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The figure that had barged in was instantly twisted to pieces by the monstrous strength of the two burly men, with pieces of wood and metal scattering all over the ground.

Hmm? Wood chips and metal scraps?

The dark-skinned, thin man suddenly became alert, brandishing his double-headed horn-bladed sword. A burst of dark light spread out to protect his entire body, and he opened his mouth to shout at his two subordinates.

Unfortunately, he was too late; it was too late to warn the two burly men.

Just then, in front of another window that shattered at the same time but was empty, Zhu Mingyao's figure quietly appeared, holding a peach wood cane. He was pointing at the two burly men on the ground with the cane while throwing out a roll of wire.

"The central Earth element, its color is dark yellow! It bears the mountains and rivers, and brings peace to all directions!"

As the boy chanted, the two burly men who were about to get up and continue their attack suddenly felt a weight on them, as if their weight had suddenly increased several times. Then, they were pressed to the ground by an invisible force and could no longer move. Immediately afterward, the activated wire slithered up like a snake and bound the two men's hands and feet tightly.

【Illusionary Transformation】Combined with 【Object Substitution Technique】!

A feint to the east while attacking in the west! And a deceptive maneuver, feigning one move while secretly advancing another!

This was the tactic Zhu Mingyao had planned since he started attacking the barrier!

The kidnappers fell for it as expected. Zhu Mingyao glanced at the thin, dark-skinned man who was standing guard with a knife drawn, and thought to himself, "What a pity."

The [Earth-based Suppression Technique] was originally prepared for this guy, but I didn't expect his two subordinates to be so swift and skillful. The broken chair that I picked up in the yard to use for transforming into a fake body was instantly dismantled into pieces.

A fighter of this caliber poses too great a threat to ordinary spellcasters in an indoor environment, so we have no choice but to deliver the goods to their home and take them down first.

The dark-skinned, thin man stared fiercely at the boy and barked at him a few times.

Zhu Mingyao rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "Where did this savage language come from? Who the hell can understand it?"

Upon hearing the other party speak in Commonwealth, the thin, dark-skinned man froze for a moment, then realized what was happening and stammered in Commonwealth, "You, I, know, who, is it? How dare, offend..."

Before he could finish speaking, his expression changed, and he suddenly turned around, raising his double-headed ox-horn sword to block the silent stab from behind by the sword-wielding ghost soldier.

He spat out a cloud of black smoke, sending the Yin soldiers flying. Then, with a side leap, he awkwardly dodged a streak of fire shot from Zhu Mingyao's staff. At this moment, the dark-skinned, thin man was filled with rage.

Relying on his family background, he acted almost like a local tyrant in his hometown, always arrogant and domineering, treating ordinary people like dirt. He had only asked a couple of questions patiently because he saw that the young man had considerable magical power. He never expected that the other party would attack without saying a word. He felt that he had lost face and was extremely angry.

"You are no match for me in subduing ghosts and spirits; you heretical sorcerers, die!"

The dark-skinned, thin man spat out a few words in anger, then raised his double-headed ox-horn knife and swung it heavily at the large table where the statue of the god was enshrined!

With a wave of his hand, the two bloody, fresh cow heads on the table instantly shriveled up, as if all the flesh and blood had been drained away in an instant, leaving only a layer of dry, withered, blackish-yellow cowhide tightly stretched over the skulls. Suddenly, a glimmer of light flew out from each of the four empty eye sockets and rushed towards Zhu Mingyao.

"Tch! At that speed, who can you hit?" The boy easily dodged, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a ghostly light pass over him, and then change direction and land on the two big men.

"Oh no, I've been tricked!" Zhu Mingyao suddenly realized, leaned back slightly, and leaped backward, sweeping his peach wood staff out horizontally.

The two points of eerie light were instantly extinguished by the talismans lit up on the staff, but the other two points had already disappeared into the chests of the two burly men.

"Moo—!" A long moo from a cow rang out, echoing throughout the room.

Behind the two burly men on the ground, the faint outline of a tall, bull-headed demon appeared. Its eyes turned bloodshot, and it was panting heavily. Its muscles bulged, and its already imposing figure grew even longer. It pushed itself up with its hands and feet, seemingly oblivious to the bloody marks left by the wire binding its body, and slowly got up from the ground.

Zhu Mingyao's eyelids twitched; he was utterly shocked.

"Holy crap, that's incredible? Is it impersonating the Mighty Bull Demon King?"

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Chapter 54 Countless Wonderful Methods, This is the American Style of Iaido

"Clang! Clang!" Several crisp sounds, like the snapping of a harp string, rang out as the wire binding the two people broke apart inch by inch.

Zhu Mingyao was slightly startled. The material used to cast the [Demon Binding Rope] was just a roll of wire that he had casually picked up on his way to track the enemy. It was only meant to be used as a slight obstacle, so it was expected that it would be broken.

However, it's somewhat surprising that they were able to get back up despite the [Earth-Earth Anzhen Method].

