The King of Curses

Chapter 169: Iron Fist Punishes Demons

Cen Dongsheng grabbed the white tail and flew into the air, gliding for a distance before landing steadily.

The man looked around. This was the back yard of the hotel. There was a fence in front and a dark forest behind the net.

A pair of fish eyes, several times larger than human eyes, flickered in the night, staring straight at him.

Cen Dongsheng smiled and kicked the fence down. Both the iron pillars and the metal nets creaked and twisted under the sudden huge force.

He stepped over the fallen fence and headed toward the forest.

The cloudy fish eyes quickly retracted, and the pale skin flashed by under the cover of lush branches and leaves.

It was like a train speeding past in front of him, its high-speed moving body rubbing and colliding with the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

"Still want to escape."

Cen Dongsheng didn't see the full appearance of the monster, but just by listening to the sound he knew that its movement speed was even faster than his own. If he wasn't careful it would run away and there would be no way to catch up with it for a while.

But he reacted very quickly. He used his ears to identify the direction and immediately pushed off the ground with his feet, leaping forward like a diver entering the water.

"Caught!"

The huge size of the monster became a weakness that could not be ignored at this moment. Cen Dongsheng grasped its tail with his palm.

However, that pale and smooth skin is not only tough and elastic, but also extremely unresponsive to force. Even if a bullet hits it, it will be easily bounced off. It can be called a perfect biological armor.

The moment he grabbed it, the man's palm slid back uncontrollably.

Cen Dongsheng did not panic. He mobilized his strength, the muscles on his forearms bulged, and his five fingers easily inserted into the ghost's hind legs like five sharp knives.

When he first mastered the power of the Tiger Demon, Cen Dongsheng noticed that his entire body, from his bones to the muscles, had been strengthened, but the most powerful and outstanding feature was his "finger strength". He was good at infusing strength into the extremities of his limbs - in this case, the power of his punch was even greater than that of his kick.

At that time, Cen Dongsheng could easily bend stainless steel products and leave fingerprints on steel ingots. Now, he can even pinch metal and stone with his hands. At this moment, he exerted all his strength, poked his fingers into the armor, and nailed it firmly. No matter what tricks it used, it would not be able to get rid of him.

……

The night is dark, the trees are dense, and the dim moonlight cannot illuminate the deep world beneath the branches and leaves.

The sound of the wind passing by at high speed passed by my ears.

A huge white creature was running wildly in the forest, with a man following closely behind it - or rather, sticking to its body.

The ghost jumped up and down, its body swaying like a snake, flying up and down, smashing countless tree trunks along the way, shaking its tail in a hurry, and smashing big holes on the ground one after another. Obviously, the purpose of all this was to throw this guy off his body.

In a short while, Cen Dongsheng was covered in mud and his clothes were torn.

Of course, this only looks embarrassing and has no effect on his ability to move - he is not the Superman-like protagonist in various adventure movies who is not afraid of getting hurt, but a real Superman; it's not that he is not afraid of getting hurt, but that he will never get hurt.

The dirty man was ready and looking for an opportunity.

"That's great! I'm really lucky. I didn't expect to encounter a monster of this level when I went out for a trip..."

The eyes covered by dust were shining and full of excitement.

"Or is it that Yutang is really lucky and I am just taking advantage of her?"

At this distance, even with his crude spiritual perception, he could more or less sense this guy's level.

The old ghost in the mountains who is enough to threaten his life is at least a Class A homeowner. In terms of individual strength, his strength is even greater than that of the mandrill that has been sleeping in the mountains for a thousand years.

However, he noticed that the surrounding environment did not show any "haunted house phenomenon", which meant that this ghost was a rare owner of a haunted house without a companion; or it was preparing to transform into the next stage - the "ferocious" level, so it did not stay in the haunted house honestly.

However, although the Yin Qi emanating from it is strong, it has not yet accumulated and sublimated to the level of "Sha Qi" and is still within the range of its own coping.

The owners of the house have a stronger ability to survive in the haunted house, so out of instinct, they often choose to stay in the nest and rely on their "accomplices" to lure prey over.

It is quite rare to see a Grade A ghost like this wandering alone in the real world.

If I defeat it, I can successfully master the next supernatural power after refining it this time...

Cen Dongsheng was looking forward to it.

