Immortality Martial Arts: I Started with the Five Animals Health Fist

Chapter 354: Chapter 141 The Invincible Blade Force! An Irresistible Force!_2

Apart from the man in red, there were two others by his side, one of which was Pei Yang!

The other person was shrouded in shadows, as if covered by a layer of black gauze, it was Mo Ying!

Mo Ying said anxiously, “Hasn’t he arrived yet? The sun is setting soon. That human surely knows death awaits him; he might not come willingly to his doom!”

Compared to a year ago, Mo Ying had undergone significant changes, at the very least he had become more fluent in speech.

“He will come,” the man in red said with a faint smile, confident in his understanding of Hong Zhenxiang that he would certainly keep the appointment.

Pei Yang, looking somewhat pale, asked, “Are these two here to deal with Zhenxiang?”

Pei Yang had been captured by the man in red the day before, who hadn’t harmed him but had taken him as leverage to deal with Hong Zhenxiang!

Although anxious, Pei Yang was powerless. His Refining Blood Realm was not weak; with the Pei Family’s resources, he had been pushed to the Qi-Blood Furnace realm, but he was pitifully weak in combat. In front of these two Monster Men, he had little capacity to resist.

“He’s here!”

The man in red and Mo Ying both looked up towards the distance where a towering man was approaching, stepping on dead branches and leaves. It was Hong Zhenxiang!

“Prefecture Lord Pei.”

Hong Zhenxiang, from afar, saw the man in red, Mo Ying, and Pei Yang.

Hong Zhenxiang let out a small sigh of relief, Pei Yang was unharmed!

“Gentlemen, I hold no great animosity towards you; why go to such lengths to target me?” Hong Zhenxiang asked gravely as he gazed at the man in red and Mo Ying.

Mo Ying did not speak, but the man in red simply smiled, “Someone offered a hefty sum for your life, so we make our move. Besides, with your robust Qi and Blood, you’re the most delectable meal in Dafeng State City!”

“Someone paid a great price for my life?”

Hong Zhenxiang’s eyebrows knitted slightly. These two Monster Men were targeting him, hired by someone, but with numerous enemies he had offended, Hong Zhenxiang couldn’t determine who it might be on the spot.

“Zhenxiang! Be careful! If it comes to it, don’t worry about me, they wouldn’t dare kill me!”

Pei Yang shouted urgently.

As the State Governor, killing Pei Yang would alarm the Great Flame Royal Family. Even for the likes of the man in red and Mo Ying, they would not want to incur such trouble unnecessarily, capturing Pei Yang was solely for the purpose of confronting Hong Zhenxiang.

Hong Zhenxiang heard the words but said nothing, his expression growing more solemn by the moment.

Mo Ying alone was a formidable adversary, let alone the inscrutable man in red. Feeling immense pressure, Hong Zhenxiang knew the danger today was akin to the perilous Blood Battle at Sunset he once faced.

“Hong Yin, I will handle him! I want to devour him!”

Mo Ying, fixating his blood-red eyes on Hong Zhenxiang, bared his teeth ferociously.

A year ago, Mo Ying had clashed with Su Changkong. During that time, Hong Zhenxiang had intervened, sending him flying with a punch. That punch was a grudge Mo Ying, as a Monster Warrior who remembered every slight, would never forget. Having met again, Mo Ying intended to tear him apart alive.

“Very well, you shall deal with him,” said the man referred to as Hong Yin, nodding slightly with a smile on his lips.

If it was a year ago, Mo Ying might be more likely to lose than win against Hong Zhenxiang, but a year had passed. While Hong Zhenxiang had made no progress, Mo Ying, as a Monster Warrior fused with a demonic Crystal Core, grew rapidly—far surpassing any human—and was more than capable of taking on Hong Zhenxiang.

“Human! I’ll rip your guts out!”

Mo Ying strode towards Hong Zhenxiang, laughing sinisterly with a black miasma swirling around his body, emitting a pulse that set hearts racing.

In the next instant, Hong Zhenxiang vanished without a trace. His right fist, fierce as the Vajra Ming King’s glare, surged forth, enveloped in blazing flames!

“Boom!”

This punch struck Mo Ying’s head with force enough to warp and distort it, blasting it apart.

But in the next instant, an invisible force, as if reversing time itself, rapidly reassembled the shattered head!

“Vajra Ming King Fist!”

Having smashed Mo Ying’s head with one punch, Hong Zhenxiang hammered out consecutive punches with his left fist, friction with the air igniting blinding flames.

Hong Zhenxiang, not his first time fighting a Demon Monster, knew of their Immortal Body. To kill a Demon Monster required inflicting continuous, severe wounds, exhausting its energy until it perished completely!

“Boom!”

Yet this punch did not connect with Mo Ying’s body. Mo Ying struck back fiercely, the punch boiling with demonic power, black Karmic Fire coiling around it, the technique, a perfect mimicry of Hong Zhenxiang’s!

“Boom!”

The fists collided, with both sides’ brute force smashing into one another. The ground nearby violently indented as though struck by a giant hammer, sinking more than half a foot deep, lifting the scattered leaves into a whirlwind of shreds.

“This bastard… can mimic other people’s Martial Arts!”

Hong Zhenxiang’s eyes blazed with fury, aware of Mo Ying’s ability to imitate others’ Martial Arts with demonic art and replicate its power, but knowing that was one thing; how to counteract it was another matter entirely.

“Kill!”

Hong Zhenxiang roared, his fists like the wrathful Ming King, Karmic Fire rising as he relentlessly bombarded Mo Ying.

Mo Ying’s body, with its black demonic power shifting, replicated Hong Zhenxiang’s moves, fists wrapped in Karmic Fire, fearlessly engaging Hong Zhenxiang in head-to-head combat.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

In just a few breaths’ time, they collided over a dozen times, each clash akin to behemoths crashing, leaving the ground hollowed and the surrounding trees splintered into fragments.

“This… this Demon Monster can mimic other people’s Martial Arts? Facing him, Zhenxiang is like facing another version of himself, no matter what move he makes, at best he can only fight to a draw!”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om