I'm modifying myself into the ultimate demon.

Chapter 35 Evil Manipulation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Not only was Chen Mo terrified, but Chen Yinfu, who was standing next to him, was also so frightened that his face turned pale.

The servants who were collecting the corpses nearby were also terrified when they saw this scene. They stopped what they were doing, ran to a distance, and looked at Liu Mazi with trembling eyes.

"Father, step back!"

Chen Mo immediately pulled Chen Yinfu behind him to protect him, then shouted at the surrounding servants, "Scatter! Don't go near him!"

Upon hearing Chen Mo's words, the servants scattered and kept their distance from Liu Mazi.

"Uncle Zhou, step back too. Lend me your knife." Chen Mo moved closer to Zhou Liang and took the knife from his hand.

Chen Mo knew very well that no matter what happened to Liu Mazi, he had to be killed tonight.

Zhou Liang looked horrified. "Just now, Liu Mazi had a huge hole punched in his forehead, yet he can still stand up and kill people. This is very unusual. He's probably under some kind of evil spell. Second Young Master, you must be very careful."

"I know."

Chen Mo, carrying a knife, approached Liu Mazi step by step.

With each step forward, Chen Mo grew more wary. He stopped when he was about ten meters away from Liu Mazi.

Although the lighting in the training ground was poor, Chen Mo was still able to see Liu Mazi's appearance thanks to his exceptional eyesight.

His face was ashen, devoid of any color. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and his limbs were stiff, making him appear unconscious.

Even so, Chen Mo was still very surprised.

He knew this world was rife with strange and bizarre practices, full of all sorts of evil arts. But how could a person stand up after having a huge hole punched in their head?

This is simply too absurd.

Although Chen Mo boasted that he could take on three Liu Mazi, he still felt a chill run down his spine at this moment.

Just then——

click!
Liu Mazi suddenly looked up, his eyes turning bloodshot as he scanned the entire room before fixing on Chen Mo.

He seemed to be able to see Chen Mo.

The next moment, Liu Mazi, carrying a soft sword, rushed towards Chen Mo.

The speed was so fast that it was even faster than when Liu Mazi was alive.

This startled Chen Mo.

Fortunately, Chen Mo was skilled and remained calm. He raised his sword and slashed forward fiercely.

The fourth move of the Fuyang Saber Technique: Breaking the Spring Night!

Suddenly, with a "clang," Chen Mo's hand went numb from the shock. He thought to himself: He's stronger and more agile than when he was alive.

Before Chen Mo could catch his breath, Liu Mazi changed direction with his soft sword, thrusting it straight at Chen Mo like a snake. It was fast and ruthless, and the sword made a piercing buzzing sound as it vibrated.

Chen Mo dared not be careless in the slightest and unleashed another swift and fierce strike, Breaking Spring Night.

Swords clashed, and the two separated once more.

Seeing Liu Mazi block his attacks twice, Chen Mo's blood boiled. He wielded his broadsword and unleashed a flurry of slashes, while Liu Mazi nimbly maneuvered with his soft sword.

In an instant, snowflakes fluttered down in the martial arts arena under the cover of night, swords flashed and shadows danced, and thunderous explosions were heard from time to time.

Although the broadsword was powerful, the flexible sword was highly elastic, and through bending and shaking, it had an excellent effect of dissipating force. For a time, Chen Mo was unable to subdue Liu Mazi.

What horrified Chen Mo the most was that Liu Mazi was fearless and didn't even seem to feel pain. Despite having over a dozen conspicuous wounds on his body from Chen Mo's blade, and having bled profusely, he ignored them and continued fighting desperately.

This reckless fighting style put a lot of pressure on Chen Mo.

Liu Mazi was willing to risk his life, but I wasn't.

"This guy is very strange; we can't drag this out. We must finish this quickly."

Chen Mo felt a strong sense of unease and dared not delay. Nor did he dare to seek absolute safety. Taking advantage of the gap when the opponent's soft sword thrust diagonally, Chen Mo only managed to dodge about 70-80% of the attack before slashing at the opponent's neck with a backhand strike of his own sword, "Breaking Spring Night".

puff!

A scalding hot human head suddenly detached from the neck, flew four or five meters into the air, and then crashed into the snow, rolling several times before coming to a stop. A trail of blood was left in its wake.

