12dz Chapter 12 The Birth of the Dragon!
Chapter 12 The Birth of the Dragon!
"kill!!!"
A roar ripped through the twilight, and the battle erupted instantly!
Lei Bao grinned maliciously and brandished his twin halberds:
"Brothers, follow me and charge in! Money and women, take them all!"
Dozens of ruthless bandits behind him roared in agreement, brandishing their weapons and charging toward the gate of the Chen residence.
Faced with the promise of a hefty reward and the threat of death, the dozens of Black Fiend Guards and Netherworld Guards at the front roared in unison, forming a battle formation. With a forest of swords and crossbow bolts leading the charge, they swept towards the lone figure on the stone steps like a torrent of steel!
At the same time, dozens of powerful crossbows were fired simultaneously from the rooftops on both sides and the street corners. The poisoned crossbow bolts tore through the air, emitting a shrill whistle, and enveloped Chen Xuan's entire body!
Faced with this unavoidable and deadly situation, Chen Xuan finally made his move.
He didn't retreat a single step, but instead took a step forward, his figure blurring for a moment like a ghost.
In the next instant, he had already deliberately plunged into the surging rain of swords, spears, and arrows!
"Clang clang clang clang—!"
The clanging of metal against metal instantly merged into one loud explosion! Chen Xuan's figure weaved through the flashing blades, his hands moving with either fingers or palms, each strike simple and direct, yet as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain.
He doesn't take all attacks head-on, but avoids most of them at the last minute, using offense as a form of defense.
A Black Fiend Guard swung his blade fiercely, but Chen Xuan dodged the blade to the side and struck the man's ribs with his elbow. With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the man was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting blood and flying backward.
Two Netherworld Guards, one on the left and one on the right, silently thrust their poisoned blades toward his back. Chen Xuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he spun slightly, flicked two fingers like lightning, and precisely struck the blade. With two "clangs," the poisoned blade deflected and instead pierced his companion's body, causing a scream to erupt.
When crossbow bolts were about to strike, Chen Xuan twisted his body or waved his sleeve, his surging internal energy causing most of the bolts to fly away. The few that hit his body were deflected by his protective true energy, leaving only shallow marks on his clothes.
He was like a tiger among sheep; wherever he went, men and horses fell, and the sounds of broken bones and snapped muscles filled the air.
The perfect level of the Yi Jin Jing not only grants powerful internal strength and a robust physique, but also the ultimate control over every bit of power and every movement of the body.
But the enemy was too numerous and well-trained. The Black Fiend Guards fought to the death in formation, advancing and retreating with strategy; the Netherworld Guards were cunning and ruthless, targeting vital points; and the archers on the perimeter fired arrows at them relentlessly.
Although Chen Xuan was brave, he could not break through the encirclement of hundreds of people in an instant. He needed to move, dodge, block, and counterattack constantly, and his physical strength and internal energy were being consumed continuously.
In particular, one must be on guard against the two terrifying auras in the distance that have not yet made a move; one's mind must be on high alert.
The battle lasted for about fifteen minutes, and thirty or forty corpses lay in front of the Chen residence, their blood staining the long street.
Several more tears appeared on Chen Xuan's blue robe, and he felt a tingling sensation on his arms and shoulders where the poisoned blade had grazed him, which he forcefully suppressed with his internal energy.
His breathing was slightly rapid, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Although the enemy suffered even greater casualties, reinforcements continued to pour in, relentlessly killing them.
"The depth of this boy's internal strength is truly astonishing."
On the rooftop, the old snake hissed hoarsely, his pale green eyes fixed on the figure traversing the arena.
"Sect Leader Qiu, your Black Fiend Guards probably won't be able to wear him down. It seems you'll have to personally intervene and force him to reveal his true weakness."
Qiu Wanshan, who could no longer contain himself, grinned maliciously upon hearing this:
"Just what I wanted! Today, I will use this brat's blood to sacrifice for my Black Wind Clan's banner!"
With a stomp of his foot, the roof tiles shattered, and he swooped down like a giant owl, heading straight for Chen Xuan in the arena!
While in mid-air, his palms had turned pitch black, emanating a pungent, foul-smelling palm wind. It was the Black Wind Sect's ultimate technique, the "Black Fiend Soul-Chasing Palm," unleashed at full power!
