The King of Curses

Chapter 299 Asura

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When the woman in the burgundy dress appeared upstairs, the spell masters below began to talk among themselves and let out a great deal of exclamation; then came the girl in the moon-white dress, whom fewer people recognized until a few spell masters whispered to each other, and the name "Yi Qingyan" became known.

"Those two are..."

"Well, she is truly a stunning beauty."

"Haha, it's literally 'a beauty that can topple a whole country'."

"The dragon slayer died at her hands? She looked really young."

"We live in a fair age, but she is fairer than us."

After a few casual words during the chat, the curse masters holding their wine glasses lowered their heads consciously. No one dared to cast their eyes towards the two top female masters, for fear that their curious gaze would cause their dissatisfaction.

Just like no one is stupid enough to look directly at the sun. The only difference is that in the shadow where no one can see, people also have to control their inner thoughts.

Ever since the official trip to the Ghost Market, the information that the special curse held by the leader of the Super Working Committee is likely related to "mental interference" has been known to quite a number of people.

Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, if she read someone's thoughts, and if the thoughts were disrespectful, the consequences would probably not be good. Although a special-class spell-forbidden master, the face of the official power, should not be so bored as to casually peek into the minds of strangers, spell-forbidden masters were very careful and would not gamble with their lives.

If this great man has a capricious temper, the offender will be killed and there will be no way to seek justice - this world is really unreasonable.

Most of the spell-casters are reckless people, but at this moment they have to force themselves to become saints with clear minds.

However, there is one emotion they cannot control, and that is "confusion".

The higher the level of the spell-binding master, the broader his vision and the easier it is for him to understand the truth.

They saw An Zhizhen, Yi Qingyan, and naturally the man who was with them, but he obviously had not yet reached that level.

In this case, how on earth did a man gain the favor of two special-class curse-binding masters at once? It was a puzzling problem.

Special spell-binding masters will not be deceived; but if they are asked to believe in the irrational "feelings" of monsters... it seems to be another level of difficulty.

……

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Howard, cheers."

Zheng Yongliang poured himself some champagne and raised his glass with a smile to the two friends he had just met.

The young man was wearing a high-end suit, well-dressed and fashionable, with a smug smile. Seeing him like a duck in water in the upper class society, it was hard for anyone to imagine that two years ago, he was still a low-level salesman who wore cheap suits and went door-to-door to sell goods but was not welcomed and was treated coldly by his superiors and customers.

He himself could not have imagined it. If it were not for a chance encounter, Zheng Yongliang would never have been able to chat and laugh with dignitaries from all over the world on a luxury cruise ship like he is now, with no worries about money, beauty and power.

Among the group of spell-binding masters, he can be considered a rare "leap to heaven".

"Let's stop here for now. After all, Advisor An is still here."

Zheng Yongliang made a joke half seriously.

"Don't worry, we're not doing anything illegal."

the blond man asked curiously.

“Are you afraid of the Super Working Committee?”

"No, the Super Working Committee is the backbone of the Curse Master Society. Who would be afraid?" Mr. Wang smiled. "It's just that we Curse Masters are used to freedom."

The fact is just the opposite, Zheng Yongliang thought.

Mr. Wang is a local tyrant, in other words, he does things that are not worthy of being mentioned in public. This kind of person is not uncommon on Meng Huafan's invitation list.

His biggest enemy at the moment was undoubtedly the Chao Working Committee. He had heard that the other party's property in a certain place was uprooted during the "cutting down mountains and destroying temples" campaign.

It was precisely because of this severe blow that Mr. Wang urgently needed to look for external partners. Both he and the foreigner knew this.

Although Mr. Wang sees the official power as a thorn in his side, he doesn't have the courage to challenge it now. After all, the leader of the Super Working Committee is also a guest of Mr. Meng. If his identity is exposed, he will be lucky if he is not killed.

"Yes, freedom. Long live freedom. Our government can't do this. Most people think they're going to be paralyzed soon, or are already paralyzed."

Howard spoke fluent Chinese, and it was obviously not his first time dealing with Chinese people. There were more than one or two high-level foreign spell masters like him on this ship, and they often had complex identities, acting as brokers or spies between different forces.

