Infinite Demon God: How can I download it if I don't have enough data?

Chapter 183 There are no people like me in this world.

in situ.

Hu Long was wearing a black trench coat.

His gaze remained calm as he watched the figure deep within the alleyway, and the smile on his face grew even wider.

Unlike the overwhelming sense of threat you felt when you first met the other person.

This time, the peddler didn't give him any feeling.

There are only two possibilities for this to happen.

Either the opponent's power has far exceeded his perception range.

Either his strength is no longer sufficient to pose a threat to him.

The latter is clearly much more likely than the former.

"Is it you?"

The peddler's face, devoid of features, stared at the spot where Hu Long was.

He has no mouth.

But the hoarse voice came clearly from a certain direction.

Hu Long did not deliberately conceal his appearance, so it's normal that he can be recognized.

next second.

He suddenly stopped, as if he had sensed something that shouldn't be there.

"Where is that fire spirit?"

As he spoke, his face, devoid of features, remained completely expressionless.

"So that thing was called a fire spirit."

Hu Long grinned, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.

"Why were you pretending to be so profound in front of me back then? Why didn't you just say what you wanted to say? Now you're asking me questions."

He paused, then continued.

"What a pity, I've already eaten that thing, it tasted pretty good."

"By the way, do you have anything else? I can trade you something."

Hu Long was not lying about this statement.

If the other party has something, he doesn't mind exchanging it for something.

Of course, even after the exchange, he would still kill the other party afterwards.

"have eaten?"

The faceless man repeated in a low voice.

There was a hint of coldness in his tone.

Then, there was no more sound.

The next moment.

The gray cloth covering the baskets on both sides was suddenly ripped off.

Pale arms emerged from inside.

Those arms, as if they were living beings with their own consciousness, suddenly lengthened.

The knuckles cracked, the fingers twisted into abnormal arcs, and the fingernails gleamed with a bluish-black light as they swarmed towards Hu Long from all directions.

At a glance, there are dozens or even hundreds.

Layer upon layer, almost completely blocking out the light in the alleyway.

The air was filled with a stench of decay and rust.

Just looking at it gives you a creepy feeling.

"Oh."

Hu Long's lips curled into a sinister smile.

A glimmer of light.

A long, black staff appeared in his hand, one end striking the ground.

Boom!

The dull thud felt like a blow to the heart, and the ground cracked outwards from the point of impact, spreading outwards in a fine, spiderweb-like pattern.

hum!

The next moment, Hu Long made no move.

A series of extremely loud humming and vibrating sounds suddenly exploded.

The sound was like a rapidly vibrating iron rod being plunged into boiling molten steel, causing the surrounding air to twist wildly around the black rod.

The visible ripples spread out as if they were real, tearing even the light into pieces wherever they passed.

Those are the traces left in reality after the force is pushed to its limit.

The moment the pale palm was touched by the ripples.

Those pale arms were directly broken, twisted, and shattered.

It was as if they had been stuffed into an invisible meat grinder, their bones shattering inch by inch, their flesh churning and exploding, turning into clumps of grayish-white dust that drifted away.

Bang!

At the same time, gravel flew everywhere from the ground beneath Hu Long's feet, hitting the walls on both sides and leaving craters the size of bowls.

The figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

Bang!

Seeing this scene.

The peddler twisted his body, and the carrying pole on his back seemed to come alive, suddenly meeting Hu Long's attack from behind.

boom!

next second.

The peddler's feet left the ground, and he crashed into the depths of the alley with a thud, like a rag doll being thrown into the air, breaking through three walls in succession.

Bricks and stones shattered, dust flew everywhere, and with each breach, a human-shaped gap was left in the wall.

Several unfortunate ordinary people along the way were directly smashed into a bloody mist.

Embedded in the wall, the peddler who had just stood up seemed to sense something, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment.

A black stick crashed down.

No tricks, no frills.

Only the purest power.

boom!!!

The ground within a radius of 100 meters shook violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over.

A violent shockwave swept out, leaving visible ripples.

The hard asphalt pavement was as if it had been punched hard from the ground by a giant, with pieces being lifted up, broken, and flying away.

The pebbles flew out like shrapnel, whistling sharply as they cut through the air.

The surrounding walls were as if made of paper, uprooted completely, and the steel bars groaned as they twisted before snapping.

Bricks, concrete blocks, and glass shards were mixed together and thrown outwards by the blast wave.

It transformed into a vast curtain of sand and gravel.

Boom! Boom!

Further away, cars on the street were blown off their feet, tumbling through the air and crashing into the distance.

The fuel tanks ruptured one after another, flames shot into the air, and thick black smoke billowed out.

The smoke and dust, like a tsunami, swept across everything.

Hu Long stood at the center of the collapse, with a deep pit tens of meters in diameter beneath his feet, its edges jagged, as if it had been bitten by some giant beast.

The bottom of the pit was charred black, with wisps of white smoke rising and a scorching, earthy smell permeating the air.

A crimson light shone in his eyes, like two burning blood-red lanterns, particularly glaring amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

He suddenly looked up.

