Slaying the Transformation Force

"Transformation Force!"

Fang Xing's pupils constricted. From their brief clash, he had arrived at a judgment in an instant.

This waiting game had resulted in an absolute trump card, one that far exceeded his expectations.

Looking at the white-bearded, one-armed monk before him, Fang Xing immediately associated him with the abbot mentioned in the intelligence reports.

"Pfft..."

Having missed his strike, the white-bearded monk spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had already suffered heavy injuries, and with his body run through by a saber, mobilizing his internal force caused his aura to plummet like a cliffside.

"Good opportunity!"

Fang Xing quickly snapped back to his senses. With a sudden dash, he unleashed his Demon Subduing Force and threw a punch that struck like lightning.

If this were a Transformation Force martial artist at their peak, he would certainly have to run, but now, suffering from a fatal injury, this was an incredibly rare opportunity.

Taking down a Transformation Force martial artist would surely yield far more Enhancement Points than dealing with a Bright Force martial artist.

The air compressed, his fist force like a dragon!

This punch was fast to the extreme.

"Damnable thing!"

The white-bearded monk's face turned deathly pale. Sensing the danger, he immediately mobilized his internal force to counter.

"Thud!!!"

A dull, heavy sound erupted, and Fang Xing's figure was sent reeling back.

He retreated a full ten feet before coming to a stop.

His internal organs roiled and churned; a single brief collision had sent his blood and energy into turmoil.

Even at the end of his rope, the strength of a Transformation Force martial artist was truly terrifying.

"Whoosh—!"

Suppressing the roiling blood in his body, he activated Gale Step and quickly closed the distance again.

Despite his own injury from that exchange, the white-bearded monk's condition was far more severe.

Blood flowed from his body, unstoppable.

His strength had already dropped to its lowest point.

At this moment, as long as he stayed locked on and seized the chance, he would surely be able to kill him.

Shifting his figure, he pushed the Gale Step movement technique to its limit.

Combined with the Demon Subduing Technique, within a few breaths, the white-bearded monk had reached his limit.

"Crack—!"

Seizing the opening, he unleashed a fierce Demon Subduing Palm. The sound of snapping bone rang out, and the white-bearded monk's body was sent flying by the strike.

The saber that had been lodged in his body was knocked loose, and he slammed into a thick tree nearby. The tree, as wide as a man, snapped directly under the impact, and the monk fell to the ground, gasping his last breath.

Swish—

With a quick dash, Fang Xing gave him no chance to react, landing a heavy punch squarely on the white-bearded monk's back.

Crack—!

The Demon Subduing Force penetrated, shattering bones and pulverizing his internal organs.

Pfft...

With one last spray of blood, the white-bearded monk's life force vanished completely, and a wisp of crimson rose up, sinking into Fang Xing's body.

"Hoo..."

Seeing the crimson enter his body, Fang Xing finally let out a breath, subconsciously wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Killing a Transformation Force martial artist!

Even though the man had been heavily wounded, it had still been extremely dangerous for him.

Had he not practiced the Gale Step movement technique, even if his sneak attack had succeeded, he likely would have paid a heavy price.

Movement techniques might only be auxiliary, but in a life-or-death struggle, they allowed him to move with ease.

This battle was thrilling and intense!

It was like walking a tightrope over a cliff!

"A Transformation Force martial artist should yield quite a few Enhancement Points..." Calming himself, Fang Xing quickly summoned the Crimson Panel to check.

Name: Fang Xing Cultivation: Dark Force Enhancement Level: One Star (22%) Enhancement Points: 354

"Three hundred points!!!"

Looking at the Crimson Panel, Fang Xing's eyelids twitched, and a flush of excitement rose to his face.

Three hundred points!

Killing a Transformation Force martial artist had granted him a full three hundred Enhancement Points.

This wave was a massive profit!

Looking at the point total, his heart couldn't help but race.

With this many points, his strength could be rapidly elevated.

Calming down, he closed the Crimson Panel, though his heart still thrummed with lingering excitement.

