LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 416: Passing the Dharma
The dark light shot forth, like a meteor piercing the sky, exceedingly fast, and with just human senses alone, it was basically impossible to catch.
But fortunately, this was a video playback, where time slowed down for an instant, and the dark light was clearly presented in front of the lens.
Looking closely, within the dark light, there was evidently a black nail as thick as a forearm. It was unknown what material it was made from, completely black, subtly exuding Evil Qi, brandished with blood-colored seal script, emitting a thick scent of blood and filth. Even separated by the screen, it made people furrow their brows and feel inexplicably uneasy.
"Damn it,"
"What is this thing?"
"A hidden weapon, or a magic artifact?"
"Heavens, someone's practicing Cultivation!"
"I haven't even learned martial arts, and now you're introducing Cultivation?"
"No wonder you dared to belittle Martial Men, turns out you old codger know spells?"
In the live broadcast room, everyone was in a commotion, some in disbelief.
Although in previous live broadcasts, there had been "supernatural being" performances, invoking phenomena like water, fire, ice, and frost that could be categorized as "spells," the impact wasn't as great as the magic artifact at this moment.
After all, Condensed Spirit Gang Qi also produced such light and shadow effects and seemed not much inferior to those supernatural powers, but the performance of this long nail was clearly that of the legendary Cultivation methods, a magical treasure.
It gave off a completely different impression!
"Black Demon Nail?"
"This is getting troublesome!"
"Martial Men facing Cultivators are at no advantage at all!"
"Let alone facing such a vicious magic artifact."
Laypeople watch the fun, experts watch the technique. Seeing an Elder of the Black Sect conjure the Black Demon Nail, Nie Hailong and others in the industry all frowned deeply.
In this world of Immortal Martial Paths, Martial Men practice Body Training, and Cultivators practice Qi Refinement. Though fundamentally there's no high or low rank, the methods certainly have their strengths and weaknesses. Cultivators have numerous methods, including magic artifacts and talismans, making their combat strength far beyond that of ordinary Martial Men.
This Elder of the Black Sect was a Cultivator, though of a heretical path, and heretical Cultivators were still Cultivators, still superior to ordinary Martial Men.
Not to mention the Black Demon Nail, with the Black Sect's Secret Technique, filthy Evil Qi, specifically designed to break through the Protective Aura of Martial Men and the Mana of Cultivators. It was a magic artifact capable of flight and extremely flexible, moving with unlimited agility, making it very difficult for ordinary Martial Men to handle, even if they had achieved Divine Gang.
This Martial Frenzied Rascal...
"Swoosh!!!"
Bullet time came to an end, and the Black Demon Nail once again became a streak of dark light, rapidly shooting towards its enemy.
But the Martial Frenzied Rascal shifted his footsteps, his figure sideways, and easily sidestepped the dark light.
"Hmph!"
The Elder of the Black Sect snorted coldly, channeled his mana to control the magic artifact, and the Black Demon Nail that was shot out made a turn, stabbing from behind towards the opponent's back, extremely vicious.
Was this not the advantage of a magic artifact? Your Martial Arts' movement could be fast, but was it faster than a magic artifact flying through the air?
Even if it were faster, could it outlast the fatigue? The consumption of controlling a magic artifact with mana was far lower than that of activating the Gang Qi of Martial Arts.
Even so, the Elder of the Black Sect remained cautious. One hand controlled the attacking Black Demon Nail, while the other took out several talismans from his chest and slapped them onto himself, showing streaks of dark light, solidifying into a pitch-black lotus-shaped light shield, protecting himself within it.
It was the Black Sect's Secret Technique—Black Lotus Body Protection Spell!
He employed talismans to construct a defense; not being satisfied with just that, the Elder of the Black Sect channeled more mana, embedding several talismans into the ground.
Suddenly...
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The earth trembled, the black soil cracked, and one by one, corpses began to rise, all rotted yet un-decayed walking dead.
Black Demon Corpses!
"What the fuck?"
"A necromancer?"
"Throwing up defense shields and summoning zombie minions?"
"Is this the method of a cultivator?"
"To deal with such a mage role, one must get in close to resolve the issue."
