NFBE Chapter 38 Fighting Alone Against a Horde of Demons, Slicing Through a Mountain of Flesh with His Sw
Chapter 38 Fighting Alone Against a Horde of Demons, Slicing Through a Mountain of Flesh with His Sw
night.
Lin Bufan rode a black steed at full gallop.
Our destination this time is Xujiazhuang, located in the southern suburbs, which is where the meat mountain is located.
Behind Lin Bufan, there was another fine horse following closely behind.
The man on horseback was none other than Wang Xin, Ding Sen's trusted confidant, who had come to oversee the battle.
A martial artist at the initial stage of the ninth rank.
Wang Xin has only one responsibility this time.
That means that if Lin Bufan tries to avoid battle, he will kill him immediately.
Lin Bufan's realm was at the peak of the unranked level. Although he was only one realm below Lin Bufan, there was an insurmountable gap between them.
His biggest weakness is insufficient Qi and blood. If he were to face a martial artist who has reached the peak of the physical body, he would be at a disadvantage after about twenty moves.
Not long after.
The two then arrived at Xu Family Village.
The dilapidated village appeared even more desolate under the cold moonlight.
The emaciated villagers stared blankly at the two demon-slaying officers who had dismounted.
They lowered their heads, turned around, and made way for the two officials.
That heart, which had long since given up hope, could no longer stir any emotion.
Lin Bufan walked silently through Xuzhuang Village, the veins on his arms throbbing slightly.
Wang Xin glanced at it and said:
"Don't try any tricks. Let me tell you the truth, if you fall into my hands, your fate might not be any better than being eaten by demons."
Lin Bufan scoffed:
"A mere lackey of a demon has the audacity to bark and howl here."
Wang Xin, instead of getting angry, laughed:
"So what if you're a lackey? A lackey will live longer than you. At least a lackey can watch you die."
"And you are powerless to do anything about it."
Lin Bufan said coldly, "At least I can choose how I die."
Without another word, he drew his long sword and strode forward.
In front.
A small, flesh-colored hill looked down at the tiny figure below, its eyes filled with disbelief.
"You are not that swordsman."
"Who are you?"
Lin Bufan said, "I'm here to kill you."
Upon hearing this, the mountain of flesh trembled slightly, his fat body jiggle violently, and he burst into laughter, clutching his belly:
"Since when did I, the Mountain of Flesh, become someone any Tom, Dick, or Harry could easily scam?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Suddenly, more than thirty figures of various sizes appeared on both sides of the mountain of flesh.
The pig demons shook their large tusks, displaying their dense and bulging muscles like bodybuilding champions.
The demon race is most proud of its powerful physique.
This behavior is the most contemptuous way to treat your opponent.
In their eyes, this foolish, lone human had absolutely no chance of survival!
Lin Bufan took a deep breath, pushed off with his feet, and charged forward!
Black Tiger Saber Technique!
This is a superior martial art that the Demon Slayer Division once gifted to the Demon Subduing Bureau.
Lin Bufan has exceptional talent; he mastered the basics in just six months and has now reached the pinnacle of his skill.
The Black Tiger Saber Technique features wide, sweeping moves that emphasize offense over defense, trading blows for damage.
Lin Bufan moved with lightning speed, wielding his sword in both hands, and slashed down at the nearest pig demon.
Black Tiger Saber Technique, First Move: "Tiger Descending the Mountain"!
The blade slashed down with a powerful, tiger-like motion, striking directly at the boar demon's massive tusks that were charging straight ahead.
The sound of metal and stone clanging together was deafening.
The pig demon roared in pain, snorting white vapor from its nose, and charged forward again, determined to smash a bloody hole in its body.
Lin Bufan spun around to dodge, then used his waist and abdomen to lift his long sword from bottom to top.
at the same time!
Black Tiger Saber Technique, Second Move: "Hungry Tiger Pounces on Its Prey"!