In his pursuit of a quick victory, Chen Mo abandoned a completely safe fighting style, resulting in a sizable sword wound to his chest from the soft sword. Fortunately, the wound wasn't large, and Chen Mo intentionally avoided vital points, preventing any injury to his bones or tendons. All of this was within Chen Mo's calculations.

call!
Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Liu Mazi's headless corpse lie stiffly in the snow.

He thought that since his head was gone, he probably couldn't stand up anymore.

After staring at the headless corpse for a moment and seeing that it still didn't react, Chen Mo turned around and called over Ma Tie, "Ma Tie, go collect the body..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo couldn't continue, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He heard a sound coming from the snow behind him.

Turning around abruptly, he was shocked to see Liu Mazi, who had lost his head, rushing towards him at full speed.

It was even faster than before, as if it could see itself, and the direction of the attack did not deviate at all.

Chen Mo was immediately filled with an indescribable sense of horror.

"Playing tricks, let's see how long you can keep this up!" A fierce glint appeared in Chen Mo's heart. Without saying a word, he rushed forward with the steps of the Fuyang Blade Technique. When he was close to the opponent's soft sword, he shifted his body to the side and, at the cost of suffering another minor injury to his chest, stabbed Liu Mazi through the chest with a single stroke.

Even so, Chen Mo did not stop. He pushed the other person's body backward for more than ten steps, pinning him hard against the pine tree. Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the century-old pine tree shook violently, and the snow on the branches slid off with a "crackling" sound.

After the attack, Chen Mo took three steps back, staring intently at Liu Mazi, who had lost his head.

Just then, Ma Tie's voice came from behind, "Young Master, watch out behind you!"

What else is behind us?
Chen Mo didn't react for a moment, but he knew Ma Tie wouldn't remind him for no reason, so he turned around to look. He then saw Liu Mazi's head rolling rapidly on the snow, rushing towards him. When it got close, it suddenly sprang up more than two meters from the ground, opened its big mouth, and bit straight at Chen Mo's neck.

"grass……"

Chen Mo was genuinely frightened, but fortunately, his martial arts instincts had formed muscle memory, and he immediately struck the head that was being launched at him with a palm.

Scorching Sun Poison!
Stab it!

The fire poison erupted, leaving a charred palm print on the face of the severed head, which also emitted a burnt smell. Then it slumped limply to the ground and remained motionless.

Still not entirely at ease, Chen Mo stomped on the head, turning it into a rotten watermelon. The foul-smelling brain matter splattered all over the ground.

Just then, there was another commotion behind him. Chen Mo turned around and saw that the headless Liu Mazi had actually pulled out a long knife and was slashing fiercely at Chen Mo.

It can still move?
And how could it accurately attack me if it had no head?

Suppressing his doubts, Chen Mo dodged Liu Mazi's knife by sidestepping it, and then unleashed his Fiery Palm, striking Liu Mazi's chest hard with his Fiery Sun Poison.

呲~
A series of crackling sounds rang out as fried meat was grilled.

As the scorching sun poison continued to be injected into Liu Mazi's body, he seemed to be subjected to some kind of enormous stimulation. His hands and feet began to stiffen and tremble uncontrollably. In no time, he seemed to lose all his life force, and finally collapsed limply to the ground.

Apart from her hands and feet still twitching stiffly, she had no strength left to resist.

Chen Mo looked at his bright red right palm and muttered to himself, "It seems that Liu Mazi was controlled by evil magic, which is why he is not dead but still attacks me like a madman. And the Blazing Sun Poison is just the right thing to do to suppress evil spirits, which is why I was able to defeat him completely."

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end, we still have to rely on the Fiery Palm.

Other martial arts techniques are fine for dealing with bandits, but useless against evil spirits. Even with strong qi and blood, one can only intimidate small ghosts; they are ineffective against powerful ones.

Fortunately, I had visited the Lei Family Martial Arts School beforehand and learned this martial art.

Otherwise, tonight might not end so easily.

Although this is a martial art of Black Mountain Stronghold and cannot be passed on to outsiders, fortunately, this is their own territory, and with the night deep in the darkness, as long as Liu Mazi's corpse is disposed of, no one will know that they used the Fiery Palm.

Then the problem is coming.

Why did Liu Mazi, after being possessed by an evil spirit, only target himself?
This is really scary.

Who is using evil magic against me from behind?

Chen Mo suddenly remembered something Liu Mazi had said to Lu Wei before... and his scalp tingled.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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