Come On, Let's Hurt Each Other

The skill 'Blood Rage' successfully activated. She Xuan and his companions were pulled into Lu Bei's capture range. A powerful aura pressed down on them, like an invisible blade against the back of their necks, a chilling killing intent piercing their bones, causing them to involuntarily shiver.

The Liu family brothers, for example, had all their attributes halved, their combat power plummeting like an avalanche. Even She Xuan and the strongman, who had the highest cultivation, couldn't escape the intimidation, their base attributes all declining to varying degrees.

Within his sight, Lu Bei rose, holding his saber, his blood-stained clothes resembling an Asura. The Black Gold Straight Saber in his hand was covered in blood-red light; just a glance was enough to make one's eyes ache from the sharp intent.

The subtle saber intent was indescribable, but the killing intent was fully unleashed, naked and impossible to conceal.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Bei vanished from his spot, leaving only afterimages wielding a cold blade edge charging towards them.

The air tore like silk, a piercing shriek that made one's scalp tingle.

Four seconds.

"Not good! He's a Demon Cultivator!!"

The strongman was greatly stimulated, feeling the saber's glow envelop all his vital points, his heart, liver, lungs, kidneys, even the back of his neck, all seemingly on the verge of being severed.

If he couldn't dodge or defend, he would face it head-on.

The strongman roared, his face rapidly covered in fine scales. His body bulged, stretching his clothes taut. He clasped his claws to his chest and swiftly lunged towards the saber's edge.

Monster Cultivators possessed robust physiques. After awakening their bloodline power, their bones, muscles, and flesh were tempered to be as hard as steel, more solid than bedrock.

Bang!

Cold light clashed. The strongman's eyes bulged, his steel teeth grinding, the saber's glow crushing his ten claws into dust. Undiminished, it continued its descent, striking his chest.

The terrifying force pressed down. The strongman's chest armor instantly turned to powder. His incredibly defensive scales cracked, erupting in a mist of blood. The clothes on his back tore apart piece by piece. His tall frame only held for a moment before he was sent flying backward.

The strongman flew high into the air, his muscles twitching uncontrollably. His bones and sinews were being torn by the relentless force, making crackling sounds like popping beans.

Three seconds.

"Hold on, he can't last much longer."

She Xuan's eyes turned into golden snake pupils, and his legs transformed into a green snake tail. He opened his mouth and spat out hundreds of needle-like projectiles, too fine to be seen, flying at high speed.

Too slow.

An afterimage flashed, and Lu Bei appeared on the other side. The Liu family brothers hastily parried, and after a flash of white light, two heads flew high into the air.

At this moment, the other three team members attacked in unison. The trio, skilled in coordinated attacks, combined offense and defense with their fists, palms, and claws. Their continuous assault was a dense wall pressing down on Lu Bei.

Stomp, crouch!

Charge, swing saber!

Lu Bei charged at high speed. In his movements, his figure was as fast as lightning, afterimages connecting into a line. In an instant, he broke through the encirclement of the three, carving out a bloody path.

A violent saber pressure pressed down, scattering the air and causing it to warp into an arc, like a rapidly expanding fist. Accompanied by a thunderous sonic boom, it smashed into the three.

Their bodies rose limply, blood flowing from their seven orifices. Their marrow seemed to be pierced by a chaotic array of needles, exploding into three clouds of blood mist before they hit the ground, their lives extinguished.

Two seconds.

At this moment, the strongman, who had been sent flying, landed. His bones and muscles trembled erratically as he roared and charged at Lu Bei.

The instant the strongman landed, Lu Bei locked onto him. His figure flashed, passing through the three clouds of blood mist. At high speed, the blood mist stretched and elongated, and in a blink, he was in front of the strongman.

The saber edge led the way.

A blinding white light slashed directly towards the crown of the strongman's head.

The strongman instinctively turned his head to the side, avoiding the choice between a stubborn head and a hard saber. The saber's edge sliced swiftly, breaking through his surface scale defense, then severing his shoulder bone, embedding itself deeply.

The strongman's eyes were bloodshot, his injuries worsening. His blood essence was almost scattered by the impact. Blood trickled from his mouth as he gripped the saber's edge with both claws, a ferocious grin on his face as he stared at Lu Bei.

One second.

She Xuan appeared beside Lu Bei like a phantom. His clawed hand, covered in fine scales, shot out, aiming directly for Lu Bei's exposed ribs under his armpit, which were revealed as he held the saber with both hands.

Judging by the ferocious posture, it looked as if he intended to rip out Lu Bei's heart, liver, lungs, and spleen.

Lu Bei swept his gaze over, planting his stance firmly. He activated the skill 'Undercurrent', gripping the saber with one hand and pressing down heavily, while thrusting his other fist towards She Xuan's wide-open chest.

Come on, let's hurt each other!

Lu Bei's eyes sharpened. Wearing blue equipment, he made no defensive move. But in She Xuan's eyes, this was his final struggle for a mutual kill.

The previous spitting of blood was not fake; She Xuan was convinced he had only one breath left.

It must be true. Demon Cultivators are all like this.

