I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 668 - 258: Where Did You Learn This Move, Qingcheng Great Demon (5k)

Martial Artists were once considered insignificant because there were stronger entities back then, so much so that the term 'Martial Path' hadn't even been coined for what they practiced.

Before the onset of The Last Dharma Decline Era, how could someone still training punches and kicks possibly fight those able to summon heavenly thunder?

Honestly speaking, the Martial Path from that era and the current Martial Path are several versions apart.

The current Martial Path evolved over hundreds of years within The Last Dharma Decline Era, forged by generations relentlessly pursuing the ultimate.

In terms of pure cultivation realms, the levels achieved several decades ago, before the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, were actually higher.

Now, thanks to the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, the cultivation levels accumulated over hundreds of years are rapidly transforming into combat strength.

Wen Yan was indeed a Third Stage Martial Artist, but this stage generally just represented the cultivation realm or phase one was in.

It related to actual strength, true, but there wasn't an absolute positive correlation.

Moreover, Wen Yan had already started venturing out based on his own ideas, embarking on a path he deemed suitable. After methodically completing the foundational first two stages, he no longer found it appropriate to continue in the same rigid manner.

His entire right arm, except for a portion of his right hand, had yet to fully develop along a new, deeper path. But now, as power surged through it, it already showed hints of becoming a Kirin Arm.

Wen Yan executed the Tiger Subduing Three Styles, and with one hand, slammed Boss Tao's head into the floor.

Boss Tao struggled for a moment, his limbs beginning to twist grotesquely.

Standing behind Wen Yan, Tong Si's eyes trembled slightly as she watched the small old man on the ground. A fierce and sinister energy billowed from him, vaguely forming the shape of a giant beast in his wake. She quickly warned, "He's going to break free from his human form! Move away quickly!"

On the ground, Boss Tao's head was still pressed into the floor, his limbs twisting as he tried to prop himself up. His clothes began to tear, and his frail body started to expand.

With a flick of Wen Yan's left hand, the Gray Cloth wrapped around his arm swiftly flew out. It swept up Feng Wei, Tong Si, and the Demonic Corpse—even snatching the corpse's heart from the ground—before instantly pulling Wen Yan away from the spot.

The moment the Gray Cloth yanked Wen Yan backward through the air, he saw the ground crack as Boss Tao's form continued to swell.

His head, embedded in the floor, also expanded, prying the ground apart. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

In just a few short seconds, his expanding body caused the room to collapse. Dust rose with a deafening RUMBLE.

A large, rough, scar-covered hand reached out from the swirling dust towards Wen Yan, but he evaded its grasp by retreating rapidly.

The hand, over a meter wide, slammed heavily onto the ground. The power of the impact rippled outward.

From within the cloud of dust, a monster emerged. It stood six to seven meters tall, with a goat's body, a human face, curved horns on its head, and hooves resembling huge human hands.

A fierce and malevolent aura billowed from it, sweeping up clouds of dust and blasting them in all directions.

The human face on the beast was horrifying, its pitch-black eyes staring intently at Wen Yan.

"Where did you learn this move, Tiger Lowers Its Head?"

Wen Yan remained poker-faced. Isn't this just one of the moves from the Tiger Subduing Three Styles? he wondered. When did it get such a specific name?

"You'd better worry about yourself first."

The Gray Cloth pulled Wen Yan back rapidly, with Boss Tao relentlessly pursuing him.

The next moment, an even more ferocious wave of malevolent and murderous energy merged, HOWLING like a gathering storm as it rushed toward them.

Within the black miasma, a humanoid creature with an unrecognizable face held a Blood Rope. It trailed a large number of half-floating shadows, akin to hydrogen balloons.

Pei Tugou extended a hand, appearing as a black shadow, revealing two rows of large white teeth.

The next instant, dense Blood Ropes, packed tightly together like a crimson tide, instantly filled Boss Tao's entire field of vision.

Boss Tao grinned, and one could clearly see that all his molars were missing.

He opened his mouth wide and, with a great swallow, began to ingest the rushing Blood Ropes, devouring them nonstop as they surged into his maw.

He devoured them swiftly, but the crimson tide before him rose ever higher.

The Blood Ropes, which already seemed to be dripping, began to gush fresh blood that coalesced into a violent, sanguine tide.

Standing far off, Wen Yan raised an arm to shield his face, his eyes stinging from the increasingly powerful malevolent and murderous energy.

"Brother Gou, this guy is a Glutton—a man-eating Ferocious Beast! He devoured all those donated organs from earlier, along with the very intentions people had imbued them with!" Wen Yan fanned the flames from behind.

Instantly, two dazzling points of light ignited in Pei Tugou's eyes. His two rows of large white teeth began to transform into interlocking, sharp fangs.

He took one step after another, the unstoppable murderous intent around him growing stronger and stronger.

Boss Tao began to feel the pressure.

Once he devoured a type of power, he could consume it even faster the next time, diminishing its threat to him.

For his opponents, any power he devoured was utterly gone, never to be restored.

Yet, even as his devouring speed increased, his opponent's power was also skyrocketing, practically doubling every few seconds.

In just ten-odd seconds, it had already multiplied more than tenfold, and it was still climbing.