Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Now that we're closer, this feeling of unease has become even clearer.

The boy's anger became very intense.

Just over ten days ago, he was just an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, his body was empty, and he didn't even have the most basic true qi.

But Zhang Yang, who was standing in front of him at this moment, exuded a scorching yet calm aura, like a piece of red-hot iron that had been forged and quenched, turning into a respectable weapon.

"You little rascal," Ma Feima squinted, "you've undergone a complete transformation."

Zhang Yang shrugged: "Not bad, I was lucky."

"What kind of luck could make someone change like this in just a few days?"

"A god was killed."

"Hahaha--"

Ma Fei Ma's laughter echoed through the street, drawing sidelong glances from passersby who quickly lowered their heads and hurried away.

Everyone knows the deeds of the madman Ma Feima; many of the people at the foot of Tianqiong Peak have witnessed Ma Feima's rampage.

In short, stop being a bystander and disperse quickly.

"I've been wandering the martial world for twenty years. I've heard of people achieving success through training, taking medicine, and even getting rich overnight through fortuitous encounters and inheritances... But you, kid, you killed a god?" Ma Feima wiped his eyes. "Interesting, really interesting. Back then, Yan Shilu claimed that an immortal bestowed martial arts upon him in a dream, which was already quite a boast. You're even more ruthless than him, saying you killed a god."

Zhang Yang remained unfazed: "Yan Shilu is dreaming, but this is real. That god was called the Crimson Emperor, the ancient god of fire. I chopped off his head and used his divine power to forge my body."

"Okay." Ma Feima said one word, then cracked his shoulders, his knuckles making a series of popping sounds. "Let me try, let's see if you can kill me this time!"

Li Sushang stepped forward: "Uncle Ma, is it alright if we don't fight?"

Ma Feima glanced at her, a wide smile on his face, but his tone left no room for negotiation: "I said, I'm going to fight him. Either I kill him, or he kills me!"

Li Sushang was speechless: "With such willfulness, no wonder no one in the world wants to be your friend."

Zhang Yang took off his coat and threw it to Li Sushang.

"Fine, let's fight."

Li Sushang caught the clothes and glanced at him.

"Don't worry," Zhang Yang smiled, "at least you won't get knocked out."

Li Sushang recalled the scene of him being slapped away by Ma Feima and her lips twitched: "How come you're just like Uncle Ma? You want to get revenge now that you've become stronger. You have no chivalry at all."

"Isn't being quick to repay kindness and seek revenge just being petty?" Zhang Yang casually replied.

The two were about five zhang apart, and the pedestrians on the street had consciously retreated to the eaves on both sides, leaving a wide passage.

The windows of the teahouse upstairs were opened one after another, and curious heads peeked out.

Ma Feima took a deep breath and began to circulate his true energy.

"Kid, I know you're different now, but I still have to remind you—I won't hold back."

"Then don't stay."

Ma Feima was like a bowstring stretched to its limit suddenly released. He sank down first, then stomped his feet on the ground. The bluestone slab was directly dented, and the hard bricks were crushed into sand by the force of his feet!

What an incredible skill! Turning stone into sand, martial arts approaching the Tao.

call out!

Five zhang (approximately 10 meters) was covered in a flash.

Ma Feima carried a spinning force, like a giant drill, trying to drill a hole in his chest.

Zhang Yang didn't dodge; he directly met the attack with a punch!

boom!

The shockwave spread out from between the two men, blowing the gravel and dust on the ground into two swirling motions.

Ma Feima was knocked back by a punch, and he felt his body temperature rise suddenly, as if he had been thrown into a furnace.

"What kind of force is this?!"

He quickly activated his inner energy, using his dantian as a guide and his meridians as a cauldron, guiding his true energy to circulate throughout his body, strengthening his flesh and organs, and forcefully suppressing the terrifying burning sensation.

boom!

Zhang Yang ignored all of that and charged straight ahead with incredible speed and momentum, like a beast that had locked onto its prey. No matter how much interference there was around, there was only one target!

hum-

A fiery red giant sword materialized out of thin air in Ma Feima's hands.

Crimson Shadow.

The sword is five feet nine inches long, its entire body is crimson red like blood, and its blade flows with a luster that resembles lava.

Ma Feima's sword-wielding posture was very casual, with the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

If he was just a top-tier martial artist a moment ago, now he is a killing god who has emerged from the battlefield.

"I don't know what the Sword Demon that Su Chang just mentioned is. But I trust my sword."

Clang!

Zhang Yang's fist was covered with a layer of crimson fire energy, as hard as steel and as hot as molten lava. When he punched Chi Jueying's sword, the impact made Ma Feima's hand holding the sword go numb.

Ma Fei Ma gritted his teeth, preparing to change his tactics.

boom! boom! boom!

"That's it? I didn't even use a tenth of my strength." Zhang Yang threw three punches in quick succession, each one heavier and faster than the last!

These three punches were not complicated, and Ma Feima's sword heart instantly came up with ten ways to counter them, but Ma Feima was still overwhelmed by the blows.

