Secret Buyer-Chapter 108 - 101: Let’s See Whose Blood Spray Looks Better!

Chapter 108: Chapter 101: Let’s See Whose Blood Spray Looks Better!

"Forget it, let’s just kill you all first."

Lin Xiaocao’s body slumped weakly,

The frail youth tossed aside the remnants of a heart in his hand, his weary voice echoed down the silent street.

He was truly exhausted.

Five Thunders Technique... it’s called Five Thunders, but it should really be called ’Ten Thunders’,

The Little Five Thunders and the Great Five Thunders.

The former consists of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, while the latter is the Heaven and Earth Ghost God Society.

Old Huang held some secrets, greedy as he was, he wouldn’t even touch the Little Five Thunders, focusing solely on researching the ’Divine Thunder’ within the Great Five Thunders.

The so-called Divine Thunder specializes in killing and punishment, executing deities without proper worship, eradicating demons and wicked beasts, shattering temples, destroying monasteries, taking lives and things.

It sounds impressive.

But this thing is damn difficult!!

Even after directly acquiring Old Huang’s progress, even after experiencing the cultivation process as if personally,

However, just reaching the entry level of Divine Thunder consumed a massive amount of Zhang Fusheng’s Heart Power because it involves something too sinister!

It seems that cultivating this thunder is hated by Heaven and Earth.

"Isn’t it so..."

"In today’s world, where are the righteous gods? If the world, as Buddha Son said, is sick, how could the Divine Thunder, which specializes in killing improperly worshiped gods, not be hated by Heaven and Earth?"

Zhang Fusheng lamented in his heart.

The wind blew.

"Xiaocao!!" Zhou Muniu shouted angrily,

The blood-soaked Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua blinked desperately.

Was that Little Fusheng?

That was Little Fusheng!

Did he just..... kill a member of the Twelve-Refined action team??

Yu Chengzhong was the first to react, unable to think about what had just happened, he roared:

"Fusheng! Run!"

"There’s no escape." Zhang Fusheng grinned in response, seeing the many civilians lying limp on the street, noticing the swellings beneath their skin.

Though for now unaffected by the sinister aura.

But the anger still filled his heart.

"You are all bad people..."

Zhang Fusheng felt a deep pain and agony, returning to normal after such a long bout of insanity, yet still retained a hint of madness.

"Bad people, must be! killed!"

Several Twelve-Refined Martial Artists charged at him, then ten, twenty more, kicking up clouds of dust!!

The dust halted abruptly, these Great Martial Artists braked sharply, their feet digging into the concrete ground.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, in the dreamy disbelief of Old Yu and Li Qiuhua,

The gentle, polite Little Fusheng expanded bit by bit, inflating,

His body seemed to be continually pumped by an invisible force, his bones creaking in a way that set one’s teeth on edge, muscles and skin stretching at a visible pace!

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a rotting giant made of swollen flesh!!

The giant stood still, ’gently’ breathing, each breath sounded like the wheeze of a broken bellows!

"Eighteen-foot True Body... you are not worthy."

The giant spoke lowly, his voice was extremely muffled, he stretched his body, the thick, twisted, worm-like blue-black veins under his skin pulsating wildly!!

’Buzz!’

The giant vanished from where he stood.

"You are the real... scum!"

He reappeared in a crowd, crashing several Twelve-Refined Great Martial Artists into a mist of blood!

Before anyone could react, the giant shrouded in blood mist, struck out again and again, dominantly,

A fist!

A palm!

A finger!

A kick, a stomp, a crash!

Those cloaked in the guise of justice, cruel and depraved, were torn to pieces, the blood mist bloomed on the long street, like early spring’s arrival, with all life vying for splendor!

"Let me see whose blood mist looks the best?"

The rotting giant chuckled.

The twentieth! The thirtieth! The fortieth!

This was a one-sided massacre.

The Twelve-Refined Great Martial Artists reached perfection, imbued with the strength of 108,000 pounds.

But Zhang Fusheng...

After consuming and digesting Niu Dali’s vast vitality, even in his frail youthful form, possessed over 350,000 pounds of tremendous force!

Now, with his Giant’s Observation unleashed, his strength exceeded a million pounds, nearing the limit of power at the Martial Artist and even Martial Arts Master level!

"Monster... monster!!" Some action team members were terrified, starting to wail, starting to flee.

"Crying?"

"Even crying takes time, you know!" The giant smiled, the sheer power roaring inside him,

He merely moved, and the earth cracked beneath his feet, each step left a deeply sunken footprint, oozing blue-green fluid!

Crash!

Hunt!

Kill!

"Stop him!!" Zhou Muniu’s eyes were about to split, his heart pounding, driving his blood energy to surge while emitting a white glow!

He opened his mouth and spat, a white streak suddenly pierced through the air, rushing away!

"Watch out!!" Li Qiuhua shouted desperately.

Too late.

The white streak crashed into the rotting giant’s back, the white light capable of tearing a whole building into the sky,

Suddenly pierced through the giant’s body, large chunks of flesh evaporated, and blue-green blood spurted crazily!

"Too weak..." Zhou Muniu exhaled, "Turns out, it’s a high-attack low-defense glass cannon..."

His words cut off abruptly.

He saw the giant, half evaporated, staggering to grab an action team member. The latter coughed twice, quickly withering, finally turning into a pile of white powder, drifting away in the wind.

Then the second, the third.

By the time the fourth person scattered in the wind, the damaged giant had already recovered, slowly turning towards him with a big smile.

Zhou Muniu’s scalp tingled, he opened his mouth, spitting another white beam like a great wave!

The giant disappeared.

The white beam struck the distant roadway, large swathes of earth and stones evaporated.

"Where... where did he go?"

Zhou Muniu muttered, suddenly realizing, stiffly lowering his head.

He saw on the ground, his shadow had vanished.