Chapter 307 Blood Demon Manku

Wow... is this guy a Super Saiyan? Reviving from the edge of death with doubled fighting strength? And... what kind of miraculous healing power is this? Such serious injuries, and in just two days, even the bones are healed? If this guy isn't a Super Saiyan, then he must be a transformed gecko!

Mo Tong was now fully awake, and fragments of what happened in the past two days flashed through his mind.

He was knocked out by Caesar Mo, and it was Wang Feng who caught him in the grass, then somehow managed to repel the enemy, followed by a bumpy journey until here, where Wang Feng administered medicine and treated his wounds...

It's not that he dislikes Wang Feng... the guy can be pretty decent at times, but he always seems a bit too soft, not tough enough in fights, always staying behind others. If it were him, seeing his junior brother beaten so badly by Caesar Mo, he would have jumped out to get revenge right away! Hmph... forget it, with this weakling, if he had jumped out, probably not even his bones would be found.

Mo Tong pursed his lips, holding back the sarcasm that was about to spill out. He originally wanted to say thank you, but when the words came out, he noticed Wang Feng staring at him with bright eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Tong was startled, instinctively covering his once proud chest, then said with a wary expression, "Wang Feng, I'm telling you, don't think just because you saved me that..."

"You've recovered quite well, junior brother!" Old Wang praised endlessly, "I thought you'd be holding me back for at least a few days, with such serious injuries, but you're healed in just two days."

Hearing this, Mo Tong immediately looked proud, "Of course! Our Mahoraga strength is the best in the world, and our recovery ability is unmatched, there's none more awesome than us! Such minor injuries are nothing to us!"

"Minor injuries?" Old Wang laughed, "If I hadn't arrived in time, you wouldn't even be alive, and you call it minor injuries? Not to lecture you, but if you can't win, don't fight, like a bull, all brawn and no brains..."

"What do you mean can't win? I was dominating him the whole time! Don't talk nonsense if you didn't see anything!" Mo Tong glared, anything but admitting defeat, "It was my own mistake, that tin man's move was a bit odd... Wang Feng, don't laugh! Next time we meet, I'll take him on alone and show you!"

"Don't push yourself, junior brother," Old Wang said cheerfully, "I won't laugh at you, after all, he's the third-ranked super expert at the War Academy, it's normal for you to lose."

"Bah! I'd take on the top-ranked one too!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Wang Feng, what's with that expression? Do you think I'm bragging?"

"No, no! The first hero of Mahoraga, how could you be bragging?" Old Wang laughed, teasing him, "Junior brother, I absolutely believe in your courage! It's just fighting, after all, going up for three seconds, making him kneel and pinch his philtrum counts as fighting too..."

"Damn it!" Mo Tong's face turned beet red, "Wang Feng, don't provoke me, I'll kill him on the spot next time to show you! That tin man just has one strange move, I didn't know before, fell for his trick, now that I know his move, it won't work next time!"

"What move?"

Mo Tong was stunned, his eyebrows knitted into a '川' shape. Describing scenes was truly not his forte. He racked his brain to remember, "I just saw his eyes flash, and then it was as if some kind of illusion pulled me into a strange space..."

"That space was really strange, my body felt light and powerless... and also, I couldn't breathe! My Hundred Breaths Technique couldn't be used, and also, he made my clothes and the Titan Axe disappear!" Mo Tong's young face turned red, stubbornly saying, "That thing is so shameless, we're fighting, what's the point of making someone's clothes disappear..."

He rambled on, but couldn't grasp the key points, Old Wang asked a few more questions before roughly understanding what had happened.

Any cultivator, after reaching Tiger Peak, can no longer improve their soul power through conventional cultivation. At this stage, cultivation becomes horizontal, consolidating the soul and further solidifying the foundation, while also having more energy to develop their own soul domination skills.

These are not just the common powerful sorceries or martial arts, but also some special ones, like Caesar Mo's...

That strange space should be Caesar Mo's soul domination skill, from Mo Tong's description, it seems to be a purely spiritual world, Caesar Mo can briefly enter that space, and can also draw his opponent into it.

