The Way of Fighting Changed by the Heavenly Demon

Is this guy out of his mind?

Obviously, you don't need to say it...

It was a perfectly normal thing, but once it came out of Du Ge's mouth, it sounded so damn awkward.

We're clearly enemies, why do you care?

If you're such a saint, put down your sword and let us tie you up.

The black-clothed men surrounding Du Ge grew more frustrated the longer they fought, but they really couldn't bring themselves to kill him outright—with so many comrades watching, if they cut him down, someone would shift the blame or snitch, and they'd be done for when they got back.

In a life-or-death struggle, once you're held back, every move feels stifling, especially when the guy spouting sarcastic remarks is actually going for the kill.

Damn it!

"Hey buddy, don't swing so wide, careful you don't throw your back out..."

"Bro, how careless—you almost hit that other brother again. Hurting anyone is a loss for the Iron Palm Sect!"

"Don't glare at him like that. You're all from the same sect—unite, love each other, help one another..."

Du Ge's trash talk kept coming, rattling the men surrounding him until they lost their rhythm, while Du Ge, in the heat of real combat, found his own unique groove.

"You idiots, just keep him boxed in. Once I finish off Feng Shiyi, he won't get far." The black-clothed man locked in battle with Feng Shiyi had heard the commotion and couldn't help shouting.

That snapped them out of it.

The men surrounding Du Ge suddenly understood and slowed their pace. They shifted positions, trapping Du Ge so he couldn't break out—they'd realized his martial arts were mediocre, his fighting style chaotic, and he relied entirely on his agility to stay alive!

His earlier surprise attack must have been pure luck.

One of them even chimed in with a taunt: "Heavenly Demon, got any more sweet talk? Spill it, let us boys have a laugh..."

Du Ge glanced at him and smirked. "You think your sect leader invited me here for nothing? Going through all this trouble—it's not just to take me back as a prisoner, right? Maybe by tomorrow, we'll be on the same side. When that happens, whose position do you think will be higher? And if I remember your mockery tonight, don't you think I'll hold a grudge? Brother, you're narrowing your own path!"

"..." The face behind the black-clothed man's mask turned pitch black. He hated Du Ge to the core but clenched his jaw and stayed silent.

"You think just because you're masked, I don't know who you are?" Du Ge's eyes in the back of his head scanned the surroundings as he plotted his next move, keeping up the trash talk. "When big shots can't figure out who to retaliate against, they usually go for collective punishment. I don't know who you are, but I can find out who was on this mission! I wonder then, if the brothers fighting alongside you, dragged down by your fault, will hate you?"

"Damn!" The black-clothed man who'd spoken wanted to slap himself. Knowing Du Ge had a sharp tongue, why couldn't he just shut up and keep him surrounded? Why run his mouth?

Ah!

A scream rang out—another direct disciple of the Feng Family had fallen.

The enemy outnumbered them and had superior martial arts. The Feng Manor forces, caught off guard, had held out admirably, but at this rate, they'd be picked off one by one.

"Seventh Master, save Yunjie and break out."

Feng Shiyi knew Du Ge had only undergone Soul Possession two days ago, so even if he'd grown, it was limited. In this situation, even if Du Ge wanted to protect the Feng Family, he was powerless. Feng Shiyi only hoped Du Ge would do as he'd promised at the manor—risk injury to save Feng Yunjie. After all, the Heavenly Demon had incredible regenerative powers, and once that was done, Feng Shiyi could break out on his own.

"Second Chief, any way to counter the knockout smoke?" Du Ge saw the situation and understood Feng Shiyi's intent, but he didn't plan to follow through. He didn't know Lightness Skill, so even if he risked saving Feng Yunjie, they wouldn't get far.

Besides, he might not even succeed.

The only way to turn things around now was Wang San, who lay unconscious.

He did want to go to the Iron Palm Sect, but not as a captive—that would yield nothing, and he'd have to start from scratch. Without Backstab, the attribute points earned from protecting the Feng Family might even be wiped clean. He couldn't afford a losing deal.

"What time is it, and you're still worrying about that Wang San? Save your own skin!" Feng Shiyi snapped angrily.

"Second Chief, my attribute is protection. I can't abandon a comrade and run." Du Ge couldn't openly explain Wang San's role, so he phrased it tactfully, sneaking in a little attribute boost for himself.

