Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 99 Transmission of Demonic Sound (5K)

The opponent did not expect that Zhao Rui would ignore his Illusionary Sound Divine Skill and attack him directly.

A look of astonishment flashed across his face, but he moved aside without hesitation.

At the same time, his feet moved like lightning, and he ran out quickly.

Zhao Rui's attack missed, but he saw that his opponent had no intention of fighting him head-on.

Slightly surprised, he quickly caught up with her.

This sudden turn of events shocked Zhao Rui's students. They exchanged glances and then followed after him.

The commotion quickly alerted the security guards and other trainees in the hall, who immediately gave chase.

"What are you chasing?"

"I don't know, I see other people are chasing after them."

"Me too."

"..."

The "waiter" was incredibly fast, seemingly proficient in some kind of magical martial art; his movements were like a phantom, incredibly swift.

A moment later, he darted out of the hall and ran towards the road outside.

His speed was not slow, but Zhao Rui's was no slower either.

The two chased and fled, and in an instant they were a hundred meters apart.

Just then, Inspector Cui and his men caught up with the sound.

The two cunning men exchanged a glance, then suddenly sped up, overtaking the crowd and quickly chasing after Zhao Rui and his companion.

As soon as the "waiter" left Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall, he darted into the alley. In his escape, he paid no attention to what he was doing.

Many passing cars suffered as a result; their roofs were dented by his stomp, almost turning them into convertibles.

Whether the people inside are alive or not is not something he would consider.

The saying "What crime have ants committed, they just happened to be there at the right time" probably illustrates this point.

Zhao Rui wasn't as ruthless as him, so he could only try to avoid the passing vehicles and move to areas with fewer people.

In that brief moment of delay, the two sly-faced men behind them caught up.

Their skills are extremely profound; one of them is estimated to have reached the Grandmaster level.

The two glanced at Zhao Rui sideways, then walked past him without slowing down and followed closely behind.

Looking at the strange aura emanating from the two men as they used their true energy, Zhao Rui knew without a doubt that they were experts sent by the Demonic Sect.

After three chases and one escape, the group soon disappeared from sight.

After chasing for a while, the students looked at each other and stopped.

"Go back now, everyone. We're from the police station, here to arrest a wanted criminal. Don't cause traffic chaos."

The same "treatment" was given to Inspector Cui and others. Although he was also leading a team of experts, they were far inferior to the runners ahead of him.

Needless to say, Inspector Cui, having lived a life of luxury for many years, had long since lost his skills.

If you can't catch up, you can't catch up, but you have to have the right attitude.

After arranging for his men to maintain order, Inspector Cui led several of his team's best fighters and followed the route the group had taken.

Half an hour later, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, the "waiter" stopped and looked back coldly at the two demonic sect experts who had come after him.

"Elder Soul Chaser, you really are a persistent ghost!"

The waiter said coldly, secretly making a hand gesture behind his back.

“Nie Bin, you should know that those who betray the sect will not have a good death. It is not easy for the sect leader to take pity on you. As long as you sincerely repent, the sect leader is willing to let you go.”

The sinister-faced man leading the demonic sect stared menacingly at the "waiter" Nie Bin, his voice low and menacing, like a night owl.

"Who betrayed the faith will be revealed in the future. If you do not wake up now, when our Holy Faith descends, you will surely die without a burial place."

Nie Bin's words drifted out, not only neutralizing Elder Zhuihun's demonic voice, but also continuing to attack the two with lingering power.

"Holy Church? What a load of bull! You're not only stupid, you're a traitor!"

Another, slightly younger member of the demonic sect, upon hearing his words, immediately lost his temper.

With a roar, he resisted the demonic sound attack and unleashed several powerful palm strikes at his opponent.

Nie Bin sneered, waved his hand to push aside the debris beside him, and like flowing stones, he smashed it into the opponent's palm force.

When the two collided, a series of crackling sounds erupted, and the waste scattered and exploded, releasing clouds of dust.

Taking advantage of the opening, Nie Bin leaped onto the roof beam and fled backward.

"Chase!"

The two members of the demonic sect simultaneously leaped into the air and quickly gave chase.

No more than a few seconds after the three left, Zhao Rui appeared on the rooftop and followed them without stopping.

The four chased each other from the city to the suburbs, and then from the suburbs to the towns.