The spiritual space and the real space are completely different dimensions, Mo Tong felt his body become light, unable to breathe, etc., which are normal when entering a different dimension. Those who just enter are definitely not adapted, only Caesar Mo, who frequently travels between the two spaces, can maintain absolute combat power inside, more importantly, he can bring equipment in, and even his soul power might be slightly enhanced there, it was in the spiritual space that he took advantage of the right time, place, and people, easily severely injuring Mo Tong.

And the eerie light that flashed in his eyes when he activated the spiritual space might be the prerequisite for opening that spatial passage, some kind of innate eye technique or something.

Mo Tong said that avoiding his eyes could dodge this move, this idea might be a bit too naive, besides, there's no condition to implement it, facing a master like Caesar Mo, if you don't keep a close eye on him, how can you fight him?

This kind of soul domination skill with unknown attributes is the most troublesome, beyond conventional combat methods, it's completely unpredictable, some even incomprehensible, but if you know the details in advance, you can slowly think of countermeasures.

In this world, there is no truly invincible move.

Although Mo Tong was shouting that he could definitely kill him next time, but his face couldn't hide his thoughts, recalling how he was beaten to a pulp by that guy, and now being despised by Wang Feng, the more he thought, the angrier he got, wishing he could go and beat him back immediately, but the problem is, he doesn't know where the guy is now, there's no place to go for revenge.

This stubborn donkey temper, looking like he's about to die from anger, made Old Wang laugh and cry, forget it, stop teasing him, "Alright, alright, just joking, isn't your Mahoraga recovery ability the best in the world? How come you can't recover from just this bit of mood?"

Mo Tong glared at him fiercely, then suddenly remembered the time: "By the way, Wang Feng, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Two days," Old Wang replied. "During the day, it's fine. With Old Hei's disguise standing here, no one dares to cause trouble. But at night, it's troublesome. Those spooky things don't get scared off easy."

Mo Tong's eyes lit up: "Those things? Ghosts? Can you fight them?"

Old Wang chuckled.

Fight? No way.

Last night's midnight mist was even thicker than the first night, and the ghosts and zombies that appeared were also stronger than before.

Just around this jungle area, Old Wang had already spotted at least two Tiger Peak-level ghosts. Their ghostly glow was nearly turning into a solid blue, and you could barely see thin limbs sprouting from their bald, round heads... The zombies these two possessed were downright ferocious, their speed and strength far surpassing that of ordinary Tiger Peak martial artists, even making Old Wang feel they were not inferior to Mo Tong.

Old Wang knew he couldn't take them on. Although the Skyburst Grenade was effective against these things, the grenades were limited while the ghosts and zombies were endless. Using them would just draw more in, speeding up his demise.

Luckily, Old Wang was smart. He always found a way.

These ghosts and zombies would kill and chase anything alive, be it humans, animals, or insects. Last night, Old Wang scattered his ice bees around. He’d send out the ice bees to distract and lead them away whenever zombies or ghosts got close.

The ice bees were pretty fast, and with the surrounding jungle terrain, if they couldn’t escape, they’d hide in the leaves, leaving the ghosts and zombies confused.

But keeping watch wore Old Wang out. He couldn’t let his guard down for a second, sometimes having to control multiple ice bees at once, staying on edge the whole time...

Of course, there was no need to tell Mo Tong all this.

"You wouldn’t understand my methods," Old Wang said nonchalantly, but then he turned serious.

"But last night’s ghosts were way stronger than the first night, and this morning’s mist hung around longer than yesterday. I’m worried tonight will be even tougher."

"What’s to fear? I’ve got this!" Mo Tong thumped his chest proudly. "I’m not afraid of these ghostly things!"

"With me here, what do we need you for?" Old Wang rolled his eyes, then looked worried. "I’m worried about the others! Old Hei and Winnie should be okay, but Kela and Ah Xi are gonna need some luck..."

Mentioning Kela, Mo Tong's expression turned tense, and he also looked worried: "Damn it, why are we still here? Let’s go find them!"

…………

Last night’s ghosts got even more vicious, and deaths on both sides shot up. Whether from the War Academy or the Blade Temple, those still alive now had a few tricks up their sleeves.

But after learning their lesson, most people played it safe, not daring to move around too much, making the daytime in this illusory realm suddenly peaceful... Everyone could foresee that the third night would inevitably be even harder than the previous two.