The palm strike covered an area of several feet, engulfing Chen Xuan and several enemies around him, demonstrating extreme ruthlessness.
Chen Xuangang pierced the throat of a Netherworld Guard with a single finger, feeling a fierce wind pressing down on his body. The chilling killing intent and insidious palm force made his skin sting.
He dared not be negligent. He took a deep breath, and the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing in his body surged forth. Without dodging or avoiding, he lowered his waist and sat in a horse stance, raising his right palm and unleashing a palm strike of utmost yang and strength to meet the attack head-on!
"boom--!!!"
Their palms clashed like a thunderclap from a clear sky! A violent burst of energy exploded from the two of them, sending several Black Wind Sect disciples who couldn't dodge in time spitting blood and staggering backward. The bluestone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch, and dust billowed everywhere.
Chen Xuan swayed slightly, and the bluestone beneath his feet sank half an inch. He felt a cold and vicious force, like a maggot clinging to bone, drilling into his Laogong acupoint on his palm, attempting to erode his meridians.
He groaned, and the perfected Yi Jin Jing internal energy spread like wildfire, instantly dispelling most of the chill, but his arm still felt sore and numb.
Qiu Wanshan then somersaulted in mid-air, landing three zhang away. He took two steps back, each step leaving deep footprints on the bluestone. An abnormal flush crossed his face, and a flash of surprise appeared in his eyes.
He didn't expect that after a long and fierce battle, Chen Xuan hastily received his full-force palm strike, which he had been preparing for a long time, and was only slightly at a disadvantage!
"Good lad! You do have some skill!" Qiu Wanshan roared, suppressing his surging blood and qi, his eyes flashing even more fiercely.
"But today, you are doomed! The black wind will devour your bones!"
...
On the other side, the battle at the gate of the mansion was equally fierce.
Lei Bao roared, his two iron short halberds wielding great force, cleaving down two guards from the Chen family who were blocking his way, and rushed straight towards Chen Zhan in front of the gate.
"You old bastard, prepare to die!"
Chen Zhan's white hair flew wildly, his heavy iron blade drawing a thick arc as he fiercely met the attack! "You scoundrel, take this!"
"clang!"
The blades clashed, producing a deafening roar. Chen Zhan was jolted, taking a half-step back, feeling a tingling numbness in his arm, and was secretly alarmed:
"This guy is incredibly strong!"
He was old and frail, and could not match the strength of the young Lei Bao.
Lei Bao pressed his advantage relentlessly, wielding his twin halberds with lightning speed, launching attack after attack, employing a desperate, all-or-nothing fighting style.
Chen Zhan focused intently, bringing his decades of swordsmanship experience to its fullest potential, firmly defending his position while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
The two fought fiercely, and it was difficult to determine who was superior for a time.
Zhao Fu, along with the rest of his household guards, formed a simple circular formation and stood firmly at the entrance, fighting against an enemy force several times their size.
People kept falling, their blood staining the steps, but the survivors fought on relentlessly, their roars and screams echoing through the air.
The stone steps in front of the Chen residence have become a slaughterhouse.
...
On the other side, Snake Elder watched all this quietly, paying particular attention to the battle situation on Chen Xuan's side.
Seeing that Chen Xuan did not slow down despite being surrounded, a cold smile seemed to appear on the corner of his withered lips under his black robe, but his brows were already showing seriousness.
In the arena, Qiu Wanshan no longer held back. He moved again, his palms as black as night, leaving behind afterimages. The wind from his palms carried the sound of ghostly wails, and the stench of blood filled the air. His moves were ruthless and cunning, targeting Chen Xuan's major acupoints and joints. It was clearly the Black Wind Sect's trump card in close combat.
He had been immersed in this art for decades, and his palm techniques were insidious, ruthless, and experienced, far surpassing those of his previous subordinates.
Chen Xuan focused his mind and pushed the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing to its peak, unleashing wide and powerful palm techniques, using force to overcome skill and speed to defeat speed.
The two fought with lightning speed, exchanging more than ten moves in an instant. Their palm strikes and fist strikes were powerful and explosive, and the ground cracked and walls collapsed wherever they went. Ordinary martial artists could not even get close to them.
