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Chapter 88, 103: Great Horror! Zuo Lengchan's Decision! [Requesting Monthly Tickets!]

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Hearing the ethereal whispers that seemed to come from both the farthest reaches of the world and yet were also right beside him, the Whiteboard Demon snorted coldly:
"When my name was being used to scare children, you were still in your mother's womb, boy! You think you can do anything with mere magic tricks and illusions..."

Before the words were finished, a terrified cry came from the dense forest on the right:
"He's over here!"

"No, it's on my side!"

"No, he's with me..."

"What? Why are they everywhere?"

what--

Amid the gasps of alarm, a scream suddenly rang out, and no one knew what had happened to the person.

This scream undoubtedly exacerbated the panic.

The unorthodox masters who had been lying in ambush in the forest dared not remain in the dense woods that seemed to be filled with ghostly figures any longer, and rushed out of the forest one after another.

Soon, a masked man in black rushed out of the woods in a panic.

But after taking only two steps out of the woods, a long whip suddenly flew out from the forest, coiling around his neck like a snake, and with a whoosh, it pulled the man in black back into the woods.

Before being pulled back, the man in black only had time to look at the Whiteboard Demon with a desperate gaze, reach out his hand, and make a gesture of pleading for help.

The blank-board demon's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't make any move.

As the art of war says, "Never enter a forest."

Although our side had set up an ambush in the forest first, it was clear that the increasingly dark and gloomy forest, shrouded in twilight and rain, had become the enemy's territory.

How many tricks can a master of magic and illusion perform in the misty, dark forest?
Entering the forest at this time would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

"Everyone, come out and gather around me!"

The Whiteboard Demon Star gathered his energy and let out a long roar, pointing the way for the unorthodox masters in the forest.

Judging from the commotion coming from the forest, the unorthodox masters lying in ambush were indeed running towards the edge of the forest, and the Whiteboard Demon even caught a glimpse of the figures.

but.

Even as the screams and footsteps in the forest gradually faded away, not a single person in black managed to escape the dense forest.

When the woods returned to silence.

All the blank canvas could hear was the soft patter of rain.

He stared intently at the misty, dense forest, droplets of liquid seeping from his hair and trickling down his forehead and cheeks—it was hard to tell if it was rain or cold sweat.

There are eighteen skilled unorthodox practitioners in the woods.

One of them was his disciple, Qinghai Yixiao.

So many skilled fighters, and they were all wiped out in just a short time?

Looking at the dark, dense forest that seemed to lead straight to the underworld, the Whiteboard Demon was filled with fear and had already begun to consider retreating.

But that's it.

Light footsteps sounded.

An oil-paper umbrella came into his view.

Under the umbrella, the boy in black embraced the girl in yellow by the slender waist, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll in the woods.

The Whiteboard Demon stared intently at the two people under the umbrella, but could no longer believe his eyes.

He felt that the two figures shrouded in mist in the rain opposite him seemed to become increasingly ethereal and illusory, as if they might turn into rain and mist at any moment and be dispersed by the wind.

After a long silence, he finally asked in a hoarse voice:

"What exactly... methods did you use?"

"A little magic trick."

Lu Chen said calmly:

"Of course, it's also because they are really not skilled enough, otherwise my magic trick wouldn't have been able to go so smoothly."

Zuo Lengchan did indeed gather quite a few unorthodox masters.

However, the skills of most unorthodox masters are only slightly better than those of Tian Boguang and Mu Gaofeng, and some are even slightly inferior.

Otherwise, if Tian Boguang and Mu Gaofeng could roam the martial world freely on their own, why would those unorthodox masters hide their identities and secretly seek refuge with Zuo Lengchan to make a living?
In terms of the number of enemies, could anyone have more than Tian Boguang?
In terms of reputation, who could be more infamous than Mu Gaofeng?
Therefore, these unorthodox masters who could not be included in the "Thirteen Protectors of Songshan" actually had very limited real skills, and could only rely on their numbers and strength.