Old Wang's concerns about Rose were not unfounded, but in fact, Rose's luck was quite good.

Ah Xi was truly impressed. After two nights, he hadn't even noticed the difference between the ghosts of the first night and the second night, all because Winnie was by his side.

To be honest, Winnie was truly amazing. Various disguises, not only deceiving people but even ghosts. She sprinkled some unknown fluorescent powder around their hiding place, and at night, the powder emitted a faint ghostly light. The ghosts and zombies saw it and simply detoured around it.

Ghosts were mysterious and eerie to most people on the Nine Heavens Continent, but this obviously didn't include the Li family. This was a magical family. On the surface, they didn't seem to have any powerful skills that could be passed down or awe-inspiring, but when it came to any unorthodox methods, there was almost nothing they couldn't do. Even among the Eight Sage Families, they were the most special.

And what was even more terrifying was that they not only had the skills but also the money!

It wasn't until Ah Xi saw Winnie conjuring things out of thin air like a magician that he realized the girl actually had a small spatial ring!

Spatial soul artifact... Oh my god!

Ah Xi had only heard of such things in legends. The Li family had prepared many good things for this little princess, who was doted on by all the men in the family.

Back at Rose, Ah Xi had thought Winnie was good at direct confrontations, given that Jiaobaba seemed very straightforward. But what she was truly skilled at was survival tactics and ambushing people...

For the past two days, Ah Xi has been tagging along like a loyal sidekick. Apart from digging a hiding hole during rest times, messing with the food supplies, and helping Winnie set up the camp, there was almost nothing else he needed to do. Whether facing humans or ghosts, Winnie alone was more than enough to handle everything.

Ah Xi counted his lucky stars, believing that he was indeed blessed by heaven. If it weren’t for meeting Winnie, he would’ve been dead a dozen times over by now.

On the other side, Kela was doing just fine.

The icy trio—Xue Zhiyu, Aota, and Badeluo—were quite effective against the ghosts and zombies. The ice witch’s spells packed a punch against both ghosts and zombies. Even if they couldn’t defeat them, they could slow them down, giving everyone a chance to make a clean getaway.

Compared to the nights that drove everyone nuts, the daytime brought even more danger, such as at this moment...

It was just past noon, and the four of them had already scoped out the area from a high vantage point that morning.

To the left of the jungle where they were located was a massive, sprawling river, with a jagged waterfall cascading into a bottomless chasm.

On the other side of the big river was a spore forest, where the soul energy was way more intense than in this jungle. They decided to trek through the jungle and check it out.

On one hand, the gateway to the next level was probably there, so they might just hit the jackpot. On the other hand, if Wang Feng and Hei Wukai were nearby, they would likely head towards the place with stronger soul energy, so going there might give them a chance to reunite.

They headed towards the big river, but just as they reached the riverbank, a War Academy guy popped up right in front of them.

The man was dressed in a creepy black silk robe, with a red scarf around his neck, making him stick out like a sore thumb.

"A straggler!" Badeluo grinned, hoisting his wolf-tooth-like Winter Frost onto his shoulder: "A vampire?"

The vampires had a thing for scarves, especially red ones. Blood Demon Manku wore a red scarf, and many blood clan members in the War Academy followed suit, making it their signature look.

Kela’s eyes narrowed. The guy who had chased her for half the night also wore a red scarf, somewhat similar to the person in front of her. Was wearing a red scarf a sign of the blood clan?

"Who cares what clan he’s from!" Aota shouted at the red scarf: "Hey!"

The red scarf turned around, revealing a handsome, pale face.

"Well, quite a crowd," he grinned, a dangerous glint in his eyes, showing two long, sharp fangs, with the mark of two crossed fangs on his forehead very prominent.

"Blood Demon Manku!" Xue Zhiyu’s expression slightly stiffened.

Beside her, Badeluo and Kela were both stunned.

This guy was Blood Demon Manku? The War Academy’s fourth-ranked badass?

"With that flashy little scarf of yours, I thought it was someone else!" Aota laughed heartily, stepping forward with his savage blade: "Isn’t this the fool who got beaten up by Hei Wukai? Hahaha, what, have your wounds healed now, and you’re back for more?"

Blood Demon Manku’s face immediately darkened.

