The Heavenly Demon's Altered Fighting Style

Is something wrong with this guy?

It's obvious, why does he need to state it…

It was a perfectly normal situation, but coming from Dug's mouth, it just sounded so weird.

"We're clearly enemies, why do you care? If you're really such a good Samaritan, put down your sword and let us tie you up!" The black-clad figures surrounding Dug grew more and more frustrated as they fought, yet they really couldn't make a killing blow. With so many of their comrades watching, if they accidentally chopped him dead with one strike and someone shirked responsibility or tattled, they'd be finished when they got back.

In a life-or-death struggle, once you're restrained, no matter how you fight, it's suffocating. Especially with that guy spouting sarcastic remarks, just kill him already!

DAMN IT!

"Hey buddy, don't make such big movements, you might strain your back…"

"Brother, why are you so careless? You almost hit our comrade again. Injuring anyone is a loss for the Iron Palm Gang!"

"Don't glare at him; we're all from the same gang. We need to be united, friendly, and help each other…"

Dug kept up his trash talk, annoying the black-clad figures surrounding him and gradually disrupting their rhythm. Meanwhile, Dug was also finding his own unique pace in the real fight.

"A bunch of idiots, just keep him surrounded. Once I deal with Feng Shiyi, he won't be able to escape." The black-clad figure fighting Feng Shiyi had already heard what was happening and couldn't help but shout.

His words were a wake-up call.

The black-clad figures surrounding Dug suddenly understood and immediately slowed their pace. They changed positions, trapping Dug and preventing him from breaking through. They had also realized that Dug's martial arts were mediocre and his fighting style was chaotic; he was relying entirely on his agility to survive!

His previous surprise attack was probably just dumb luck.

One of them even chuckled and said sarcastically, "Lord Heavenly Demon, do you have any more private words? Keep talking, let us have a good laugh…"

Dug glanced at him and smiled, "What do you think your gang leader wants me for? Going to all this trouble, it can't be just to capture me and make me a prisoner, right? Maybe by tomorrow we'll be on the same side. In that case, who do you think will have higher status, you or me? Do you think I'll feel uncomfortable remembering your mockery tonight? Brother, you're narrowing your path!"

"…" The black-clad figure's face beneath his mask was ashen. He hated Dug to death in his heart but clenched his jaw and said nothing.

"Do you think I don't know who you are just because your face is covered?" Dug's Third Eye observed his surroundings as he pondered a countermeasure, continuing his trash-talk offensive. "When important figures can't identify their target for revenge, they usually resort to collective punishment. I might not know who you are, but I can always find out who was on this mission! I wonder if your comrades, who fought alongside you and were implicated by you, will hate you then?"

"Shit!" The black-clad figure who had just spoken wished he could slap himself. He knew Dug was silver-tongued; he should have just surrounded him quietly. Why did he have to run his mouth? Ah! A scream rang out, and another direct descendant of the Feng Family fell.

The enemy had more people and were more skilled. The Feng Manor's people were hastily responding to the attack, and it was already impressive that they had held out this long, but at this rate, they would eventually be defeated one by one.

"Seventh Master, save Yunjie and break through."

Feng Shiyi knew that Dug had only undergone Body Snatching two days ago, and even if he had grown, there were limits. In this situation, even if he wanted to protect the Feng Family, he was powerless. He only hoped that Dug could, as he had said in the Feng Family, save Feng Yunjie even if it meant getting injured. After all, the Heavenly Demon had super strong regenerative abilities, and then he could break through easily.

"Second Boss, is there any way to dispel the hallucinogenic smoke?" Dug saw the situation on the field and knew Feng Shiyi's thoughts, but he didn't intend to follow through. He didn't know light-footed martial arts, and even if he risked saving Feng Yunjie, he wouldn't be able to get far.

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

At this moment, the only way to break the deadlock was the unconscious Wang San.

He did want to go to the Iron Palm Gang, but he shouldn't be tied up and taken there, because there would be no benefit, and everything would have to start from scratch. Without Backstab, the attribute points gained from Maintenance of the Feng Family might even be reset. He couldn't afford to make a losing deal.

"What time is it, and you're still worrying about Wang San? Survival is key!" Feng Shiyi roared.

"Second Boss, my attribute is Maintenance. I can't abandon my companions and flee for my life," Dug couldn't directly explain Wang San's role, so he used a more tactful explanation, adding a point to his attribute value in the process.

