Python Soul, Oppression

The Black Killing Style has Six Great Forms, each with a deadly move: the Defense Form [Sinking Abyss], the Hand Form [Kiss of Calamity], the Elbow Form [Reef Piercer], the Fist Form [Lightning Draw], the Grappling Form [Death Choke], and the final Leg Form [Tide Severing]!

The six killing moves correspond to different parts of the body, representing the ultimate in explosive power and lethality.

Only by mastering the three secret techniques of the Black Killing Style — Spiny Skin, Crocodile Sinews, and Crocodile Bones —can the full power of these six killing moves be unleashed.

Otherwise, it will always fall short.

"My three-tiered secret technique has all been optimized by the demonic power of the Abyss, making it far more powerful than when it is learned normally."

Moreover, I have special characteristics..."

Cheng Sheng took a deep breath and activated [Elephant Soul] based on the three layers of secret techniques.

"Click click click..."

Amidst a series of cracking bone-splitting sounds, his body began to swell, his torso expanded, and his limbs thickened...

"Call!"

Cheng Sheng fully entered the [Elephant Soul] state, a thick layer of Sha Light emerged from his body, increasing from a few inches to nearly a foot in thickness, shifting with Cheng Sheng's breath, as if a layer of black flames were attached to his body.

However, this was not the end.

In his [Elephant Soul] state, Cheng Sheng continued to inhale. This time, his exaggeratedly strong physique began to shrink, as if he were being compressed and refined by an invisible force.

The intense, vibrant Sha Light receded back into his body, transforming into eerie black lines that rapidly extended beneath his skin.

"Boom!"

An aura of suppressed power erupted from his body, causing his shoulder-length black hair to suddenly fly backward, dancing wildly without wind.

Sha Light black line ran from his neck and cheeks to both sides of his eyelids. Cheng Sheng, with his devilishly handsome appearance, Cheng Sheng his claws into the air like hooks!

In an instant, wisps of black mist rapidly appeared in the air behind and in front of him, and an invisible force suddenly pressed forward, causing the air to collapse where his claws landed.

"Boom!"

A massive blast of air exploded, sending countless plumes of black smoke billowing through the air with a dense, hissing sound, tracing terrifying outlines in the passing air...

Cheng Sheng lowered his hand, his black hair falling behind him, and the eerie black lines formed by the Sha Light beneath his skin slowly faded and disappeared.

What did you just see?

Cheng Sheng raised his eyelids and his gaze fell on a figure huddled in the corner.

Upon hearing Cheng Sheng's question, Jia Wa scrambled out from the corner, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his face filled with a fanatical adoration.

"Snake..."

Jia Wa knelt before Cheng Sheng, his voice trembling, and said, "So many snakes, black ones, they looked like... they wanted to eat people!"

"A snake?"

Cheng Sheng smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

yes.

Such a perfect ritual could not possibly lack any additional features.

The demons Abyss the abyss have always been generous with requests that primarily enhance physical strength, sometimes even giving more than they need.

The sacrifice of twenty-three warlike pythons granted Cheng Sheng his most powerful trait ever.

That was an incomparably ferocious power; once activated, it caused a qualitative change in his strength!

"Let's call it [Python Soul]."

"Have I... now truly reached the level of a fighter?"

Cheng Sheng narrowed his eyes. He had never seen a true fighter at this level make a move, so he couldn't make a comparison or judgment.

Songpa once told him that the standard for becoming a fighter is to integrate blood, spirit, physique, and skills into one. In this state, the Sha Light of the Body Sha Realm will naturally transform into something called Qi Soul.

The most crucial point in becoming a fighter is to comprehend "God," which is the true essence of martial arts hidden within a particular style of fighting.

"Do I think I've finally grasped the concept?"

Cheng Sheng looked at his hands, unsure of the answer.

He quickly lowered his hand, his expression returning to calm and casual.

