Mystical Journey

Chapter 714: Monster 2

At this moment, blood burst out from all over AG’s body. He felt as though he’d been struck by lightning. He trembled and the white gas was quickly sucked back into his mouth before a huge force picked him up and flew him a distance away.

On the other side, two more arms holding the cloth and dagger smashed towards Nasira and Manasi respectively.

The two of them were equally miserable and bloody. They did not know how they’d evaded that attack just now. Especially Manasi, his body looked dried up. One look and anyone would know he had used a taboo technique. His armor had already been smashed to pieces and there was nothing left of it.

The mountain-like monster with three heads and six arms stepped towards AG.

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Swish swish swish!!!

With three consecutive sounds, three black tentacles as thick as a barrel came rushing from the passage and smashed towards Garen with a huge force.

Garen narrowed his eyes, giving the impression that he could either be opening or closing his eyes. He took a step and left afterimages while avoiding the collision from the three tentacles. He made a circle with his fingers and lightly tapped on the tentacles.

Peng peng peng!!!

The three tentacles exploded without any resistance and broke into countless pieces before splashing on to the ground. The rest of the tentacles shrank back rapidly.

Garen sped up his pace and chased after them through the passages left and right. The broken parts of the tentacles were constantly within his sight and unable to get rid of him.

Garen’s speed had increased to a frightening extent. Every few seconds, he had to stomp on the wall or the ground to rush forward. When he reached a corner, he was able to turn in a weird way and get through it.

Soon, there was a green light in front of him getting brighter and brighter.

Hu!

With a gust of wind, Garen rushed into a giant egg-shaped cave following the tentacles.

He rushed out of the entrance and found himself in mid-air before falling down in a curve.

The walls around him were covered in green fluorescent moss. These moss became the only light source in this cave. In addition, there were numerous holes in all sizes that were passages leading to other places.

Just as Garen was falling down, numerous tentacles flew out from these holes and came crashing towards him.

These tentacles could be numbered at hundreds.

“Waterbird Fist’s Profound!” Garen crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Dual Blade!!”

With two snapping sounds, two invisible wind blades snapped out beside him to form an X-shaped white wind blade that danced around Garen.

He moved slightly and his body was suspended in mid-air with his two arms making a complete circle.

At the same time, the crossed wind blade moved. The ten meters long blades rolled and spun, forming a huge white circle that diced the hundreds of tentacles.

Countless tentacles convulsed in pain. The chopped pieces fell down while dripping black blood everywhere, and it looked as though it was raining blood and pieces of meat onto the sea of white bones below.

This scenes lasted a few seconds before Garen slowly landed with the tip of his feet on a bone. He stood on top of the tip of a sharp bone. The tip that was sharper than a needle was unable to pierce through the sole of his shoes.

‘You are getting better at using secret techniques…’ Black Sethe said while heaving a sigh. ‘The constant fights with Nadia, together with the long period of training that kept your life on the brink of life and death, has pushed you closer towards the style of secret techniques during our era.’

“Isn’t that good?” Garen asked while scanning the numerous convulsing tentacles.

‘The fist techniques of our time were simple and efficient without any extra flashy steps. Every move was created for killing. Each fist technique had its own unique characteristics and each and every one of them was profound to the extreme,’ Black Sethe sighed. ‘Your present style is very similar to ours and this is the true path without any useless actions.’

“Yes, secret techniques were originally created for killing,” Garen said and jumped from the bone towards a small stone door at the side.

There was the smell of AG and the others from there.

With the realm he reached now and his terrifyingly strong body, even if he did not activate the Seven Star Life’s Secret Point, he would not have any problem with the numerous tentacles here.

He had an average of seven points of attributes, ten points of vitality and eleven points of intelligence which determined his speed of reaction.

Such a terrifying body allowed him to even carry out adjustments to the secret techniques he performed, which was equivalent to manipulating the effect of his secret techniques, just like what performed just now.

The forte of those tentacles was their power and speed together with their toxic mucus, but all of these did not pose any problem to Garen. The characteristics of Waterbird Fist was its ability to stimulate the blood of anything it touched and achieved an effect similar to an explosion.

Dahm had trained this explosive characteristic to the extreme. As long as he made contact, a violent explosion would occur. The power was higher than the original Waterbird Fist by a fold. On the other hand, Hochman made this explosion into a stealthy trick which traveled along the blood vessel of his enemy and attacked their heart, achieving the goal of weakening his opponent. The more he fought, the heavier the burden would be on his opponent’s heart. His opponent would end up dying due to a heart attack or ruptured heart.