You should know that this spell is derived from the Qi restriction method. The earth energy summoned sticks to the body, and the pressure effect is no less than that of a pile of eight or nine hundred kilograms of large rocks. Even a healthy adult ox would collapse on the spot, and an ordinary person with a slightly weaker physique would be crushed and have their tendons and bones broken!

The fact that these two burly men have managed to hold on until now without defecating or urinating is already a testament to their exceptional physical strength. The fact that they seem capable of continuing to fight demonstrates the extraordinary skill of that man.

Before the enemy could fully stand up, two more paper figures flew out of Zhu Mingyao's pocket, instantly transforming into two Japanese samurai wielding katanas. They began hacking wildly at the enemy's heads, while Zhu Mingyao used his staff as a sword, striking the dark-skinned man's eyes with a move called "Parting Flowers and Willows".

The katana struck the heads of the two burly men, producing a clanging sound like metal clashing, leaving only white marks. Before the ghost soldiers could raise their swords to strike again, the men flicked their hands away, sending the swords flying far away.

"A head of bronze and arms of iron, blood and qi as strong as a furnace, unafraid of ghosts?" Zhu Mingyao saw this and his mind raced.

"This is possession by an evil spirit, which has unleashed all the physical energy of these two fighting masters. They'll be seriously ill afterward. This guy is so ruthless even to his own subordinates!"

"However... this guy's combat experience seems to be worse than mine." The boy held a staff in one hand, thrusting and stabbing, his moves always aimed at the enemy's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. With the other hand, he made hand seals, occasionally casting minor spells such as the [Headache Curse] and [Mind-Bending Curse] to harass the man. The man's protective dark aura rippled constantly, forcing him to focus on parrying with his double-headed bull horn sword, unable to retaliate.

If viewed by a seasoned cultivator like Zhang Shouzhong, Zhu Mingyao's combat maneuvers could at best be described as merely conventional, exhibiting a noticeable stiffness and rigidity.

But this sudden attack left the dark-skinned, thin man flustered and screaming in disarray.

Zhu Mingyao could clearly sense that his opponent was strong and had heavy attacks, and that his physical strength was even above his own, but he obviously didn't know how to use it. For a moment, the boy actually had the illusion that he was a combat genius.

He glanced around and saw that the two burly men had already broken free from the Yin soldiers' interception. With their fingers spread wide, they moved with heavy steps to surround him, their trajectory suggesting they wanted to corner him.

"Hmm, hasn't his brain been burned out by that possessing evil spirit yet?" Zhu Mingyao took in the situation and quickly calculated in his mind.

We must finish this quickly!

These two are now activating their full power, making ordinary spells ineffective. Once they surround them, it will be difficult to fight them. Although I have practiced some Tai Chi sword and long fist techniques under Zhang Shouzhong's supervision, I can only use them to bully weaklings like the skinny dark man. If I encounter two strong men like these, professional fighters, I will still be defeated.

Having made his decision, Zhu Mingyao gripped the peach wood staff tightly with both hands, generating strength from his waist and legs. Seizing an opening in his opponent's defenses, he forcefully pulled the staff away, deflecting the double-headed ox-horn knife from the man's hand.

Immediately afterward, he shifted his feet slightly, closing in on the enemy, and with a shout, three feet of white mist shot out like a ribbon!

【Lung Metal Sword Qi】!

After practicing diligently for some time, the boy has now fully mastered this supernatural power. The dark-skinned, thin man is an iron man, and Zhu Mingyao is confident that he can make a hole in his head.

The sword energy shot out, shattering the man's protective dark light, and was about to pierce through his brow!

Just then, something blocked their path, stopping the white sword energy and preventing it from advancing any further.

No, that's not anything!

Instead, a fist-sized black flame lotus, burning silently, appeared out of nowhere between the man's brows, supporting that wisp of sword energy.

At the same time, the dark gold pendant shaped like a sun disc hanging on his chest made a piercing shattering sound like a cat scratching glass, and broke into several pieces that fell to the ground.

The black flame lotus swayed with firelight, swallowing the sword energy inch by inch, making the dark, thin man's terrified expression flicker between light and shadow. He let out a strange cry that sounded fierce but was actually cowardly, and threw the magic weapon, the ox-horn knife, at Zhu Mingyao with all his might, while turning around and rushing towards the altar.

The young man felt a pang of regret at his near failure. With a flick of his peachwood cane, he deflected the double-headed ox-horn knife thrown at him and raised his leg to continue the pursuit.

But then the dark-skinned, thin man rushed to the offering table, picked up the withered yellow bone flute inlaid with gold and silver, and put it to his lips to blow it!

The mournful sound of the bone flute rang out, as if the eerie winds of the deepest hell were descending, bringing death to all things equally. Then, phosphorescence flickered on the statue, seemingly echoing the sound of the bone flute.

The black flame lotus floating between the man's eyebrows suddenly swelled up, transforming into a huge dark fire curtain that swept towards Zhu Mingyao!

As he watched the massive curtain of fire rushing towards him, almost completely blocking the house, Zhu Mingyao felt a strong sense of alarm. He felt a sharp, piercing sense of danger and retreated while frantically thinking of a countermeasure.

