Fight Demons with Courage

Zong Jiu stopped defending passively and chose instead to take Wu Yi's fist with his body.

The punch landed on Zong Jiu's demonic body with the force to breach cities and shatter walls. Zong Jiu grunted, feeling his insides churn like roiling rivers and seas.

Zong Jiu forcibly suppressed the surging discomfort inside him, his savage, baleful presence abruptly sharpening. The instant Wu Yi withdrew his fist, Zong Jiu hooked his fingers into claws and raked viciously at him, intending to clamp him firmly in front of himself and cut off every avenue of retreat.

Meanwhile, the round belly on his body kept shifting, twisting, and swelling, a sinister, savage presence slowly gathering around him, as though he were brewing some powerful move.

Wu Yi's gaze burned like a torch. How could he fail to see through such a trick?

Before Zong Jiu could close in, Wu Yi gathered strength in his right foot and abruptly kicked out, striking Zong Jiu's swollen belly with savage precision.

Bang!

A dull impact burst out, as though he had kicked a leather ball.

His kick caved the belly in, his foot sinking into it and becoming completely enveloped, only to be swiftly bounced back the next instant as the belly regained its original shape, just like a leather ball.

How strange!

A flicker of surprise crossed Wu Yi's eyes. Not daring to linger in the fight, he drove force through his feet and shot backward, putting several zhang between them in an instant.

Zong Jiu's attack missed. Seeing Wu Yi slip away like a loach, intense anger immediately flooded his hideous, savage face. Then he abandoned his pursuit of Wu Yi and stayed where he was, concentrating on brewing the substance in his belly.

Had his face not been bulging as he brewed something, he would probably have already unleashed a torrent of abuse at Wu Yi.

Truly, humans were a treacherous, despicable lot!

Nothing like us of the Demon Race, so forthright and straightforward!

Wu Yi's eyes settled on Zong Jiu's grotesquely swollen abdomen, and he understood at once. This demon was definitely cooking up some nasty move!

Earlier, aboard the Su Household's cargo ship, that filthy fox demon had spat foul-smelling, murky liquid from its mouth.

Although it had not been particularly lethal, it had been utterly disgusting, and no one knew whether it was poisonous. Wu Yi had not dared gamble on that either.

And this black demon was far stronger than that fox demon. The murky liquid he spat out would likely be even more powerful!

At that thought, Wu Yi immediately decided to pull away and avoid a direct fight, planning to use his nimble footwork to keep maneuvering and slowly wear this demon to death.

Standing in place, Zong Jiu took in all of Wu Yi's movements and instantly saw his eagerness to flee. A cruel, cold sneer flashed in his pitch-black eyes.

Hmph!

A lowly, despicable human, only thinking to flee when death was upon him!

Too late!

Taste my Bone-Eroding Demonic Phlegm!

He immediately opened his bloody maw, and a stream of black, viscous liquid shot from his mouth.

Whoosh-

The black, viscous liquid pierced through layer upon layer of air resistance, tracing a black line through the air as it shot straight at Wu Yi like a flying arrow.

In Zong Jiu's eyes, this man was concerned only with fleeing and would certainly fail to dodge the demonic phlegm he had brewed for so long. It would surely catch him off guard!

Unfortunately, he was going to be disappointed.

Although Wu Yi was striving to put distance between them, his attention had remained fixed on Zong Jiu behind him.

The moment Zong Jiu launched his attack, Wu Yi noticed.

It was as though he had eyes in the back of his head, watching Zong Jiu's every move.

Wu Yi swiftly changed direction, darting toward an empty patch of ground to one side. As he dodged, he mobilized the True Qi throughout his body to form a transparent True Qi barrier around himself.

This entire sequence of movements was completed in the blink of an eye. By then, the demonic phlegm had also reached Wu Yi.

Wu Yi frowned. The foul, murky, filthy, nauseating stench emanating from the demonic phlegm was truly unbearable.