"No shit, who doesn't know you have to get close, the question is how to do that."
"With magic artifacts and zombies, interception upon interception, offense and defense all in one..."
"This old ghost... Anchor, shall we retreat first?"
"Where's your dragon, why don't you summon one to blast him to death!"
Seeing that the Black Sect elder displayed a wealth of combat experience, everyone grew anxious.
How would the Martial Man cope with the Cultivator?
Only to see black light fluttering wildly, like butterflies dancing among flowers, not only fast but also nimble and unpredictable.
Even the Martial Frenzied Rascal's movements seemed unable to shake it off.
"Hmph!"
Seeing this, the Black Sect elder sneered even more, and the Black Demon Corpses moved in response, preparing to surround and reduce the space for darting dodges, aiming to combine with the Black Demon Nail for the kill.
It had to be said, as an elder of the Black Sect, his battle experience was highly extensive, and his tactics against opponents were shrewd and solid, not giving the enemy any opportunity to exploit any gaps.
However...
"Swoosh!"
The Demon Corpses formed an enclosure, the black light whistled, and the scene became increasingly perilous.
At such a critical moment, one could see the Martial Artist steadying himself, no longer dodging and weaving, but rather lifting his arms and throwing a heavy punch.
"Boom!!!"
One punch to split a mountain, the shock rippled through the void, and the terrifying power blasted away air resistance, creating tumultuous waves.
One punch, just one, caused the space around it to seem twisted, even to the point of phantasmal dissolution.
Though it was merely an optical illusion caused by the flow of air, and not an actual distortion of space, the enormous power of this punch was manifestly clear.
Such a punch, thundering forth like a wild dragon emerging from the sea, directly collided with the incoming black light.
"Bang!!!"
With a loud crash, the black light shattered and was repelled back, revealing the true form of the Black Demon Nail, with its crimson seal characters twisting like serpents, appearing as if they were on the verge of rupturing and clearly severely damaged.
"How can this be!?"
Seeing this, the Black Sect elder was also shocked, hastily urging mana in an attempt to retrieve the magic artifact.
He was a Qi Refinement Cultivator, possessing ten levels of cultivation, roughly equivalent to a Divine Gang martial artist, but the Black Demon Nail in his hand was a sharp weapon, tempered for many years with the secret techniques of the Black Sect and a great deal of effort and blood, only one step away from ascending to a Spiritual Artifact.
With it, he had repeatedly confronted the Federation's forces, even wounding several Divine Gang martial artists and psychic masters from the Federation, thus becoming a notorious outlaw who roamed freely to this day, with no one able to contain him.
But now...
What kind of monster was this, to clash with the Black Demon Nail barehanded?
To clash was one thing, but to do so unscathed, not even breaking the Protective Aura?
Not to mention the power of the nail, the corrosion of Evil Qi alone could make a Divine Gang martial artist fall with regret.
What was this...!?
The Black Sect elder's complexion changed drastically, urgently controlling the magic artifact, wanting to go on the defensive.
But unexpectedly...
"Bang!!!"
With one step on the ground, the stone bricks shattered, and the Martial Artist sprung up, leaping into mid-air, chasing after the returning Black Demon Nail and throwing another punch with all his might.
"Bang!!!"
With a clanging sound and sparks flying in all directions, the Martial Artist's heavy punch landed on the tail of the black nail.
How to describe it?
It was like hammering with full force, smashing down hard in order to drive the iron nail deep into a plank.
Of course, there were no wooden planks present at the moment. As a result of this strike, the demon nail was propelled by force, turning into a streak of dark light as it broke through the air and shot away.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down again, displaying such a scene. Amidst the scattering sparks, a long nail as thick as an arm was hit by immense force, its surface's bright red inscriptions bursting and scattering, unable to maintain connection or control.
In the end, only a streak of dark light flew back in the opposite direction.
"!!!!!!!!"
The pupils of the Black Sect Elder shrank as he hurriedly amplified his mana, wanting to control the magic artifact.
But how could he control it?
Struck by the full force of the punch and hit with a tremendous impact, the Black Demon Nail was like a high-speed train that had lost control. With the horrifying inertia at work, it couldn't brake or stop, turning into a streak of dark light heading straight back toward its master.
