I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 192 - 99: Demon Sound Transmission

But this flash of joy was fleeting, and he quickly suppressed it.

’The timing is wrong. This isn’t the moment to be thinking about this.’ He quickly focused his mind, listening to the Demon Sound coming from Nie Bin in the distance.

After a moment, another expert from the Demon Sect appeared in his field of view.

He too, with a tacit understanding, remained silent. He sat down cross-legged, simultaneously resisting the Demon Sound and eavesdropping on the incantation.

"The nature of sound is the tearing of silk by the Gang Wind of the Nine Heavens, the miasma of the Nine Abysses condensing in the throat...

Forge a bell with the sorrowful tears of the Human Emperor, craft a chime from the relics of a Buddha’s Son, and temper the seven passions in purgatory to create the notes. Only then can the Skillful Method be achieved..."

The strange words, like the bewitching whispers of demons from the nine netherworlds, drifted faintly from Nie Bin’s lips.

How could Peng Yuanshan not notice the arrival of the person behind him?

’A Divine Skill is, of course, best kept for oneself.’

But he was in a difficult position. On one hand, he had to resist the assault of the Demon Sound; on the other, he couldn’t bear to miss out on the Skillful Method contained within it.

He was completely powerless to drive away the person behind him.

’This must be Nie Bin’s blatant scheme.’

’The Demon Sound can be blocked, but what about the Divine Skill incantation it contains? Will you listen or not?’

’If you listen, you must endure the Demon Sound’s assault.’

’Don’t listen? But the Demon Sound itself is a temptation. Can you truly resist the desire in your heart?’

Peng Yuanshan felt the blood in his body begin to boil, as if a relentless, searing heat was surging up from his limbs and bones.

He hurriedly circulated his Demon Sect Technique to resist this scorching heat.

However, those of the Demon Sect learned techniques that prioritized rapid success. Most progressed extremely quickly, but their foundations were unstable.

In terms of defense, they were naturally somewhat lacking.

This moment of distraction not only had minimal effect but also scattered his concentration, causing him to miss a good portion of the Spell.

Peng Yuanshan seethed with hatred, having already flayed and dismembered Nie Bin in his mind countless times.

But cursing was useless. He could only do his best to suppress the Demonic Thoughts and patiently commit the Secret Divine Skill to memory.

From a distance, Zhao Rui listened for a while, and his brows furrowed.

’This guy is just like his master.’

’Always pulling these Demon Sound Piercing Ears tricks.’

’He’s taken a perfectly good Heavenly Demon Divine Skill and made it so crude.’

Moreover, the guy was dishonest. Of the Cultivation Technique he recited, three parts were real, three parts were false, and the rest was just random nonsense.

Logically, a Demon Sect Elder should have been able to easily detect such a shallow trick.

But it couldn’t be helped. The guy was using the Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound Technique to recite it. Under these circumstances, even a Demon Sect Elder wouldn’t have the luxury of distinguishing truth from falsehood.

Just as Zhao Rui was hesitating about whether to interrupt the man’s casting and end things once and for all, the roar of car engines suddenly sounded from nearby.

’The people from the Patrol Office are here!’

Zhao Rui quickly sat down cross-legged, pretending to be struggling to resist the Demon Sound.

Not long after, four cars sped over.

The people inside had just gotten out of the cars. Before they could even get close to Nie Bin, they felt an inexplicable, hallucinatory sound reverberate in their minds.

These Patrol officers instantly became dazed and started swaying, unable to even stand steadily.

A few with deeper Power managed to stabilize themselves, but they too had no choice but to sit down cross-legged and circulate their energy to resist.

They intuitively felt that this Demon Sound not only contained a Divine Soul Attack but also carried a faint, profound meaning.

It was like a Divine Skill’s Heart Method.

The more sharp-witted among them immediately thought of a possibility—this man knew he was facing certain death and was preparing to pass on his Cultivation Technique before he died.

To prevent his Secret Divine Skill from being lost to time!

"Demon Sound Bone Attachment!"

Suddenly, Nie Bin roared, and waves of sound surged into everyone’s minds like a tide.

In an instant, a profound musical note manifested in everyone’s mind.

"Not good!"

Peng Yuanshan’s face paled in horror. He hurriedly mobilized all the True Qi from his Dantian and frantically unleashed a Divine Soul Attack technique.

He had to counter this terrifying Spiritual Attack.

*SPIT*

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale. His already sinister-looking face became even uglier.

If a Grandmaster Realm expert fared this poorly, what hope was there for the others?

The other Demon Sect expert who had arrived later had already fallen unconscious.

As for the Patrol officers, although they had heard less and arrived later, their Power was also weaker.

One by one, their minds fell into chaos, and they scrambled about like headless flies.

They didn’t last long before collapsing in a heap, with no one left standing.

"Elder Cui, a man whose heart is not content is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant! Haha, we’ll meet again!"

"I trust your Divine Skill will have reached Great Success by the time we meet again!"

After speaking, Nie Bin wiped away the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, rose to his full height, and fled into the distance.

Half an hour later, after a mad dash, Nie Bin felt he had shaken everyone off his tail.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the twinkling lights of a village not far ahead, he couldn’t help but laugh sinisterly. "To survive a great catastrophe means good fortune will follow! Haha, in a bit, I’m going to find a couple of women to replenish my strength."

"You really deserve to die!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a cold voice slowly echoed in his ears.

’Secret Transmission?’

"Who?"

Panicked, Nie Bin went on alert, looking all around and focusing his gaze.

In the hazy night, not far to the east, a young figure slowly walked over.

His pace seemed slow, yet the distance closed with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him.

"You?"

Nie Bin was stunned. The newcomer was none other than the person who had seen through his disguise at the Zhengyang Martial Arts Academy.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you have it out for me?"

Nie Bin narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

"Who I am isn’t important. What’s important is who you’re not!"

Zhao Rui’s eyes snapped open, and he suddenly uttered several abstruse, incomprehensible notes.

The sound was like metal grinding against metal, or a file scraping the bottom of a pan—so jarring and unpleasant it made one want to vomit.

"How do you know the Celestial Demon... AARGH!"

Nie Bin was instantly struck as if by lightning, clutching his head and twisting wildly.

The Celestial Demon True Qi within his body seemed to go out of control, rampaging through his Meridians.

He hurriedly used all his Power to desperately suppress the Demon Sound invading his body, stumbling as he tried to run away.

Zhao Rui watched him coldly but didn’t make a move.

Instead, he followed, continuing to use the Demon Sound to trigger the hidden injuries and flaws in Nie Bin’s Cultivation.

Dealing with Nie Bin, who possessed the Heavenly Demon Illusion God Technique, would have been extremely troublesome for anyone else.

But to Zhao Rui, Nie Bin’s Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound Technique was like a Luminous Pearl in the dark night—riddled with obvious flaws.

"Spa... spare me!"

Nie Bin’s face was contorted, and he could no longer speak clearly.