Lu Chen remembered that during the battle at the ruined temple, Ning Zhongze faced off against the unorthodox masters under the Songshan Sect. At first, he was able to fight two opponents at once without being at a disadvantage, until a third person joined in and he was defeated, but he also managed to injure one of them.

Yue Buqun first fought against four opponents without being at a disadvantage, and then fought against eight opponents, injuring four of them before finally giving up and being defeated due to injuries.

Even in a direct confrontation, a master of unorthodox methods at this level would only make Lu Chen put in more effort.

If Rong'er hadn't wanted to see him perform magic tricks and thought it was more fun that way, he could have just charged into the crowd and unleashed his full power.

now.

The Whiteboard Killer felt a chill run down his spine when he saw that Lu Chen and his companion had not even been damaged, their clothes were perfectly intact, and there was not a single bloodstain.

The eighteen unorthodox masters in the forest, who joined forces, were so formidable that even he had to temporarily avoid their attacks, but now they have all died silently and without a trace.

Whether it's magic or skill, that young man is definitely not someone he can handle.

"Old Zuo really found me a great deal!"

The Whiteboard Demon thought to himself, gritted his teeth, and suddenly took off his raincoat, throwing it at Lu Chen. Countless hidden weapons shot out from the raincoat, heading straight for Lu Chen and Huang Rong.

Those hidden weapons were all three inches long, one finger wide, and as thin as paper—willow-leaf throwing knives.

He had concealed over a hundred throwing knives inside his straw raincoat.

It could have been used for a long time, but now it's all been used up at once.

After throwing the flying knife, the Whiteboard Fiend did not take the opportunity to escape—having witnessed Lu Chen's unpredictable movements firsthand, he no longer had the confidence to run away from Lu Chen.

So he took out a firework signal tube, pulled the fuse sharply, and a flame shot into the sky, exploding into a dazzling display of fireworks in the twilight.

Now, the only hope for survival is to summon the main force led by Zuo Lengchan!

Just as the Whiteboard Killer emitted its fireworks signal.

Lu Chen held up the oil-paper umbrella in front of him, shielding him and Huang Rong.

Then the umbrella suddenly spun, and droplets of crystal-clear water flew off from the edge of the umbrella. The flying knives that were aimed at the two of them were also deflected by the umbrella in a flurry of splashing sounds.

A paper umbrella to deflect a flying knife?

Seeing this, the Whiteboard Demon's eyes twitched.

Although his throwing knives were light and thin, and he threw so many at once, each knife wasn't particularly powerful, and they might not even be able to break a person's bones, they were still throwing knives forged from fine steel.

Lu Chen actually blocked all the flying knives with just an oil-paper umbrella, and the umbrella surface was not even damaged in one place!
This kid is not only highly skilled in swordsmanship and has unpredictable movements, but his internal energy is also so profound!

Fortunately, at that moment, he could faintly hear the sound of clothes being torn apart, coming from below the mountain path.

very good!

Old Zuo is coming soon, I'm saved!

Just as I was thinking this...

Lu Chen, having reopened his umbrella, glanced down the mountain path. Then, he smiled slightly at the Whiteboard Demon and said:
"Thank you for summoning Alliance Leader Zuo for me. To express my gratitude... I will personally see you off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chen's figure suddenly disappeared from under the umbrella.

The umbrella handle fell into Huang Rong's hands.

The Whiteboard Demon's pupils suddenly dilated, and his figure spun rapidly like a whirlwind. At the same time, he swung his cane and, without thinking twice, unleashed a move called "Night Battle in All Directions," blasting dozens of blows in all directions.

In an instant, he was surrounded by countless staff shadows, and the sound of them cutting through the air was like thunder.

boom!
As the Whiteboard Demon's hardwood cane struck from behind, a low, explosive sound rang out, and at the same time, a tremendous force came from the cane, making his fingers and palms numb, and the cane almost flew out of his hand.

Meanwhile, the Whiteboard Demon, whose body spun with the attack of the cane, also saw clearly what Lu Chen, who appeared behind him out of nowhere, was using to clash with his cane.

