The King of Curses

Chapter 172 Master and Disciple Fight Evil Together

Jiang Yunmei felt as if she had had a long dream.

It's hard to tell whether this is a nightmare or a fantasy caused by an overly imaginative imagination.

She saw disgusting scenes that gave her goosebumps, monsters that were huge and intimidating, and also humans who could fight the evil monsters without giving in.

Human-faced bugs of all sizes, white balls with octopus tentacles rolling down the mountain, school girls with electric currents all over their bodies...

And the man who suddenly appeared at the end pushed the absurdity of this dream to the extreme.

Seeing the ball rolling down the mountain, it didn't look like it was from their side. Jiang Yunmei suspected that it was the sorcerer and the "human teacher" worshipped by the villagers who turned into human-faced insects.

This big boss behind the scenes had appeared. She was hesitating whether to tell Junior Sister Song to run away quickly or drive away, when that person appeared right behind the ball.

In Jiang Yunmei's eyes, the man gave her the initial impression of someone who had just traveled through time from a barbaric era.

His entire body was dirty, and his clothes were torn and tattered, revealing his strong and well-developed muscles underneath; although his key parts were still covered, when he ran down the hill, it was basically the same as running naked.

The visitor in the night and the forest looked like a wild man. Only his piercing eyes, like burning charcoal, had a chilling concentration and sense of danger, which was impressive.

She had no idea where this guy came from, and while she was still confused, the man approached her with an intimidating momentum, followed by a series of questions.

"Are you here with Song Yutang?"

Unlike his appearance that seemed to have walked out of the wilderness, the man's voice was calm and steady, revealing a strange kind of intelligence.

Jiang Yunmei quickly realized the other person's identity and gave her answer; then, the other person smiled with satisfaction and patted her on the shoulder. The terrifying strength was in line with the first impression of a "barbarian" and almost pushed her down.

He turned, leaped, spread his arms and legs again, and began to run, raising dust behind him. He ran away quickly, leaving her behind, and disappeared like a phantom.

During the entire process of communicating with the man, Jiang Yunmei felt that she was completely in a passive position, like a small boat sailing on the stormy waves. Perhaps it was because the other party's presence was too strong, far stronger than the monsters she saw tonight -

"That person is the one that Song Xuemei mentioned, 'stronger than her, no problem against any ghosts' and 'someone worth relying on'... I don't know what the relationship is."

Jiang Yunmei sorted out her messy mental state a little, picked up the telescope and continued to watch the battlefield, thinking in her heart:
"He looks about the same age as us. A senior or something?"

The girl's mood unexpectedly relaxed.

Because she realized that what her junior said was not an exaggeration at all.

Even an outsider like her could see that the big white ball was fleeing in panic.

"That human teacher is the object of worship by the sorcerer and the villagers, right? He can also be considered an evil god or something like that. How could he be chased away..."

She had never seen anyone like him.

Meeting him was like witnessing a storm. She had never imagined that humans could do this. The door to a new world was slowly opening before her eyes...

*
The oncoming wind blew strongly on his face, and the fire in Cen Dongsheng's chest burned more and more fiercely.

After running all the way, he finally caught up with the shadow of the Master and saw the deep pit.

The ignorant and squirming human-worms were digging holes in the ground, their bloated white bodies tangled together, looking even more disgusting in the dim night.

The disciple of Master Ren was fighting with the disciple of Cen Dongsheng, but the monster reacted exactly like Cen Dongsheng, it completely ignored the disciple and walked all the way to the edge of the pit.

Although the reasons are different - Cen Dongsheng believes that Song Yutang can win by his own strength, while Ren Shi doesn't care at all.

Ke Junchen claims to be "a disciple valued by his teacher", but in the eyes of ghosts, humans are just food and prey, and there is not much difference.

Not to mention whether it would fight for food, even if it really wanted to, it would have no chance as it is being chased and beaten by another "prey".

In short, with the tacit understanding of the "two teachers", the following situation has been formed: the two people and two ghosts are in the same area, but they are still fighting each other.

