Huang Daoxian's True Body
It smells like a corpse!
"I've smelled the stench of a corpse before, but nothing is this strong and pungent!"
"That's the stench of many corpses piled together and fermenting!"
Above the cliff face of the canyon, Song Fengying, who had never been afraid, felt a sense of fear involuntarily surface in her mind.
Zuo Teng's body was trembling and shaking.
For some unknown reason, the sap from the madder roots gushed out all at once, turning the more than one hundred meters of vines that Zhang Xuezhou had cleared completely red.
Looking down from above, it was a scene of rivers of blood.
The stench enveloped the canyon. Not only could no one enter, but even the weeds, thorns, and trees within the canyon couldn't withstand the stench, their leaves wilting.
The leather protective cap did not completely block the odor; perhaps the smell seeped in through the tiny pores in the leather and also entered the cap.
Song Fengying's rope was tied to Zuo Teng, Zuo Teng, while shielding his breath, repeatedly tied the rope to Wang Haoran as they descended the cliff.
After Zuo Teng tried several times without success, Song Fengying immediately switched positions with him.
The rope was tied around Wang Haoran, who was swaying like a drunkard. He was already bound by the long rope.
Even as she held her breath, Song Fengying was overwhelmed by the stench. When she finally managed to stand up unsteadily after leaping up, Song Fengying felt as if countless White Bone were floating before her eyes.
She had never been afraid of the countless man-eating moths and worms she had seen in Leiata City, but this smell triggered a fear in her heart, making it difficult for her to calm down.
At this moment, Zuo Teng was still trembling as he pulled in the rope. When Song Fengying stood on the rock face at the highest point of the cliff, Zuo Teng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He replied to Song Fengying and continued pulling the rope.
Song Fengying's rope had caught Wang Haoran, while Wang Haoran's rope had caught Zhang Xuezhou. By pulling back and forth, they could both be pulled out.
If the two people, who were so far apart, could not bear it, then Zhang Xuezhou, who was at the origin of the odor, and Wang Haoran, who was at the center, must have been enduring it even more intensely.
Zuo Teng pulled the rope tremblingly, and a moment later, Song Fengying quickly pulled on the rope.
Fear could not stop Song Fengying from considering the safety of her children, which was a genetic connection to her bloodline. She reached out and trembled repeatedly, trying to keep the rope away from the rocks and noisy bushes on the ground.
Wang Haoran's body was pulled from a swaying position until he lay on the ground, and then he was repeatedly forced away from the dangerous area in the center.
After Zhang Xuezhou fell to the ground, he did not get up, Wang Haoran also failed to hold on. In the end, they could only be forcibly pulled by the rope.
"Luckily, Xiao Teng, you're strong!"
Song Fengying's ability to scale walls and leap like a sheep is extraordinary, but Song Fengying strength is only average. It would be extremely difficult for her to pull two adult men from a distance of 100 meters.
Zuo Teng's exertion made Song Fengying feel as if the rope was tied not to two people, but to two bricks.
"My strength... is alright, I guess!"
Song Fengying's praise was always different from that of ordinary people.
Like Zhang Manqian, Zuo Teng is skilled in the Tiger and Crane Dual Forms. His fighting style emphasizes agility and explosiveness, and hardly anyone has ever praised him for his strength.
Only those barbarians who practice the Giant Ape Force are compared to each other in terms of strength. Suddenly being praised for his strength by Song Fengying made him feel quite pleased, and he felt that his previous fear had subsided considerably.
For a time, Zuo Teng worked even harder.
"It's still breathing!"
As Zuo Teng pulled Wang Haoran nearby, he quickly reached out and touched Wang Haoran's nostrils.
Wang Haoran only been on the Sequence Committee for half a month. If he were to die in the canyon because of this stench, Zuo Teng would find it absurd and outrageous, and Wang Haoran would become the first Sequence Committee member in the Scarlet Alliance State to die from the stench.
He pushed Wang Haoran's chest several times, but seeing that it had no effect, he couldn't help but continue to pull on Song Fengying.
Zhang Xuezhou's body was also rolling around in the mud and weeds. When Zuo Teng pulled him to his side, he saw that Zhang Xuezhou's visual device had been smashed and was nowhere to be found.
He was about to push Zhang Xuezhou's chest to expel the inhaled stench when Zhang Xuezhou rolled over and stood up.
"Recovered so quickly?"
Zuo Teng exclaimed in surprise, and then saw Zhang Xuezhou exhale, his nostrils emitting a hazy breath.
"Hey!"
Zhang Xuezhou let out a shout, and the distant whistling sound of the Infinite Blade rang out once more.
"The genetically engineered weapon can move even without being held in hand?"
Zuo Teng was taken aback, finding Zhang Xuezhou's genetic weapon difficult to comprehend.
It was as if a gun had been dropped a hundred meters away, and Zhang Xuezhou could pull the trigger from right there.
Even if Zhang Xuezhou were in the Second Sequence, he couldn't do that, not even if Sixth Sequence.
Zuo Teng was momentarily disillusioned. Zhang Xuezhou had rarely made a move since the sequencing conference ended, and he never expected his opponent to act like this.
This unique method of attack made Zuo Teng extremely uncomfortable. He felt that if Zhang Xuezhou used any underhanded tactics while manipulating gene weapons, he would never be able to defeat him no matter how much he promoted gene development.
When facing Zhang Xuezhou, Zuo Teng felt as if he were facing not Second Sequence, but Fifth Sequence or even Sixth Sequence expert, a gap that was difficult for him to bridge.
"Xiao Teng, try giving me first aid again!"
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou make another move, Zuo Teng still had some wild thoughts in his mind. It wasn't until Song Fengying called him that Zuo Teng cleared his mind of these thoughts.
"Professor Wang is still unconscious; he may need artificial respiration," Song Fengying said.
"OK!"
Zuo Teng nodded. He had some wild thoughts about Zhang Xuezhou, but when it came to actually saving people, those thoughts disappeared.
He pressed on the chest repeatedly, Zuo Teng quickly took deep breaths to help the patient breathe.
A bitter and numb sensation welled up in his lips, Zuo Teng felt a momentary dizziness, as if he were lacking oxygen.
"We got some dust from that corpse flower nearby, so we should have some poison on us. Wipe Uncle Wang's mouth clean before you breathe!"
When Zhang Xuezhou's voice came, Zuo Teng shook his head, realizing that the step of clearing away impurities was missing when performing artificial respiration.
Fortunately for him, the ordeal didn't last long. Just a minute later, Wang Haoran rolled over and lay on the ground vomiting uncontrollably.
A foul-smelling, grayish-black liquid gushed from Wang Haoran's throat, which startled Zuo Teng.
He touched his mouth and felt that it was swollen.
"How could a corpse flower be poisonous?" Zuo Teng asked, wiping his mouth repeatedly.
"I didn't study biology or genetics, how would I know how a flower could be poisonous? I just made up the name!"
Zhang Xuezhou casually replied, and the Infinite Blade sliced through the enormous petals as if cutting through cowhide, continuously destroying the giant flower.
In order to see the roots of the vines clearly, he didn't maintain a very long striking distance when using the Infinite Blade. If Zhang Xuezhou knew the inside story, he wouldn't have been hit.
Zhang Xuezhou initially thought the large flower was some kind of mutated special plant from the canyon, but after nearly being poisoned, he couldn't help but wonder if he had encountered the true form of Huang Daoxian at the sinkhole mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou Song Fengying.