Blood Cloak

In the eyes of the fortune-telling old man, the constable before him was strong and full of vitality, making him an extremely suitable sacrifice.

Although he seemed difficult to deal with, he was a believer who had already undergone five sacrificial rituals.

He had originally planned to scout the man's address and act that night, but unexpectedly, his identity had been seen through.

In that case, it would have to be a bit more troublesome; he'd beat the man half to death first.

Only when alive could he provide fear, and the more intense the fear, the more blessings he would receive.

With this thought, his right hand instantly turned black, flowing with a luster like dark iron as it reached for Kong Wu's shoulder.

First, he'd dislocate a few of his joints, and then...

Before the old man's plan was fully formed, he found Kong Wu moving.

He raised his long saber straight up, then fiercely brought it down.

Clang!

The sound of metal striking metal echoed as the Zhanmadao cut into the old man's black palm, splashing sparks.

The old man's eyes widened, and he looked at the scene with disbelief.

After five rituals, his body had been blessed and modified several times, surpassing the limits of ordinary people.

He had once wrestled a black bear in the mountains and mountains, and with his bare hands, he had thrown the bear to its death.

He had once broken through a encirclement by dozens of people, forging a path to survival.

Yet now, he felt pressure from this Zhanmadao.

Could this guy...

Could an ordinary person possess such strength?

Was he a cultivator?

Looking up, Kong Wu's long hair whipped around, a strange smile on his face, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Old man! You're quite something!"

After saying this, Kong Wu exhaled, and his hands suddenly bulged, increasing the force he applied to the Zhanmadao.

Instantly, the old man, who was already in a daze, felt his legs tremble. He felt an overwhelming force coming from above.

Boom!

A loud noise erupted, and the area where they stood was immediately filled with dust.

This incident finally jolted Skinny Monkey and the others awake.

Things had happened too quickly; they hadn't been able to react at all.

Immediately, shouts of drawing swords filled the air in disarray.

"Villain!"

"Protect Constable Kong!"

"How dare you lay hands on an official!"

Although everyone shouted and reprimanded, no one rashly stepped forward.

This wasn't the first time they had witnessed Kong Wu in action; they knew they wouldn't be able to help if they went up.

Moreover, Kong Wu had drawn his saber.

Ordinary enemies weren't worth him using that Zhanmadao.

In their impression, Kong Wu had used that Zhanmadao fewer times than could be counted on one hand.

And when he wielded the Zhanmadao, the area within five meters was a no-go zone.

Once, a group of mountain bandits, five men and five horses, charged at Kong Wu.

In the end, they were all reduced to shreds of meat.

As the dust cleared, Kong Wu stood with the saber in both hands. Beneath him, the old man knelt on one knee, his hands raised to support the Zhanmadao and prevent it from falling.

The ground beneath him cracked and caved in.

Bloodshot veins filled the old man's eyes as he glared fiercely at Kong Wu.

Ever since he became a follower of that entity, he had never knelt before anyone.

But today, this lowly sacrificial offering of flesh and blood had forced his knees to the ground.

As if recalling some unbearable past, the old man roared, gathering all his strength to push away the Zhanmadao above him.

Kong Wu took two steps back to steady himself, then looked at the old man before him, licking his lips.

Not bad!

Very good!

Such immense strength was the first he had encountered since his transmigration.

So, this guy... should be able to provide quite a few attribute points, right?

Kong Wu became excited.

For a year, he had searched all over Qingshan County and found no demons or ghosts.

His terrifying strength had never been unleashed even once.

Now, he could finally move around without any restraint.

"Heh heh... Hahahahaha!"

Kong Wu's laughter gradually became wilder.

Seeing this, Skinny Monkey seemed to recall something and suddenly turned around and started running.

As he ran, he shouted, "Let's get out of here quickly, Constable Kong is about to unleash his power!"

Kong Wu, laughing maniacally, charged at the old man.

Clang!

A saber strike aimed at his head was deflected by the old man's palm.

After witnessing Kong Wu's strength, he no longer dared to meet the attack head-on, only managing to use precise force to push aside the Zhanmadao.

Even so, his palm, as hard as dark iron, felt a slight numbness.

After being batted away, the Zhanmadao, using the momentum, drew a large circle and struck again.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The sounds of metal clashing became more frequent.

Gradually, the old man felt as if he had been caught in a violent storm, with blades coming from all directions.

He could initially deflect the Zhanmadao's attacks with ease, but he was now barely able to block them.

One had to remember that the blessing bestowed by that god only made his hands as hard as dark iron; the rest of his body was still flesh and blood.

Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and block all the strikes, not daring to slacken for a moment.

If even one blow landed on him, the consequences were unimaginable.

Skinny Monkey, looking at the spot where small whirlwinds had kicked up, couldn't help but swallow.

"Brother Erhu, is that what you call... Constable Kong's ultimate skill, the Blood Cloak?"

Wang Erhu, standing beside him, nodded and said with lingering fear, "That time, Constable Kong used this move against five mounted bandits, and in an instant, the sky was filled with bloody remains."

"Why is it called the Blood Cloak?"

Beside him, a constable asked curiously.

As soon as the question left his lips, he got his answer.

The old man was secretly lamenting. This guy in front of him seemed to have endless strength. Over a hundred breaths had passed, and the force from the Zhanmadao had not diminished but increased.

At first, he thought that such a fierce attack couldn't last. Once Kong Wu was exhausted, he would seize the opportunity to counterattack.

But now, Kong Wu, who was attacking, had a long and steady breath, showing no signs of fatigue. He, who was passively defending, was the one who was about to collapse.

"No, if this continues, I won't be able to hold on. I need to find a chance to escape..."

With this thought, the old man blocked another strike.

Puchi!

A faint sound was heard, and a wisp of red blood floated up.

The old man's eyes widened, and he looked at his left shoulder in horror.

There, a wound about an inch long had appeared.

It wasn't very deep, just a small superficial wound.

When...?

I clearly blocked the strike.

The old man was confused, but he didn't dare to slow down his actions, desperately resisting Kong Wu's saber strikes.

But in the next moment, several more wounds suddenly appeared on his body.

Although the wounds were not deep, if this continued, the accumulation would eventually cause him to bleed to death.

Clang!

The old man blocked another blow, but his footwork began to falter.

This time, he finally understood where the wounds were coming from.

As he blocked the Zhanmadao, his chest clothing seemed to be sliced by the air, the cut being clean.

"Blade Qi???"

The old man's eyeballs trembled, and he subconsciously cried out.

And the vortex of wind surrounding him had, at some unknown time, taken on a faint crimson hue.