The gaze pierced through the smoke and dust, through the ruins of collapsed buildings, and locked onto a location further away.

"Some kind of short-distance teleportation ability? Interesting—let's see how far you can run."

Hu Long grinned, his scarlet tongue licking his lips, revealing a slightly excited smile.

With a flicker, he disappeared from the spot.

One kilometer away.

A square.

It is evening now.

There are quite a few of them.

An elderly person feeds pigeons with a child, a couple walks hand in hand past a fountain, and a vendor pushes an ice cream cart and calls out his wares.

The peddler's figure suddenly appeared in the center of the square.

Only a few people noticed the porter who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They looked somewhat astonished and subconsciously turned to look at their companions, as if trying to confirm that they were not seeing things.

However, before they could even open their mouths...

Thick smoke and flames rose into the sky from a place several streets away.

suddenly.

The peddler paused in his movements.

Suddenly I looked up.

laugh!

The sound of air being crushed came from the sky.

It was as if a mountain had collapsed.

Above the sky, countless black, shadowy sticks, obscuring the sky, crushed the air and crashed down with a deafening roar.

The surface of the stick gleamed with a dark red, scorching light due to the intense friction with the air, leaving straight white shockwaves in its wake, as if splitting the sky into pieces.

The countless sticks indiscriminately enveloped the entire square.

boom!!!

The earth is like a drum.

This stick is the drumstick.

Centered on the square, the ground within a radius of several hundred meters suddenly sank downwards and then bounced back up.

The shockwave swept outwards, carrying with it debris, dust, iron filings, and blood and flesh.

Under the influence of such terrifying power, ordinary people didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded into a bloody mist, like fleeting red flowers.

The fountain was crushed, and the water jets were dispersed into mist by the blast wave before they could even spray out.

The flying pigeons were completely devoid of feathers.

The ice cream cart was thrown into the air and disintegrated in mid-air, its metal sheets scattering all over the ground.

The peddler's figure reappeared hundreds of meters in the air.

However, although he dodged the attack, he was not without injuries.

His gray cloth shirt had several charred marks, and smoke was still rising from the edges. Several bamboo strips of the basket were broken, revealing the dark, writhing creatures inside.

He looked at Hu Long, who had flown out of the huge, dusty crater below, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You actually killed your own kind?"

"similar?"

Hu Long casually slung the black stick over his shoulder and tilted his head.

"No, no, these people are not like me."

His tone was as calm as if he were stating a very simple fact.

That kind of nonchalant indifference made it seem as if the very act of asking the question was a laughable display of ignorance.

"There are no people like me in this world."

Hu Long is a time traveler.

His kind only exists on Earth.

But this is another world, so where would I find my kind?

Just like playing games, do you feel that the NPCs in the game are your own kind?

Okay, he admits that there were indeed some people on Earth who developed feelings for anime characters and even AI characters in the past.

But that was them, not him.

No matter how much the people in this world look like Earthlings, in Hu Long's eyes, they are not human.

If he were from the State of Yu, he might feel some sense of identification and wouldn't be so indifferent.

But unfortunately, this isn't the place.

"You really are special—"

The peddler paused for a moment, looked at Hu Long, and for the first time, there was a clear emotional fluctuation in his voice.

He has lived for quite a long time.

I've seen far too many people.

I've seen all kinds of people: kind, evil, ruthless killers, and those who easily massacre cities and destroy nations.

But I've never met anyone like Hu Long.

He could sense the sincerity in Hu Long's words.

It wasn't a pretense, it wasn't stubbornness, it wasn't a deliberate display of coldness.

They really don't value these people's lives.

What concerned him even more was the opponent's strength; he had actually reached this level in such a short time.

He had originally planned to use these people to coerce the other side.

In retrospect, this idea was wrong from the start.

Thinking of this.

The next moment.

The gray cloth inside the baskets on both sides of the peddler's carrying pole was lifted.

The opening of the basket resembled two large, black mouths, from which two figures emerged.

One man wielded a massive warhorse-sword, the blade longer than his entire body, its edge gleaming with a chilling light.

A man wields a giant hammer, the head of which is the size of a millstone and covered with sharp spikes.

The two figures were tall and their faces were indistinct, with only two eerie green flames shining in their eye sockets.

No words were spoken.

Two figures darted out like ghosts, charging towards Hu Long from both sides simultaneously.

The long sword swept horizontally, its blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Hu Long's neck.

The giant hammer was raised high and brought down with tremendous force, aiming for his head.

One left, one right, one knife and one hammer.

They worked together so well that it was as if the same person was using two bodies.

However, regarding this...

Hu Long didn't even bother to look at them.

He casually swung the black stick in his hand.

It's like swatting flies.

-boom!

The trajectory of the stick was completely straight, without any curve.

But that line stirred up a white gust of air storm.

Wherever the blast wave passed, the air was compressed into a tangible white barrier, like a moving wall, advancing forward with unstoppable force.

The moment the longsword and the giant hammer touched the shockwave, the blade bent, twisted, and broke.

Two figures, comparable to those at the level of blood exchange, exploded instantly.

It didn't even last a second.

This is the destructive power caused by extreme force.