In essence, "Qi Soul" is simply a higher level of energy and skill within the fighting system.

Whether or not one has grasped the Qi Soul or anything like that is completely unimportant.

As long as he gains enough power to kill the opponent he wants, that's all that matters.

"Clean this up."

Cheng Sheng testing the abilities Cheng Sheng had gained from the sacrificial ceremony, he looked at Jia Wa and casually instructed, "Find a barber to give me a haircut."

"Yes."

Upon receiving the order, Jia Wa immediately ran towards the outside of the Snake Palace without saying a word.

Cheng Sheng stood alone in front of the empty glass showroom, casually tugging at his overly long hair that hung down his cheeks and made him feel uncomfortable, wondering when the next Black Tide would erupt in Qingsha City.

He has acquired quite a few abilities during this time, and he feels that he can try to explore the deeper parts of the Strange Mist Zone.

Having traveled through time, he still doesn't know what the real Black Tide looks like.

"Crackling and popping..."

The torrential rain pounded against the roof tiles, forming silvery lines of water that cascaded down the wooden eaves.

Cheng Sheng stood under the porch, gazing absently at the rainy scene before him.

"Roll!"

A sharp shout came from the house behind me, followed by the sound of something crashing to the ground.

Cheng Sheng and several others who were standing with him under the porch turned around almost simultaneously, only to see a burly, solid figure retreating meekly from the house.

Nalong and the others quickly went up to him, lowering their voices to ask him something, but he just shook his head, his face looking quite grim.

Cheng Sheng didn't join in the fun; he just stood aside and watched calmly.

Today, Su Tai suddenly summoned all of his core disciples and began to "audit" them one by one.

These core disciples of the Black Killing Style help Su Tai manage the various industries under the Black Killing Style. Although they receive profit sharing, people are greedy, and they usually have some extra income flowing into their own pockets.

In the past, as long as there were enough profits to be handed over each year, Su Tai always turned a blind eye to such matters and didn't care.

But today, for some reason, they seized on even the smallest mistake in the accounts and started punishing or scolding me!

Cheng Sheng was probably the only one who wasn't reprimanded, because he was still receiving a monthly allowance of 20,000 yuan and didn't have any businesses to manage.

"The teacher's temper has been getting worse and worse lately..."

After a brief exchange, Nalong slowly walked back with a somber expression.

"We've never checked the accounts at this time before; many things seem like an overreaction."

Using the sound of the rain, Nalong vented his dissatisfaction to Cheng Sheng in a low voice.

"Does Senior Brother know why?"

Cheng Sheng asked casually.

Nalong hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "It seems... something happened to Sha Lie..."

"Um?"

Cheng Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this, and was about to ask a few more questions.

"Smack!"

Just then, a crisp cracking sound came from inside the room as something fell to the ground.

"Knock knock knock--"

Soon, Sulai ran out of the house and called softly to one side of the porch, "Sister-in-law A Lian, the teacup is broken, could you please clean it up?"

Hearing this, the maid lowered her head and hurried into the house. Cheng Sheng's eyes flickered, and he quickly walked up to Sulai, squinting at her slightly reddened, smooth feet. He said, "Teacher, did someone splash boiling water on your feet?"

Sulai shook her head, said nothing, and simply turned and went back inside.

"Why..."

Nalong walked up, sighed softly, and changed the subject, saying, "Want to come to my place for drinks tonight?"

Cheng Sheng stood in front of the porch and looked into the unlit inner room.

The room was dimly lit, with a silent oppressive atmosphere, and a figure could be vaguely seen sitting under a huge Black Killing Style totem.

As if sensing Cheng Sheng's gaze, the man raised his head.

Cheng Sheng quickly turned his head a second before their eyes met, and said to Nalong with a smile, "Never mind, I have something to do tonight."

After saying that, he calmly walked out of the porch, strode into the downpour, and headed towards the Black Killing Dojo exit...