I Can Transfer the Side Effects of Evil Skills-Chapter 62: Drunken Immortal Gazing at the Moon, Fragrant Flower Hand

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Drunken Immortal Gazing at the Moon, Fragrant Flower Hand

Carrying the water buckets, Zou Feng quickly arrived at the fire’s outermost edge.

The blaze wasn’t large, and it was clearly started by someone using ignited balls of oiled paper.

Seeing this, Zou Feng first used a rapid side-to-side stomping technique to extinguish the burning paper balls.

He then doused the nearby areas that had caught fire with the two buckets of water.

After dealing with it all in the shortest time possible, before he could even catch his breath, Zou Feng heard faint footsteps in front of and behind him simultaneously.

Two men in black, tight-fitting clothes with emotionless faces had him blocked, one in front and one behind.

’So it’s true, arson and murder go hand in hand...’

Neither of them wore masks. Clearly, they felt it was unnecessary; after all, dead men tell no tales.

The man in front had a hawk-like nose and held a crescent moon blade in each hand.

The one behind was missing his left ear and wore spiked knuckle dusters on his fists.

At that moment, both radiated killing intent, their bodies surging with Inner Qi. They were undoubtedly Ninth Grade.

Under the combined light of the moon and the nearby flames, their weapons both glinted with a sinister, cold light.

’Spiritual Artifacts?’

Ordinary Entering Grade Martial Artists usually couldn’t afford Spiritual Artifacts.

But even weapons that were merely related to Spiritual Artifacts were incredibly sharp, not to mention specifically designed to counter Protective Qi Force.

’It seems these two did their homework.’

’They know I practice the Tribulation-Indestructible Body and have achieved some proficiency, making my defenses hard to breach.’

’And they chose this moment, right when I’m exhausted and overwhelmed from fighting the fire, my stamina greatly depleted.’

’It would be stranger if there wasn’t an inside man providing them with information and this opportunity...’

’In short, the death trap is set. It looks like my death is certain, doesn’t it?’

’If I had truly only practiced the Tribulation-Indestructible Body and two other Evil Skills, there’s a good chance I would actually die here.’

"Gentlemen, I am Ma Pingchuan. If you’re looking to settle a score with Zou Feng, I can take you to him!"

The man with the hawk nose stopped and twirled his blades in a few fancy flourishes, assuming a ready stance. "You think you’re funny?"

"Don’t panic. It’ll be over quick!"

But the first to strike was "One-Eared" behind Zou Feng.

With a dull THUD from his right foot pushing off the ground, One-Eared shot toward Zou Feng like an arrow, the spikes on his right fist aimed straight for the back of Zou Feng’s heart.

However, with a single sidestep, Zou Feng easily dodged the attack while simultaneously shrugging off his shirt.

Tossing the shirt aside, Zou Feng stood bare-chested as his well-proportioned muscles began to visibly swell and bulge.

Exhaling sharply, Zou Feng seemed to have pushed his Tribulation-Indestructible Body to its absolute limit.

"Heh heh, I should actually thank you..."

"It’s been a long time since I got to ’slaughter some chickens and sheep.’ I’ve been so pent-up!"

This wasn’t posturing; it was the honest truth.

Having practiced six Evil Skills, the hostile energy he normally accumulated was considerable.

Every morning he woke up not just with a flagpole at full mast, but also brimming with killing intent.

Hawk Nose and One-Eared wasted no more words, focusing on unleashing a barrage of sharp attacks.

’So what if he has the Tribulation-Indestructible Body?’

The defense-shattering power of their Spiritual Artifacts, combined with the fact that both their Cultivation Skills were geared toward short-term burst damage, made them a perfect counter for a Martial Artist like Zou Feng.

The way different Cultivation Skills countered and complemented each other was a crucial factor among Martial Artists that could never be ignored.

’A direct confrontation?’

’Let’s see how long you can last!’

With this mindset, the two assassins launched a stormy offensive against Zou Feng using a perfectly coordinated Combined Skill.

But unexpectedly, the scene they had envisioned—Zou Feng taking the blows head-on with his Tribulation-Indestructible Body—never materialized.

For a moment, all of their attacks missed.

Their target was continuously evading with sublime precision, using footwork that looked like the staggering of a drunkard.

No matter how they attacked, they just couldn’t land a hit!

And to think they believed Zou Feng had taken off his shirt and flexed his muscles in preparation to withstand their attacks with his Tribulation-Indestructible Body.

’Is he fucking crazy? If you were going to dodge, why strip and flex?!’