Losing to Hei Wukai, although the others in the War Academy did not look down on him because of it, they kept talking about Hei Wukai’s strength. But for him, this was the biggest humiliation of his life, the lowest point, and he treated it as a reverse scale. Yet these people dared to mock him to his face?

He coldly scanned them and quickly recognized their identities.

The princess of Ice Spirit, Xue Zhiyu, and the little savage king Aota, ranked tenth in the League of Blades, were indeed two experts, no wonder they dared to mock and provoke him to his face. The other two he didn’t recognize, although their soul power reactions were not bad, they were nothing to him.

Honestly, if it were only Aota, Manku would not hesitate to take action, but with helpers... no one would underestimate any of the top ten, and with a few more helpers, even Manku had to think carefully.

"With you being the dead last in the top ten, can you beat me?" he said coldly. The little savage king was brave but lacked strategy, and the best way to deal with such people was to provoke them.

Aota was amused: "Well, look at you, thinking you’re so great. You being ranked fourth just shows that your War Academy is no good, lacking talent!"

"Of course, I can beat you! Hey hey hey, none of you help, I’ll fight him one-on-one! Watch me make him call me daddy!" Aota laughed heartily, dragging his long blade on the ground, adding fuel to the fire: "Anyway, it’s not the first time for you. I heard that after you got beaten up by Hei Wukai last time, you knelt on the ground and begged Hei Wukai to spare your dog life, right?"

"Hahaha, Brother Ta, is this guy really that cowardly?" Badeluo laughed heartily beside him.

"Of course, Old Fourth, these vampires are weak-willed, kneeling so long they’ve forgotten how to stand, just watch!" Aota said proudly, "In a moment, I'll make him put on a genuine show again, this time pleading, 'Father Aota, spare your lowly servant Manku's miserable life'..."

Manku was taken aback, taking a while to snap out of it, his face twitched uncontrollably.

Honestly, vampires are cold-blooded and typically unshakable, there's rarely anything in the world that can truly rattle them, but the problem is.

The problem is that the Blade Temple has spread such ridiculous and shameless lies!

Even someone as composed as Manku was so furious his hands and feet went cold and his body shook.

What does it mean to grovel on the ground and plead, 'Father Hei Wukai, spare the dog life of your humble servant Blood Demon'?

He, the vampire race’s most exceptional prodigy, is seen in such a light in others' eyes! This is a thousand times more humiliating than defeat, how could he ever show his face again?!

"You’re dead, scum!"

His pale, handsome face flushed with rage.

Boom!

Without warning, a burst of blood mist erupted around him, a red streak flashed through the air, like a fleeting shadow.

Aota, though mocking, remained fully alert, he’d been quietly building up his soul power.

As the blood mist burst on the opposite side, he kicked off the ground, the knife he’d been dragging sprang fiercely from the ground, and his body turned sideways, his one hand instantly became two, gripping the long handle of the knife, his entire soul power had already gathered, exploding in an instant.

Tyrant's Dragging Slash!

Boom!

The long knife made an upward diagonal slash, a crescent-shaped blade of light shot across the ground.

The blood shadow, seemingly already mist-like, didn’t dare face the crescent blade head-on, swiftly changing direction mid-air.

But immediately followed by the second slash.

As if he had already calculated Manku's change of direction, Aota leaped high into the air.

In mid-air, he raised the knife with both hands, his body bent into a bow shape, his entire soul power erupted fiercely at this moment, a snowstorm-like vortex of air whipped around him.

The air seemed to freeze in this instant, slowing down, and on the blade of his long knife, a faint white wind blade flowed, sharpness enhanced, the speed of the slash doubled.

Soul like ice, blade like wind!

Ice Wind Slash!

The swift blood shadow seemed to be slightly affected by this freezing air, its speed slowed down a bit.

"Hit!" Aota's eyes flashed with brilliance, his face showed joy, the freezing air indeed worked!

But the next second, a cold smile flashed in Blood Demon Manku's eyes, the blood light exploded, the speed of the blood-red figure suddenly increased more than double.

Whoosh!

He instantly made two changes of direction, the blood-colored afterimage left a 'Z' shaped mark under Aota's knife, and the whole person had already swiftly circled to Aota's back,

Swish!