Suddenly, he pushed off with his legs and charged diagonally downwards, where he saw two burly men slowly flanking him, resisting the [Earth-Earth An-Suppressing Technique].

The two burly men were slightly taken aback, somewhat confused, but they still faithfully carried out their master's orders, stretching out their four large hands to grab the boy.

Zhu Mingyao certainly wasn't going to walk into a trap. Just as his clothes were about to touch the enemy's hand, he suddenly shrank down, lowered his head, hunched his chest, and hugged his knees, his whole body suddenly curling into a ball of flesh, squeezing through the gap between the two!

The curtain of fire behind them couldn't be contained in time and engulfed the two burly men.

With a loud bang, the dark curtain of fire seemed to have been doused with gasoline, engulfing the two burly men in a fierce flame.

Within the dark blue flames, the once robust and full muscles withered rapidly like autumn flowers and grass. In just a few breaths, the fresh and strong bodies turned into two mummies, which then decayed and turned to ash in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few pieces of dry bones scattered on the ground!

Although accidentally killing two of his subordinates was not a big deal for the naturally cruel, dark-skinned man, it still caused a slight wave of annoyance in his mood. This was reflected in his control of the spell, as the dark fire curtain paused slightly and stopped on the spot.

A golden opportunity! Zhu Mingyao, who had been cornered by the fire curtain and had nowhere to escape, suddenly brightened up. He rolled to his feet, focused his mind on his lungs, gathered all his strength, and opened his mouth to exhale!

A sword aura, much thicker and brighter than before, shot out, tearing a hole about a foot long in the fire curtain. Its momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for the head of the dark-skinned, thin man.

Knowing the power of the heretical spell that had nearly killed him, the man dared not be careless. His eyes widened in anger, and he held the bone flute in both hands, striking it hard against the sword energy. All his magical power was transformed into wisps of black smoke through the bone flute, enveloping the sword energy and trying to wear it down.

Although the sword energy was fierce, it was already at its limit after piercing through the fire curtain. Seeing that it was about to be dispersed by the black energy, the man's face revealed a confident smile. He looked cruelly at the boy who was forced into a corner through the hole in the fire curtain, as if he could already see the despair on the young enemy's face.

But what he saw was not a look of despair, but only a dark, gaping gun barrel.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots rang out!

A thousand great paths, ten thousand kinds of magic, this is American-style iaido!

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Chapter 55 The police came out to clean up the mess!

The dark-skinned, thin man fell backward with a thud, and the dark curtain of fire that was so close at hand dissipated.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhu Mingyao recalled Bai Ziyuan's sighing words:

"Brother, times have changed!"

The boy was momentarily dazed. What good were learning magic? Even gods couldn't stop him from disappearing in a flash...

I should go to a good university and become a doctor or lawyer. Maybe I can even meet some upperclassmen or underclassmen on campus...

"Hmm? What am I thinking about!"

Zhu Mingyao frowned slightly, realizing that his mental state was a bit off. He glanced around, pointed, and several Yin soldiers rushed forward, raising their swords and smashing the offering table and the Yama statue to pieces with a few loud crashes.

As the indigo statue shattered into pieces and rolled on the ground, the feeling of frustration that had been weighing on my heart indeed disappeared.

He spat and said, "Hmph! I've already knocked your master down, and you still dare to try and bewitch people with a mere inanimate object."

Recalling the sense of loss just now, it was really a bit far-fetched. The reason why his American-style Iaijutsu and Smith revolver triple shot were able to succeed was mainly because the enemy was focused on the sword energy and had no time to pay attention to anything else. The defensive spells he had cast on himself had been completely broken just now, which is why he was able to strike him successfully.

Otherwise, any extraordinary individual who has cultivated to this level, regardless of their school of thought, would always have some means of survival when facing firearms, and would never be easily defeated.

As for cultivators at the True Person realm or above, it goes without saying that they don't care much about light weapons or even ordinary heavy firepower. Even if they can't win, they have plenty of ways to escape unscathed.

As for higher-level experts, Zhu Mingyao dared not speak presumptuously. In any case, according to the description in the Shangqing Huangting Scripture he cultivated, if a Nascent Soul True Immortal were to take action, even if a modern superpower launched a full-scale attack, it might not be able to gain any advantage.

Therefore, I don't need to have any doubts about the road ahead. You have science, and I have superpowers!

Having strengthened his resolve, Zhu Mingyao cautiously stepped forward to inspect the results of the battle.

Fortunately, the training at the shooting range during this period was not in vain. With the help of successfully advancing to LV2 marksmanship, two out of three alchemical armor-piercing bullets hit the target and one missed. One bullet passed through the man's neck, tearing open a large piece of flesh, while the other bullet entered through his left cheekbone but did not come out. Blood was gushing out of the wound.

Even though he was so badly injured, the dark-skinned, thin man was still alive and staring at him with wide, venomous eyes.

"You can't kill... me, I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of fire entered the man's eye socket, turning his mind into a complete mess and silencing him forever.