Demon Immortal-Novel



The <Primal Bull Fist> was a martial art that was practiced by body cultivators.

It was fundamentally different from the martial arts practiced by qi cultivators in the world. Apart from mobilizing physical energy, the <Primal Bull Fist> was also capable of molding one's physique with prolonged usage.

While Duncan hadn't reached such a level yet, he was already starting to feel the difference in his body. Compared to earlier, the usage of <Primal Bull Fist> allowed him to use more of the physical energy that was hidden in his body.

When it comes to martial arts practiced by cultivators, no matter what type they are, they have a fundamental quality that's common across all types. The amount of time one practices a martial art doesn't actually mean anything. 

If that was the case, then only those who practiced a particular martial arts for a long time can bring out its effectiveness. However, the progress of an individual in a martial art can never be defined by time alone. 

Every martial art that was created has a concept, idea, or symbol as its base. When those who practice martial arts understand the underlying idea behind the martial art, they can showcase most of the potential the martial arts contains. Even if they haven't practiced for long, they could bring forth tremendous power with the martial art if they can understand the underlying idea behind the creation of the martial art.

Duncan had been thinking about this fist art for a week now. He could already vaguely understand the direction and phenomena from which the martial art stemmed from. Even though his understanding was vague, he could easily mobilize his physical energy and try to implement the idea he had glimpsed as the core of the martial art.

Naturally, the effect was satisfying.

After being encircled, Duncan didn't panic. He knew that as long as he wasn't completely careless, he would be able to stand toe-to-toe with these so-called young talents.

Duncan was a bit disappointed with the level of power showcased by these people. Even with their sects backing these people these guys were very average. Duncan could currently take on cultivators at the Violet Palace realm. He had already exceeded the power cap for the Spirit Sea realm.

Only the rare geniuses and those who could fight above realms can even manage to hurt him at this point. These young geniuses who are used to dominating people in their cultivation levels felt lackluster to him.

As Duncan smashed the pitiful sword attack sent by a cultivator, he inwardly lamented about the difference in cultivation between these guys and him at the same level. Until now, Duncan had never compared his strength with those of the same level. Most of his fights were against demonic beasts and a few cultivators who were a level above him.

He had expected disparity. After all, he was someone who was trying to establish a legendary foundation. Compared to the sublimation his cultivation had undergone, these cultivation levels boosted by pills and spirit stones were indeed lacking.

However, even with all of these guys joining in, they were able to barely hold on against him. While singlehandedly smashing all these so-called young geniuses felt great, Duncan also wondered if there was anyone at the same realm who could pose a challenge to him.

The current strength these people who were supposed to be elites of various sects showcasing was really not that great. Most of their attacks were blasted away by the fists he sent out. Even when he hadn't cultivated the <Primal Bull Fist> for long, the power his attacks posed outright defeated the combined attacks of several people.

Duncan really liked the feeling of dominating people with his fists. He didn't even need to unsheath his sword to deal with these wall flowers. He enjoyed smashing their attacks apart a lot. A childish glee engulfed his heart as he went about breaking apart their attacks with his bare fists. It felt powerful. There was a primal feel to it.

As Duncan threw punch after punch in all directions trying to smash as many attacks into smithereens as possible, the attackers were beginning to despair as well. 

No matter how hard they attacked, most seemed to not even make it to the body of their enemy. What meager attacks that were missed, landed on Duncan's body and were shrugged off by him nonchalantly. Apart from ruining Duncan's robes, the attacks didn't do much to him at all.

They were like raindrops entering an arid desert. There was no reaction from Duncan towards those attacks that landed on him. Soon, it became clear to everyone that unless they all took out their trump card, it wouldn't even be enough to injure this prey they were hunting. 

Thinking back to their arrogance and self-confidence, several people in the group felt incredibly unwilling to let things stand as they were. They tried to attack in every possible way and increase the power of their attacks in order to not lose face.

