Chapter 34: Chapter 15 The Cruel Warrior
"Ugh, ah, ah, ah!"
Deng Rong clutched his mouth and wailed. As his entire jaw had been ruthlessly torn off by Cen Dongsheng, he couldn't form complete words, only managing to utter vague sounds while staggering back.
The curtain was lifted, and Cen Dongsheng pounced out of the tent like a fierce tiger descending the mountain; his actions showed no hesitation as he swung his right arm in a punch toward the head, his bent left arm driving his elbow toward the opponent's chest.
"...!"
Cen Dongsheng suddenly felt his right fist punching into a mass of cotton. At this moment, the wind became tangible and substantial, attempting to block his punch's momentum.
"'Wind Control'... was this the opponent's superpower?"
In a flash of thought, Cen Dongsheng's fierce fist momentarily halted, then immediately broke through the wind's obstruction. But this gave Deng Rong a chance to catch his breath and turn his head to dodge...
He dodged but couldn't completely evade it.
Cen Dongsheng's fist grazed past the side of Deng Rong's head, tearing off a large clump of blood and flesh mixed with hair and scalp, almost exposing the white skull beneath.
Under the Power of Tiger Demon, every punch and kick from Cen Dongsheng was like a spinning Meteor Hammer brimming with force, crippling on contact, and causing injury when grazed.
Deng Rong let out another painful howl, desperately dodging while condensing the air before him into blades, shooting them toward Cen Dongsheng.
However, the young man simply raised his arm to shield his face, showing no intention of dodging, letting the wind blades hit him.
Strengthened by the Power of Tiger Demon, his body became akin to steel when infused with Qi. The dozen or so flying blades sparked off Cen Dongsheng's muscles after tearing through his clothes.
"Not bad, you actually have some skill," he said.
Upon hearing this, the badly beaten Deng Rong glared at him with malice.
However, Cen Dongsheng had no intention of mocking him.
Despite such intense pain, being able to maintain Will and launch a counterattack was truly a reaction only a veteran could muster... And his Curse Prohibition Level and superpower were well-trained, a rarity in this era.
Although lucky in the ambush, he couldn't take down his opponent. If it had been the past him, he might have had to consider retreat by now.
As for now—
The enraged Deng Rong spread his arms wide, feathers sprouting from them, the speed and force of the shooting wind blades increased significantly, enough to turn an armored person into a porcupine;
Yet Cen Dongsheng maintained his unflinching stance, small spurts of blood blooming on his arms, his steps never ceased, charging headlong at his opponent.
...
On the other side, Deng Rong's gaze was filled with shock and anger, his heart brimming with panic and regret.
Had he known this, he would never have dared to act rashly. Who would have known that Doctor An's guardian, seemingly a young man not even in his twenties, was actually so terrifying?
At the very least, his former companion, Yu Wentao, even though his ability was decent, his character fell far short.
Ruthless actions, no regard for human life, facing attacks without dodging, determined to kill with his fists... such things were beyond what ordinary people could do.
Where did he cultivate this ruthless desire to kill at any cost?!
Having lost the initiative and sustaining serious injuries, he was now barely dodging to survive. He estimated he wouldn't last more than a few minutes, his only hope resting on his companion's timely assistance...
...
At this moment, everyone in the camp heard the noise and came out, the residents watching the blood-soaked confrontation in silence, some too frightened to move.
Cen Dongsheng lunged forward again, his punch shattering Deng Rong's shoulder, the crisp sound of shattering resonating clearly.
In less than a minute of relentless pursuit and attack, the opponent's body was battered and bloody, close to collapsing, barely able to even moan.
But in an instant, Cen Dongsheng's brow suddenly furrowed, stopping his steps for the first time.
An illusory light and shadow flew out from the nearby bushes, pouncing toward his face; Cen Dongsheng unhesitatingly swung his fist in response.
"Boom!"
Amid the roaring wind, the Flying Centipede agilely spiraled, dodging the young man's fist, flying towards Deng Rong's direction.
"..."
Another Curse Forbidden Master?
Cen Dongsheng turned, seeing the Flying Centipede attempting to lift Deng Rong, but it clearly lacked the strength, barely lifting off the ground in a shaky ascent.
He rushed forward with great strides, only to see the centipede spew out a large, dizzying cluster filled with starry dots of Qi, emanating a sickly sweet scent.
Cen Dongsheng cautiously dodged, simultaneously swinging his fist fiercely to disperse it with his punch wind.
After a few exchanges, as the mist slowly dissipated, he saw Deng Rong's pale face and his left hand's thumb lightly touching the tip of his middle finger, the other three fingers naturally raised.
"Fei... Lian...!"
In his indistinct utterance, an unprecedented whirlwind blew in from all directions. This time the opponent was risking his life, blowing both himself and the insect into the sky, while the centipede continuously spewed mist to obscure his vision.
"So being able to fly is impressive?"
Cen Dongsheng sighed.
With his experiences, he immediately judged he couldn't catch up.
A pity. Without an awakened superpower, relying only on fists and Qi Manipulation, indeed, he often found himself limited in battle.
Moreover, that word Deng Rong shouted earlier, although unclear... it should have been "Fei Lian," right?
—Fei Lian, also known as Feilian, was a mythical creature from ancient Han Chinese mythology, as mentioned in "Chu Ci·Li Sao," "Ahead is Wang Shu driving the chariot, while behind is Fei Lian urging the winds."
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