I've hit the jackpot...

As expected, evil cultivators are the fastest way to grow!

He felt an urge to go on a killing spree.

But in the end, he held back.

"Whoosh—!"

Just then, a figure flashed like a ghost, appearing before Fang Xing.

He was startled and immediately stepped back, but upon seeing the person's appearance, he relaxed.

It was Shen Ye!

"Dead..."

Shen Ye looked at the corpse of the white-bearded monk on the ground, his pupils slightly constricted.

His gaze couldn't help but drift to Fang Xing.

Although he had severely wounded the monk, the man was still a Transformation Force martial artist after all; he hadn't expected Fang Xing to be able to finish him off, let alone so quickly.

"Lord Shen." Fang Xing cupped his hands toward him.

Shen Ye snapped out of his daze, looking at him with a hint of admiration. "Not bad. I didn't expect the leader to die at your hands. You've performed a great service today."

Hearing this, Fang Xing remained composed. "Lord Shen is too kind. It was only because you wounded this fiend first that I was able to kill him."

Hearing this, the smile on Shen Ye's face grew even brighter. He patted Fang Xing on the shoulder. "Good, don't worry. After this is all over, I won't treat you unfairly."

Fang Xing smiled without saying anything.

Whether he was treated fairly or not didn't matter.

What mattered was that he had gained a massive amount of Enhancement Points this time.

With this wave of points, it was equivalent to having a massive supply of powerful resources.

"My Lord, is it finished inside?" Fang Xing asked, looking toward Lingyuan Temple.

Shen Ye nodded. "Yes, it is finished. This leader was the last one."

"Was there any trouble at the front entrance?" Fang Xing asked.

"The front was stable, only a few small fries, but they have all been dealt with," Shen Ye said.

Fang Xing nodded.

Shen Ye looked at the white-bearded corpse on the ground, scanned the area once more, and then looked at Fang Xing. "Stay here and keep guard. I will go have someone notify the County Yamen."

"Understood."

Fang Xing nodded, and Shen Ye quickly took his leave.

Watching Shen Ye disappear into the night, Fang Xing turned his gaze back to the white-bearded monk's corpse.

He crouched down and searched the body, finding a money pouch.

Opening it, he found it filled with gold leaves.

There were nearly a dozen taels of gold.

Fang Xing didn't stand on ceremony and kept the money.

After checking once more to ensure he hadn't missed anything, he stood up.

The people from the County Yamen arrived quickly.

The entire Lingyuan Temple was surrounded. Aside from the evil cult leader's corpse being transported away, the other bodies were buried on the spot.

This mission had been thrilling but without real danger.

For Fang Xing, his harvest was undoubtedly the greatest.

The money was secondary; the primary gain was the three hundred and fifty Enhancement Points.

For him, this was the true harvest.

He was no longer needed for the subsequent tasks, so Fang Xing, along with Shen Ye and several constables, returned to the county town.

Fang Xing went straight home, rinsed off his body, and rested.

The County Yamen's grand, high-profile operation immediately drew the attention of many factions within the city.

However, the specific details remained unclear.

After all, the events had only just occurred, and news had not yet spread that quickly.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, Fang Xing woke up early.

After washing up and eating breakfast, he did not rush to head out; instead, he went into his room and took out the martial arts manual for Gale Step.

"One hundred and fifty points..."

Sitting on the bed and looking at the crimson prompt in his eyes, Fang Xing took a deep breath.

If it were before, he would have had to carefully consider it, but now, he did not hesitate at all.

Although movement techniques were auxiliary martial arts, their importance in life-or-death combat was self-evident.

Had he not relied on Gale Step during last night's struggle, he feared he would be dead or at least severely wounded by now.

With a thought, a smear of crimson instantly swirled around the manual.

Soon, it returned to calm.

[An ordinary martial art (Gale Step) successfully strengthened; obtained a superior martial art (Wind God Step)]

As the crimson text materialized in his eyes, Fang Xing's gaze brightened.