Only when one side decides the outcome on the battlefield will new variables emerge.

The human teacher's turbid fish eyes overlooked the human-insects in the pit, with a cold and ruthless light flashing in his pupils. The lower part of his head quickly "cracked open", like a blooming carnivorous plant, revealing the blood-red interior, and a large amount of mucus was secreted.

It leaned over and sucked the human-worms into its mouth one by one, smoothly, just like sucking noodles...

The "creatures" squirming in the pit had no power to resist, or rather, they had no consciousness to resist at all.

Just as Jiang Yunmei guessed, the reason why the believers were transformed into such a miserable appearance by evil magic was simply to be used as food or sacrifice for the Master to enjoy.

Ghosts are ghosts. Of course, they cannot really impart valuable knowledge to humans. Everything is a premeditated trap.

As the human-worms fell into the mouth, the human teacher's smooth body suddenly bulged, as if it had absorbed a large amount of difficult-to-absorb nutrients in an instant. The thin and long limbs swelled up with terrifying muscle outlines like a strongman, supporting the spherical head.

Like a deformed giant, the Master turned around again, faced the man running towards him, and raised his giant arms.

This time, it didn't escape.

The light in the fish's eyes turned scarlet, and its open mouth never closed. Its sturdy arms suddenly rose up and smashed down!
Facing the giant's fist that fell from the sky with incomparable power, he laughed grimly.

"Go to hell!"

Cen Dongsheng pushed the ground with one foot, leaped into the air, and punched like a dragon, launching a head-on fight without any avoidance!
"boom!"

The human fist and the demon fist.

The two fists, which were completely disproportionate in size, suddenly collided in the air, making a dull loud noise like a meteorite hitting the earth.

The shock wave spread in circles in the air like ripples, and the powerful aftermath knocked down nearby trees and cracked the ground.

At the moment of the fistfight, the picture froze, as if time stood still, and even the sound of the wind around them became quiet.

But the next breath...

"Crack."

The demon's arm was broken in the middle, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.

The human teacher let out a terrible howl, and his huge body took two steps back. The ground beneath his feet shook with a "bang bang" sound. His fish eyes stared at the broken wound on his arm, and he finally had an emotion similar to that of a human being - that was "unbelievable".

Cen Dongsheng landed lightly, shook his arms twice, and recovered.

"Muscles that are temporarily stimulated by drugs are indeed not as good as natural... I mean, superpowered muscles."

He chuckled, and the ferocious curve on the corner of his mouth never dropped.

"Next, it's your body's turn."

With another kick of the ground, the man's figure disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, his fist had already been swung out and hit the spherical white head hard.

"boom!"

The huge sphere was knocked flying from the ground, the wound opened wide, blood gushed out madly, flowing to the ground and forming a small pool of water.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ever since his arm was broken, it was as if he had lost his last breath. Even the talent that the Master was most proud of - his strong body surface - was no longer as strong as before and was easily destroyed by the violent punch.

It seemed that the over-growth after being chased into a desperate situation and forced to swallow a large number of sacrifices had a negative impact on the ghost's originally flexible and perfect body surface, making it bumpy.

The Master tried to use the energy accumulated in the past to defeat the powerful enemy; but this turned out to be a wrong decision. It failed to fully absorb nutrients, and Cen Dongsheng was chasing too closely, and the hasty response to the enemy only weakened its foundation.

Now, it can do nothing but wail. Cen Dongsheng's fist is like a sharp and solid diamond drill, unstoppable, each punch can create a huge wound, and in the blink of an eye, the demon is beaten to pieces...

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At a certain moment, Song Yutang felt that he was reaching his limit.

The true Qi burning all over his body, the blue-green electric light that originally illuminated the entire night sky, began to dim.

She could only barely maintain a shallow layer of defense on the surface of the clothes.

Looking up, in the hazy vision, the storm created by the surging dark true energy seems to be becoming... weaker?
The mud under his feet had stopped turning into mud, and the suction force was intermittent, proving that Ke Junchen had also reached the end of his rope.

