The King of Curses

Chapter 201 The End
If someone looked down from a high altitude, they would be able to see that under the night sky, the huge shock wave was like a blooming lotus, with smoke and dust rising, and the surging white air waves were like surging waves on the sea, layer upon layer, rushing towards the surroundings.

The destructive power of this move was beyond Cen Dongsheng's imagination. With just one punch, the highly compressed energy exploded instantly. The resulting shock wave created a huge air wave that razed the ruins to the ground and sank the ground, and the remaining force buried the nearby courtyards and roads.

With the power of a fist and the destructive range of the wind-controlling ability, the moves used by Cen Dongsheng after being infused with "supernatural power" are equivalent to turning his fist, which is swung with all his strength, into a larger "fist" a hundred times the size.

This punch that came down from the sky, like a god, crushed everything in front of it. The two A-class curse masters who were being hunted had no idea that their opponents had such a trick. Several bats were instantly turned into meat paste, and the seemingly dense sea of ​​insects also fell into the hole formed by the broken ground.

……

The wind lingering around his body dissipated, and Cen Dongsheng, who was falling from the air, landed in a somewhat awkward posture. His feet sank deeply into the ground, leaving a big hole.

Within a few breaths after he threw this punch, the "wind control" ability seemed to disappear, no longer able to support his gliding and flying.

Fortunately, he had thick skin and would not die even if he jumped from the plane.

"Huh... It's really powerful. Even if it's a top-level Earth Immortal Curse Master, it would take some time to prepare to cause this kind of destructive power."

But ordinary spell-binding masters do not have his close combat ability, tough physique and tenacious vitality.

The night wind was blowing loudly, and under the desolate starry sky, what came into view were the huge cracks and holes on the ground, which was empty.

Cen Dongsheng looked around at the ruins that were almost razed to the ground and was surprised by the power of the punch.

Most spell-binding masters have areas they are good at or not good at, and have so-called compatibility; and now Cen Dongsheng has made up for the link he is currently lacking.

As a fighter, he has now reached perfection on both the offensive and defensive ends. The only flaw may be his lack of acumen - and this aspect will be made up by his teammates.

Jiang Yunmei will become his "ears" and in the future will become his "eyes".

"Hmm...but the cost of this move is still amazing."

Cen Dongsheng raised his fist and looked at the red and hot skin, which looked like a cooked crab just taken out of the pot, emitting white smoke.

This was not an ordinary person's hand, but an arm that had been strengthened with double superpowers; and his fingers were trembling slightly.

After officially reaching the A-level realm, he felt deep fatigue for the first time, a phenomenon caused by excessive load on muscles.

You know, strong recovery and amazing endurance are also Cen Dongsheng's specialties. Under the premise of leaving room for maneuver, he will not feel tired even if he fights for days and nights;
On the other hand, only someone with his physique could forcefully perform this move; if he didn't have a body as strong as iron to support him, his entire hand would probably explode under the weight the moment he swung his fist.

"Plus, after using this move, the 'Wind Control' ability will also be out of control for a period of time. It seems that it cannot be released continuously in a short period of time..."

This shows that the consumption of supernatural power is actually beyond his current capabilities.

Cen Dongsheng thought about it and still felt unsatisfied.

Since the special spell in his body can make his wishes come true and allow him to reach the realm of "supernatural power" earlier than normal, is it possible to make him go further on the basis of what he has now?

——《Other-Transformation and Freedom》, is there anything else you haven't used yet? Let me see the limit of this power!

Unexpectedly, when this thought came to his mind, a response actually came from his inner world.

"Is it because the basic power is insufficient that I cannot ascend to a higher level? That's right. After all, I have only gone through 'four-ninths' of the foundation for building the special grade curse."

In short, Cen Dongsheng has not really reached the level of a magical sorcerer, and he is still unable to use his magical powers freely. He has only mastered some moves that can be called "magic powers", which can be considered the so-called "ultimate skills".

"A special move..."

Cen Dongsheng bared his teeth.

To be honest, he was very happy.

