Secret Buyer-Chapter 74: Technique and Method

No life force absorption, nor any Divine Realm capture.

Just the simplest tearing,

Tearing,

and more tearing!

The teenager’s torso remained unchanged, but both of his hands swelled violently, turning green-blue, exuding a rotting stench,

Every swing of his massive hands stirred up a piercing shriek capable of tearing through eardrums, followed by dismembered limbs! Viscera! Blood mist!

Lu Mingzhu was competent.

In just one afternoon, she contacted most of the hotel’s internal staff and accurately assessed the general situation,

She organized the data information she sent over and listed who could be recruited away, who could be utilized, and who was unshakeable and loyal to the ’big boss’.

Not entirely accurate, but sufficient.

Zhang Fusheng identified each employee’s face. Regardless of whether they were in the Third Refinement, Fourth Refinement, or Fifth Refinement, he captured them with simple brutality, tearing them apart with a roar!

The violent feeling accumulating in his heart did not dissipate but grew even stronger.

He couldn’t help but recall the countless times he’d fallen into a demon state, and seven words surfaced in his mind.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

The killing intent almost engulfed him, almost turning him into a demon again.

"Stop!"

An old hand suddenly pressed on Zhang Fusheng’s swollen, green-blue arm,

His eyes were bloodshot, and with sudden force, he wanted to throw off this mysterious old figure, but the opponent remained utterly unmoved.

"Mr. Liao!"

"Mr. Liao!"

The Martial Artists who managed to escape called out with voices almost on the verge of tears.

The elder scanned the tragic scene in the hall with a solemn expression. Due to the execution, 90% of the staff were gathered in the hall to watch, and now nearly half were dead!

The floor was covered with blood, pooling in the low spots, and dismembered limbs were everywhere. The guests had long fled in panic.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Fusheng stared at him, only using the strength of Six Refinements Perfection at this moment, but with the partial ’Giant’s Observation’ amplification, his strength doubled, still amounting to twenty thousand jin in force!

But the old man’s hand just lightly pressed on his arm, and he couldn’t move at all.

"Liao Xianji, under the orders of Elder Hong, stationed here."

The old man said in a deep voice:

"You must be the Fourth Young Master?"

Zhang Fusheng did not answer but coldly asked:

"Are you stopping me from punishing a dog?"

Liao Xianji raised his eyebrows and locked eyes with the young man, a hint of bloodlust still lingering in his gaze.

His heart pounded suddenly, an unexplained chill running through him.

After a moment of silence.

"You’re joking, Fourth Young Master." Liao Xianji exhaled: "If you kill them all, the hotel will not be able to continue operating. Even a day’s halt would be a huge loss."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly asked:

"Twelve Refinements?"

Liao Xianji shook his head:

"I am only at Seven Refinements."

"Are you kidding?" Zhang Fusheng’s expression grew colder. Seven Refinements, strong enough for his master to personally arrange for him to be stationed here?

Seven Refinements, even at Perfection, is only twenty thousand jin of force. How could he so easily suppress me like this?

Zhang Fusheng’s body swelled bit by bit, fully unfolding the Giant’s Observation, transforming into a three-meter giant, still restrained, releasing only the ten-thousand-jin strength of Six Refinements Perfection, tripled to thirty thousand jin under the amplification.

Seven, Eight, Nine Refinements, each Refinement could cumulatively add ten thousand jin of strength, thirty thousand jin is already the Peak of Eight Refinements.

But.....

The frail old man pressed his palm on Zhang Fusheng’s massive arm; he couldn’t even lift the old man or move his legs!!

There seemed to be some peculiar power in the old man’s hand, ’gluing’ him in place.

"You still claim to be at Seven Refinements?" Zhang Fusheng coldly asked.

"Indeed at Seven Refinements."

Liao Xianji seriously regarded the three to four-meter-tall giant. With his height of only one meter sixty, he was like a toy in front of him.

He smiled:

"The Fourth Young Master does not know, I was born with extremely poor root and bone, and this Mysterious Factor absorbs ten out of ten, leaking nine parts, but my enlightenment is not bad."

Liao Xianji casually released his hand, and Zhang Fusheng smashed a fist at him.

’Clang!!!’