Lu Chen actually used his palm!

At this moment, the blank-board devil just wanted to curse.

Although the cane had no sharp edge, it was made of tough wood and had a copper band around the top. With his skill, he could easily shatter a bull's skull with a casual strike, yet Lu Chen was able to block it with his bare hands!

This is not just a matter of profound skill; this kid has probably also practiced some superior external martial arts!
Swordsmanship, lightness skill, internal energy, physical training...

He looks to be under twenty. How could someone so young possibly be so proficient in so many skills?

What kind of monster is this?

While cursing under his breath, the Whiteboard Demon King mustered all his strength, his cane once again conjuring up numerous shadows, stirring up a fierce gust of wind, and launched a furious attack on Lu Chen.

With his left hand behind his back, Lu Chen used only his right hand to unleash the "Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm," casually striking and deflecting the attacks. Amidst the resounding bangs, he easily caught the Whiteboard Fiend Star's cane attack with his bare hands once again.

This is the result of his "skin refining" of his sword body these past few days.

According to his calculations, if he could only successfully refine one finger in one night, it would take at least ten nights to successfully refine the entire hand.

He then calculated the area of ​​skin on his fingers and roughly calculated the area of ​​skin on his whole body. Upon comparison, he was astonished to find that if his skill had not improved significantly, it would probably take four or five years of painstaking effort to successfully "refine" his whole body's skin.

Of course, during this period, his skill will definitely continue to improve, and his skin-refining efficiency will gradually increase, but he will probably still need to patiently hone his skills for three or four years.

He had originally prepared himself mentally for a long period of training.

But unexpectedly, this "skin refining" had a snowball effect.

After he successfully refined the skin of the third finger on his right hand, the tempering process accelerated dramatically. In just four nights, his entire right hand was successfully tempered.

Now, his right hand is still somewhat unable to withstand the sharp blade reinforced with the true qi of a master, but when the true qi is poured into his palm, it is no problem to directly confront the blunt weapon wielded by a master of the level of Whiteboard Killer.

After dozens of collisions.

Not only did the Whiteboard Demon fail to break through Lu Chen's defenses, but his own hand was also shattered by the impact, causing his fingers and palm to ache terribly. If he were hit a few more times, his cane might slip from his hand!

Fortunately, at that moment, Zuo Lengchan's voice came:
"Haha, well done, bro!"

However, he saw the Whiteboard Demon Star wielding his staff and attacking wildly. Although Lu Chen did not show any signs of defeat, he could only parry and block under his frenzied attacks. He thought that the ambush of more than twenty unorthodox masters and the Whiteboard Demon Star had greatly depleted Lu Chen's power, and he might even have suffered internal injuries, so his strength had been greatly reduced.

Zuo Lengchan was overjoyed and led the Ten Great Protectors of Songshan to fly swiftly towards the battlefield, eager to join the siege.

Just then, Lu Chen nodded slightly to the whiteboard demon:

"Now that the Left Alliance Leader has arrived in person, it is time for you to set off."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly changed his palm technique to a sword finger, and his index and middle fingers stabbed out with a speed that was beyond the imagination of the Whiteboard Demon Star. Like a sudden flash of lightning in a rainy night, it passed through his cane and gently touched his neck.

puff!
A soft sound.

The blank-board demon froze, a flash of despair crossing his eyes.

At the same time, Zuo Lengchan finally arrived and, without saying a word, unleashed a powerful "Great Songyang Palm" strike, slamming it into Lu Chen's back.

When the palm strike was unleashed, a chilling wind howled forth, and wherever it passed, even the rain seemed to freeze!
It is Zuo Lengchan's unique skill, the Frostbite True Qi!

Zuo Lengchan's Great Songyang Palm, imbued with icy power, came with great force, but Lu Chen remained calm and composed. The sword finger that had just struck the throat of the Whiteboard Fiend Star transformed into a palm strike, and he struck back with a palm.

