Chapter 295 - Kill Your Arrogance, Blade Demon

As the president of the Blood Spirit Society, Lotus had had a few encounters with the Gate Organization, and thus knew some of its core members. Among them, Blade Demon Garoro, who often appeared in the eastern part of the Hongli Federation, left the deepest impression on him, mainly due to his exaggerated and top-tier combat prowess and those three extremely sharp, gleaming blades that seemed capable of cutting through any obstacle. His strength was beyond doubt.

After consuming the Berserk Serum, Lotus's mind had become somewhat muddled. Yet, he still sensed danger from Feng Liusi and Cassius targeting his immortality. If he continued fighting, he would die...

Therefore, Lotus broke through the walls at the cost of two more holes in his body while he was still somewhat clear-headed to seek help from other members of the Gate Organization. Besides, he had not yet used his trump card. He couldn't just foolishly die inside the hall like this.

The sunlight in the plaza fell on five figures entangled like beasts biting and clawing at each other. Lotus's cry for help immediately reached Blade Demon's ears. He was in a bad mood, having broken one of his blades, but there was no choice; he had to rescue his ally in this situation.

In Blade Demon's view, there were three formidable forces on the field. One was the trio that had ambushed him in East Sea City; another was the butler from the Black Ops Agency; and the last were the two from Cloud Dog Fist.

Unfortunately, both these forces held grudges against the Gate Organization. If six veteran combat artists joined forces, there was no way the three members of the Gate Organization could win. Therefore, the presence of Lotus, the president of the Blood Spirit Society and a veteran combat artist, was extremely important. He could use his rogue-like immortality to completely hold off two combat artists of the same level.

Although he didn't know why Lotus was so battered, Lotus was an Undying-Rank Dead Blood. Given some time, he could quickly return to normal and become a considerable combat force in the battle.

"Purple General, let's go together!!!" Garoro didn't hesitate as he drew his blade and advanced. He almost seemed like an unsheathed sword as he carved a straight path through the battlefield. His right hand traced a blurred arc at his waist. A dangerous blue light flashed fiercely under the sunlight.

"Alright." The usually languid Purple General had warmed up thoroughly after being blasted with rockets, so he was in combat mode. His white shirt was full of holes and burn marks, exposing the solid muscles underneath. His oily skin shimmered with a faint purple shine under the sunlight. It seemed to be the effect of some kind of body-tempering Covert Martial Arts.

He ripped his tattered shirt off, revealing tattoos over his entire chest. A head-sized purple circular pattern was tattooed right where his iron-like pectoral muscles met. Lines extended from the circle to every limb of his body.

"Earth Ring, Thousand-Pound Arms!"

Energy blasted outward like a dam had broken. The ring on Purple General's chest glowed, and the lines connecting to his arms suddenly brightened. The muscles of his arms flushed with a rich reddish-purple and noticeably inflated. Fierce bulging veins spread like branches beneath his skin.

A marble floor tile beneath him exploded upward as Purple General vanished alongside Blade Demon. Two figures, one black and the other purple, streaked across the plaza, targeting the five who were chasing each other on the plaza.

"Pierce!" The blue longsword that Garoro had vanished as a brilliant meteor suddenly appeared in the air, burning with a scorching golden-red flame. It was only upon closer inspection that one realized that it was actually a blade thrusting forward at incredible speed. It was moving so fast that its tip was creating visible friction against the air!

The blade’s humming was met by a raptor’s screech. A deep crimson figure sprang toward Garoro, and met the incoming blade with bare hands.

Ten red fingers clamped onto the blade like a claw, sending golden-red sparks flying along the blade. The vibrating metallic sound grated on everyone’s ears.

"Blade Demon." Feng Liusi laughed, a note of sarcasm in his tone. He gripped the stabbing blade tightly and said calmly, "I don't know how you recovered, but I can sense you've weakened, while I...have grown stronger."

The light in his pupils intensified. "Today, you may not be able to defeat me."

He paused, seeming to notice something. "Oh, you've broken a blade. Sorry, you're doomed..."

He declared Garoro's demise to his face. His tone was decisive, allowing no rebuttal.

"

Heh

, ridiculous! Even if I can't use Triple-Blade Style, I can defeat and kill you with just Dual-Blade Style! Afterall, I've done it once already." Garoro's eyes were cold and confident. He was referring to their first encounter during the battle on Eternal Island.

Garoro swiftly drew his blade. The purple-colored Slash Blade unleashed a waterfall-like diagonal slash in front of him. The silver arc descended like a falling mirror, tearing through the air with a piercing screech.

His style was consistently fast, precise, and utterly ruthless. If Feng Liusi had faced him alone in East Sea County without Cassius and Saint Feinan as distractions, this blade alone may have killed him.

However, today...

An arm shot out like a flying dragon and caught the blade in mid-air. Streams of white air burst between his fingers from the intense compression of air. One could see four red shark-tooth-shaped chains spiraling up the arm and surrounding the hand like thorns.

An unpleasant metallic sound came from the point of contact as the purple blade seemed to vibrate and struggle intensely. Garoro's face darkened. This was now the second time his sword had been caught. It wasn't that his blade wasn't fast enough, but...

"Garoro, do you feel it? Kill your arrogance. I'm enough to deal with you alone right now." Feng Liusi's figure suddenly appeared beside Blade Demon. His fists traced thick red lines in the air, issuing an invitation to battle with a ferocious combat stance.

A one-on-one between the two strongest individuals present!

Violent energy rippled through the air, forming blurred shockwaves. The two combatants moved away as their fierce blade and fist imprints clashed and created ripples in the air.