If ordinary people lived amid this stench for long, breathing the air mixed with it, they would likely fall gravely ill and die within three to five years at best, or suffer festering flesh all over their bodies and die within three to four months at worst.

Even Skin-Flesh Realm martial artists likely could not breathe this stench for long, or their flesh might age and their Qi and blood decline.

Even Meridian Opening experts would have to treat it cautiously, lest their boat capsize in a gutter.

Sizzle-

The demonic phlegm struck the barrier with a sizzling hiss as black smoke billowed upward, as though it would corrode the air and eat through the barrier.

At this sight, Wu Yi held his breath, cold disgust showing in his eyes.

The closer it came, the stronger that foul, filthy, putrid stench became.

Seeing that the True Qi barrier was about to be corroded through, Wu Yi hurriedly sent out several streams of True Qi to alter the demonic phlegm's downward course. At the same time, he swiftly retreated several more steps, quickly escaping its range of influence.

Sizzle, sizzle-

Without the successive layers of True Qi obstructing it, the demonic phlegm fell to the ground, corroding the earth and eating through stones with a sizzling hiss.

Wu Yi kept watching the demonic phlegm. Seeing it corrode and penetrate earth and solid stone, he could not help exclaiming inwardly.

What vicious venom!

This move could probably instantly kill most Meridian Opening experts!

He immediately grew more alert, his gaze gaining several degrees of caution as he looked at Zong Jiu.

As expected of bizarre, insidious, ferocious, and brutal demons-their methods simply defied reason. He could not afford to treat them without caution!

Originally, he had wanted to keep drawing this demon around, gradually wearing him to death with kiting tactics to ensure he took him down at the smallest possible cost.

If he truly could not take him down, he could avoid the fight and retreat. There would always be another day!

Now it seemed he might not wear this demon to death even if he exhausted all his strength!

After all, demons' thick hides, tough flesh, and tremendous stamina were no empty boasts.

Sure enough, when dealing with demons, he had to go all out from the start. He had to fight them in bloody battles to the death.

Before the demons could unleash their various bizarre methods, he had to snuff them out, suppress them and beat them to death, strangling those bizarre methods in their cradle.

Either crush and kill the demons with wild dominance and courage, or be killed and devoured by them like a stray dog driven from its home!

As these thoughts ran through his mind, Wu Yi's face turned utterly cold, a piercing chill gleaming in his eyes.

Tactics, avoiding battle, living to fight another day-all were merely the cowardly conduct of the weak.

The strong should fight demons in bloody battles to the death, displaying their manly nature in collisions of fists against flesh, tempering their martial spirit and bloody resolve.

Bite off a piece of my flesh, and I would drink a mouthful of your blood.

Even against someone far stronger than himself, he had to go all out and see whether an ant could shake a tree!

I, Wu Yi, lacked some of the blood and ferocity a martial artist should possess. To think I had only now awakened to such a simple truth.

In the end, I had experienced too little actual combat!

Zong Jiu had been inwardly annoyed and regretful when he saw that the attack he had brewed for so long had achieved nothing.

Even if the demonic phlegm could not kill the martial artist before him in one strike, it should at least have wounded him somewhat, shouldn't it?

Unfortunately, things had gone against his wishes. Not only had he failed to wound the martial artist before him, he had not even hit him.

So be it. As long as he could frighten this man and buy himself time to tend to his injuries, that would count as a success.

This martial artist had already been concerned only with fleeing. After seeing the power of this move, he would likely be even more frightened and scramble to escape.

He only needed to use this time to overcome his weakened state and enjoy all the food scattered across the ground. Once he had more or less recovered, he could slowly track down this wretch.

In all of vast Cloudwater City, no one could vanish without a trace right under my eyes!

Then a figure rapidly grew larger in Zong Jiu's field of vision. Wu Yi had actually turned back and charged at him again!

"Demon! Meet your death!"