This was the difference in their development trends.

Only Garen was using the most primitive Two-Faced Waterbird Fist, which had the Profound Three Strikes: Dual Blade, White Jade, Flight. Among them, Flight was the final profundity which combined the essence of West Phoenix Fist. The more an expert grasped the essence of Waterbird Fist, the more they were able to use this technique to control the power of air and formed a turbulent flow of attacks. This turbulence would naturally form a giant bird which served as proof that it originated from West Phoenix Fist.

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In the moonlit forest.

The mountain-like three-headed monster with six arms swung one of its arms forward. The cloth in the hand immediately spread open and became wider and wider before turning into a red gigantic serpent. The serpent’s crimson eyes stared down and two laser beams shot out from its eyes, cutting through numerous trees and boulders.

Below, Nasira was unable to dodge in time. The layer of black gas that shrouded her body was touched by the red light. The black gas roiled around and was unexpectedly polluted, changing to a murky red. The red gas crept towards Nasira while polluting the rest of the gas.

Nasira screamed and threw out a black token in her hand before escaping the black gas and retreating away.

The black token exploded mid-air and left nothing behind.

Before she had the time to be heartbroken, the hand holding a flask in mid-air turned towards her. The mouth of the flask was aimed at her.

Hu…!!

Suddenly a huge force of suction came from the mouth of the flask, sucking in the trees, stones, and soil. Those things which got sucked shrank and became smaller before disappearing into the flask.

The red flask which was not even ten meters in height was acting like a black hole. It absorbed a lot of things but it did not even have the slightest hint that it was reaching its capacity.

The suction force pulled Nasira towards the sky. She tried desperately to grab hold of some of the sturdy roots but anything that she grabbed would be sucked into the flask.

Finally, seeing that she was flying higher and higher, her eyes turned vicious. Her left arm broke and fell off and her whole body turned blurry for a moment. A rotating weird text lit up on her forehead and flashed, before her body disappeared, reappeared in mid-air more than twenty meters away and she plunged down towards the ground.

The blood that leaked from her missing arm sprayed around. Nasira endured the pain by gritting her teeth. She tumbled downwards to the bottom. Not far away, both Manasi’s hands were gone, and one of his legs was also halved. Apparently, he’d used the Broken Lizard Tail method three times and ended up in his current miserable state.

In the face of a monster which had high strength, high speed, high resistance, and an overwhelming difference in abilities, other than escaping, they had no other way to deal with it.

This three-headed monster had a surprisingly high resistance towards witchcraft. All six kind of weapons each had different abilities. The dagger could attack from a long distance, the tomahawk could deal a large web-like abnormal attack, the cloth could turn into a giant snake that attacked automatically, the flask could suck in a large number of things and the ring represented absolute strength. All the strength was concentrated on one point. If it were other weapons, they could possibly resist them, but the strength of the ring was several times that of other weapons. If they were attacked by it head-on, it could only mean trouble.

The final weapon was a long stick that could deal damage to a wide area with a stun effect. Even if it was sweeping the wind, it could still produce the stunning effect.

In the forest, AG concealed his presence and hid beside a fallen tree trunk. The other two learned from him and quickly concealed their presence. Their body lit up for a few moments before they blended into their surroundings.

“Hush… This monster does not have a sense of smell. It only has the sense of sight and hearing. If we’d hidden like this from the beginning, we wouldn’t have ended up this miserable,” AG’s voice crossed hundreds of meters directly into Nasira and Manasi’s ears.

“Is there any way? How do we get out of here?” Nasira used the same witchcraft to send her voice over. She took a look at herself and Manasi’s conditions and smiled bitterly. “This is really a place of absolute death. No wonder those who came in never got out. Even people like us ended up like this.”

In fact, the biggest difference between Upper-level, Middle-level, and Lower-level Blood Breeds was not in their pure strength and speed. They paid more attention to secretive and complex means because when they reached the level of Death Apostle, power meant nothing in the face of technology like missiles and bombs.

Therefore, the strength of an Upper-Level Blood Breed was not very strong. Just like the methods of killing a person, the bullets from a pistol and the shells from a cannon had the same result. Although the difference in power was like day and night, the result was the same, so they no longer developed in this direction.

Entering this place and encountering this sort of monstrous existence with terribly high resistances, landing themselves in this kind of mess was actually quite normal.