The little old man’s skin turned light silver. When this punch hit him, thirty percent of the force rebounded, tearing Zhang Fusheng’s arm,

The remaining seventy percent flowed along his skin, vibrating to the end, finally seeping out from the soles of his feet, shattering the floor with a bang.

Flicking his hand,

Zhang Fusheng stared at Liao Xianji:

"What is this technique?"

"The Little Golden Body Skill bestowed by Elder Hong, I have perfected it; my skin and hair gleam silver, and no force can touch me." Liao Xianji smiled.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow and launched another punch. Accompanied by the roar of a tiger, a faint green mist flowed from his towering arm, gathering into the shape of a tiger!

"Hmm?"

Liao Xianji’s expression became more serious. His palms suddenly took on the color of jet-black jade, pressing together and pushing forward, suddenly echoing with the sound of waves!

Zhang Fusheng’s fist struck his palm, a pale white shockwave erupted, and his brow tightened sharply as he sensed the opponent’s strength surge like ocean tides,

one wave following another, each more powerful than the last!

The seemingly frail old man with only ten thousand jin of strength, within the layered echoes of the tides, unleashed a final wave that actually erupted with palm power exceeding three hundred thousand jin!

Zhang Fusheng retreated three steps, shaking the hall with each step.

"What is this?" He licked his lips, his eyes bloodshot, the ferocity having subsided—or rather, covered by excitement.

"Tide-Birth Palm."

The skinny old man grinned:

"A middle-grade palm technique, which I also perfected. When the palms push together, it’s like rolling waves."

"Fourth Young Master, your punch was mighty, but how did it feel when ’entering into the sea’ and being pushed back by the tide?"

Zhang Fusheng marveled:

"So, I defeated myself?"

"You could say that."

Liao Xianji said flatly:

"Fourth Young Master, I am merely at the Seven Refinements level, yet allowed by Elder Hong to guard this place because even typical Twelve Refinements are no match for me."

"Fourth Young Master, please leave."

Zhang Fusheng grinned:

"Old fellow, how many techniques have you perfected?"

"Two perfected, one breaking limit."

Liao Xianji spoke slowly:

"I have mastered the Great Tide True Intent and Mud Swamp True Intent."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly understood:

"Mud Swamp? No wonder I couldn’t move just now..."

He burst out laughing:

"Mr. Liao, right? I ought to thank you for opening up a new perspective for me."

Technique, to think it can be wielded to such an extent!

Others might spend a lifetime to achieve great success or perfection in one technique, already dominating a region,

while this old fellow has two perfected techniques, one breaking the limit!

And True Intent...like the Tiger Roar Fist, which requires breaking the limit to attain True Intent.

This old man’s mind must be very clever, very clever indeed.

I want it.

Zhang Fusheng slowly returned his body to normal, pointed to the unconscious Lu Mingzhu on the execution bench:

"Tomorrow, I want to see her safe and sound."

Liao Xianji pondered for a moment and nodded:

"No problem."

"Additionally, I control a third of the hotel." Zhang Fusheng continued expressionlessly, "She will execute this function on my behalf."

"It should be so." Liao Xianji nodded readily.

Zhang Fusheng smiled, scrutinizing the skinny and short old man, walked forward bare-chested, gently patted his shoulder, and whispered:

"I hope you’re not siding with the eldest apprentice brother."

Liao Xianji raised an eyebrow:

"Fourth Young Master jests; I will only stand by Master. Of course, when Master Hong is absent...naturally, the eldest young master comes first."

"It seems you are clever, but not clever enough."

Zhang Fusheng smiled meaningfully:

"Additionally, I don’t like you."

He reached out, placing his hand on Liao Xianji’s chest; the latter’s expression remained calm:

"Fourth Young Master, you are not my match..."

The hand pressed against the old man’s gaunt chest suddenly trembled, ignoring the shining silver skin and the tide-like continuous power, plunging straight through the old man’s chest, appearing inside his thoracic cavity!

Then the ethereal hand suddenly solidified into reality.

Grasping the old but still powerful heart, Zhang Fusheng stared at the terrified and motionless Liao Xianji.

No matter how many means the other had, they were now useless.

If the heart was crushed, he would still die.

Zhang Fusheng smiled:

"You should be glad that your brains still have some use to me."

He withdrew his hand and turned to leave decisively, even too lazy to throw on a piece of clothing,

walking through the hotel over the blood, leaving a trail of bloody footprints.