The blade flashed like a tiger's claw, tearing open the boar demon's rough hide and creating a deep, bone-revealing gash.
Demon blood splattered!
A pig demon died instantly!
Wang Xin, who was watching from a short distance away, crossed his arms and joked:
"He does have some skill. If he is properly trained, it's only a matter of time before he reaches the ninth rank."
"Unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs'."
……
Despite witnessing one of his men die, Flesh Mountain remained unmoved.
Pig demons are born with the ability to give birth to multiple children at once.
And what the mountain of meat has in abundance is children.
For some poorly developed pig demon cubs, Meat Mountain would even proactively offer them to Chief Constable Ding Sen to boost his performance, in exchange for some wealthy young men with tender skin and better taste.
The mountain of flesh raised its wrinkled chin:
"Stop playing around, let's all attack together."
Hmph! Hmph!
As soon as the Mountain of Meat gave the order, more than thirty pig demons charged forward together.
Instead of retreating, Lin Bufan charged forward alone towards the demon horde.
"Still haven't given up? No, you want to die with dignity?"
While Wang Xin was surprised, he couldn't help but think with a wicked sense of humor:
Soon we'll see the wild boars sharing the food.
Wang Xin had heard about wild boars eating people.
The story goes that an elderly man was paralyzed and bedridden when a starving wild boar broke in and began to eat from his legs.
The old man could only watch helplessly as he was slowly devoured.
Pigs are omnivores, and so are pig demons that have become spirits.
They love watching living people see themselves being eaten.
The despair emanating from prey often makes its flesh firmer.
……
Lin Bufan swung his knife and hacked through the pigs, killing several more pig demons.
However, the Black Tiger Saber Technique was extremely taxing. After more than thirty moves, his energy and blood gradually became insufficient, and his moves became increasingly chaotic.
Instead of rushing forward, the pig demons chose a strategy of "you advance, I retreat; you retreat, I advance".
They were unhurried and calm. Although they were pig demons, they were as well-trained as a pack of wolves, waiting for their prey to be exhausted before delivering a fatal blow.
A small pig demon, seizing the moment when Lin Bufan took a breath, suddenly shot out like a cold arrow.
Swish!
Blood splattered everywhere!
Lin Bufan's left arm was forcibly torn off by the pig demon!
Lin Bufan gritted his teeth, and while enduring the pain, he swung his sword, successfully cutting the pig demon to the ground.
But he himself had reached his limit.
Lin Bufan planted the knife in the ground, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.
The severed arm bled profusely, leaving streaks of blood on the filthy, muddy ground.
The villagers in the distance looked sorrowful.
Another demon-slaying brigade is about to die.
Wang Xin joked, "Lin Bufan, if you beg me, I can give you a quick death and spare you the suffering of being devoured."
He looked at the hill: "Brother Flesh Mountain, what do you think?"
The mountain of flesh shook its wrinkled head.
Wang Xin helplessly shrugged at Lin Bufan: "Sorry, I can't help you."
Lin Bufan spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, "Fuck you."
Wang Xin laughed heartily.
The pig demons approached step by step, the rich smell of blood already making them unbearably hungry and thirsty.
Lin Bufan snorted coldly, stood up again, swaying slightly, and raised his knife in one hand, roaring, "Come at me, you beasts!"
The pig demons swarmed forward, and Lin Bufan sustained several more wounds.
His wound was so deep that bone was visible, and the arm that had been holding the knife fell limply to the ground.
Lin Bufan fell backward.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, he found himself surprisingly calm.
Right.
Anyway, he already knew that he would die in the mouth of demons one day, so there was nothing to regret.
If he were afraid of death, he would never have served as a demon-slaying officer.
The only regret is that I never got to see her smiling face again.
"Sister...I'm sorry..."
He said softly.
His eyes could no longer focus, and he even began to hallucinate, seeing someone who shouldn't be there.
"Hey, you're not allowed to sleep here."
said the man.