Since his rebirth, he has finally gotten rid of the situation where he can only punch and kick when facing ghosts. He has mastered powerful moves and is in very high spirits.

"According to convention, we need to choose a name first, right?"

Cen Dongsheng's mind naturally recalled the ferocious beast that was born from the endless strong wind in the air. It was the image that was born after the wind in nature was integrated into the "magical power" -

"Let's call this move 'Tiger Roar'."

*
distance.

Next to the off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road.

When the "Tiger Roar" hit the ground and set off a shock wave, Jiang Yunmei subconsciously covered her ears.
The clairaudience is essentially still a spiritual perception that processes information feedback, not really "hearing" the sound, so she doesn't have to worry about being deafened.

But the girl still felt both physically and mentally shocked. Even at a long distance, she could feel the strong wind blowing on her face.

It was as if I had witnessed a tsunami with my own eyes. After the huge waves, all that was left was a blank space.

Is this... the end?
The girl was inexplicably horrified. In her mind, Cen Dongsheng was naturally a great master, and without a doubt the strongest spell-forbidden master she had ever seen...

But now it seems that she still underestimated the significance of the three words "Curse Master"; only after witnessing with her own eyes the same kind of people creating such earth-shaking movements, can she deeply realize that it is indeed a force that is enough to subvert the existing order.

Jiang Yunmei woke up from her shock and calmed herself down.

She knew what she was going to do next and focused her attention on her surroundings.

The rustling sound that was once formed by the billions of black insects gathered into waves was now swallowed up by the larger waves and suddenly became faint;

After the few remaining insects lost their owners, some simply stopped moving, as if they had fallen into a long hibernation state, or wandered around like headless flies, no longer as ferocious as before.

As for the bats that were the incarnation of vampires, they were naturally completely evaporated.

Is this...are they all dead?
Teacher Cen won the final victory and maintained the overwhelming advantage until the end.

With nothing blocking her way anymore, Jiang Yunmei immediately got into the car and drove back into the Jiang family manor, where only ruins were left.

……

"Yo, you're here."

When she arrived at the central area, under the night sky, a tall and strong figure was sitting next to the cave to rest. When he saw his teammates coming, he smiled and waved over here.

*
Cen Dongsheng put on the coat handed to him by Jiang Yunmei and was about to sit in the driver's seat when the girl behind him grabbed his arm.

"I have a driver's license. I'll drive you."

Jiang Yunmei said.

"You just fought a big battle, you should be tired."

"Well, it's okay..."

If he hadn't used his "supernatural powers", he would probably have run back home as if nothing had happened.

"But…your hands are shaking."

Jiang Yunmei poked his red arm and heard the man hiss.

"Sorry, does it hurt?"

The girl looked worried.

"Should we go to the hospital now..." "The hospital can't handle my body."

Cen Dongsheng smiled and shook his arms.

"It's okay. With my self-healing ability, I'll be back to normal in a while. ...By the way, is there anyone else coming later?"

"Yes, there are. Just now, I heard people coming from the other side of the manor. There were more than a dozen people."

From these people, Jiang Yunmei heard a familiar term:
Super Working Committee.

Although she had no knowledge of this concept before, both Teacher Cen and the Jiang family mentioned this name, so the girl quickly realized that this group of people were members of the official organization.

After they arrived at the scene, they immediately captured the group of mercenaries from overseas. In front of the well-trained troops of curse masters, ordinary people were simply powerless to resist.

Judging from the sound, this team acted quickly. While ensuring that there would be no accidents, they immediately disarmed the other party and restricted everyone's movements. They seemed very professional.
But the problem is-

"They are from the Super Working Committee. But aren't they a little too late?"

Jiang Yunmei couldn't help but complain.

"Just like the police in a crime movie..."

"Don't blame them."

Cen Dongsheng laughed.

"They were late on purpose because of the timing."

"Ah? So that's how it is..."

The reason behind this is very simple: Sister Zhizhen simply doesn't want anyone to steal her experience and reputation.

"I'll handle this matter myself, so no one else has to get involved."