Manku's eyes burst with blood light, his five fingers formed into claws, long and sharp, fiercely grabbing towards Aota's back.

Tear!

The ice-silk clothing tore apart, leaving four deep bloody marks on the tanned skin.

Aota gritted his teeth in pain, swung his heavy blade in a wide backward arc, but the bloody shadow, having struck successfully, did not linger.

A mocking sneer hung on Manku's lips; he wanted to tear apart this chatty metalhead alive!

Swish!

The speed of the bloody shadow escalated again, and with a swish, it vanished without a trace.

Vampires are masters of speed, and when the Blood Demon Art surges, their speed becomes almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Swish swish swish swish swish!

Suddenly, the sound of rushing wind filled the surroundings, and the air was instantly filled with crisscrossing crimson afterimages.

Such swift movements were impossible to observe with the naked eye and could easily be misleading, so Aota simply closed his eyes, concentrating intensely to sense the movement of soul power in the surrounding air.

Right side!

Slash!

A claw attack came from Aota's right side. He detected it keenly, even anticipated it, and swung his heavy blade horizontally.

Even with the anticipation and early strike, the blade was still a tad slow, leaving a few shallow bloody marks on his right shoulder, and the bloody shadow disappeared again.

A mocking voice echoed from all directions in the air: "Weakling! Aren't you so capable? Strike back!"

Unmatched speed and horrifyingly deadly attacks came down like a storm, innumerable silver claws seemingly grabbing from all directions at once. In just a few seconds, Aota's body was covered with over a dozen wounds of varying sizes.

He was now in an entirely defensive stance, and his heavy blade had almost lost its original function.

Barbarians thrive in direct confrontations and strength clashes, but facing such agility, he felt completely helpless and frustrated.

Honestly, he had only fought two battles since coming to Dragon City, and both times he encountered opponents who completely countered him with their agility, which infuriated him.

He couldn't hold on any longer; if this continued, he would bleed to death.

Aota's eyes suddenly widened, bulging.

"Tyrant Body!"

He circled his arms, veins popping on his forehead, soul power erupting, and his muscles bulged fiercely.

Aota's eyes instantly turned golden, and his entire body glowed with a brilliant golden light, as if his powerful muscles were coated with a layer of secret gold, appearing indestructible.

"Roar!"

Aota roared fiercely.

His clothes had already been torn apart, revealing the golden, radiant muscles. Even the previously wounded and bleeding areas were now covered in golden light, seemingly restored to their original state.

The Winter Tyrant Body, known as the absolute defense of the Holy Sanctuary, was once used by the Winter King, who was infatuated with the Queen of Ice Spirit, to challenge the Supreme Sage Teacher. With this technique, he withstood the Sage's various fierce attacks for two to three minutes, almost unscathed. That was the only god in the Nine Heavens world... The Winter Tyrant Body was thus once hailed as the number one defensive technique in the Nine Heavens.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, countless claw attacks landed on his body, producing sounds like the clashing of metal, yet he remained unscathed despite the numerous attacks.

Manku sneered coldly.

Invincible? That depends on who you're up against!

There is no truly invincible technique in this world, not even the Winter King who invented the Body Fortress Technique, let alone a mere Tiger Peak Holy Sanctuary disciple?

"Let’s see how long you can hold out!"

In an instant, the air was thick with blood shadows. Manku knew very well that the opponent’s Body Fortress Technique would only last for half a minute at most. Once that half-minute passed, it would be the barbarian's death!

But in the next moment...

"Ice Forest Technique!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ground within a radius of several dozen meters was instantly blanketed with a layer of white frost. At the same time, dozens of ice spikes as thick as arms condensed within the frost, piercing out in an instant, filling the area within a radius of several dozen meters, as if countless barbs had suddenly sprouted!

The ice spikes appeared too suddenly, carrying a formidable freezing effect, even slightly slowing the flow of his blood.

Blood Demon Manku's pupils contracted slightly, and his flying figure was stopped by the ice spikes that filled the area like a forest of spears. He halted abruptly, with several ice spikes almost grazing his body. The icy tips glimmered with soul power, and it was easy to imagine that even his blood mist body would be injured if pierced.

Barbarian? Xue Zhiyu?

Before he could finish his thought, a massive shadow loomed overhead.