Lin Bufan felt something sharp piercing through his wound.
A sharp pain shot straight to his head, and Lin Bufan groaned before completely losing consciousness.
Li Qingchen put away the "Thousand Needles and Ten Thousand Machines" and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the work he had quickly sewn together.
"Luckily it was just a severed arm. If even the bone had been eaten, you would never be able to hold a knife again for the rest of your life."
Say so.
His gaze swept over the group of fierce-looking pig demons, a mountain of flesh the size of a hill.
There was also an unfamiliar onlooker.
Wang Xin broke out in a cold sweat. Who was this guy? Where did he come from?
How could I not have noticed at all?!
The mountain of flesh gazed at the equally small yet incredibly imposing human, and slowly said, "You're the swordsman who killed those vixens?"
It's him!
It's the person the chief constable is looking for!
According to the chief constable, that person's strength is likely around the mid-stage of the initial realm.
Wang Xin thought to himself: Although I am only at the early stage of the ninth rank, as long as it's not a major difference in realms, plus there are so many pig demons here.
Leaving the hands of a beginner-level martial artist is no problem at all.
With this in mind, Wang Xin felt more confident.
"Brother, why don't you come work under the Chief Constable and we can work together?"
Wang Xin said with a forced smile, while subtly shifting his toes, preparing to evacuate.
"Money, women, and henchmen—you'll have plenty. You can be a force to be reckoned with in Liaocheng, and even the county magistrate will treat you with respect."
"Brother, what do you think?"
Li Qingchen raised an eyebrow and said clearly, word by word:
"Who do you think you are, to presume to call me brother?"
At this moment, taking advantage of the moment the two were talking, a group of pig demons suddenly pounced on Li Qingchen.
However, in the blink of an eye, the man, along with the demon-subduing messengers on the ground, suddenly vanished.
The seventh move of the Celestial Freedom Technique: Shrinking the Earth to an Inch, Reaching the Ends of the Earth in an Inch.
"not good!"
I couldn't even make out this person's movements with the naked eye!
He is definitely not a ninth-rank martial artist!
Wang Xin's heart suddenly raced, and he abruptly turned to run away.
However, the next second, a large hand suddenly pressed down hard on his face and shoved it into the ground.
boom!
On the muddy ground covered with pebbles, there was now a large crater splattered with blood and flesh!
Li Qingchen waved his hand dismissively.
Using his concealment technique, he took out a burial shovel, dug the pit deeper, and quickly buried Wang Xin's body inside.
"Luckily, this is just a shovel for burying people. If it were a shovel for burying demons, I would have to collect your corpses, which would have been exhausting!"
Li Qingchen put away the shovel and switched to a sword.
"Oh, by the way, when I came here, I saw that everyone in this village was skin and bones from hunger."
"Excuse me for asking."
Swords pointed at the demons.
"Would your meat give an ordinary person diarrhea?"
The mountain of flesh roared ferociously, "Kill him! Tear him to pieces! I'll make sure there's not even a trace left!"
Thirty towering boar demons bared their chilling tusks and surged forward like a tide.
When dealing with others, they would scatter, but this person is far more dangerous than any of the previous constables.
This time, the pig demons gathered together with perfect coordination, intending to use their strongest momentum to crush their opponent!
When the group of pig demons was only a few feet away from Li Qingchen, the temperature in Xu Family Village suddenly plummeted, and large patches of frost inexplicably formed under the feet of each pig demon.
Immediately afterward, a flash of silver light appeared, and a figure moved like a butterfly among flowers. Wherever the sword light passed, a pig's head fell to the ground.
slam-la-
Even after the pig's head hit the ground, the pigs' bodies maintained their sprinting momentum.
However, without a brain to steer the ship, the pig demons staggered and fell to the ground in no time.
Li Qingchen tilted his head, looked up at the high hill, and said:
"Your disciples and followers are all dead, don't you have anything to say?"
"I want you dead!!"
