Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 149: Blood Sacrifice Forbidden Technique
Although Fan Shirong was arrogant, conceited, and disdainful, he was not a complete fool. That single punch made it clear that Lin Kuang had been deliberately feigning weakness. The man before him now was displaying his true power.
Since Lin Kuang concealed his strength to lure me here, it is obvious he wants to kill me! A flash of terror crossed Fan Shirong’s face; after all, he did not want to die.
Just then, Lin Kuang charged forward again. He threw another punch, a terrifying fist that smashed directly toward Fan Shirong’s head. With his back against a tree, Fan Shirong’s expression changed drastically. The next moment, he gritted his teeth, circulating the True Qi in his body to dodge the fist at the last possible second. Simultaneously, his left foot snapped out in a kick aimed at Lin Kuang’s lower back. Had it connected, the blow would have been devastating.
But how could Lin Kuang let the kick land? He dodged with blinding speed, effortlessly evading the ferocious attack. In the same motion, Lin Kuang spun around, appearing directly behind Fan Shirong and sending a punch toward his back. Sensing a vicious gust of wind from behind, Fan Shirong reacted on pure instinct, dodging just in time to avoid the strike. Before he could counterattack, Lin Kuang closed the distance. His right fist descended from above like a sledgehammer, smashing fiercely toward Fan Shirong’s Niwan Palace.
Seeing this, the horror in Fan Shirong’s eyes intensified. The power of this punch was terrifying. Fan Shirong knew he had no hope of withstanding it. At that thought, he pushed off his feet, his body shooting backward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Lin Kuang’s punch missed. His eyes flashed as he exploded forward, launching himself like a cannonball to reappear before Fan Shirong amidst a terrifying gale. Now only an arm’s length away, Lin Kuang had scared the soul out of him.
This is bad! Fan Shirong cursed internally, gritting his teeth and desperately accelerating his retreat.
Yet, as fast as he was, Lin Kuang was faster. In an instant, Lin Kuang closed the distance to just over a foot, the cold glint in his eyes growing more intense. The next moment, Lin Kuang threw a punch that slammed fiercely into Fan Shirong’s chest.
BANG!
Fan Shirong was sent flying. His chest caved in as blood sprayed violently from his mouth. As his body arced through the air, it trailed a shower of blood, creating a macabre, crimson rain. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Kuang leaped high into the air, instantly appearing above Fan Shirong’s airborne body. Then, he brought his feet down, stomping viciously toward his opponent’s chest.
However, at that exact moment, an intense sense of mortal danger washed over Lin Kuang. As someone who constantly danced with death, he was no stranger to this feeling. This very instinct had saved his life on several occasions, and this time was no exception. In a move that seemed to defy Earth’s gravity, Lin Kuang’s body twisted violently in mid-air, forcing him backward. Just then, Fan Shirong’s body erupted in a bloody mist. The mist emanated a profound sense of crisis; fortunately, Lin Kuang had dodged in time. Otherwise, he would have been engulfed by it.
Lin Kuang landed, his face pale. It was clear the abrupt mid-air maneuver had injured him. Fan Shirong’s body was now completely shrouded in the blood mist, his power continuously soaring.
A Forbidden Technique... This old bastard is really putting his life on the line! Lin Kuang thought.
Forbidden Techniques used one’s own flesh and blood as a medium, sacrificing Essence Blood to unleash immense power. That was exactly what Fan Shirong was doing now. While using a Forbidden Technique caused one’s strength to soar, the consequences were severe, often a matter of life and death. Therefore, no one would use such a technique unless they had no other choice. It was tantamount to gambling with one’s own life.
Fan Shirong landed back on the ground, his body withered to skin and bones, yet his aura was incredibly powerful.
"Boy, you forced my hand! You forced me to use a Forbidden Technique! I’m going to kill you!" Fan Shirong roared, his eyes bloodshot. His nearly fleshless face twisted into a monstrous, terrifying visage.
Knowing how to use a Forbidden Technique meant Fan Shirong was fully aware of its consequences. Not all cultivators of Ancient Martial Arts knew such skills; they were typically secrets held by major clans. Clearly, the Fan Family was one such powerful clan. Otherwise, Fan Shirong would have never learned this Forbidden Technique.
"Kill me? With that pathetic Blood Sacrifice Forbidden Technique of yours? It’s a technique that hurts you nearly as much as your opponent. To think you’d treasure such garbage!" Lin Kuang’s face was pale, but his tone remained disdainful, his eyes burning with a chilling murderous intent. He had not expected Fan Shirong to possess such a desperate measure. Still, Lin Kuang was not overly concerned. After all, it had been a long time since he had been forced to use his own special methods.
"Hmph! Boy, death is at your door, yet you still dare to act tough. You truly don’t know your own limits! Watch as I kill you!" Fan Shirong sneered. In reality, he was running out of time. The Blood Sacrifice Forbidden Technique worked by overdrawing one’s life force for temporary power, so he could not afford to waste a single second.
The next instant, Fan Shirong attacked. His shriveled fist smashed toward Lin Kuang. Though withered, the punch carried a terrifying force, creating sonic booms that ripped through the air, a testament to its incredible power.
At the sight of this, a solemn expression appeared on Lin Kuang’s face for the first time. Someone using a Blood Sacrifice Forbidden Technique was not to be underestimated, especially since Fan Shirong’s own strength was already considerable. As Fan Shirong closed in, Lin Kuang took a deep breath. Then, pushing off his feet, he met the attack with a punch of his own.
Their fists collided violently once more.
BOOM!
An earth-shattering roar erupted from the point of impact, and the very air seemed to explode. The shockwave sent Lin Kuang staggering back five or six steps before he could regain his footing. The color drained further from his already pale face. Against Fan Shirong in this state, he was clearly outmatched. Fan Shirong only swayed for a moment before completely neutralizing the immense force of Lin Kuang’s punch.
"Boy, your time is up!" Realizing he had the upper hand, Fan Shirong sneered and charged at Lin Kuang again.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang did not meet him head-on, choosing instead to retreat rapidly. "Heh, so you think your Blood Sacrifice Forbidden Technique is so powerful? Fine. I’ll let you witness what true strength looks like! I’ll teach you that no matter how good you are, there’s always someone better!"
With that, Lin Kuang came to a sudden halt, and his own overwhelming aura skyrocketed.
