A Fighting Style Changed by the Heavenly Demon

Was something wrong with this guy?

Was there any need for him to state the obvious...

Why did perfectly normal things sound so awkward when they came out of Dug's mouth?

They were clearly enemies, so why did he need to care about them? If he really was such a saint, why not put down his sword and let them tie him up? The black-clad men surrounding Dug and the others grew more frustrated as they fought. Yet they truly had no way to strike to kill. With so many comrades watching, if someone accidentally killed him with a slash, and somebody tried to shirk responsibility or report them afterward, they would be finished when they got back.

Once restraints arose in a life-or-death fight, every move became stifling. Especially with that bastard across from them constantly spouting sarcastic nonsense—just kill him already!

Fuck!...

"Buddy, don't make such big movements. Careful not to throw out your back..."

"Brother, how could you be so careless? You nearly slashed one of our brothers again. Injuring anyone would be a loss for the Iron Palm Gang!"

"Don't glare at him. You're all from the same gang. You should be united, love one another, and help each other..."

Dug's trash talk never stopped, throwing the men besieging him into distraction and gradually disrupting their rhythm. Meanwhile, through real combat, Dug found a rhythm that belonged solely to him.

"You idiots, just keep him surrounded. Once I deal with Feng Shiyi, he won't be able to run anywhere." The black-clad man fighting Feng Shiyi had long heard what was happening here and could not help shouting.

The words jolted them awake.

The black-clad men surrounding Dug suddenly understood and immediately slowed their attacks. They shifted positions and trapped Dug, preventing him from breaking through. They had also realized that Dug's Martial Arts were mediocre and his fighting completely unstructured; he was relying entirely on his agility!

That earlier surprise attack had probably just been dumb luck.

One of them even mocked, "Lord Heavenly Demon, got any more sweet words for us? Keep talking and give us something to laugh about..."

Dug glanced at him and smiled. "What do you think your gang leader invited me for? He went through all this trouble. It can't be just to bring me back as a prisoner, right? Maybe by tomorrow, we'll be one of your own. When that happens, who do you think will rank higher, you or me? When I remember how you mocked me tonight, do you think I'll feel uncomfortable? Brother, you've chosen a narrow road!"

"..." Beneath his mask, the black-clad man's face darkened like ink. He hated Dug to death, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"Do you think I don't know who you are just because you covered your face?" Dug's Third Eye watched the surroundings as he considered a strategy, while he continued his trash-talk offensive. "When important people can't figure out exactly who to retaliate against, they usually punish everyone involved. I may not know who you are, but I can always find out who went on this mission! I wonder whether the brothers who fought alongside you and got dragged down by you will hate you then?"

"Fuck!" The black-clad man who had spoken earlier wished he could slap himself. He knew Dug was sharp-tongued, so why couldn't he just quietly surround him? Why did he have to run his mouth? A scream rang out as another direct descendant of the Feng Family fell.

The enemy had more people and superior Martial Arts. The people of Feng Manor had been forced into battle hastily, and lasting this long was already difficult. If this continued, they would be defeated one by one sooner or later.

"Seventh Master, save Yunjie and break out."

Feng Shiyi knew that Dug had only taken over a body two days ago. Even if he had grown, there was a limit. In a situation like this, even if he wanted to protect the Feng Family, he lacked the strength to do so. He only hoped Dug would do as he had said at the Feng Family estate: endure injury and get Feng Yunjie out. After all, Heavenly Demons had extraordinary recovery abilities. With Yunjie gone, Feng Shiyi would have an easier time breaking out himself.

"Second Master, is there any way to cure the knockout smoke?" Dug saw the state of the battlefield and understood Feng Shiyi's thinking, but he had no intention of following it. He did not know lightness skills. Even if he risked everything to save Feng Yunjie, they would not get far.

Besides, he might not even be able to save him.

The only way to break the deadlock was Wang San, who lay unconscious.

He did want to go to the Iron Palm Gang, but he should not be taken there tied up. There was no benefit in that; he would have to start everything over. Without Backstab, the attribute points he had gained from protecting the Feng Family might even be wiped away. He could not do business at a loss.

"At a time like this, why are you still worrying about Wang San? Staying alive is what matters!" Feng Shiyi roared.

"Second Master, my attribute is Maintenance. I can't abandon a companion and flee for my life alone." Dug could not openly explain Wang San's usefulness, so he phrased it more tactfully and gained another attribute point in passing.

"Damn it!" Feng Shiyi cursed. He suddenly regretted tying the Heavenly Demon to the Feng Family. These single-minded fools could bring nothing but disaster. As expected, nothing with the word demon in it was any good. But in this crisis, he could only rely on Dug. He said irritably, "Splash him with cold water."