At this time, they heard the light and pleasant voices of women. They turned around and saw young girls in green skirts joining the banquet, adding a bit of gorgeous color to the banquet.

"This is the Snail Girl I've been hearing about since uploading."

Howard's eyes showed admiration.

"Don't you think they look... very distinctive?"

"She is very beautiful, but I prefer purer humans."

Mr. Wang shrugged.

"I think it's very interesting. Mr. Meng has a really creative idea. It reminds me of a mermaid."

Zheng Yongliang commented.

These snail girls behaved well in front of the curse masters. Howard took a liking to one of them and soon started to touch her.

After Mr. Wang said goodbye and left, Zheng Yongliang quietly tasted the wine and observed the faces of the spell-binding masters and snail girls; one of them came over, but he declined with a smile.

Unlike Mr. Wang, he doesn't care whether they are "pure humans". The snail girls are all outstanding in appearance, and he can appreciate this kind of weird charm.

But what Zheng Yongliang really likes is the thin and inconspicuous type. Perhaps because of his humble status in the past, women who are too dazzling will make him feel distant.

On the contrary, when he sees those simple, introverted women who are afraid of resistance crying, he feels physically and mentally happy.

For the spell-breaker, psychological pleasure is far more stimulating than physical enjoyment; in this chaotic age without order, once a person possesses power that does not match his or her nature, his or her desires will expand infinitely.

Zheng Yongliang found his target very quickly. He didn't expect that among this group of gorgeous snail girls, there was actually one who stayed at the end and was the type that suited his taste.

but……

"Snapped!"

His outstretched hand was unceremoniously waved away.

Looking at the strange boy who was protecting the snail girl, Zheng Yongliang could no longer maintain his calm smile.

……

On one side is a Class A spell master, and on the other side is a Class C, the gap in strength is too great.

If Chen Yuan is really the protagonist, can he defeat the strong with the weak in this situation?

Cen Dongsheng thought, at least he wouldn't die at the hands of others in the first round.

Therefore, he did not plan to take action right now, because he saw uncontrollable anger from Chen Yuan...

Although it was impossible not to be angry because his sister was being targeted, such clear and pure anger was probably a sign that the power of "Asura Path" had been activated.

Under the watchful eyes of Meng Huafan and Zhang Shidao, will his behavior make people aware of the existence of "Six Paths of Reincarnation"?
Cen Dongsheng took another sip of champagne.

"Oh, I really can't get used to it."

He casually put the wine glass aside and watched the fight from above.

*
Zheng Yongliang was not in a hurry to take action.

He lost face in public, and there were partners or potential opponents watching him. Although he was extremely angry, he did not lose his mind. "Who did you come with?"

"……what are you saying?"

The boy stared at him warily.

"With your strength, you can't even reach this level. Who is supporting you from behind?"

"No one!"

Chen Yuan clenched his teeth.

"Yeah."

Obviously a lie.

But he already had his answer.

No matter who is behind the boy, he will definitely take revenge on the good things he has done. If someone really tries to stop him, we will divide the way and do it according to our own methods.

Zheng Yongliang brushed the dust off his sleeves and spoke slowly.

"One more thing. Mr. Meng called out all his works. Do you know what this means?"

He pointed at the little girl behind Chen Yuan who had never spoken a word.

"They are maids, and it is our right as guests to interact with them."

"I don't care about that. I just know she is my sister and I will take her away with me!"

"Okay, very good. Then I'll show her my skills right in front of you later."

The young man sneered, as if he didn't want to waste any more words, and snapped his fingers.

……

"call."

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment.

He felt as if a gust of wind blew on his face, and then the whole world became dim; when he woke up, he found that he was no longer there, and there was darkness in front of him.

"This is……"

The boy looked around.

At this moment, he heard a magnificent voice descending from the sky, resounding through his ears, as if from a god:
"The guests are all here, and there are a few important people watching from above. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you, it will be over in a moment..."

How could a spell-binding master who hasn't even reached the B-level have the courage to challenge me?
In the bright hall, Zheng Yongliang stretched out his finger and pointed, trapping the opponent in a "dead spot".

