piratefiction Chapter 117 Hunt
Chapter 117 Hunt
The moment the Qi Condensation Pill melted on the tip of the tongue, an extremely powerful and scalding medicinal force exploded in the stomach like a volcanic eruption, more than ten times more intense than the Qi and Blood Pill.
The medicinal power surged into his dantian like a flood bursting its banks. The qi cocoon vibrated and glowed with dark golden patterns, beginning to frantically devour this foreign power.
Too much.
The medicine was too potent, and the cocoon couldn't digest it all in time. The excess blood and qi surged along the cocoon chain to the limbs and bones, causing the meridians to swell slightly.
Lin Mu immediately activated his Body Tempering Technique, drawing excess Qi and blood from his meridians and forming dew-drop-sized cocoons on various acupoints on his body.
The fist's edge follows the short-range explosive path of the Mountain-Crushing Fist; the knee strike possesses the spiraling explosive force of a whip kick; the fingertips embody the tearing power of the Wolf Claw Kung Fu; the back of the neck follows the launch trajectory of the Skyrocket Mark; and the heart radiates the chilling power of the Ice Wolf...
One after another, they covered the entire body in dense clusters.
Hundreds of energy beads trembled slightly on the surface of the skin, each corresponding to a martial art.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
The cocoon of energy in his dantian was still spinning rapidly, and the fist-sized cocoon shell was brighter and more stable than before.
Tonight's hunt is even more certain.
......
child time.
The night was as dark as ink, and the crescent moon was completely obscured by the clouds.
Lin Mu lay in the shadows of the rooftop, his gaze fixed on the guard who was still yawning at the gate of the courtyard.
it's time.
Lin Mu took out two Soul-Suppressing Nails from his sleeve pocket.
The nail, crafted from bone fragments, gleamed with an extremely faint, dark, ebony sheen in the night, while the cold light of the Nine Infants mark at the tip of the nail condensed into a tiny point.
The first Soul-Suppressing Nail was flicked from the fingertip.
It cuts through the air in a straight line, silently and without a sound.
The guard was leaning against the door frame, yawning for the third time, when the Soul-Suppressing Nail pierced his throat before he could even close his mouth.
He didn't even utter a sound, his body slumped down the door frame, and the blood that welled up in his throat spread a small dark red stain on the bluestone slab.
The servant, who was dozing off to the side, was startled awake by the thud of the guard falling to the ground. Rubbing his eyes, he groggily raised his head and saw the narrow, bloody hole in his companion's throat.
He opened his mouth wide, letting out a scream that hadn't yet fully formed, and looked up at the roof.
Then he saw an extremely fine and dark black gold light.
The second Soul-Suppressing Nail accurately pierced his wide-open mouth, exiting through the back of his neck and pinning him to the door panel behind him.
The servant's body twitched twice, he groaned, his head lolled to one side, and he died.
The courtyard fell silent again.
But Lin Mu knew that this commotion was enough.
A lantern lit up at the end of the backyard corridor.
The dim yellow light flickered twice in the night, then stopped.
He You didn't rush out to check on the guard's injuries, but instead stood at the far end of the corridor with a lantern in hand.
The lantern's light only illuminated the area three feet beneath his feet; his face was hidden in shadow, and his expression was obscured.
Lin Mu lay on the roof, his fingers gently stroking the tiles.
The opponent is cautious and not the kind of person who would be blinded by anger.
After waiting for a long time, until He You was about to retreat to the inner courtyard, he finally decided to make his move.
With a flick of his right hand, the third Soul-Suppressing Nail shot out, its body wrapped in the golden force of a fist aimed straight at He You's face.
He You tilted his head, and the Soul-Suppressing Nail grazed his earlobe before embedding itself in the pillar behind him, causing a ring of extremely fine and dense cracks to erupt on the pillar.
At the same time, Lin Mu had already made a move.
With a hum of energy emanating from his dantian, the two dew-covered cocoons on the soles of his feet activated simultaneously, propelling him off the roof and leaving a bright, sharp golden arc in the darkness.
In an instant, the fist had already reached ten feet.
He You threw the lantern to the ground, then advanced instead of retreating. His right hand's five fingers were slightly bent into a claw, and five extremely thin, sharp, and razor-white energy blades condensed at his fingertips. Each energy blade was about three inches long and shaped like a falcon's toenail.
Hunting Windclaw.