Qiu Wanshan grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Chen Xuan's internal energy was far more refined and profound than he had anticipated, and it seemed to possess some strange properties that had a strong effect of suppressing and purifying the insidious power of his "Black Fiend Palm."
What's even more terrifying is Chen Xuan's stamina and reflexes. After a series of battles, he showed little sign of exhaustion. On the contrary, he became more and more courageous, and his moves flowed smoothly and seamlessly, giving him the slight advantage of being able to turn the tables on him.
"We can't drag this out any longer!" A ruthless glint flashed in Qiu Wanshan's eyes. He suddenly feigned an opening, leaving his chest wide open.
How could Chen Xuan let such a golden opportunity slip by? A glint flashed in his eyes, and his long-prepared palm strike, carrying the immense and unstoppable internal force of the Yi Jin Jing, aimed straight at Qiu Wanshan's chest! If this palm strike landed, even an iron body would be shattered.
However, just as Chen Xuan's palm strike was about to hit his body, Qiu Wanshan revealed a sinister smile of triumph. He neither dodged nor evaded, but instead concentrated all his life's power in his chest, while simultaneously a jet-black, gleaming needle slipped from his sleeve and silently pierced Chen Xuan's lower abdomen!
It was his long-hidden, self-destructive killing move—"Sacrifice Poison Sting"! The needle was coated with "Corrosive Marrow," a secret poison of the Black Wind Sect, which would kill instantly upon contact with blood, leaving no chance of survival for the victim.
"puff!"
"laugh!"
Two soft sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
Chen Xuan's powerful and fierce palm strike landed squarely on Qiu Wanshan's chest.
Qiu Wanshan's chest bones cracked with a teeth-grinding sound. His eyes bulged, shocked that Chen Xuan would actually risk his life for hiss, and he had underestimated Chen Xuan's internal strength.
He coughed up a mouthful of dark blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his whole body flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily against the wall on the side of the street, and slowly sliding down. It was clear that he was going to die.
Qiu Wanshan, the leader of the Black Wind Sect, also known as "Black-Hearted Old Man," is dead!
At the same time, his "Corrosive Marrow Poison Needle" pierced Chen Xuan's lower abdomen.
Although the protective inner energy prevented it from penetrating deeply, the deadly poison carried by the needle tip had already entered the body through the broken skin!
Chen Xuan groaned, his body trembling violently. A burning, icy pain shot through his lower abdomen. The poison was extremely potent, rapidly eroding his flesh and internal energy!
His face turned pale, and he hurriedly circulated the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing to suppress it, but the poison was cunning and difficult to completely eliminate in a short time, causing his movements to pause.
In the blink of an eye, as Chen Xuan killed Qiu Wanshan with his palm and was poisoned and injured himself—
The old snake, which had been lurking on the roof like a venomous snake, moved.
The moment Chen Xuan killed Qiu Wanshan, was poisoned and injured, and his aura fluctuated violently, was, in his eyes, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill!
"Hehehe...Boy, you have reason to be proud that you killed Qiu Wanshan. Now, hand over your life and the secrets of your martial arts to this old man!"
Amidst a hoarse, sinister laugh, the hunched figure of the old snake, like a weightless ghost, floated down from the rooftop.
Before the person even arrived, those withered, bluish hands were already outstretched, their ten fingers dancing.
Countless fine, almost invisible gray-black "Netherworld Fiend Silk" strands, as thin as cow's hair, silently enveloped all of Chen Xuan's vital points, like a net covering the sky and the earth, carrying a bone-chilling cold and terrifying corrosive power!
At the same time, a thick, inky, and foul-smelling black poisonous mist surged forth from his sleeves, churning and coalescing.
It transformed into several ferocious venomous pythons, hissing and lunging forward! The sheer ferocity and the bizarre nature of its poison far surpassed that of any previous enemy!
The real, deadly crisis descended upon Chen Xuan just as he had killed his enemy but was also poisoned and injured, and the transition between his old and new powers was still unstable!
【Ding! 】
[Detected that the host killed Qiu Wanshan, the leader of the Black Wind Sect, completely dismantling the core combat force of the Black Wind Sect and its affiliated sects!]
[Main Quest: [Purge of Qingyang] - Final Objective Achieved!]
[Mission Reward: Ultimate Skill - Perfected "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms"!]