Those members of the Demonic Sect with weaker internal strength gradually fell behind and could no longer keep up with the two in front.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two figures disappeared from sight.

The man wasn't in a hurry; he took out his phone and made a call while running.

"Damn, that little brat is so slippery. Elder, I've lost him."

"Heading due east, I'll send you my location. Be careful."

"Okay, I know!"

After hanging up the phone, the cult leader casually opened a chat app and checked the real-time location sharing.

Zhao Rui wasn't far from him, so how could their conversation escape Tianmo Huanyin's ears?

Hearing their conversation, Zhao Rui was taken aback: "The way you guys are doing this makes me look so low-class!"
Having lived two lives, this is the first time I've ever seen masters of the Demonic Sect sharing a location.

Since they can share, what about the police station...?

Zhao Rui couldn't help but chuckle.

But then I thought about it again, and martial artists are also human. Secular and martial arts have coexisted for so long that many things have become intertwined.

Those who become outstanding individuals are all quick-witted and naturally keep up with the times.

If there's an easier way, only a fool wouldn't use it.

As Zhao Rui was lost in thought, the demonic sect expert who was walking rapidly ahead suddenly stopped and turned around to strike him with a palm strike.

Zhao Rui flicked his finger, unleashing a burst of internal energy that clashed with his opponent's.

Instantly, a burst of energy shot out, producing a muffled thud.

The demonic sect expert's pupils constricted slightly, and he shouted, "Boy, this is none of your business. Go back home obediently."

Zhao Rui narrowed his eyes, his figure blurred, and he directly passed him, using the Soaring Dragon Step to quickly chase after him into the distance.

Damn it, you still have time to chat.

Zhao Rui hates people who are indecisive and pretentious the most. If this Nie Bin gets away, who knows how many people he will harm.

Moreover, as long as this person is not eliminated, he will always be thinking about the matter of the old demon Huanyin.

Seeing that Zhao Rui was ignoring him, he sped up to catch up.

The demonic sect master was furious. He never expected that after so many years of dominating the martial world, a mere youth would dare to disrespect him.

He immediately strode forward and quickly gave chase.

After chasing for only a short while, watching Zhao Rui's figure gradually disappear, his expression changed.

"Whose disciple is this? Their skill is so extraordinary!"

The demonic sect expert's eyes darted around, and he subtly slowed his pace.

The three people in front of him were not people he could mess with.

Instead of rushing to be at the bottom, it's better to wait and see if you can become a fisherman.

As the golden crows gradually return to their nests, the crimson flames burn away the evening glow.

Night quietly fell over the Longshang Plain. Nie Bin, after all, was injured and had persisted for so long, but finally could no longer maintain this demonic technique that depleted his vital essence.

His movements gradually slowed down.

Upon seeing this, Elder Zhuihun's magical power suddenly surged, instantly closing the distance between the two.

Then, with a somersault, he suddenly flew over the other person's head and blocked Nie Bin's path.

He was a master of the Grandmaster realm, and his inner strength had long been transformed into true qi. With the bridge between heaven and earth opened, true qi continuously surged from his dantian.

Unless injured or depleted, there is generally no situation where there is a lack of true qi.

Compared to martial artists of higher ranks, they are completely incomparable.

This is also one of the reasons why Grandmaster-level martial artists can crush ordinary martial artists.

"Nie Bin, surrender now."

Elder Zhuihun turned around to look at Nie Bin with a solemn expression, showing no joy at having caught up with him.

"Elder Peng, our master's skills are extraordinary and he will not disappear so easily. When he returns to the world, it will be the time for our Demonic Sect to sweep across the world."

"You have to think about it!"

Nie Bin said with a cold expression.

"Boy, your bewitching methods are useless against me. The sect leader's decree is to kill you without mercy."

Elder Peng Yuanshan's expression darkened, and his tone grew increasingly cold.

"Do you really want to fight to the death? If you push me too far, don't blame me for taking you down with me!"

"You're quite arrogant. You have absolutely no understanding of the power of a Grandmaster."

Peng Yuanshan's eyes flashed like lightning, and suddenly a black light flashed in his eyes, and a mental shock attacked Nie Bin's forehead.

Nie Binwei remained fearless, and with a single open mouth, a silent sound wave emanated outwards.

