Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 117 - 105: The Demon Pivot

Chapter 117: Chapter 105: The Demon Pivot

Fu Gongling’s body soared straight up to the rooftop like a rocket.

Bang bang bang.

The wooden beams and tiles of the hall’s rooftop shattered instantly into dust, falling down incessantly. Yet these offered not the slightest obstacle to Fu Gongling. The frantic circulation of his internal energy seemed to transform into a spindle-shaped cone enveloping him, keeping all the dust and debris at bay.

"Who dares sneak around?" Fu Gongling broke through the rooftop, his gaze sweeping across.

Ten feet away, a black-robed figure in night attire was already leaping away, heading out of the courtyard.

Fu Gongling let out a cold chuckle. His energy erupted, and his movement technique sharply rose to another level. The Why the Alliance Hierarch sent him here was exactly because his movement technique was slightly superior compared to the ordinary elders.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Fu Gongling’s movement technique was swift beyond compare, like an eagle diving to its prey, rapidly closing the distance between them.

Below, Pang Biao, Sun Guangchun, and others were startled by Fu Gongling’s sudden action. Their previous conversation was entirely overheard by someone, yet they hadn’t noticed.

The few exchanged glances, immediately following in Fu Gongling’s footsteps, leaping onto the rooftops. They vaguely saw two black dots in constant pursuit and joined the chase.

After ten breaths.

Fu Gongling was already about only three feet away from the shadow in front.

Crack.

Fu Gongling’s energy erupted once more, pushing off from the rooftop with his toes. The wooden beams of the house couldn’t withstand the tremendous burst of energy from his toes and began to splinter. This sudden change scared the households under the Flying Cloud Guild below, shivering with fear and dread.

Fu Gongling’s movement speed had increased by more than thirty percent from before, like a rapidly diving vulture, lunging directly at the fleeing figure ahead.

After two breaths, the distance closed rapidly, less than a foot.

"This is my ground. How can I let you escape?" Fu Gongling snorted coldly, arrogance flashing across his face. His sharp right claw, forged like iron, lunged at the back of the fleeing figure’s heart.

The Heavenly Eagle Skill he cultivated granted unprecedented speed, elevating his overall martial skills, especially in his sharp claws. When he got his grip, a typical condensing energy practitioner would find their heart and lungs clawed out, like it was nothing major.

The sharp claw formed a cone around his gripping hand, gleaming coldly, terrifyingly fierce. At this moment, the right claw shot like an arrow off the string, stabbing at the person’s heart.

The shadow ahead felt the pursuer closing in rapidly, a sudden chill sinking in their heart.

Originally just intending to scout around today, they never expected to encounter an unknown elder with such terrifying movement skills.

Even operating his Plum Blossom Leap Technique with all his might, he was still no match for this elder.

"Must evade."

Feeling the danger at his back, the figure suddenly sidestepped and swung a punch toward the pursuer’s head.

Fu Gongling saw the opponent’s punch, astonishingly powerful, giving off a sense of overwhelming majesty and invincibility.

Bang.

Fu Gongling made a quick decision, changing his attack route, countering the incoming punch with a hard strike.

Their claw and fist clashed, like a bear and tiger fighting over food, exuding an extraordinary might.

Neither side was ordinary, engaging and shifting again. Fu Gongling’s left hand aimed for the opponent’s abdomen, while his right claw went for the eyes, attacking swiftly and in unison.

The opponent wouldn’t be outdone, evading the right claw and blocking the lower assault, gathering force in his legs, and suddenly kicked at Fu Gongling’s face.

Fu Gongling retracted his right hand, blocking again.

Bang bang bang.

Within three breaths, the two engaged like dragons fighting tigers, exchanging dozens of rounds, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

Swish!

After another fierce collision, Fu Gongling was shaken back by the opponent’s punch, unsteady on his feet, retreating a few steps.

However, the opponent withstood his full-force explosion and didn’t step back.

"This person’s strength actually matches mine," Fu Gongling felt a tremor in his heart, finding the situation thorny.

In the recent exchange, although the opponent’s movement technique was inferior to his, his overwhelming strength was exceedingly rare. The explosive force was fierce and untamed, making even him back down for a moment.

The man swept his gaze past Fu Gongling, noticing several figures rapidly approaching.

"Their reinforcements are arriving, better retreat." The man had a retreating intention, cast Fu Gongling a cold glance after regaining his footing, and started to pull back.

The man turned and once again darted away into the distance.

"Trying to escape, can you?" Fu Gongling snorted coldly.

If he could just entangle this man, having Pang Biao and the others assisting would significantly increase the chances of capturing him. Earlier, their conversa were completely overheard by this man.

His desire for Leak Su Xin Yu Sui was immense; such pivotal news couldn’t afford any leakage. Hence, capturing this man was a must.

Fu Gongling’s body burst forth as well, catching up with the man.

"Trouble!" the black-robed man’s brow furrowed, immediately turning to engage Fu Gongling again.

Bang bang bang!

Once more, they engaged in dozens of exchanges, yet still couldn’t determine a victor.

"Scram!"

The black-robed man, filled with impatience and annoyance, bellowed loudly.

"Devil Core, open!"

A blood-red sheen flickered in his eyes.

Rip!

His black robe shattered into countless pieces, like a beast from the abyss reemerging in the world. His massive body expanded by two feet, unbelievably so. Even in the dim starlight, Fu Gongling felt as if a colossal shadow loomed over him.

From the towering figure, a pair of jet-black eyes glared like bottomless black holes, continuously drawing others’ focus. The eyes flickered with a ghostly blue light, akin to two stars sparkling in the night sky.

His long hair draped like waterfalls, each strand emitting an eerie dark luster, as his form expanded, muscle lines entangling, dark red veins like suspension bridges interlocked. His skin was adorned with bizarre red-black runes interlocking and twisting, forming a wild, bloody aesthetic.

Moreover, an endless dark mist emanated from around him, like restless spirits swirling continuously, embodying numerous distorted, pained faces. His vast energy erupted, resembling a dark red nether fire enveloping his entire form.

The huge body twisted, the surrounding air distorting due to the force, creating a miniature black hole appearance, devouring everything around it.

Seeing the monstrous shadow cast its gaze, it felt as if rays were striking Fu Gongling’s body.

"What, what is this?" Fu Gongling’s body shuddered fiercely.

His eyes didn’t dare believe, a monster of this kind appeared. Furthermore, he felt the nearly infinite energy force of the opponent, like an erupting volcano brewing endless hot lava.

"What kind of monster is this?" Fu Gongling’s eyes revealed nothing but severity. He remained fully alert, fixating on the monster in front.

At this moment, his heart had sunk to its lowest. Initially brimming with confidence, upon this monster’s emergence, he completely lost his fighting spirit. His mind was filled with plans of escape.

Unknowingly, Fu Gongling’s face turned deathly pale, cold sweat drenching his back, soaking his robes.

At this point, the monster moved, its posture completely relaxed.

"I just want to leave, why must you hold onto me?" the monster’s deep voice rolled out.

However, the voice was too rich and deep, like echoing and original sounds overlaid, bizarrely unique.

To Fu Gongling, it seemed to jolt his eardrums, inducing dizziness.

"Why force me?" The monster gradually approached, like a mountain pressing down, or as though dark clouds enshrouding the skies, looming over Fu Gongling.

The monster’s blue pupils reflected Fu Gongling’s ashen face. That eerie low voice once more shuddered Fu Gongling’s eardrums.

"Isn’t survival good?"