There are roughly two types of attitudes among curse-breakers towards combat and survival: one is to struggle cautiously in order to stay alive, while the other is often a confident battle maniac.

He used to be the former, but after his rebirth, he began to understand and gradually became the latter...

……

When the white monster ran all the way to the center of the forest, Cen Dongsheng quietly tensed his body, propped up his arms, and suddenly exerted force.

He fell off the monster while holding onto its tail without letting go, and stomped his feet hard on the ground, like an old tree taking root, piercing into the earth in one breath.

"Thorn-"

With a sharp sound, Cen Dongsheng was dragged forward by the ghost, and his feet stepped into the ground, leaving two deep and long tracks on the mountain road.

The shoes were smoothed out in an instant and even sparks flew.

"Hey!"

Cen Dongsheng stepped on the ground, and this time his waist and abdomen as well as his whole body followed the force. Veins bulged on his forehead, and a steady stream of power was sent into his arms. He exerted force violently with both palms, and the corners of his mouth turned up, as excited as a fisherman who had caught a big fish.

Compared with the giant monster, the mere size of a human is like an ant trying to shake a tree; but the human who was holding the tail from behind had terrifying physical strength and overwhelmed the monster. The monster's movement, like a speeding train, was slowing down little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Stop... just now!"

The two feet stepped into the ground and sank an inch again, leaving more than a dozen ankle-deep depressions. Cen Dongsheng completely gained the upper hand in this struggle and even dragged it back for some distance.

This huge pulling force completely stopped the ghost's movements, and its body even floated for a moment due to inertia.

Cen Dongsheng seized this critical opportunity, bent his knees, jumped up, and then his feet left the ground.

His hands were still tightly holding the tip of the thick tail, as if he was holding an entire rockery; he used his waist to exert force, leaning his body backwards with an exaggerated amplitude, and after lifting up the monster that was as tall as four or five stories, he swung it all around...

A beautiful back throw!

"boom!"

Smoke and dust rose up, and the monster that was thrown backwards fell with its hands and feet up in the air, unable to move for a while.

"Hey."

Cen Dongsheng stood up from the ground with a somersault, turned around and admired the monster.

The whole creature is white in color, and is covered in flexible biological armor, making it very slippery. It has a body and limbs similar to those of a human, but the length and proportion are completely disproportionate, and it has incredible softness, like an octopus, and the large number of appendages growing on one side of its lower limbs make it look like an insect.

It had a bald head, and its body was supported by white, thin arms. It slowly turned around, with two fish eyes embedded in its round head, looking down at Cen Dongsheng from above. "What on earth are you?"

The man asked with a smile, and his attitude seemed quite kind at first glance; but his feet were jumping back and forth, making a boxing stance, and it was obvious that he was suppressing his inner excitement. There was no doubt that he would throw a series of punches at the monster's head in the next second.

The white monster's face was smooth and muscleless, and it could not make any human-like expressions. But from its silent and motionless posture, Cen Dongsheng guessed that it was thinking.

After a while, the lower half of the monster's head "cracked open" - just like a carnivorous plant blooming upon smelling its prey, revealing a blood-red interior with no teeth; threads of mucus attached the upper and lower parts.

—It is trying to speak.

The words that came out of the monster's mouth were completely silent, as if something that didn't look like a human was imitating human speech.

“You…are…coming…”

"Yeah, I'm coming. You don't like it?"

Cen Dongsheng tilted his head and looked at it.

"You were the one who called them over, weren't you?"

"I'm not looking for you..."

"That's not up to you," he said. "So, what the hell are you?"

After another period of silence, its throat vibrated, and the thing that looked like a mouthpart slowly closed, leaving no gap visible.

"I am... a teacher... I am... a teacher..."

"Oh?"

Cen Dongsheng's smile widened.

This name sounds familiar. It seems that the object of worship of the cultists, including the sorcerer Ke Junchen who Song Yutang wants to defeat, is this monster in front of him.

Ghosts of this level are indeed no longer ordinary mountain spirits or wild monsters. They are big monsters and ghosts that can cause trouble in an area. In ancient times, it was normal for them to become wild gods worshipped by people.

"I will... teach you the way..."

The monster repeated emotionless, mechanical words.

"Take me as your master... Let's ascend together... Let's ascend together..."