This is the Condensing Core Martial Arts, which shares the same origin as the tearing technique of Wolf Claw Kung Fu, but is thinner, faster, and sharper.
He You ripped his claw toward Lin Mu's chest, leaving five faint, fine bluish-white streaks in the air, as if even the air itself had been torn apart.
Lin Mu stepped aside, and the air blade grazed his clothes, tearing five neat cuts in the gray cloth on his shoulder.
The second claw followed closely, aiming straight for the throat.
Lin Mu ducked to avoid it, but the blade grazed the back of his head, severing a few strands of hair.
The third claw slashed upwards, and five blades of energy blocked all his escape routes.
Lin Mu slammed his left foot into the ground, unleashing a short-range burst of power from his Mountain-Crushing Fist, which collided head-on with He You's claws.
The dark gold patterns on their fists and the bluish-white blades of energy at their claws exploded in the night, creating a visible shockwave. Both of them took a half step back at the same time.
Lin Mu looked down at his fist.
Five very shallow and fine white marks appeared on the bone fragments of the shattered mountains and rivers, but there was no crack.
Although He You's Wind Claws were sharp, their power was not as profound as Quan Youxing's Golden Wing Kung Fu.
We can beat them.
Lin Mu was no longer in a hurry to attack.
He sensed the trajectory of each of He You's claws.
He dodged and weaved between the golden fist shadows and the blue and white claw marks, sometimes sidestepping by a hair's breadth, sometimes ducking to avoid a narrow gap, and sometimes using his Golden Wings Technique to create distance.
He was observing.
Every time He You swung his Wind Claw, the way the fingertip air blades were condensed, the path of the tearing force, and the trajectory of the five air blades intersecting in the air were all captured, disassembled, and reassembled by his will.
He You's attacks grew increasingly fierce, his claw shadows raining down like a storm. The bluestone slabs in the courtyard were slashed with countless deep, crisscrossing marks by his qi blades, and the vermilion lacquer on the pillars was peeled off in pieces.
But his heart grew heavier and heavier.
Every claw strike he landed missed its mark. Every time he thought he could tear open his opponent's throat, it was as if the opponent had anticipated his claw strikes.
It wasn't that it was faster than his claws, but that it dodged before he could even extend them.
After observation, you can replicate: Hunter's Claw.
Whether it will be a replica.
Lin Mu silently said "yes" in his heart.
A powerful, sharp, and thin force surged into his dantian, and the tearing path of the Wind Hunter Claw, the way the energy blades were condensed, and the coordinated trajectory of the five energy blades were all engraved into the myriad methods of martial arts.
He You ripped out with another claw, five blades of energy flashing with a cold, bluish-white light in the night.
As Lin Mu sidestepped the claws, he slightly curled the five fingers of his right hand into a claw.
With the exact same posture as He You, five extremely thin and sharp golden energy blades condensed at his fingertips.
Hunter's Claw against Hunter's Claw.
Ten blades of energy collided, intertwined, and tore apart between the two.
The air crackled with a cacophony of metallic clangs, and claw marks on the bluestone slab stretched from He You's feet to Lin Mu's, then turned back and crossed over, making the entire courtyard seem as if it had been scratched by an invisible giant claw.
He You's pupils suddenly contracted.
"How could you...?"
But Lin Mu didn't give him time to think.
As the final claw tore out, Lin Mu activated his Golden Wings Technique, transforming into a golden streak of light that passed under He You's armpit before turning around and tearing a claw at the back of his neck.
Five golden energy blades slashed in simultaneously, and He You's whole body stiffened.
He looked down at the five golden rays emanating from his chest, his lips moved a few times, and a final, bubbly sob escaped his throat.
Then he knelt on the bluestone slab covered with claw marks and remained motionless.
Lin Mu withdrew his claws, squatted down, and groped He You for a while.
He pulled out a bronze plaque from his waist, about the size of his palm, with the same pattern engraved on the front as the one at the entrance.
The animal has upright, spindle-shaped eyes with a coiled, serpentine pupil. A seven-pointed star is embedded in the center, surrounded by scale-like patterns.
The back is engraved with the two characters "Xuanmen".
There were a few taels of loose silver and a bottle of Qi and Blood Pills in his sleeve pocket, the bottle slightly warm from his body heat.
Lin Mu flipped the bronze plaque over and gently stroked the fine scale-like patterns with his fingertips.
The Xuanmen is an alliance of demon descendants, so it's understandable that they want the Zou family's body-tempering techniques.
But why stare at him?