Like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples.

This silent sound wave was clearly above the frequency that the human ear can hear.

In an instant, the news flooded into Peng Yuanshan's ears.

Peng Yuanshan's heart skipped a beat, his mental attack faltered, and he looked at Nie Bin with a serious expression.

"The martial arts taught by the envoy are indeed extraordinary. But you should know that my internal energy is inexhaustible. How many moves can you withstand?"

"Why don't you pass on this martial art to me, and I will cover for you?"

Peng Yuanshan's eyes revealed a greedy look.

He came here on orders, not without the intention of secretly learning this divine skill.

"Do you keep your word?"

"Of course." "Alright, I'll pass it on to you, just listen."

"At this?"

Peng Yuanshan was surprised that Nie Bin agreed so readily and immediately looked around in astonishment.

"The Path of the Heavenly Demon: From the Dao arises the Demonic Intent, and the Intent shakes Heaven and Earth..."

"you……"

Peng Yuanshan never expected him to read it aloud so readily, so he quickly focused his mind and listened intently.

I was afraid of missing a single word.

Just then, Zhao Rui, who had been chasing after them, also heard the demonic sound from afar.

The Enchanting Immortal Technique and the Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound Technique operated simultaneously, instantly splitting the true essence within his body into two separate paths, each occupying a portion of his meridians.

Like a gentle stream, it slowly resisted the invasion of the demonic sound.

Zhao Rui was then taken aback to discover a problem he had been ignoring all along.

That is, different cultivation techniques can coexist peacefully within his body.

There was no phenomenon of mutual generation or restraint of the techniques or disorder of internal energy.

This might be the biggest trump card the system has given him.

If it's just a matter of copying martial arts techniques, different martial arts techniques will produce different internal energy and true qi.

For example, the Fiery Palm and the Frosty Palm, one is fire attribute and the other is ice attribute.

For an ordinary person to perform these two techniques, they must possess the corresponding internal energy.

But how can one person possess both ice-attribute and fire-attribute internal energy?

Even if they exist, if they are activated simultaneously, it will inevitably cause internal energy disorder and lead to qi deviation.

But Zhao Rui can.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a possibility instantly came to mind.

That is the internal skill or internal energy generated by the advancement points given to him by the system, which is naturally attribute-free.

It can also be described as a variable property.

This allows him to freely switch between different techniques and use martial arts with different internal energy foundations at any time.

This discovery filled Zhao Rui with joy.

However, this joy was fleeting and he suppressed it.

The timing was wrong; this wasn't the time to think about such things. He quickly composed himself and listened intently to the demonic voice emanating from Nie Bin in the distance.

After a while, another expert from the Demonic Sect also came into view.

He also remained silent, sitting cross-legged to resist the demonic sounds while eavesdropping on the incantation.

"The sound is like the fierce winds of the nine heavens tearing silk, or the miasma of the nine abysses freezing in the throat..."

He used the Emperor's tears of hatred to temper the bell, gathered the Buddha's relics to make the chime, and refined the seven emotions of hell to create the musical scales, thus achieving the wondrous meaning…

The eerie words, like the whispers of demons emerging from the deepest abyss, were uttered faintly from Nie Bin's mouth.

How could Peng Yuanshan not notice the arrival of the person behind him?

The best way to enjoy divine skills is to keep them to yourself.

But he was in a dilemma, having to resist the demonic sound while also being reluctant to give up the magical method.

They were completely powerless to drive away the people behind them.

This might be Nie Bin's calculated move.

The demonic sound can be blocked, but will you listen to the incantation containing that demonic sound?
If you listen to it, you will be disturbed by the demonic sound.

You won't listen? It's a seductive, tempting sound; can you resist the desires in your heart?

Peng Yuanshan felt his blood gradually boiling, as if a relentless heat was surging from his limbs and bones.

He quickly activated his demonic cultivation technique to resist the intense heat.

However, those in the Demonic Sect are inherently eager to achieve quick results in their studies, and most of them progress very quickly, but their foundation is unstable.

In terms of defense, they are inherently somewhat lacking.

His distraction not only had little effect, but also diverted his attention, causing him to miss many techniques.

Peng Yuanshan harbored deep resentment, having already imagined tearing Nie Bin apart countless times in his heart.