"You teach shit."

Cen Dongsheng smiled and shook his head.

The higher the level of the monsters and demons, the more profound their wisdom. It is estimated that this guy saw some religious texts from somewhere after he was formed, and then learned the words in them in a hurry. He began to use his power to confuse people's hearts, established worship in nearby human settlements, and really became a so-called "human teacher."

It’s quite interesting that the cult leader, who is not a human, chooses to do things himself.

...It's just fun.

"After listening to your backstory, let's fight."

The man stopped and clenched his fists.

The white monster realized the instant threat and raised its long and thin limbs with a "whoosh". Its front legs were sickle-shaped with many sharp spikes growing on the joints, like the forelimbs of a mantis, and it stabbed down from an unexpected and strange angle.

But Cen Dongsheng was faster than him.

He pushed the ground with his shoes and jumped up; at the same time, he bent his forearms, clenched his fists, and quickly moved upwards along his waist, with an exaggerated swing of his arms.

The power was transmitted through the waist and shoulders to the fists - this was not a fighting technique posture, but a sudden idea of ​​the young man, using his superhuman physical fitness to imitate the rising dragon fist swung by the characters in arcade games.

As his body soared into the air, the man's upper body spun, and in an instant, his fist tore through the air, exceeding the speed of sound, dragging air waves, like a cannonball fired...

"boom!"

It hit the monster's jaw hard.

The shock wave penetrated the head, and layer after layer of ripples appeared on the flexible skin. The ripples chasing each other overlapped like waves on the sea.

As sharp as a knife, it tried to pierce the man's limbs. Just as it fell halfway, the monster was knocked away, like a hit ball, bouncing off the ground.

"—!"

Cen Dongsheng's offensive did not end there.

After throwing the Rising Dragon Punch, he landed first and took a deep breath like a whale sucking water. His strong chest sank for a moment and then slowly flattened out. During this "long" exhalation process, Cen Dongsheng was able to throw hundreds or even thousands of heavy punches.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang -"

Facing the floating beast, he opened his broad and strong chest, stretched out his powerful arms, and swung his fists continuously like bullets.

The recoil force from his tough body surface caused Cen Dongsheng's feet to sink into the ground again, but he was not afraid at all. He turned into a mechanical device running at full power, and his punching speed showed no sign of slowing down. It became faster and faster, and more and more fierce.

With every breath, he could hear a terrible echo coming from his lungs, like a moving bellows; his qi and blood were like mercury, and his true qi was like boiling magma surging in his meridians, accompanied by fists falling like a storm, pouring onto the ghost's body without reservation.

Even though the ghost's armor has a natural weakening effect on impact and can alleviate most of the external force, Cen Dongsheng always has only one way to deal with it -

Punch, punch, and more punch!
If you can't break through the obstacles in front of you, then make your fists faster and heavier!

He did not feel tired at all. Instead, he became more and more excited and more excited the more he fought. His body was equivalent to a body strengthened by two kinds of Class A immortal spells. Not only was it tough and strong, but it was also full of energy and vitality.

It's a pity that recently, I've been facing either natural monsters that I can't beat at all, or glassware that will break if I put a little force on it...

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a living target as tough as this one!
The Master was knocked into the air, and within a few breaths he was hit by hundreds or even thousands of punches, without even a chance to come down.

Of course it wanted to resist, but no matter how those five or six limbs intertwined, the little man standing on the ground could easily dodge them, and the punching action never stopped for a moment.

There is actually not that much difference between the two in terms of their speed of movement and reaction, but compared to the huge body of the Human Master, the Curse Master's target is too small.

finally--

The Master's flexible body reached its limit, because Cen Dongsheng's punches were steady, accurate, and extremely ruthless. His heavy iron fists repeatedly hit the same position thousands of times, forcibly making a crack in this perfect shell!

The white monster let out a sharp howl, and its long and thin limbs retracted into a spherical head. It no longer tried to fight back, but instead used the force to leap up suddenly and leaped into the distance.

"Where do you want to escape to?"

Cen Dongsheng smiled grimly, and without hesitation reached out again and grabbed the teacher's tail.

"Pfft!"

A large amount of blood splattered like raindrops, and the monster's tail was torn and pulled off by him!
(End of this chapter)