Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 109: Killing Blood Skull (Second Update)

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Killing Blood Skull (Second Update)

"Loulan Slash" is a Profound Level Martial Art.

Even in the eyes of Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists, it’s worth a fortune.

Even at the Great Tang Royal Academy, such a technique can only be fully accessed on the fourth or fifth floor, and even then, very few copies are collected.

The main reason Jiang Feng was able to acquire such a martial art from the academy is that Loulan Slash is a Demonic Blade Technique, which easily bewilders the mind and leads to inner demons; as such, few dare to cultivate it.

Now.

Through Fortune Points, Jiang Feng has trained Loulan Slash to Mastery Level.

The next stage is Minor Achievement.

For any cultivation or martial art in the Martial Arts Realm,

reaching Great Perfection takes at least ten years, often dozens, and sometimes an entire lifetime.

This mastery of Loulan Slash is already equivalent to several years of arduous cultivation.

Jiang Feng slashed out with his saber.

It was as if thousands of blade shadows burst from the saber’s edge, surging like a tsunami, an overwhelming torrent crashing toward Blood Skull.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound thundered out.

Jiang Feng and Blood Skull’s blades collided.

Blood Skull’s saber technique actually withstood the Thousand Layered Waves.

However, with Jiang Feng’s Primordial Power several times greater than a peer, after the outburst, Blood Skull felt as if hit by a raging tiger, his body flying backward. With a loud bang, he crashed straight through the wall of the West Wing Room where Han Dong was, only coming to a stop inside.

"Loulan Slash?"

"What terrifying Primordial Power!"

"A man of the Demon Sect?"

Blood Skull puffed up his cheeks, swallowing back the blood that had reached his mouth.

His mind was churning violently.

The words "Loulan Slash" are an alternate name for a saber technique, and this blade art exists within the Red Lotus Sect as well, but due to the high risk of falling to inner demons, even Red Lotus Cultists rarely dare to train it.

Let alone cultivate it to mastery level.

Usually, at skillful level, most people can no longer maintain their mindset.

Yet the man before him—

His Primordial Power boiled; he was a genuine First Grade Qi Refining Realm expert, one who had plainly trained Loulan Slash for years and could still maintain mental stability and cleverness. This left Blood Skull deeply anxious and unsettled amid confusion.

"Howl!"

With one slash, Blood Skull was sent flying.

Jiang Feng’s confidence soared.

Only now did he realize how the power of Primordial Power combined with martial arts could unleash unimaginable might, far more formidable than brute force with arrows or fists.

He slashed again.

Sword Qi swept wildly.

Jiang Feng smashed a huge hole in the wall of the West Wing Room.

"Bang!"

Blood Skull shot skyward, breaking out through the roof, and hurried back into the courtyard.

By the time Jiang Feng rushed out of the room,

he slashed at him yet again.

Blood Skull’s saber technique changed instantly.

The saber edge pulsed with Primordial Power.

With a swoosh,

it was like a flash of light, slashing diagonally at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng noticed—this was the very strike Blood Skull had used to block all three of his arrows earlier.

Right now,

Jiang Feng reflexively reversed his blade and slashed upward. Upon the saber edge, a faint illusion appeared like a Powerful Slash of Hua Mountain, yet it felt like it slashed not upward, but came down from above, cleaving head-on.

This was the sinister move in Loulan Slash: Ghost Head Slash!

Compared to the Thousand Layered Waves, this was a completely new technique—one which usually, with practice to this level, would trigger mental confusion and inner demons.

"This..."

Blood Skull was shocked.

In his eyes, it was as if two Jiang Fengs were slashing at him simultaneously.

He frantically defended.

Clang—

Cracks gaped along the edge of his long saber, nearly sending it flying out of his grasp.

At the same time, the saber light bursting from Jiang Feng’s weapon tore through Blood Skull’s body defense, ripping open a bloody, gaping wound across his chest. Fresh blood gushed out, soaking the front of his clothes in an instant.

"Cough, cough!"

Moreover,

the terrifying force penetration damaged Blood Skull’s internal organs, making him cough blood on the spot.

"Just you wait!"

Blood Skull gritted his teeth, glaring at Han Dong—still seated cross-legged in the side room, charging at his Qi Blood seal—full of hatred and gloom, yet helpless, turning instead and rushing toward the courtyard gate.

"Howl!"

Yet no sooner had he left the yard than Blood Skull felt a raging saber light sweep up from behind.

"Don’t force me."

Blood Skull roared angrily.

Reversing his grip, he slashed out, Primordial Power surging, and for a moment, substantial saber energy crackled at the blade’s edge.

"Clang!"

The long saber shattered.

Both Jiang Feng’s and Blood Skull’s long sabers broke apart, blade fragments scattering everywhere.

The two fought wildly and recklessly.

Jiang Feng pressed his advantage, every strike thrown with maximum effort. With Primordial Power many times stronger than his peers, the fact that his ordinary broadsword had lasted this long was already remarkable.

Now, together with Blood Skull’s saber, it was smashed to pieces.

"Bang!"

Blood Skull’s palms felt about to explode. He lost control, flying backward once more, crashing against the neighboring courtyard’s wall, nearly breaking through again. In the darkness, frightened commoners awoke with screams.

The long sabers shattered.

Jiang Feng tossed away his saber hilt.

Staring at Blood Skull—backed against the wall, face filled with pain and fury—he decisively threw a punch, using the Mountain Descending Style of Prison Guard Long Fist.

Now at Perfection State with the Prison Guard Long Fist, just a step from Great Perfection.

Even the most ordinary fist technique, cultivated to this level, can unleash astonishing force.

What’s more,

this fist technique was bolstered by First-Grade Primordial Power.

Blood Skull immediately felt the pressure. He bellowed, "If I were at my peak, you wouldn’t be my match!"

He was robust and tough-boned—a martial prodigy. Had he not fallen into the Court’s trap and been set up, he was sure he would never have landed in this predicament, nor been so helpless against Jiang Feng’s attacks.

Seeing Jiang Feng’s fist bear down,

he went all out defending,

unleashing a set of Upper Thunderbolt Fist Technique, his fists howling like thunder.

Unfortunately,

Jiang Feng’s Primordial Power was overwhelming, his Prison Guard Long Fist reached Perfection Level, and every punch seemed flawless.

With a boom,

Blood Skull, pressed against the wall, crashed clean through it, while fresh blood spurted from the wound on his chest.

Jiang Feng darted in after him.

Strike while the iron’s hot, finish him off when he’s weak.

Each punch of Prison Guard Long Fist fell relentlessly.

"This fist technique of yours..."

Blood Skull cried out.

He saw Jiang Feng was using only a low-level boxing skill—yet Jiang Feng had trained it to Perfection Realm. How had he accomplished that?

"Boom!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Blood Skull’s defense was breached; his chest was struck by a punch.

Already wounded,

he couldn’t possibly withstand this blow.

His body staggered back, faltering.

Jiang Feng, swift as an ape, circled behind Blood Skull, kicking out viciously, snapping his right knee and forcing him to kneel on one leg.

This guy—

was over two meters tall.

Even kneeling on one knee, he was only a head shorter than Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng seized the chance, breaking both of Blood Skull’s arms.

With one hand gripping his throat, his other hand pressing down on his shoulder, Jiang Feng asked in a hoarse voice, "What did Han Dong take from you?"

"So you don’t know..."

Blood Skull froze, then sneered mockingly.

"Crack!"

But before he could finish his scorn,

Jiang Feng twisted his neck, spinning his head all the way around atop his shoulders. Blood Skull died on the spot.