Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 214 - 69: Taking Action (Part 1) (4300 words published together)

Chapter 214: Chapter 69: Taking Action (Part 1) (4300 words published together)

The reappearance of the Ghost Taoist left Cao Qin stunned. Because this move of his had a huge range of damage and was arguably his strongest move. Ordinary Martial Artists at the Aperture Meridian level could not easily withstand it.

"How many living souls have you consumed?" Cao Qin was shocked by the strength displayed by the Ghost Taoist.

The old ghost opposite him only had a few yellow scorch marks appear on the edges of his Taoist robe, but his strongest move was not only blocked by the opponent effectively but also appeared to have left him unharmed.

"You scattered the peak Essence Condensed living soul that I just devoured with that move. You can take pride in that," the Ghost Taoist said coldly. "But that’s all there is to it."

As Cao Qing was deploying his secret technique, he had somehow, unnoticed, set up the Black Flame around Cao Qin.

"Obliterate, the profound power of the Black Serpent!"

With the Ghost Taoist’s words, the brightness between heaven and earth around Cao Qin seemed to be pulled away by an invisible force, and everything around him gradually sank into a deep, dark shadow.

He saw the Ghost Taoist’s bony fingertips spewing endless black air, like ten black pythons entwining one another. The waves of dark energy erupted from the body of the Black Serpent, like writhing live creatures, quickly spreading in all directions.

The ghostly energy hidden around Cao Qin suddenly burst forth, forming a cage several yards in diameter and trapping him firmly within it. The black serpent dived headlong into the cage, staring at Cao Qin, and quickly wrapped around him like a python hunting in the water.

At the center of the cage, Cao Qin felt a deadly chill surrounding him, revealing his determinedly desperate heart.

His entire body was burning with a mighty sun’s intent, constantly resisting the invasion of the black flame from the opponent.

Bang, bang, bang.

Intense blasts continually erupted within the cage. The ten black serpents relentlessly attacked Cao Qin. Each serpent’s head carried the will to destroy everything it touched, instantly shattering the sun’s intent into dust upon contact.

Amidst the encirclement, Cao Qin was like a candle under a glass cover, as his sun energy within was gradually unable to support the expenditure, like a candle flickering in the wind, where he increasingly felt at a loss.

All the sun energy within him had gradually been exhausted due to the continuous outbreaks, while the Ghost Taoist’s Soul-devouring Black Flame seemed endless, each serpent attack carrying erosive power to continually erode his sun’s intent.

"Zhan Ting, when are you coming?" Cao Qin’s eyes turned crimson, and he gritted his teeth, "If you don’t come soon, I really will be ground to death by this person."

At this moment, his only belief supporting him was the hope for Zhan Ting’s help.

But as the energy within him gradually ran dry, in a fierce clash, his strength was inadequate. His long knife clashed violently with the serpent head.

Due to the inability of the sun energy to sustain him, his internal veins were instantly invaded by a thread of black flame, causing a momentary freeze and rigidity inside him.

This moment of rigidity was a glaring flaw, and the defensive circle he was barely maintaining suddenly crumbled.

The Ghost Taoist’s perception was incredibly sharp, and he snorted coldly, "Futile struggle."

His body flashed swiftly, instantly controlling a bloodthirsty serpent head, scattering Cao Qin’s blade energy, and then fiercely striking him in the chest with a burst of Soul-devouring Black Flame.

"Ah!"

Cao Qin spat out a mouthful of reversed blood, his body being sent flying by the powerful force, crashing heavily into the ground, with the long knife slipping from his grasp.

At this point, Cao Qin’s body had been invaded by the Ghost Taoist’s black flame, with his lungs and veins filled with rampaging black flames.

Cao Qin lay on the ground, his complexion changing from green to white, extremely uncomfortable, wanting to struggle to get up but unable to do the least bit.

Seeing Cao Qin completely losing combat ability, a gleam of excitement appeared in the Ghost Taoist’s eyes, "The living soul of a Martial Artist at the Aperture Meridian level, if properly utilized, could greatly enhance my cultivation. Not only can it consolidate three apertures but even more."

On the ground, Cao Qin clutched his chest with one hand, watching the Ghost Taoist approach him step by step.

"My life is over." A hint of despair flashed in his heart, still waiting for Zhan Ting to come: "Killed by this evil Martial Artist, even death would bring no peace."

"Puff!"

Cao Qin’s eyes widened, and with a punch, he slammed the ground hard. Wanting to vent the emotions in his heart, but it caused his internal injury to act up, spewing blood once again.

"Senior brother, you must avenge me." Watching the Ghost Taoist approach, Cao Qin fell into despair, screaming in his heart.

The Ghost Taoist had no hesitation, he was sick, so he wanted him dead.

Instantly, he dashed toward Cao Qin, deciding to capture Cao Qin.

But just as he leaped up.

"Demon Nexus, open!"

A deep voice rang out.

As Cao Qin heard the voice, a gleam of surprise appeared in his eyes. In his despair, it was as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

The Ghost Taoist suddenly sensed a wave of hot air rapidly approaching.

The next moment, a huge figure suddenly appeared beside him.

Bang!

The opponent punched fiercely, before he could react, the punch already landed on his face.

At the spot where the two collided, a white air wave suddenly appeared and then spread to the surroundings.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Ghost Taoist’s body was suddenly smashed into the rubble, clearing an entire area of debris several dozen yards wide.

As the smoke and dust dispersed, only a drop-shaped pit roughly one foot deep remained, with the Ghost Taoist’s body lying straight within it, the lower hem of his robe torn into shreds, swaying back and forth in the storm.

After a moment, the Ghost Taoist felt a thread of clarity emerge in his dazed mind.

He shook his head vigorously, sat upright, and turned to see what had struck him.

He saw a black figure over a yard tall standing in the distance, with dark red blood vessels faintly visible beneath its skin, and a blistering furnace-like Qi-Blood constantly steaming around it, with surging energy continuously erupting from its body.