The Iron Palm Gang hall master nearly laughed. Before coming here, he had not really believed in the Heavenly Demon business. But now, he did. Normal people were not like this. With death staring them in the face, Dug was still thinking about saving someone! Cold water! Sure enough, everything those martial arts novels said was true. If someone was poisoned by that sort of drug, they needed a woman to cure it; if they were knocked out by smoke, splashing them with cold water would do the trick. The experience of the martial world truly did not deceive him.

There was no shortage of cold water in the inn. To prevent fires, two large vats filled with water stood in the corridor all year round.

Dug spotted the vats, then looked at Wang San, whom he had left unconscious on the ground, and shouted, "Wang San, I'm risking my life to protect you! Remember my kindness."

Sacrifice for Righteousness could happen once, so it could happen a second time. He would not miss any opportunity to increase his attribute points.

But to the black-clad men, Dug's actions were laughably childish. He could not even break through their encirclement. Did he think shouting would somehow get him out? Yet they quickly stopped laughing. Dug actually gave up defending himself, swept his longsword out, and charged directly into the black-clad men's blades.

This reckless move startled them. Combined with the groundwork laid by his earlier trash talk, the black-clad men blocking Dug hesitated, afraid of hurting him. Instinctively, they pulled their blades back—and Dug truly crashed through their encirclement without a scratch.

Dug had not been far from Wang San to begin with. Once he broke free, he rushed to Wang San in a single stride, scooped him up, and shouted, "He's a Heavenly Demon too. Don't hurt him."

Then he swung his longsword behind him, forcing back the pursuing black-clad men. After two more steps, he threw Wang San's entire body into the water vat.

Splash! Water sprayed everywhere.

Wang San jolted awake and looked around blankly, having no idea what had happened.

Dug stood guard in front of the vat. "Wang San, there's a traitor in Xingyu Tower. Whether we live or die depends on you! Take them one at a time. Leave no survivors."

Wang San understood. He fixed his gaze on one of the black-clad men surrounding Dug, tucked in his chin, rolled his eyes upward, and gave a sinister laugh. "Big brother, I like you so much. You're not allowed to be obsessed with anyone but me!"

The black-clad man's pupils contracted sharply. An inexplicable terror infected his heart, and he instinctively turned to flee.

Pfft! Dug thrust his longsword forward and freed him from the Yandere's love!

Over there, Feng Yunjie heard Wang San's voice and shuddered violently. A black-clad man slashed him across the arm.

"Yunjie!" Feng Shiyi roared angrily. "Feng Qi, what are you doing?"

Dug's Third Eye clearly saw that after he killed the black-clad man, Wang San froze for a moment, then quickly made the motion of opening his personal profile. Delight immediately appeared on his face.

That series of reactions proved that he had definitely developed a new advanced skill!

But this was not the time to worry about that. Dug ignored Feng Shiyi's roaring and reminded Wang San, "Continue."

Wang San suppressed his delight and turned to another black-clad man again, crying hysterically, "Big brother, I love you so much. How could you raise a blade against me? Why? Why can everyone else receive your affection, while I have to endure your hostility..."

This black-clad man had not yet figured out why his companion had suddenly turned around when overwhelming terror surged into his heart. Run. Run from this terrifying guy. The farther away from him, the better...

But with his companion's fate as a warning, he knew turning around meant death. He forcibly suppressed his terror, avoiding Wang San's gaze while fighting Dug, as though Wang San might leap into his arms and gouge out his heart the very next second. His moves fell completely into disarray.

Dug seized the opportunity and pierced his throat with one sword thrust, ending his life.

In the blink of an eye, only two of the men besieging Dug remained. Wang San's words made their scalps prickle, though they did not feel the same intense terror. But their two companions had gone mad one after another, then died.

How could they not realize it had something to do with the guy in the water vat? The two exchanged a glance, circled around Dug, and raised their blades at Wang San at the same time.

Dug swung his sword to block them. "Come at me together."

At this life-or-death moment, Wang San did not dare lose focus. He gave a wicked smile. "My two big brothers, I love you both so dearly. Let me dig out your hearts and swallow them bite by bite. Then we'll never be separated again, hehehehe..."

A bloodcurdling laugh suddenly rang out.

"Ghosts! They're ghosts!" Terror flooded the two men's hearts. They no longer had any will to fight and even forgot about Dug's Backstab. With a scream, they threw down their blades, turned around, and tried to run.

Pfft! Pfft! Two muffled impacts rang out.

Dug pressed close behind them, his longsword piercing their hearts and ending their lives.