Unfortunately, cursing was useless; all he could do was try his best to suppress the demonic thoughts and patiently record the divine skills and secret techniques.

Zhao Rui, who was listening from a distance, frowned after a while.

This guy is just like his master.

They'll pull these kinds of ear-piercing tricks.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Skill was perfectly good, but they had to make it so low-level.

Moreover, this guy is even more dishonest; of the techniques he talks about, three parts are true, three parts are false, and a few parts are just rambling.

Such a simple method should have been easily detected by the elders of the Demonic Sect.

However, this guy used the Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound Technique to speak, and under such circumstances, even the elders of the Demonic Sect couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood for the time being.

Just as Zhao Rui was hesitating whether to interrupt the other party's spellcasting in advance to solve the problem once and for all, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from not far away.

"The police are here!"

Zhao Rui quickly sat down cross-legged, pretending to resist the demonic sound.

A short while later, four cars sped over.

As soon as the people inside got out of the car, before they even got close to Nie Bin, they felt a strange, mesmerizing sound resounding in their minds.

The police officers instantly became intoxicated, swaying and unable to stand steadily.

A few with advanced skills were able to maintain their balance, but they still had to sit cross-legged and use their internal energy to defend themselves.

Intuitively, this demonic sound not only contained a hidden attack on the soul, but also carried a trace of profound mystery.

It's like a divine martial arts technique.

A quick-witted person would immediately think of one possibility—this person knew he was doomed and was preparing to pass on his skills before he died.

We must not let these secret techniques and divine skills be lost!

"Demon Sound Embraces Bones!"

Suddenly, Nie Bin shouted, and waves of sound surged into everyone's minds like a tide.

A mysterious musical note suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.

"not good!"

Peng Yuanshan was shocked and hurriedly gathered all the true energy in his dantian, frantically unleashing his soul attack technique.

To fight against this terrifying mental attack.

"puff"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning pale, and his already sinister face became even more hideous.

If even a Grandmaster-level expert is like this, let alone others.

The later demonic cult masters were already unconscious.

As for the patrolmen, although they heard little and arrived late, their skills were also weak.

They were all in a panic, like headless flies.

They couldn't hold on for long before they swayed and collapsed, and no one could stand anymore.

"Elder Cui, greed knows no bounds, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Haha, until we meet again!"

"I believe that when we meet again, your divine skills will have reached their peak!"

After Nie Bin finished speaking, he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and fled into the distance.

Half an hour later, after speeding all the way, Nie Bin felt that he had left everyone behind.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing a village house with flickering lights not far ahead, he couldn't help but chuckle sinisterly, "A narrow escape from death is sure to bring good fortune, haha, I'm going to find a couple of women to nourish myself later."

"You really deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice slowly rang in his ears.

Transmit a message into a secret?

"Who?"

Nie Bin became alarmed and on guard, looking around intently.

In the hazy darkness of night, a young figure slowly walked over from not far to the east.

Although his steps were slow, the distance he covered changed extremely quickly; in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him.

"It's you?"

Nie Bin was stunned. The person who came was the same one who had seen through him at the Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall.

"Who are you? Why are you picking on me?"

Nie Bin narrowed his eyes and asked in a cold voice.

"Who I am is not important; what matters is who you are!"

Zhao Rui's eyes suddenly widened, and he uttered several obscure and difficult-to-understand musical notes.

The sound was like metal clashing, or like a file scraping the bottom of a pot; it was nauseating and unpleasant to hear.

"How could you be a demon... Ah!"

Nie Bin was struck dumb, clutching his head and twisting wildly.

The demonic energy within his body seemed to be out of control, surging and flowing through his meridians.

He hurriedly used all his strength to desperately suppress the demonic sound from entering his body, and staggered as he ran away into the distance.

Zhao Rui stared at him coldly, but did not make a move.

Instead, he followed closely, continuing to use the demonic sound to trigger the hidden injuries and deficiencies in his internal energy cultivation.

If it were someone else dealing with Nie Bin, who possesses the Heavenly Demon Illusion God Technique, it would be extremely difficult.

However, to Zhao Rui, his Heavenly Demon Illusionary Sound Technique was like a pearl in the dark night, full of flaws.

"Spare me! Spare me!"

Nie Bin's face was contorted, and he could no longer speak clearly.

(End of this chapter)