Although the flesh mountain's body was as large as a mountain, it moved with the speed of a rabbit when propelled by demonic power.
With a burst of power from the bottom, the mountain of flesh leaped up and crashed heavily down on the tiny swordsman.
Li Qingchen gripped the sword hilt tightly, did not dodge, and his whole body tensed up like a drawn bow, and he shot straight up like an arrow!
The fourth move of the Nine Swords of Soaring Void: The Giant Spirit Sword!
Sensing the powerful sword aura, the mountain of flesh above spun around abruptly.
brush!
Li Qingchen's sword strike, with the force of a thousand pounds, actually pierced a large hole directly in the belly of the mountain of flesh!
"roar!!"
The immense pain caused the mountain of flesh to roar incessantly:
"You actually, you actually!!"
As Li Qingchen plummeted through the air, his expression remained indifferent. He flicked the sword Frost Silver with his left middle finger, and a deafening Buddhist chant resounded throughout Xu Family Village.
The mountain of flesh clutched its head, its face contorted in agony, like a wrinkled, smelly rag.
"Buddha's Voice! How can you, a sword cultivator, resort to such despicable methods?!"
Li Qingchen answered it with action, his sword flashing like lightning, heading straight for the neck of the mountain of flesh.
The mountain of flesh sneered, and its enormous head suddenly lifted and pressed down, clamping the silver sword tightly with the thick fat around its neck. At the same time, its two giant claws clasped together, trying to capture the sword in their hands.
Li Qingchen dropped his sword and fell.
The Mountain of Flesh wanted him to discard his sword: "Without your sword, let's see how arrogant you can be!"
The mountain of flesh stomped on anyone who landed, but Li Qingchen used the Heavenly Freedom Technique, his steps unpredictable, constantly widening the distance between them.
"Ants! Ants!"
The mountain of flesh roared and stomped on the man, only by crushing him into a pulp could it vent its hatred!
Li Qingchen remained calm and composed, dodging left and right while simultaneously reciting the "Primordial Heavenly Secret Technique" and the "Thousand Mile Heroic Spirit" in his mind.
Seizing the opportunity when the mountain of flesh lifted his foot to shift his body, Li Qingchen leaped up, clenched his fists, and unleashed a storm of punches, ruthlessly striking the thick layer of fat!
The powerful intent of the fist coalesced into a form, like ten thousand horses galloping, unstoppable!
Wild Horse Galloping Fist!
A body as large as a mountain was repeatedly punched from the ground into the air by a pair of tiny fists.
The mountain of flesh was bent like a shrimp. Every punch Li Qingchen threw was like an iron hoof trampling through the fat, stirring up a flower of blood!
Li Qingchen unleashed ten thousand punches in one go, his breath remaining undiminished and even increasing. He possessed the heroic aura of a thousand miles, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth entered his body, making him stronger with each battle. He felt extremely exhilarated!
The mountain of flesh let out a miserable scream as its muscles snapped, its neck loosened, and the silver sword fell to the ground.
After Li Qingchen finished delivering ten thousand punches, he took the three-foot-long sword, clenched his fist, and smoothly executed the ninth move of the Lingxu Nine Swords.
Nine times nine equals one!
A sword strike at the peak of perfection, eight moves fused into one, an unparalleled sword intent binding the mountain of flesh like an iron chain.
Only now did the Flesh Mountain finally realize its true level. The words of the Dog General echoed in its ears as it trembled and said:
"Tianwuren! You really are a Tianwuren!"
"No, you can't kill me! Please!"
Under the moonlight, a cold glint flashed, and the mountain-like body was completely dismembered in mid-air.
Its soaring blood energy reached straight to the clouds.
Li Qingchen touched the ground with his toes and used the Hidden Aversion Technique to open a Vajra Iron Bone Umbrella that he had salvaged from a mass grave.
Minced meat rained down from the sky.
Li Qingchen stood holding an umbrella, not a single leaf touching her.
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