributions in this battle.

After all, there was a difference of two martial arts levels. Even though Fu Juemin's [attack] and [defense] attributes far exceeded those of ordinary blood cultivators, there was still a considerable gap in raw strength between him and the scarred strongman in the Tongxuan realm.

His movements were so fast that they were like afterimages in Fu Juemin's eyes. Even though Fu Juemin was able to use his opponent's attack habits to perfectly intercept and block each time, without the powerful defense-breaking and poisoning effects of the Five Elements Profound Fiend Technique, the final battle would not have ended so easily and beautifully.

Top-tier evil arts are, after all, top-tier evil arts. The cultivation process is inhumanly painful, and once mastered, their power is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet exploded in sparks on the bluestone slab.

Fu Juemin shifted his body a few steps to the side, slightly raised his eyelids, and looked in the direction of the entrance to the Hu residence.

Song Lin, dressed in a snow-white military uniform, stood frozen in place, holding his signature golden eagle pistol, seemingly completely surprised that Fu Juemin could actually dodge this cold shot.

He was unaware that Fu Juemin had been controlling the situation with [Youling], and within a radius of several hundred meters, no one had any secrets from him.

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Song Lin simply walked out from inside the door.

The military boots trotted over the stone steps, and on the somewhat deserted county government street, only the two of them stood facing each other.

"Incredible, I misjudged him."

Song Lin's face turned pale. Although he tried to remain calm, deep fear still flashed in his eyes from time to time.

The scarred, burly man, Qin Xiao, was his subordinate, so he naturally knew the other party's strength.

Along his journey down to the county, he committed countless heinous acts that angered both heaven and man. There were also those who were driven to desperation and came to him seeking revenge.

Among them were also so-called martial arts experts who used sneak attacks and assassinations.
Each time, he was easily dealt with by the two guards beside him. Although Qin Xiao was slightly weaker than the other old man surnamed Bai, he was still a well-known master of the Profound Realm. He never expected to die here today.

The one who killed him was actually a wealthy young master with a similar reputation for being a spoiled brat.
"I think your name is Fu Juemin."

Whether from excitement or fear, Song Lin's Adam's apple bobbed, and a sickly flush rose on his cheeks.

He kept his gun pointed at Fu Juemin, and then, seemingly feeling too hot, he reached out and forcefully unbuttoned the collar of his military uniform.

"I started learning how to shoot and kill people when I was seven years old..."

Song Lin's eyes were icy cold as he grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth as he held up his gun: "We're at least twenty paces apart now, guess what?"
"Which is faster, my gun or your fist?"

As he spoke, Song Lin slowly pulled back the bolt of the golden pistol in his hand. The bolt moved back past the magazine well, producing a series of crisp metallic clanging sounds.

With Song Lin's gun pointed at him, Fu Juemin remained calm and simply said, "Try it?"

A cold smile spread across Song Lin's face, and a faint killing intent quickly filled the air between them. Seconds ticked by, and Fu Juemin shifted his feet slightly, assuming a stance ready to unleash his power at any moment.
A cruel glint flashed in Song Lin's eyes, and he abruptly pulled the trigger!

"boom!"

A gunshot shattered the deathly silence of the long street.

After a brief silence, a piercing wail erupted.

"Ah!! Ah—"

Song Lin was covered in blood, clutching his bleeding right hand in terror. He rolled on the ground in pain, and his two severed fingers, which had fallen onto the bluestone slab along with the golden pistol, were particularly conspicuous.

At the other end of the long street, Fu Juemin held the silver revolver that was still emitting wisps of smoke. He glanced at Song Lin's miserable state with an almost pitying look, shook his head and sighed softly: "I also have a gun. Why should I compete with you with my fists?"

"Is he an idiot?"

"you you.."

Song Lin's eyes were bloodshot with rage and pain, and he almost fainted. But a strong sense of fear and the will to survive sustained him as he struggled to grab the golden pistol on the ground with his intact left hand.

"boom!"

Another gunshot rang out, and Song Lin screamed in agony as several fingers on his left hand were also gone.

"Da da--"

Fu Juemin strolled leisurely toward Song Lin, the silver revolver in his hand spinning in turn.

"Bang! Bang!"

The bullets from the revolver bloomed into flowers of blood on Song Lin's body, biting off his limbs one by one, and quickly staining his white military uniform with large patches of crimson.

Song Lin screamed incessantly. After firing all six bullets from his revolver, Fu Juemin took out spare bullets from the lining of his waistcoat and slowly continued to load and chamber bullets.

"Boom!"

He fired several shots between Song Lin's legs. In an instant, Song Lin's eyes bulged, and his annoying howling stopped abruptly, leaving only muffled whimpers of extreme pain rolling in his throat.

"Want to live?"

As Fu Juemin approached Song Lin, he held a revolver and looked down at him.

At this moment, Song Lin was covered in cold sweat, his face was as white as paper, and he could barely make a sound. He could only nod frantically at Fu Juemin.

Fu Juemin squatted down, the barrel of his gun lightly touching Song Lin's trembling jaw, and said calmly, "Open your mouth and bite down."

A mixture of humiliation and resentment flashed in Song Lin's eyes, and cold sweat mixed with blood soaked through his collar.

He suddenly looked up at Fu Juemin, his face contorted with rage, and roared, "You dare kill me? You really dare to touch me?"
"My father is Song Zhenyuan. If you kill my entire Luanhe County, you will all be buried with me."

"boom!"

The gunshot rang out, and Song Lin stood there stunned, a bloody hole appearing on his forehead. In the blink of an eye, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he fell straight backward.

"Looks like you don't really want to live either."

Fu Juemin shook his head and casually wiped the silver revolver, which was stained with a little blood, on Song Lin's clothes.

Suddenly, he noticed that Song Lin's chest was bulging, as if something was stuffed underneath.

Fu Juemin ripped open his military uniform, revealing a thick brown paper bag.

Fu Juemin's eyes flickered slightly. He reached out and pulled out the brown paper bag. Opening the bag, a snow-white envelope fell out first.

(End of this chapter)