But complaints aside, the two assassins already felt that something was wrong.

The intelligence was clearly flawed. Their target had also cultivated an extremely advanced Body Skill.

’We can’t drag this out. If we can’t kill this guy soon, we have to leave immediately.’

Having worked together for years, they knew each other’s intentions with a single glance.

So, with a silent consensus, they decided to risk one final, all-out offensive. If they still couldn’t kill their target, they would retreat at once.

However, just as they were about to make their final push, they suddenly felt light-headed and heavy-footed for some reason. They couldn’t seem to muster any strength!

"This... It’s poison!"

The two reacted instantly.

’No wonder. While dodging our attacks just now, the target was constantly waving his palms.’

’We thought it was just Zou Feng’s futile counterattacks, but who would have thought—the guy was releasing poison!’

"Jie jie jie..." Zou Feng cackled strangely while continuing his slow Shaking Flower Hand gestures. "Just figuring it out now? Too late!"

After reaching the Entering Grade, the toxins from the Five Poison Skill could be enhanced by Inner Qi and released into the air.

Drunken Immortal Gazing at the Moon, a fragrant Flower Hand!

The surrounding area had long since been turned into a "Poison Domain" by Zou Feng’s Shaking Flower Hand.

Even though the two assassins reacted and immediately tried to suppress and expel the poison with their Inner Skill...

...the toxin from his Refined Skill-level Five Poison Skill was something even an Eighth Grade expert might not be able to withstand.

"This is bad!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Let’s go!"

Hawk Nose made a split-second decision, mustering his remaining strength for a fierce slash at Zou Feng.

Unfortunately, with the poison taking effect, his move was clearly not fast enough.

"What do you think this place is? A public inn you can come and go from as you please?"

With a casual laugh, Zou Feng dodged Hawk Nose’s attack and planted a palm on his chest.

Hawk Nose let out a miserable shriek and was sent flying backward.

But the man had clearly also cultivated a defensive Cultivation Skill. He scrambled back to his feet the moment he hit the ground and shot away faster than a monkey.

By knocking him back, Zou Feng had inadvertently given him the chance to create distance, greatly increasing his odds of escape.

Seeing this, Zou Feng ignored Hawk Nose and instead turned to chase One-Eared, who was fleeing in the opposite direction.

Only now did the Drunken Immortal Moon Gazing Step display its full, unbridled speed.

One-Eared had just thought he had escaped to a relatively safe distance when, in the very next instant, a great rushing sound erupted behind him.

It was as if a giant bat was blotting out the sky behind him, locking onto him.

"AHHH—"

Terrified, One-Eared roared and spun around, wildly throwing punches.

But he only hit empty air. There was nothing in front of him.

"Don’t panic. It’ll be over quick!"

Somehow, Zou Feng had once again circled behind him and was now returning the man’s earlier words to him, verbatim.

This time, he didn’t give One-Eared any chance to react.

Zou Feng executed a Strong Man Locking Man, seizing One-Eared’s neck while simultaneously covering his mouth with a Poison Palm.

"HAH!"

Then, exerting force with both hands, he twisted One-Eared’s head one hundred and eighty degrees, making him face Zou Feng behind him, eye to eye.

His terrified gaze perfectly illustrated the meaning of dying with a grievance!

"NO—"

On the other side, Hawk Nose, who had already climbed onto the compound wall, let out a furious roar of utter despair.

He clearly had a deep relationship with One-Eared; seeing him killed, he was overwhelmed with grief.

"ZOU—FENG—"

"I’ll remember you—"

Hawk Nose spat out the words one by one, with enough force to make his gums bleed, then prepared to jump off the wall and flee.

He clearly believed he could escape.

After all, he had already created such a distance. Even if Zou Feng’s Body Skill was unexpectedly fast, there was no way he could catch up now.

However, Zou Feng never intended to chase him in the first place.

Calculating that the time was about right, Zou Feng raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"SNAP!"

On the wall, Hawk Nose immediately howled again.

Then blood began to pour from his seven orifices. The spot on his chest where the palm had struck earlier burst open with a "SPLAT," creating a bloody hole!

"Remember me?"

"You were already dead the moment my palm struck you!"

Under the bright moonlight, Zou Feng’s face still held the ghastly pallor caused by his Cultivation of the Black Tortoise Sea-Suppressing Force.

As he stared at the assassin falling from the wall, his mind was filled with the pleasure of release, and he unconsciously broke into a wild, toothy grin.

He looked just like a malevolent spirit that had just crawled out of the Underworld...