The ultimate display of force, the ultimate speed exploited, resulting in catastrophic impact damage.
And so...
"Pfft!!!"
"Boom!!!"
The dark light broke through the void, piercing through the body and embedding itself into the mansion behind, bursting with a thunderous noise.
The Black Sect Elder shuddered, looking down at his chest, only to see a huge gash piercing through the Black Lotus shield and his fleshly body, leaving behind a bottomless bloody hole.
"How can... this be!?"
"Pfft!!"
With a hissing utterance filled with regret, drowned by the sound of gushing blood, a body with a hollowed chest fell to the ground, losing its life amongst the flowing blood.
"..."
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"..."
Witnessing this scene, even the live broadcast room fell utterly silent.
Although they still had confidence in him and had considered the possibility of him breaking the spell with martial force, no one expected it to happen in such a way.
What kind of joke was this, to overpower a magic artifact, counterattack its master, and penetrate both the magical shield and flesh and blood?
What kind of terrifying strength was required to achieve that?
Everyone found it hard to imagine, and the Black Sect Elder even more so.
Thus, victory and defeat were decided, and the dust settled!
"Roar!"
Though the Mage had died, the Black Demon Corpses did not cease their assault, growing even more ferocious as they lunged at the Martial Artist.
What greeted them was a wave of Descending Dragon Palm strength, an unparalleled palm technique, with the ferocity of a rampaging dragon, bursting through the crowd of corpses, sending flesh and bones flying in all directions.
"..."
"..."
"..."
Upon seeing this, there was silence once more, and it took a while before the echoes of reactions returned.
"I'm reporting this, someone's cheating!"
"Black Sect Elder: With these abilities, why didn't you say so earlier? If you had, I wouldn't have bothered with these fancy tricks. I could've just beaten you to death right away. Why waste everyone's feelings like this?"
"Dude, no matter what, you can break through, right?"
"Then why the hell did you bother dodging just now?"
"You guys don't understand, the host is showing everyone how to dodge in situations like these."
"Madman Big Brother: If it weren't for the show, I would've smashed you to bits with one palm!"
"And here I was, worrying about you just a moment ago. Turns out, the clown was me all along!"
Looking at the Black Demon Corpses shattered all over the place, the audience finally came around, unleashing a wave of lamenting remarks.
However, the Martial Artist didn't say much and took steps toward the dark and deep mansion.
Right at that moment, the scene switched. It didn't follow him into the mansion, but instead...
"Martial Arts Scripture!"
"Power Scroll—Body Training Chapter!"
"War God's Immortal Body!"
"Overlord Non-urgent Strength!"
"Subduing Dragon Subjugating Tiger Strength!"
"Shattering Vajra Body!"
"Heavenly Tribulation Slaying the Wolf!"
The scene shifted, but the video was not yet over. Once again, it showed the Martial Artist engaging the Martial Arts Scripture, the Power Scroll, cultivating his Qi Blood. Surrounding him were textual explanations and even demonstrations of the human body's structure, muscles, and meridians, explaining in meticulous detail the methods of cultivation.
"This is..."
"Martial Arts?"
At this sight, everyone was initially taken aback, then quickly regained their senses, bursting with excitement.
"Is there really martial arts?"
"Martial Arts Scripture, Power Scroll, Body Training Chapter?"
"War God's Immortal Body, Overlord Non-urgent Strength, Subduing Dragon Subjugating Tiger Strength, Shattering Vajra Body..."
"This is what the Big Brother has been practicing?"
"No wonder he's so monstrous, just by the names you can tell they're supreme divine techniques!"
"Can ordinary people practice this too, is there any risk?"
"Big Brother, no, Master, could you provide an address, I'd like face-to-face guidance!"
"Wow, there are truly methods of cultivation, I've always been watching this as if it were a movie."
"Shut up, don't block my screen recording!"
Transmitting teachings through the net, explaining through video—it was like a heavy bomb going off among the crowd, causing an unimaginable wave of excitement.
Nie Hailong stared at his phone in a daze, his eyes full of confusion.
Martial Frenzied Rascal!
What on earth did he want to do?