As for whether he could withstand the final blow, She Xuan estimated that his beast-transformed, supple body could counter the fierce fist technique, using softness to overcome hardness and deflecting most of the impact. At worst, he would be severely injured.

Trading injury for life was not a loss.

Bang!

Two muffled sounds rang out simultaneously.

She Xuan's outstretched claw tore through his clothes, leaving four scratches on the chainmail.

Lu Bei's straight punch buried itself into the thick frontal armor, fracturing the chest bone. The residual force spread, causing the mountains to tremble and waves to rise, making She Xuan's whole body go weak, his heart stopping for a few beats.

Zero. Five seconds ended.

She Xuan lowered his head, coughing blood. His snake pupils contracted into slits. Seeing Lu Bei draw his saber to slash at her, he violently swung his snake tail towards the strongman.

The burly man, rolling his eyes, stumbled and fell, unwillingly crashing into Lu Bei. This caused him to stagger, his blade sweep deviating from its intended accuracy, leaving only a massive gash on the snake's tail.

What's going on? Why is he getting more energetic the longer we fight?

He's not dying?!

She Xuan was utterly horrified, letting out a low cry of pain. His injuries were too severe to continue fighting, so he employed a tactic of avoiding the enemy's sharpest blows, tossing a smoke bomb and slithering away with a sway of his slender waist and tail.

He doesn't even have legs, yet his speed is incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he's at the exit.

Lu Bei pulled out a handful of throwing knives and hurled them towards the exit. She Xuan heard the wind whistling behind him, his boneless body swaying and twisting to dodge every projectile. Just before the roaring explosions of fire, he vanished into the darkness of the exit.

"What a fierce woman!"

Lu Bei gazed in the direction of the exit, checking his personal status panel. His health had recovered by more than half, but the drastic fluctuations in his base attributes left his hands feeling a bit weak. He temporarily abandoned the idea of pursuing his victory.

"You..."

"What kind of technique is this? Could it be the Demon Sect's Soul Devouring Blood Stealing Technique?"

The burly man lay prone on the ground, too severely injured to stand. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his voice grew fainter and fainter.

Lu Bei pondered for two seconds. The world seemed to become increasingly real in his eyes. He didn't want to engage in pointless slaughter, so...

He was conflicted.

Slaughter and experience clashed. In this psychological battle of whether human nature leaned towards nobility or baseness, neither side could gain the upper hand. Just then, a voice rose, shouting at Lu Bei:

"He's in pain. Kill him quickly, don't prolong his suffering!"

Clang!!

The straight saber swept through, taking the burly man's last breath.

Having single-handedly killed six people and severely injured one in under five seconds, Lu Bei returned with a glorious record. He approached Zhu Bo and, with a raised hand, unfastened his Qiankun Bag.

"Little Brother Lu..."

Zhu Bo was shocked by Lu Bei's ferocity in slaughtering their enemies. Snapping back to reality, he gave a bitter laugh. "I never imagined that after all the struggle between our sides, you would ultimately be the one with the superior strategy... Oh well, a three-year-old buys a coffin; I was prepared long ago. Dying by your hand is better than... wuwuwu..."

"You talk too much. If you want to die, find someone else. Don't dirty my hands."

Lu Bei poured a bottle of Detoxification Pills into Zhu Bo's mouth, cutting off his self-pity. Then, he flipped Luo Ban over and, with the same simple and crude method, forced a mouthful of Detoxification Pills into him.

"How is it? Can it detoxify?"

"The demon snake's innate poison is too potent; it can't be cured in a short time." Zhu Bo lay flat, crushing Hemostatic Pills and applying them to the wound on his back.

"As long as it can save your life, that's enough. She ran too fast, and I couldn't get the antidote," Lu Bei shrugged. While treating Luo Ban, he discovered the man was poisoned even more severely than Zhu Bo and inwardly cursed the trouble.

"I'll go rummage through their Qiankun Bags. Maybe there's a special antidote. Brother Bo, Brother Luo is unconscious, and I'm severely injured and can't treat myself. You're the only one who can test the medicine."

"No problem, I'll try."

Zhu Bo shook his head, not arguing. A moment later, he asked doubtfully, "Little Brother Lu, are you a Demon Cultivator?"

Lu Bei rummaged through the burly man's Qiankun Bag, finding several books on Monster Cultivator secret arts. As he flipped through them, he explained, "What are you looking at? I'm a legitimate Dao Cultivator, a righteous individual."

A righteous individual's hand speed at rummaging through a Qiankun Bag is far inferior to yours.

"Ah, I see..."

Zhu Bo's head ached. He scratched it vigorously, changing the subject. "Little Brother Lu, your insight is truly remarkable. You saw through the Liu family brothers' betrayal for personal gain; they didn't take the antidote. Otherwise, we would have been dead for sure this time."

"Of course. Those two shifty-eyed old fellows, I could tell they had rebellious bones the moment I saw them. I'd trust anyone before I'd trust them."

Lu Bei humbly admitted it. At the time, he was in a hurry to lose health and build up his ultimate move. He had even punched himself to save time; how could he have taken the detoxification medicine?

Besides, what were the Liu family brothers? He was wary of even Zhu Bo, let alone those two double-dealers.