Mystical Journey

A black shadow quickly caught up. Impressively, it was that black-shirt girl who shot that cold arrow, but her speed was slightly slower. When she heard the sound of water while waiting beside the boat, she rushed towards the flange of the boat, and looked down on the floating Black Water Flower.

“Damn it!” The black-shirt girl slapped the side of the boat, smashing the edge of the boat-sides. For a moment, a deep dent appeared.

Boom!

Suddenly, a fist smashed the sides of the boat underneath her. The fist opened up into a palm, and it fiercely caught something with one grab.

Thump!

The black-shirt girl looked mad, as her right thigh was caught. She violently tried to pull away, but she lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thump.

“Profound – Disordered Flow!” Hochman said in a low voice, from the outer side of the boat.

In a split second, the edge of the boat-side lit up with a bunch of golden sparks. Then, a tearing and piercing metal friction sound rang out.

In the huge spark, the boat side started ripping apart, revealing the situation inside. Both of Hochman’s arms wildly chopped forwards. With every chop, the strength of his speed hit a terrifying level. Although it is not as violent as before, where it gave out a white whistle, each karate chop he did was as if it was a real blade instead, violently chopping up the Blood Breed woman’s body. Suddenly, fresh blood shot out.

In a short second, Hochman had chopped out a dozen knives towards the front. All of them were on the Blood Breed woman’s body. Especially her chest, it was chopped until it was bloody and all caved in. With one violent kick, the Blood Breed woman flew out. Then, Hochman creased his brows; if his right shoulder wasn’t attacked, causing a loss of force in his right arm, he could have ripped the Blood Breed woman apart just now.

Stepping onto the edge of the wrecked boat, he borrowed that strength and like a bat, he flapped the sleeves of his robe and flew away. He drifted on the surface of the water, not falling into the sea yet. An explosive sound could be heard coming from both of Hochman’s legs.

Under his feet, water splashes burst out. It was shocking to find that both his feet were fiercely stamping on the water surface. Borrowing this strength, again, he stepped on the water like a water spider, traveling a far distance. In the blink of an eye, he had exceeded more than two hundred meters.

“The most important thing now is not the battle with two of the Blood Breeds. Instead, it is about finding the masks that Master needs, and then we leave!” Hochman’s aim was very clear. He immediately stepped into the water and left, creating a huge thrust with every terrifying explosive power. It allowed him to travel at a much higher speed compared to the fastest motorboat.

The cruise ship behind him quickly became smaller, darker, and more blurry in the evening.

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Holy Fist Palace.

“Both Marshalls were attacked?”

Garen picked up a chess piece for a moment, then gently put in down in front of the board.

He was playing chess with Tu Lan, sitting in a small and quiet room that was not more than a few square meters wide. On the side, a huge letter “quiet” written with a black ink on a white paper, in a Sina character.

The Sina text was very similar to the ones on the Earth were Garen lived. However, the size Sina was far less than China, where the size of it was more than a million square kilometers. Instead, it was a combined series of smaller countries like Sina. Asia and Europe were very similar too — there were dozens of large and small countries. Some of them were strong, and some of them were weak. Furthermore, invaded countries that participated in second world war were also included. Those that once had the world’s first Air Force, and wanted to conquer the world with force.

“Do you need me to take a look at it?” Tu Lan looked at Garen, and put down his chess piece.

“No need.” Garen shook his head slightly, “everyone has their own things to do.”

As he put the chess piece down lightly, he removed Tu Lan’s dragon piece immediately. He saw Tu Lan’s face turned green. Even though this old-school Blood Breed had been alive for many years, all he could feel was his IQ being crushed whenever he was with Garen.

There was no bigger picture, nor was there any tricks, but just some partial battling involved. With every partial battle, Garen would win nine battles out of ten of them.

His calculation and deducing skills made people boil with anger. Using such simple calculation skills to crush people gave them no chance to resist. So much that seeing the chess board now gave Tu Lan a bit of a trauma since she had never won before.

Or maybe my chess skills are too weak; if I was replaced by chess player who was strong at overlooking the bigger picture, they would definitely win, Tu Lan comforted herself.

“Are you men in position?” Garen suddenly asked a no-brainer question.

Tu Lan nodded.

“They have been in their position since ten minutes ago,” the both of them packed the chess pieces and put them into the chess basket.

“Let’s wait awhile longer.” After Garen kept the chess pieces, he reclined on the chair and began to repose by closing his eyes.

He was really calm.

Tu Lan could not help but look at him. The Older Generation Blood Breeds were attacking two of his strongest and most important men. Yet, he was no the least bit affected by it.

Garen’s expression was calm. In his mind, the black-covered Demonic Book slowly floated and rotated around slowly. It was as if his whole body was spreading out a dull golden light. Ever since he had grasped the true meaning of Holy Phoenix, the Demonic Book became like that.

In reality, more and more martial arts steps were recorded in the Demonic Book. Even Dahm’s and Hochman’s two new Waterbird Fists were recorded by Garen. Along with this recording, the Demonic Book was becoming stranger and stranger. Originally, it was just a simple notebook, but it slowly turned into something that had some magical effect that linked Garen’s brain with the Demonic Book.

Most times, Garen could feel the Demonic Book, as if he was pregnant with the Soul Seed. Sometimes, he could even feel it’s beating, just like a beating heart.

As time passed, Garen sat as still as a monk — he did not move at all. There wasn’t even a single change in his expression, just as if he was sleeping.