This was a battle that tested one's patience. The overly intense consumption turned the seemingly short tug-of-war into a long, sensory torture. Both sides were already in despair.

At this time, Song Yutang seemed to hear... a familiar voice.

Is that the senior’s voice?

No, it's not...

It was a man's voice, and it sounded like the Master's voice.

Master came to see me? He is here?

Song Yutang was shocked and a little flustered.

No, he said, this was a task he gave her, so he wouldn't help.

The sound became clearer and closer, and she was almost certain that it was not her hallucination.

My chaotic thoughts are hard to sort out...

No, no.

Song Yutang thought that she didn't feel happy or lucky now, she just felt anxious.

Indeed, both sides are on the verge of despair. With just a little bit of external force, the balance will be broken in an instant, not to mention the master.

But if someone really chose to help at this time, she would feel...unhappy.

This was the agreement between her and her master, and also her master's trust in her. Song Yutang didn't want to let him down.

She is a natural born spellcaster, with an innate desire for victory and a desire to prove herself through battle deep in her heart.

Thinking of this, the girl discovered that some new energy was emerging from her body, which she thought was exhausted.

Surprised, Song Yutang immediately began to move his fingers.
One, two...five.

Okay, it can move.

The last bit of energy was transformed into true Qi, which ignited sparks, which dissipated into the outside world, and the blue-green electric current lingered around the fingertips again.

The clouds gradually dissipated, the night wind blew on the sweaty face, and the girl with disheveled hair slowly and firmly raised her fingers.

The ghosts were no longer able to maintain the huge Yin Qi, the storm stopped, and the quiet moonlight fell on the man and the ghost.

Ke Junchen's ferocious eyes became dull at this moment.

"It's now!"

Song Yutang clenched his teeth.

Her eyes went dark and her body fell to the side uncontrollably, but the energy that had been squeezed out of her body was finally released steadily.

The lightning was like a flying bird, landing on the neck of the giant human-faced insect.

The sickle-like light was released again, not as bright as before, almost dim, but it was a fatal blow, beautifully severing the connection between the goblin's head and body.

"Gululu."

A head with eyes open fell from the ghost's body and rolled to the side; and the insect-like, snake-like body, more than ten meters tall, turned into black smoke particles and drifted away, and the illusory outline began to disappear in the night...

……

at the same time.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sharp sound of fists breaking through the air was like a passionate piece of music in the night.

The brutal and exhilarating beating finally came to an end.

Recruiting followers, spreading evil arts, and supporting oneself, its power once infiltrated several colleges in Tianhai City. The powerful ghost with a tough shell and the ability to transform is now nothing more than a doll that vents anger - just a slightly larger size.

With a kick on the ground, Cen Dongsheng threw his last punch, still ending with a rising dragon.

The violent impact from bottom to top penetrated the entire head, and the broken limbs and flesh flew into the sky.

The ghost in front of him was like a solidified sculpture, standing still.

After a few seconds of silence, the body of the human master, which had been beaten and covered with holes, collapsed and collided with the ground with a loud bang.

A desperate death.

……

The aftermath of the battle has not yet dissipated, and the blood in the body is still surging.

Cen Dongsheng silently looked at the corpse lying at his feet, and let out a breath. He turned his head and looked at another battlefield.

Should it be a coincidence or fate? He happened to witness the scene where the cold lightning cut off the sorcerer's head.

Watching Song Yutang kneeling on the ground exhausted, the girl looked extremely tired, but there was no visible injury on her body, as if she had just overexerted herself.

Cen Dongsheng breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his cheeks, put away his ferocious smile, and replaced it with a gentle and calm expression.

The master and disciple defeated their opponents almost at the same time.

He walked towards Song Yutang.

……

The mountain wind is blowing and the night returns to silence.

The man walked up to the girl and gently helped her up from the ground.

"Master, I..."

Song Yutang's body was so limp that she couldn't move, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. She leaned her forehead against his, panting weakly.

“…I, I succeeded.”

"Well, I see it."

He smiled.

"Well done."