"Damn it!" Feng Shiyi cursed. He suddenly regretted tying the Heavenly Demon to the Feng Family—these stubborn fools only brought disaster. Anything with 'demon' in it was trouble. But in this crisis, he had to rely on Du Ge, so he grumbled, "Splash him with cold water."

The Iron Palm Sect hall master almost laughed. Before coming, he hadn't really believed in the Heavenly Demon story, but now he did—no normal person would act like this, trying to save someone when death was staring them in the face.

Cold water!

Just like in those martial arts novels—hit with knockout smoke, splash cold water to wake up. Old Jianghu tricks never fail.

The inn wasn't short on cold water. To prevent fires, two large vats full of water were always kept in the hallway.

Du Ge spotted the vats, then glanced at Wang San lying unconscious on the ground. He roared, "Wang San, I'm risking my life to protect you—remember my kindness!"

Sacrifice oneself for righteousness—once was possible, and so was a second time. He wouldn't miss any chance to gain attribute points.

But to the black-clothed men, Du Ge's actions seemed laughably naive. He couldn't even break out of their encirclement—did he think shouting would do it?

Soon, though, their smiles faded. Du Ge abandoned all defense, sweeping his longsword as he charged straight into the black-clothed men's blades.

This reckless move startled them. Combined with his earlier trash talk, the men blocking Du Ge hesitated, afraid to hurt him, and instinctively pulled their blades back—letting Du Ge burst through the encirclement unscathed.

Du Ge wasn't far from Wang San. After breaking out, he dashed over in one stride, scooped him up, and shouted, "He's a Heavenly Demon too—don't hurt him!"

Then he swung his sword backward, driving off the pursuing black-clothed men, took two more steps, and tossed Wang San headfirst into the water vat.

Splash!

Water sprayed everywhere.

Wang San jolted awake, looking around in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

Du Ge stood guard in front of the vat: "Wang San, Xingyu Tower has a traitor. Whether you live depends on how you perform! One by one, leave no survivors."

Wang San caught on. He aimed at one of the black-clad men surrounding Du Ge, tucked his chin back, rolled his eyes up, and let out a creepy chuckle: "Little brother, I like you so much. Don't you dare be fascinated by anyone but me!"

The black-clad man's pupils suddenly contracted. An inexplicable dread seeped into his soul. He turned on instinct, ready to flee.

Pfft!

Du Ge's long sword thrust forward, freeing him from the yandere's affection!

Over there, Feng Yunjie heard Wang San's voice and flinched hard, taking a slash to the arm from a black-clad man.

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

Du Ge's rear-facing eye saw clearly: after he killed the black-clad man, Wang San froze for a moment, then quickly made a motion like opening his personal stats. A flash of delight crossed his face.

That string of behavior proved he'd definitely spawned a new Advanced Skill too!

But now wasn't the time to worry about that. Du Ge ignored Feng Shiyi's bellowing and reminded Wang San: "Keep going."

Wang San wiped the joy off his face and turned to another black-clad man, shrieking hysterically: "Brother, I love you so much. How could you swing a blade at me? Why? Why does everyone else get your affection? While I have to bear your hostility..."

This black-clad man hadn't even understood why his comrade suddenly spun around, but a massive terror flooded his heart. Flee. Flee from this terrifying bastard in front of him. Get as far away as possible...

But with his comrade's example fresh in mind, he knew turning meant death. He forced down the fear, dodging Wang San's gaze while fighting Du Ge, as if at any second Wang San would leap into his arms and gouge out his heart. His moves fell completely apart.

Du Ge seized the opening, thrust his sword into the man's throat, and ended his life.

In the blink of an eye, only two of the black-clad men surrounding Du Ge remained. Wang San's words made their scalps crawl, but the fear wasn't as deep. Still, two partners had lost their minds in succession and died.

The two of them knew damn well it had to be tied to the freak by the water tank. They exchanged a glance, skirted around Du Ge, and raised their blades at Wang San together.

Du Ge swept his sword to block them: "Come at me together."

With his life on the line, Wang San dared not get distracted. He gave a sinister smile: "Two big brothers, I love you so much. Let me dig out your hearts, swallow them bite by bite into my belly, so we'll never be apart. Hehehehehe..."

A bone-chilling laugh suddenly rang out.

"Ghosts, they're ghosts!" Terror flooded both their hearts. They had no will to fight left. They even forgot Du Ge's Backstab. With a shriek, they dropped their blades, turned, and tried to flee.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Two dull thuds.

Du Ge pressed in behind them, his long sword piercing their hearts, ending their lives.