"That's... Blood Fist Feng Liusi?!" Beside Butler Amos, Aro’s eyes widened as he recalled something. Wasn't this reclusive elder powerhouse from Wenxia County already lost to inner demons? He had heard of them before but wasn't very familiar. Moreover, his youthful appearance and aura didn't match a combat artist in his seventies.

"That's Blood Fist Feng Liusi? It's said his realm and strength have surpassed veteran combat artists... So it's true. No, even more so..." Tom was stronger than Oro. The sense of danger rising in his heart told him these two were definitely top-tier combat artists and far superior to everyone else present.

"Do you plan to keep watching the show?" Amos spoke calmly beside them. He pulled his white gloves tighter and pointed toward Cassius's side. "Those three are our people; don't harm them. Since your opponents are the Blood Spirit Society, clean up those riffraff on the field. Make it quick."

Amos blurred into action. He spread his hands, fingers opening and closing. Strands of silvery metallic threads swayed and spun in the wind between his fingers.

He joined the battlefield like a marionette spider descending from the sky!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists and palms collided, creating shockwaves at the point of impact. The two figures separated, causing the ground to shake with each step. Cassius was somewhat surprised to be blocked by someone.

Few could even slightly contend with him in strength. Although there was still a considerable gap in strength, they could still defend for a short time. This purple-skinned youth before him had exquisite combat skills and excellent timing as he blocked Cassius's heavy attacks.

"Earth Ring, Tyrannosaurus Steps!" The ring on Purple General's chest flashed, and his leg strength surged. He threw a kick to intercept Cassius's sweeping kick. His lower leg rebounded and slammed back into the ground, creating a small crater.

"Earth Ring, Armored Body!" The ring flickered, and his chest muscles bulged. His already inverted-triangle physique grew even more exaggerated as his pectoral muscles bulged to become like armor plates.

His flesh ripped as he took an unavoidable punch. Purple General grunted, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Yet, he had withstood Cassius's punch, bearing only a fist imprint.

"Earth Ring, Serpent Waist!" He twisted bizarrely in mid-air, performing a movement impossible for the human body. Cassius's punch grazed past his body, while Purple General managed to gain the upper hand with a sharp elbow strike on Cassius's collarbone.

The rings of white air were tinted red and purple by their Qi. Dirt splashed around as they clashed, adding a touch of splendid color.

"Interesting! A very unique Covert Martial Arts and peculiar techniques..." Cassius's eyes flickered as he analyzed Purple General's combat style. The Covert Martial Arts he practiced seemed to allow temporary transfer of energy and blood within the body, explosively stimulating a specific muscle group.

Normally, Covert Martial Arts Practitioners strengthened the limbs that corresponded to the arts they practiced. These were balanced and fixed, forming the foundations of the Covert Martial Arts Practitioner. Secret techniques in all aspects built upon these foundations.

However, Purple General's Covert Martial Arts were different; he could rapidly transfer energy within his body, moving it wherever needed, and his reaction speed was very fast. Theoretically, if he could achieve seamless transitions, his entire physique would have no weaknesses; every part would be at its strongest when facing an enemy's punch!

It was quite miraculous, and a unique approach that had never been imagined before. Moreover, Purple General had cultivated this Covert Martial Arts to an extraordinary level. Even with Cassius's keen perception, he couldn't find any flaws or break the combat balance. Therefore, he was going to need backup.

Cassius flashed sharply to the left, and a whistling sound suddenly appeared behind him. Over ten meters away, Amos swung his knife hand through the air. Dozens of intertwined metallic threads extended out like sharp blades from his little finger.

The flung metal threads carved a twisting ditch on the ground as it slashed toward Purple General like a whip. This move caught Purple General off guard. He had been focused entirely on Cassius, making it hard to notice other threats. Now he was surprised to see the metallic threads about to reach him...

Purple General forcibly activated his Earth Ring and shifted himself backward by a meter. He grunted as he landed hastily. The bright sunlight lit up a red line on his strong chest that had almost split him in two. His skin had been torn, muscles had ruptured, and blood seeped out of the slash. He groaned, spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood. He had paid a price to forcibly activate his ability.

"

Cough, cough...

" He stared at the black-haired youth beside Cassius. "You're together!"

"Don't waste time. Attack together!" Amos, in his youthful form, looked cold, his hands entwined with silver threads that shimmered under the sunlight. He gave off a sharp and icy sensation.

Bang! Bang!

As Purple General's expression changed, two figures suddenly charged toward him. He was strong but couldn't resist a master equal in strength and another combat artist.

"Has that bastard Lotus recovered yet?!" Purple General's gaze swept over to Black Peacock, who was entangled with Saint Feinan, and saw Lotus, the president of the Blood Spirit Society, recovering while fighting the two from Cloud Dog Fist. He seemed to have recovered significantly and still had a trace of clarity in his eyes. The effects of the Berserk Serum were increasingly evident.

As his rationality faded, Lotus seemed to make a decision. Vibrations of a special frequency rapidly transmitted through the air, resonating with all the Dead Blood present.

Some Dead Blood members screamed, bleeding from their orifices as they collapsed into masses of living red liquid. These viscous fluids flowed across the ground from all directions, leaving ritualistic red traces on the ground, as they wound around Lotus.

Lotus stood with his head raised and arms outstretched.

This was a high-level Dead Blood ability, Amalgamation. It gathered numerous Dead Blood bodies to form a massive, terrifying monster that was the fusion of all the Dead Bloods.