As time passed, and their various attacks failed to make any impact, Duncan decided to end things before these people got disheartened and ran away. While enjoying the rush given by the <Primal Bull Fist> was indeed great, he needed to make sure he collected enough slaughter qi.

Just as he was about to kick things up a notch, a particularly bright sword attack came towards him. A small sense of danger emanated from the attack causing Duncan's eyebrows to raise higher. 

Turning towards the bright sword attack, Duncan felt that this attack was different from the previous ones that came at him. He immediately ignored the other attacks and threw his fist towards the incoming attack. Duncan put all his physical power into that fist making it loom larger.

The sudden change in the situation caused everyone who was attacking Duncan madly to stop and see what was going on. Duncan's fist met the bright sword attack with a resounding bang. However, the expected scene of his fist smashing the sword attack didn't happen at all. 

To Duncan's surprise and everyone else's as well, the sword attack cut through Duncan's fist image and landed on Duncan. After going through Duncan's fist, the sword attack was relatively dull compared to its earlier brightness. But, when it landed on Duncan, a small cut appeared on Duncan's body causing it to bleed slightly.

Duncan looked at the cut that had appeared on his body in a daze and looked up to see the cultivator who had sent out that particular attack breathing heavily in the distance.

Seeing the cultivator's obviously haggard appearance, Duncan smiled slightly. Duncan pressed his fingers on the sword cut and felt the blood that was seeping out. As everyone watched, Duncan scooped the blood with his finger and looked at it closely. 

The next moment, Duncan licked that blood and looked at the cultivator in an approving manner. 

"Good, at least one of you can injure me," Duncan smirked slightly at the man causing everyone to have nasty looks on their faces.

The cultivator who injured Duncan scrunched up his face in anger and shame. He was a sword cultivator who pursued the motto that offense is the best defense. He had always focused on honing his sword to be more sharper. To see his ultimate attack only causing a small wound, the cultivator felt a little indignant.

"Don't rejoice too soon, you demon!" 

The cultivator shouted in anger. His entire face turned red and his eyes turned bloodshot. There was hatred and intent to hurt on his face. He looked at Duncan as if he wanted to kill him.

Duncan perceived the killing intent emanating from that cultivator and nodded in his heart. All this time, while he was fighting with these guys he felt as if something was missing. He didn't know what it was, but he felt its distinct lack of presence very keenly.

Now, feeling the killing intent from the cultivator, Duncan knew at last what was missing until now. So far, all his fights were fought against opponents who wanted to kill him for various reasons. This group of idiots was the first to attack him without any killing intent in them.

They had wanted to humble him and use him as a stepping stone. They didn't really want to kill him. To them, he was merely some arrogant evil cultivator who needed to be taught a lesson. So, they never fought with full conviction or desire to eradicate him.

To Duncan, such kind of fighting was anathema. He approached every fight with the intent to kill the other party. Even during spars with his fellow sect members, he never held back anything. Duncan intuitively felt the difference between demonic cultivators and righteous cultivators at this moment.

"Everyone, do not hold back anymore. It is true that he is powerful. But, he can't hope to defeat all of us by himself. He is just an evil monster who needs to be put down. We can't shame our sects and friends by letting such an evil being walk atop this earth. We need to eradicate him right here. Only then, he wouldn't grow up to become a scourge," the cultivator with the sword spoke passionately trying to rile up others as well.

Duncan watched him rile up others with a detached gaze. He knew that at some point these people would forget that they chased after him and hunted him down and speak as if they were doing the world a favor. After all, it was how the righteous cultivators operated. So, he had been expecting such a thing to happen sooner or later.

So, he didn't see much value in interrupting the spiel that the cultivator was spewing. He silently watched him whip the group into a frenzy. Soon, the entire group was riled up and was out for blood. Their entire posture had changed from despair to one of determination. Duncan saw their determination to kill him in their eyes.

Duncan narrowed his eyes and decided that it was time to enter the next level in this fight.

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