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Boom!

In the Underground Palace, it was densely packed with red long knives and countless wired strings fighting against each other. There was no crisp sound coming from the metal, but only a combination of countless sounds, forming a muffled explosion.

The wired strings retreated. However, Beard pushed forwards, charging towards Dahm.

“Profound – Bloody Night!” Dahm shouted violently. Countless wired strings suddenly emerged in a pale-red color indicating a large number of spirits that were flowing along the wired string. It was as if a fluid-like liquid covered the whole strong, forming a huge red net, rushing towards Beard.

Chi chi chi chi chi!

A large number of wired strings carried a horrifying cutting-air sound rushed towards Beard. Some of the stone sculpture decorations that stuck out in some of the halls were cut off with just a silent and gentle graze. However, before the broken pieces fell into the floor, it was cut through once more with the flying wired strings and they all turned into countless tiny debris. With a bang, the debris exploded immediately.

That was Dahm’s explosive power. After going through the improvement of Waterbird Fist, he used a huge amount of resources to collect and organize the martial arts information. Then, the most scientific method of deduction was used to calculate the most suitable and strongest battle method for himself.

“Holy Technique – Faded.”

The knife in Beard’s hand was as red as blood. The front of it faced the red net, like a lightning in the night sky, or a laser. Only when it lit up did it cut through the big red net. The moment the red knife met the string, a bright light reflection from the top of the knife lit up with a clang. Unexpectedly, it cut the wired net into half.

For the first time, Dahm’s face revealed a grave expression.

He waved both his arms, and once again shot out many wired strings. Among three of them continuously replenished the wired strings that were broken. The rest were silently hiding in the dark, quietly creeping behind Beard.

Chi chi!

Right above Beard’s head, a huge chunk of heavy stone was cut through with a string.

Boom! Just as the huge stone fell down, Beard’s sword shattered it into tiny pieces that eventually fell onto the floor, like raindrops.

“I can’t remember clearly how many years it has been, but other than the Death Apostles, there weren’t many Blood Breeds who survived until their fifth move in front of me.” Beard removed his cigarette bud and blew out a mouthful of smoke, “let’s see if you can break the record today.”

“The fourth move!” As Beard’s pupils narrowed, his whole body gave out an extremely dangerous atmosphere, “red lotus!”

The moment the sound rang, Beard flew forwards, moving towards Dahm’s direction.

In mid-air, with a clang that rang out beside him, four blood-red sword reflection lit up. The reflection of the sword continued to light up to a point where it kept spinning, as if it was a windmill, turning in the wind. The speed of the spin became quicker and quicker. From a distance, it looked like a red lotus flower that did not stop spinning.

Bang bang bang!

The red lotus immediately broke open countless wired strings, as he was getting closer to Dahm.

In a split second, this was the first time Dahm felt a life-threatening situation where his nerves were constantly agitated. It was not the same as his past experiences. The true strength of this enemy in front of him far exceeded his. Since when did Blood Breed has such scary Upper-level Blood Breed? Even if it was a Death Apostle, it was not estimated as such.

Seeing as the red lotus was closing in fast, Dahm’s brain could not help but flash across different solutions. However, there was nothing he could use that would truly defeat the enemy in front of him. Against his enemy, his tough metal strings were like weak ropes; once hit, then it breaks. If he directly slashed forwards, Dahm would still be able to sneak an attack on Beard’s back. But with the speed that it’s spinning in now, there would be no flaws all around him.

This was the first time — the first time he was faced with a single opponent, and Dahm wanted to retreat. Suddenly, he thought about the information he saw not long ago. There were five families in Blood Breed, and every family had a unique Holy Technique.

However, it was weird that among five families, only four were Death Apostle families. Whereas when he linked up all the information he had seen, the last one was an Upper-level Blood Breed that acted as Landlord.

Dahm’s expression finally changed. In the information, the only non-Death Apostle family’s Landlord was suddenly in the shape of Beard. It was also said that he used a long knife as a weapon. He was known as the world’s famous top-level knife master.

The red lotus became closer, and now he was close at hand. Dahm wanted to get out, but it was as if his body was immobilized. There was an unknown attraction that locked him onto the ground so that he could not move.

“Damn it!” Dahm wildly raised both his hands. In this life and death situation, he did not care much. If he did not retaliate, he would be chopped into minced meat!

“Profound… First Star,” a low, yet familiar voice appeared in his consciousness.

Suddenly, Dahm’s eyes were wide open. He could feel something that did not belong to him in his body. However, it was also an oddly familiar violent strength surging outwards.

Whiz…

In the blink of an eye, countless wired strings gathered in his hand and turned into one blood-colored spear that slowly suspended beside his face.

“Flight of the Evil Phoenix…”

At this moment, Dahm finally realized that the original Waterbird Fist was the final secret of the terrifyingly brutal Profound technique.

The subtle wind flew past as the warmth brushed his face, like there was a voice reverberating in the wind.

Could you hear it? It was the sound of the wind…

Unconsciously, Dahm closed his eyes.

Then, the sound of birds chirping rang out.

The red lotus froze in mid-air, stopping less than one meter away from Dahm. In the red light, his pupils shrank quickly. An overwhelming sense of crisis was suddenly all over his body, giving him goosebumps. In the reflection of his red pupils, a huge transparent pair of airflow wings slowly appeared on his back.

Retreat!

As this had just idea risen, an overwhelming wind blew from the front. Something in the wind seemed to be mixed with something inexplicable.