What bizarre methods, what ingenious techniques, what strange abilities?

In the face of true power, it bursts like a bubble.

Hu Long, wielding a black stick, slammed it down one after another.

He wasn't in a hurry to take down his opponent.

It's rare to encounter such a formidable opponent, so this is a good opportunity to familiarize myself with this weapon through actual combat.

He effortlessly displayed one secret technique after another.

After downloading and learning these secret techniques, he had never used them in a real battle because he didn't have a suitable weapon.

As I continued to practice, I felt incredibly exhilarated, and each move brought new insights into the real combat.

The black stick became smoother and heavier in his hand, as if it were gradually becoming a part of his body.

This made Hu Long realize that knowing secret techniques is one thing, but using them in actual combat is another.

The peddler faced Hu Long's relentless attacks.

All it could do was summon countless dark shadows from the baskets behind it and bombard Hu Long relentlessly.

A dark shadow whistled through the air, and the shadow of a stick loomed like a mountain.

The two fought from the sky to the ground; more accurately, the peddler was only one side being attacked.

--boom!

A dark shadow was smashed down, blasting a crater several meters deep into the ground.

The next second, Hu Long descended from the sky, his black staff sweeping across and snapping another dark figure in half at the waist.

As the peddler retreated, dozens of dark figures flew out of his baskets and swarmed towards him like locusts.

Hu Long neither dodged nor avoided the dark figure, charging forward against it.

The two of them made quite a commotion.

This quickly attracted the attention of the high-ranking officials of the Jin Kingdom.

After all, the land is only so big, and the whole country is long and narrow, like a banana leaf.

The longest diameter is only a little over 400 kilometers, which takes less than half a day to drive.

They reacted quickly to the situation.

Along a coastline.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, hanging at the edge of the sea and sky, it dyed the entire azure sea and sky a deep crimson. Waves crashed against the rocks, breaking into a mist that refracted into tiny golden rays in the setting sun.

The sea breeze was salty and carried the faint sounds of laughter from afar.

This coastline has stunning scenery.

White fences meander along the coast, couples stroll by in twos and threes, and occasionally a family wanders among them, the children's laughter carried away by the wind.

Park Hyun-jin stood by the white fence, hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazing at the distant coastline.

In his early thirties, with a robust physique, his angular profile was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.

She exudes a perfectly balanced melancholic aura.

He's the kind of handsome older man who can make young girls swoon just by standing there.

"Hey, you called me out here just so I could stand in the cold wind with you?"

An untimely voice rang out.

It was a young woman who spoke.

With earrings, dyed red hair, and arms covered in brightly colored tattoos, Park Hyun-jin's lips twitched, and his forced melancholy expression began to crumble.

"—You bastard!"

He turned to look at her.

"Can't you see I'm feeling sad?"

"no."

The red-haired woman glanced at him.

"All I see is you showing off."

Park Hyun-jin took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Fine, I won't argue with you."

He straightened his collar and turned back to her.

This time, his expression was much more serious, his gaze fixed on her face, his eyes filled with an undisguised affection.

"Actually, I called you out because there's something I want to tell you."

The red-haired woman looked at his profile, half of which was backlit by the setting sun, and suddenly felt uneasy and nervous.

"—What—what's the matter—you rascal—"

"I"

Park Hyun-jin had just opened his mouth.

Jingle Bell!

Just then.

The cell phone rang loudly.

The commotion choked Park Hyun-jin back down his throat as he made his confession.

He paused, then answered the phone expressionlessly.

"Chairman Park, there's something unusual in Wuheng City. It seems like there's a strange entity fighting with an unknown martial artist. Please provide immediate support."

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, crisp and efficient.

Send me a copy of the detailed information.

Park Hyun-jin frowned slightly.

"Is there anyone else on this mission besides me?"

The woman's voice paused for a moment.

The sound of rapid keyboard typing came through the microphone, followed by a reply a moment later.

"Besides you, two other Five Star Hwarang have already gone to provide support."

The term "secret martial artist" varies from country to country.

In Japan, they are called ninjas; in Europe, they are called knights; and in India, they are called ancient boxers.

In the Kingdom of Geum, male martial artists are called Hwarang, while female martial artists are called Genrou.

That was a name passed down from ancient times, signifying great strength, outstanding appearance, and the highest level of pride and loyalty.

The five stars correspond to the Blood Exchange Realm.

The fact that all three members of the Jin Kingdom at the Blood Exchange Realm have been mobilized demonstrates the severity of this incident.

"Okay, got it."

Park Hyun-jin responded and hung up the phone.

He turned to look at the red-haired woman beside him, raised his hand, and with his fingertips tucked a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled by the sea breeze behind her ear.

"I have something to take care of."

His voice lowered.

"Wait for me to come back."

"You're lying to me again!"

Upon hearing this...

The red-haired woman raised her fist and punched him.

"I won't lie to you this time, wait for me to come back!"

Park Hyun-jin-do.

Then, he turned and left.

Watching Park Hyun-jin's departing figure, the red-haired woman stood there, feeling inexplicably choked up.

It was as if—this was the last time we would see each other.

"No, what am I thinking about?"