Chi Jueying was even slightly dented from the blow, as if it had softened.

Ma Feima could only retreat, using the defensive sword stance for a difficult defense, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

However, Zhang Yang's figure had already caught up. Fists, elbows, knees, legs... Cunxin Fist is a close-combat technique. Once close, it is like mercury flowing on the ground, giving the opponent no chance to breathe.

Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang!

A series of loud, rapid impacts echoed through the street.

too strong.

Zhang Yang's boxing style was very crude, consisting of only a few moves, far inferior to Ma Feima's martial arts expertise honed over twenty years.

But the fire is really powerful.

His true energy was no match for it. If it weren't for the fact that the Crimson Shadow Sword in his hand was a divine weapon and that the sword intent had been fully formed, he would probably have been burned into mud by the fire energy.

boom!

Another punch landed, and before the fist even hit the ground, a wave of heat rushed towards them.

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Taiyi, Taichu, Taishi, Taisu, and Taiji—the five energies combine, and at this moment, Ma Feima is Bacheng, and Bacheng is Ma Feima.

No matter how strong a person's fist is, can it shake the earth?

can!

boom!

Ma Feima moved three meters to the side, his shoes scraping against the bluestone slab with a harsh screech.

The entire city of Ba trembled with a buzzing sound, startling the onlookers who shrank back into their seats.

After regaining his balance, Ma Feima vanished from the spot.

hum-

Chi Jueying activated his ability to manipulate light.

The light in the entire block was distorted to the extreme in an instant. The sky, the ground, the houses, the crowds... all the scenes began to spin, like a watercolor painting being frantically stirred!

This is Chi Jueying's full power!

Ma Feima's sword intent erupted completely.

Li Sushang watched for a while, and suddenly felt dizzy.

Those who were not afraid of death and did not leave, or those who did not have time to leave, saw the scene where the world was being stirred up and immediately fainted, foaming at the mouth.

Human balance relies primarily on three systems: the visual system, the vestibular system, and proprioception.

Ma Fei Ma's trick is to trigger a sensory conflict in the visual system. Because it involves manipulating light, it can also cause a conflict in proprioception, ultimately causing ordinary people to faint at first glance.

Even someone with Li Sushang's exceptional swordsmanship would find it difficult to maintain balance.

"What projection? It's all fake!" Zhang Yang closed his eyes, intending to use his fire power to destroy all these illusions.

What kind of fancy mechanism is this?

Now his left punch deals high damage, and his right punch deals high damage; he can just smash them all!

At this moment, Fu Hua's voice rang in Zhang Yang's ears: "Concentrate your fire energy in your eyes and use your true qi to stimulate the meridians around your eye sockets."

"Zanzhu, Jingming, Chengqi, and Sibai are connected and infused with fire energy. As far as the eye can see, all illusions have nowhere to hide."

"In the martial arts of the pre-civilization era, there was a technique called 'Eye Kill.' When mastered, one could seize people's hearts with a single glance."

"This is a method for training the eyes."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang did not doubt it and did as instructed. He drew out a strand of fire energy from his dantian and sent it along the meridians, passing through the four acupoints: Zanzhu, Jingming, Chengqi, and Sibai.

As the fiery energy flowed into his eyes, he felt as if his eyeballs were enveloped by two warm pools of water, slightly swollen, but without any pain.

hum!

In an instant, Zhang Yang's eyes blazed brightly, like two small suns, as if a strong light had shone on them, causing all the mirages to vanish instantly.

"What?" Ma Feima was startled. He was standing in a blind spot, spinning his greatsword. Seeing his move broken, his heart skipped a beat.

"cut!"

Zhang Yang kicked out, and the fiery energy condensed on his leg, transforming into a crimson flame blade that detached from his body and slashed out!

Clang!

Where the flaming blade swept, the moisture in the air was instantly evaporated, forming a white mist trail.

Ma Feima's eyes widened; he knew he couldn't escape.

The power of this fiery force is so formidable that no martial arts technique can withstand it; it's a straightforward and overwhelming crushing force!

I'm going to die...

The thought flashed through Ma Feima's mind, but he stared wide-eyed as the flaming blade slashed toward him.

Good, good, good. Dying from this move is not a wasted life.

hiss-

The Flame Blade grazed past Ma Feima's body.

A charred gash was torn in his coat, then the blade struck the city wall behind him, creating a huge breach.

Ma Feima looked at him: "Why didn't you kill me?"

"Killing you will lower your favorability rating."

"what?"

Zhang Yang didn't explain, but simply turned slightly to the side, and Fu Hua walked out.

Ma Feima's eyes widened: "Master...?"

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Another Sword Broken

"Master...?"

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I never knew my hand could shake so badly while holding the sword…

Twenty years have passed.

He had thought about that face for twenty years, and feared it for twenty years.

Fu Hua stood before him, her expression calm, her gaze fixed on the Crimson Shadow in his hand.