Jiang Yunmei recalled the earth-shaking scene just now, and felt that it didn't seem to make much difference whether there was help on the field or not.

"That's right... I feel like Teacher Cen really doesn't need any support."

"Helpers are still necessary." He shook his head, "but the people I really need have already been found by myself."

Hearing his frank words, Jiang Yunmei felt a little embarrassed and changed the subject.

"So, what should we do now..."

"Now everyone should go back to their homes and have a good rest. Let the professionals clean up the mess."

Cen Dongsheng stretched lazily.

"Oh, by the way, there is one thing I still need to remind you of. What happened tonight has come to an end, but the story of the Jiang family is not over yet. You heard it clearly at the time. There is still an 'ancestor' hiding behind the scenes, controlling the actions of this family so far. He is the culprit.

"I see."

Jiang Yunmei nodded slightly.

And this person has only existed in the words of others and has never shown up.

Although the other party was the so-called ancestor and the source of her own bloodline, to be honest, Jiang Yunmei could not feel any warmth in his actions at all. She only felt that the ancestor she had never met was strange and terrifying, like a monster sleeping in a grave, and his descendants were nothing more than props that he abused at will.

The Jiang family has been cursed by their innate bloodline. Only by eliminating the source can the family be reborn. Since she has made up her mind to solve the family affairs, she must muster up the courage to face it.

"After tonight, the Chao Working Committee will intervene in this incident with legitimate reasons. Someone will conduct a comprehensive investigation of the Jiang family. Of course, I will make sure that they do not affect... I will contact you after the results of the investigation come out."

……

Jiang Yunmei insisted on driving the two of them home, so Cen Dongsheng went with her.

He suddenly discovered that his teammate seemed to have a caring side. Now he remembered that Jiang Yunmei was actually a few years older than him and was his senior.

After fighting with two top-grade spell-binding masters and learning some new moves, he was mentally exhausted even if he wasn't physically tired.

Cen Dongsheng yawned, held the back of his head with his hands, leaned on the pillow of the car seat, closed his eyes, and gradually felt sleepy.

As time passed, a light and steady snoring sound could be heard in the carriage.

The sky in the distance gradually turned pale. Jiang Yunmei held the steering wheel and drove along the highway towards the city, but her eyes involuntarily fell on the face of the young man beside her, watching his peaceful sleeping face.

The fierce and powerful warrior on the battlefield was sleeping like a child at this moment, just because she was by his side.

Jiang Yunmei felt the other party's deep trust from this silent expression.

This trust itself implies a sense of responsibility, which means that she may never be able to escape the constraints of a certain intimate relationship... Despite this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised up.

*
Municipal Third Hospital, special luxury ward.

The hunched old man on the hospital bed was breathing weakly, as if he was dozing off. Jiang Yunmei's third uncle Jiang Zhifeng was directing the Jiang family to help clean up the remaining traces in the ward.

"Zihao, Zihao...!"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes and wailed, as if crying or wailing.

"Zihao..."

Everyone was startled. Jiang Zhifeng frowned, thinking that his father was having a nightmare. He was about to come over to comfort him, but he saw the old man suddenly sit up and crawl to the bedside with strange movements like a zombie, staring at him with a pair of cloudy, lifeless eyes full of bloodshot.

"Zhifeng, Zhifeng...you must return to the ancestral home...you must revive our ancestors..."

"……what?"

When Jiang Zhifeng was at a loss, the old man grabbed his wrist.

He was startled. There was an amazing strength in his father's fingers, almost breaking his wrist. He didn't look like a 90-year-old man who was seriously ill in bed.

"Calm down first..."

"promise me!"

The old man let out a low roar like that of a wild beast.

"Okay... okay, I promise you..."

Jiang Zhifeng wanted to say something, but the old man's hands had already loosened, his head and arms drooped, and his hunched and skinny body knelt forward.

"Father?!"

"Old Master!"

Screams were heard one after another in the ward; on the plane of the intensive care monitor, the undulating electrocardiogram lines turned flat, symbolizing the failure of the patient's vital signs...

(End of this chapter)