The dragon swung its tail!

Bang!
Amidst the deafening explosion, their palms clashed violently, the powerful gust of wind blasting the rainwater around their hands into a cavity several feet in diameter, completely extinguishing any remaining raindrops. The rainwater around the cavity, swept by the icy palm wind, transformed into tiny ice particles that scattered and flew in all directions.

However, Zuo Lengchan's palm strike, delivered with all his might and with unwavering determination, did not inflict the severe injury on Lu as he had anticipated.

After a brief moment of tension between their palms, another wave of palm force erupted, creating a powerful gust of wind that shattered the rainwater that had just filled the previous cavity into mist. Zuo Lengchan was finally jolted and slid backward.

He slid backward for about ten feet in one breath, his feet carving two straight tracks in the rain-soaked mountain path before he could barely regain his balance.

Lu Chen simply took one step forward and stood firmly on his feet.

Although Zuo Lengchan's "Frosty Great Songyang Palm" is domineering, it is still no match for Lu Chen's only skill that he has worked hard to master, "Divine Dragon Tail Swing".

Then he turned around leisurely, looked at Zuo Lengchan and the ten Songshan Taibao behind him, and said calmly:

"Leader Zuo is taking so long, I'm getting a little impatient."

It was only at this moment that Zuo Lengchan was shocked to realize that the Whiteboard Demon who had just been fighting Lu Chen so fiercely had a shallow bloodstain on his throat!
A mountain breeze blew by.

The blank-board demon's stiff body swayed slightly, and with a thud, it collapsed to the ground.

This wicked man who could stop children from crying at night actually died so easily!
"..."

Cold sweat gradually seeped from Zuo Lengchan's forehead, which was soaked by the rain.

He finally realized that the situation was different from what he had expected.

The signal from the Whiteboard Killer Star was not that they had successfully depleted Lu Chen's power, or even caused him internal injuries, but rather that they were calling for them to come and reap the rewards.

Instead, he himself couldn't hold on any longer and needed Zuo Lengchan to save the day!
Looking at the fallen Whiteboard Killer, and then at the mountain path behind Lu Chen, one sees only a girl in a yellow dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing gracefully in the twilight and rain. Not far away, three black-clad, masked corpses lie prostrate.

The others were nowhere to be found.

Ran?

Or...did they all die in the forest?
But Lu Chen didn't bring his sword, did he?
To prevent him from taking the sword, none of the unorthodox masters led by the White-Ban Killer used swords; half used knives, and the other half used various strange weapons.

Even so, he still managed to wipe out everyone, including the Whiteboard Killer.

Thinking back to the fierce palm strike Lu Chen had delivered during their exchange, which was even more powerful than his own, Zuo Lengchan knew that the information he had was still incomplete.

Lu Chen is indeed exceptionally skilled with a sword, but even without a sword, he is an extremely formidable and peerless master!
But now that things have come to this, Zuo Lengchan has no way out.

Lu Chen ultimately had no sword in his hand.

Zuo Lengchan carried a sword, and all ten of the Songshan Sect's top bodyguards also had their own weapons.

Lu Chen killed Bai Ban Sha Xing and twenty-one other unorthodox masters. Zuo Lengchan did not believe that his power had not been depleted.

That being the case...

Zuo Lengchan drew his longsword, pointing the tip at Lu Chen:
"The fate of Mount Song rests on this battle! Kill!"

As an ambitious and ruthless leader, Zuo Lengchan was indeed cunning, but in critical moments, he was also capable of making desperate and all-or-nothing decisions.

With a sharp whistle, Zuo Lengchan took the lead and flew towards Lu Chen.

At the same time, he secretly made a hand gesture with his left hand. "Great Yin-Yang Hand" Le Hou understood and, along with "Divine Whip" Deng Bagong and "Golden-haired Lion" Gao Kexin, rushed towards Huang Rong on the mountain path behind them.

While taking a gamble is one thing, Zuo Lengchan wouldn't refuse a good opportunity to capture hostages for coercion.

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