"Damn it!" Feng Shiyi cursed. He suddenly regretted tying the Heavenly Demon to the Feng Family. These single-minded guys only brought disaster. As expected, those with "demon" in their name were no good. However, in this critical moment, he could only rely on Dug. He said irritably, "Splash him with cold water."

The Iron Palm Gang's hall master almost burst out laughing. Before coming, he hadn't really believed in the Heavenly Demon story, but now, he did. Normal people weren't like this; facing death, he was still thinking about saving someone! Cold water! Indeed, what martial arts novels said was true: if you were poisoned, you needed a woman to detoxify, but if you inhaled hallucinogenic smoke, just splashing cold water worked. Jianghu experience truly didn't deceive people.

There was no shortage of cold water in the inn. To prevent fires, two large vats filled with water were always kept in the hallway.

Dug glimpsed the location of the vats, then looked at the unconscious Wang San, whom he had thrown on the ground, and roared, "Wang San, I'm risking my life to protect you! Remember my kindness!"

Sacrifice for Righteousness, if it could happen once, it could happen a second time. He wouldn't miss any opportunity to increase his attribute points.

But in the eyes of the black-clad figures, Dug's actions were childishly ridiculous. He was surrounded and couldn't break out; did he think a shout would get him out? But soon, they couldn't laugh anymore. Dug actually abandoned his own defense, swept his longsword, and charged directly into the black-clad figures' blades.

This reckless behavior startled the black-clad figures. Coupled with the preceding trash talk, the black-clad figures intercepting Dug were hesitant to act decisively, fearing they might injure Dug. They instinctively pulled their blades back, and Dug actually broke through the encirclement completely unharmed.

Dug wasn't far from Wang San to begin with. After breaking through the encirclement, he rushed to his side in one stride, scooped him up, and shouted, "He's also a Heavenly Demon, you can't hurt him!"

Then, he swung his longsword back, forcing the pursuing black-clad figures to retreat, took two more steps, and threw Wang San whole into the water vat.

Splash! Water splashed everywhere.

Wang San jolted awake, looking around in confusion, wondering what had happened.

Dug guarded the water vat. "Wang San, there's a traitor in Xingyu Tower. Your survival depends on your performance! One by one, leave no one alive."

Wang San understood. He aimed at one of the black-clad figures surrounding Dug, pulled his chin back, rolled his eyes upwards, and cackled, "Little brother, I love you so much. You're not allowed to be fascinated by anyone else but me!"

The black-clad figure's pupils suddenly constricted. An inexplicable fear permeated his mind. He instinctively turned to flee.

Pfft! Dug's longsword thrust, freeing him from the Yandere's love!

Over there, Feng Yunjie heard Wang San's voice, suddenly shivered, and was slashed in the arm by a black-clad figure.

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

Dug's Third Eye clearly saw that after he killed the black-clad figure, Wang San paused for a moment, quickly made a gesture of opening his personal profile, and then joy appeared on his face.

This series of actions proved that he must have also gained a new advanced skill!

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

Wang San suppressed his joy and looked at another black-clad figure, hysterically saying, "Brother, I love you so much, how could you wield a blade against me? Why, why can others receive your affection, but I must endure your hostility…?"

The man in black hadn't yet understood why his companion had suddenly turned around when a tremendous fear seized him. Escape, escape from this terrifying guy, the farther the better…

But having seen what happened to his companion, he knew that turning his back meant death. Forcing himself to suppress his terror, he dodged Wang San's gaze while fighting Dug. It felt as if any second, Wang San would pounce on him and gouge out his heart. His movements were completely chaotic.

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

In the blink of an eye, only two people were left attacking Dug. Wang San's words had unsettled them, but they hadn't been deeply afraid. However, two of their companions had successively gone mad, and then died.

The two men now knew that the guy in the water jug was somehow involved. They exchanged a look, circled around Dug, and simultaneously raised their swords to attack Wang San.

Dug parried with his sword. "Come on, both of you."

At this critical moment, Wang San dared not be distracted. He gave an eerie smile. "My two brothers, I love you so much. Let me dig out your hearts and devour them piece by piece, so we'll never be separated, gie gie gie gie…"

A spine-chilling laugh suddenly erupted.

"Ghosts, they're ghosts!" Fear flooded the two men's hearts. They no longer had any will to fight, even forgetting about Dug's Backstab. They shrieked, dropped their knives, and turned to flee.

Thud! Thud! Two muffled sounds.

Dug was right behind them, his longsword piercing their hearts, ending their lives.