Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 909 - 479: Mourner’s Hand! Whose Funeral Is It Really For? (Part 2)
The two brothers seemed to have a telepathic connection, once again unleashing the "Wailing Hand" together!
As the muscles in their arms bulged, the air around them moved like flowing water again, and this time, it even echoed with ghostly wails.
This was the full exertion of the Lu Shou and Ma Mian brothers, without holding back at all!
This time, even paper would be smashed to bits!
Crash!
A similar sound rang out, with Duan Yun being slammed to the ground again, yet he was still alive, and his hair wasn't even ruffled much.
Duan Yun looked at them and said, "Can't even throw properly, yet you call yourselves gangsters?"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The two brothers felt something was wrong and quickly leapt back, trying to distance themselves from Duan Yun.
Even in retreat, the two acted in sync.
Regrettably, they were too slow.
Duan Yun seemed to anticipate their moves long before, for just as they leapt back, he had already extended his hand to grab them.
From the outside, it looked like the two brothers had just leapt into the air and were forcefully pulled back.
The Seals were about to cry with anxiety.
Old Demon Duan is so shameless, clinging on persistently!
Lu Shou and Ma Mian brothers, once caught, wasted no time in delivering a straight thrust backward.
If earlier Duan Yun seemed to have anticipated their moves by holding their hands, then in this moment, the telepathic and ruthless counterattack of the brothers felt as if they were anticipating Duan Yun's anticipation.
The Seals, who were about to praise, only heard two cursing screams, and Duan Yun, who was supposed to be heavily injured by the attack, still stood there, while the screams came from Lu Shou and Ma Mian.
Instead of piercing Duan Yun's temples as intended, their hands had gone into each other's nostrils.
Just now, they only felt a spinning force from Duan Yun that altered the direction of their thrusts.
The attack was heavy and relentless, meant to be fatal, leaving them gravely injured now.
Their noses exploded with blood spraying everywhere, even cracking the masks on their faces halfway.
Nonetheless, the brothers were ruthless enough that even with their noses split, they let out a shout and kept attacking Duan Yun.
This time, they dared not use their hands but their feet instead.
Simultaneously, they swung their bloody noses, trying to use the blood as cover while decisively attempting a knee strike towards Duan Yun's flanks.
But Duan Yun's waist twisted like a Sinser move, evading easily.
The brothers dare not stop, transforming their attack from a strike to a horizontal sweep, yet Duan Yun dodged the same way.
To the audience, as long as Duan Yun twisted his "Sinser" move, no matter how fierce the brothers' attacks were, they couldn't touch him.
"Damn, Old Demon Duan only knows this trick!"
Many Seals grumbled vehemently.
But as soon as their grumbling ended, the scene changed once more.
Only to see Duan Yun shaking the brothers' shoulders, leading both to twist like Sinser alongside him.
In no time, the three twisted Sinser together, a scene originally intense and fierce, now carried a touch of celebration.
To an outsider, it might seem like three drunk friends singing and dancing joyously.
Since the rotational force of Spring Rain could integrate into his body, anyone engaging him in intense body techniques, the only match Duan Yun could think of was Ming Xing from Mingyu Palace.
Because their Shifting Flower and Wood technique was truly miraculous.
The Lu Shou and Ma Mian brothers, with "Wailing Hand" as their foundation, believed no one could best them in close combat, only to cry out when facing them.
Who knew today, the ones about to cry were themselves?
Once Duan Yun adhered to them, no matter the effort, it felt like a clay ox entering the sea.
Worse now, they felt their bodies weren't theirs anymore.
Even if lying with a lady now, they couldn't be sure they'd sense their own body.
Something was wrong, their bodies were about to be ruined!
"Ya, Yamei..."
Before their mouths formed the word "butterfly," Duan Yun had already interrupted them.
Because the term coming from a woman's mouth might have charm, from a man's mouth, only a small part in Yun Yu might appreciate it.
Duan Yun certainly wasn't part of that small group.
So he sent the two brothers crashing into each other, getting thoroughly stuck, even achieving negative distance.
The sound of bones and flesh breaking echoed, chilling to the core.
Soon followed by distressing cries.
Because when they collided, their skin fused, and being forcibly torn apart by Duan Yun was excruciatingly painful.
When they parted, they were unrecognizable, their bodies seemingly flattened.
Witnessing this, many from Fusang and the Seals shed tears.
Especially many Seals, flowing tears like blood.
The unbeatable City Lord is down!
The unbeatable Lord Hai is down!
To them, it was terrifying and tragic.
In Fusang's homeland, except when Lord Hei casually rides over them, they rarely face humiliation from Jiu Zhou, whom they considered lower.
Yet such was the truth.
No, it wasn't enough!
What broke the Seals' hearts was seeing the two Lords kneeling before Duan Yun, begging, "Yamei, Yamei Father."
"Yamei, Yamei Father."
"Meiji, translate, translate!"
"Ohli Siwa, Siwasa...."
Kneeling there and kowtowing while incoherently pleading.
Shinkata Meiji explained that the brothers were disciples of the Great Heavenly Dog, begging Duan Yun to spare them on account of their Master.
"Even someone of our status kneels, and you're still not satisfied?" the brother howled.
They were esteemed Fusang City Lords, direct disciples of the Great Heavenly Dog.
Even if not for them, he should show respect for their Master, right?
If not, this outsider martial artist was extremely disrespectful.
Duan Yun grabbed Ma Mian's hair and said, "The Great Heavenly Dog, eh? I only wanted to borrow a sword; seeing he taught disciples like you, he's no good either."
"Rest assured, your Master will soon join you!"
With that, he clapped both hands on the brothers' heads.
"Beiming Divine Skill!"
Rumble!
A horrible suction suddenly appeared, distorting their faces.
Their True Qi carried malice, resembling the evil Dharma Image from before.
From these memory fragments, Duan Yun discerned that aside from their monstrous nature as Fusang people, they were no good.
Their wicked Dharma Image formed through some feeding technique.
The masks they wore were like half-living entities, housing an insect that thrived on the heart's blood of the living to grow stronger.
Heaven knows how many hearts they harvested for nourishment.
In Fusang, they were somewhat cautious, even planning if they should head to Jiu Zhou for prospects.
In their eyes, Jiu Zhou's vast populace was beneath dogs and pigs, to be freely slaughtered, for ghost mask provisions.
This technique, naturally taught by their Master, the Great Heavenly Dog.
Thus, Duan Yun added another name to his list— the Great Heavenly Dog!
The Great Heavenly Dog and God Jue were top Martial Arts Grandmasters in Fusang.
Unlike God Jue, who early revealed ambitions for world domination, the Great Heavenly Dog seemed a reclusive master, rarely involving himself in conflicts.
But in truth?
He'd been secretly plotting, like with these City Lord brothers; without their own admission, no one would know they were his pawns.
Feeling the stink and pollution of Fusang martial artists' True Qi, Duan Yun decided to return all the absorbed Qi.
So with a release, he returned their True Qi.
Then came two explosive sounds, and before everyone's eyes, the two men burst like balloons, scattering everywhere.
Suddenly, everything fell silent.
Until someone shouted, "Amazing! Young Hero Duan is truly amazing!" breaking the silence at last.
Those supporting Duan Yun among the Nine Provinces Martial World had been the ones shouting "Amazing!"
Whereas Seals shouted before, they now returned it all.
Doubled their return.
Some Seals, already fragile inside, couldn't endure the blow and, in fury and heartache, died of heartache.
How could there be such wicked people in this world!
My poor gentle Lord, oh!
Their cries in dying truly felt like mourning.