In the eyes of others, it was as if the young man disappeared from the spot in an instant; but in fact, he was imprisoned in the Feng Shui illusion by him, and could only be bullied by others.

If this move was used against an opponent of the same level, it would be quickly detected and countered; but as he expected, the opponent was completely unaware of it.

Zheng Yongliang finally felt completely relieved, as he was sure that the other party had no hidden strength and was just a small character who was consistent in appearance and reality.

……

Chen Yuan's panic only lasted for a moment.

He is fifteen years old this year, and it has been just over a year since he officially entered the world of spell masters. In terms of vision and knowledge, he is naturally far inferior to high-level spell masters.

But for some unknown reason, as if it were fate, his journey to find his sister was extremely difficult, so the only thing he had was rich combat experience.

His current rank is "C3"; a year ago, he was still a newcomer, struggling at the bottom. In every battle he faced, he had to "defeat the strong with the weak" in order to survive.

Including this moment.

He didn't know how to dispel the darkness before his eyes; but he knew very well that facing an opponent far stronger than himself, his only chance was now -

Reveal your cards, risk your life, and don't leave yourself a chance to retreat!

The fragments of the Six Paths of Reincarnation were instantly activated, and the boy's aura surged.

His skin began to turn red and crack starting from his collarbone; bone spurs erupted from his spine and penetrated his T-shirt, his shoulder blades expanded like folding knives, and his shins made crisp sounds like bamboo joints were being pulled higher. As his height soared by twenty centimeters, his trouser legs were torn into strips of cloth.

The muscle fibers in Chen Yuan's hands and feet were proliferating and expanding crazily, and earthworm-like dark purple blood vessels protruded from the surface of his skin. His armpits and shoulders had hideous, huge, daunting wounds. However, two brand new strong arms, covered with sticky marks as if they had drilled out of the fetal membrane, pulled open the edges of the wounds and rushed out of his body.

Then, the skin on the boy's forehead began to crack, and what was revealed in the wound was not the white skull, but the pale eyeball, which was spinning around; the upright pupil and the eyes were filled with endless rage.

……

"……what?"

Zheng Yongliang didn't care about the inhuman appearance that the other party suddenly showed. As a top-class spell master, he had seen more exaggerated things than this.

The issue is……

He was stunned by the man's surging aura.

Forbidden item? Or cursed?
There are thousands of ways in the world, all for making people stronger. But what Zheng Yongliang felt from them was that he could touch his own arrogance.

This is the first time I've seen a curse that is powerful enough to span nearly two major levels.

This kid's "transformation" is indeed not simple. Could he be a test subject of some important person?
Zheng Yongliang frowned and made hand gestures.

In the dark territory that belonged to him alone, a green-faced and fanged evil ghost slowly crawled out from the quagmire-like death zone.

……

Chen Yuan himself was surprised.

He discovered that the power in his body was significantly stronger than before; he could feel a resonance taking place in his hands, responding to several nearby beings, and the intensity of the transformation also increased accordingly.

Unfortunately, the boy’s foundation is too weak to fully demonstrate his abilities.

Chen Yuan was surrounded by darkness and could not see the entire banquet hall. After he transformed into the mythical Asura warrior, his senses were greatly enhanced, but they were still not enough to thoroughly understand the Feng Shui field that a top-class curse master was proud of.

The evil spirit was approaching in the darkness, but he was completely unaware of it.

"...Within five steps——"

Chen Yuan closed his eyes, leaving only the vertical pupils on his forehead to observe his surroundings, which finally stopped in a certain direction.

Finally, when the evil ghost pounced in front of him, he realized the presence of the target.

Facing the cold wind blowing in his face, the young man was fearless, only the anger in his heart was burning fiercely.

He opened his left hand, and his palm blossomed with a cross-shaped wound. A pale "blade" formed by the proliferation and splicing of bones in the human body protruded outward.

The sword hit the evil ghost's head.

“Go…die!”

The young Ashura warrior roared and pushed the knife deep into the enemy's neck.

The blood gushing out of the evil ghost's body was like raindrops falling from the sky, splashing on the boy's face.

He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and taste the enemy's blood, and the pupil on his forehead turned scarlet...

(End of this chapter)