Chapter 111: Demon

  A white linen garment, not very tall and large in stature, but looking very sturdy, with a natural air of majesty between his eyebrows, this man had a green silk belt around his waist, on which hung a curved knife.

  Appearing in front of the three with an aura of majesty.

  "Who is Kong Zhan!" He asked again, his eyebrows slightly raised, looking at the three of them, and finally, his gaze settled on Kong Zhan.

  "Are you Kong Zhan?!" The tone was questioning, but it sounded very affirmative. An ominous and sinister aura spread out with his words.

  The wind suddenly started blowing automatically, and the sound of "hunting" was heard. The surrounding grass and trees also seemed to be affected by this momentum, tilting outward from the person as the center.

  Zheng Wanqiu and Zhou Ziren were even more unbearable, the two had already reached the level of Xian Tian cultivation, and in the cultivation world, they could be considered top-notch. However, these past few days, everyone they met was not an ordinary person, the difference in strength between them was too great. Under the pressure of this strange man's aura, their breathing simultaneously stagnated, their chests felt suffocated, a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

  Take another look at that deep gully-like crack not far away, and think about it, if Kong Zhuan hadn't acted quickly, I'm afraid I would have already turned into a pile of ice ash. For a moment, both of them felt a sense of despair. After cultivating for so long, the difference in strength between me and this young whippersnapper Kong Zhuan is actually so big? We're all human, we're all third-generation disciples, how can the gap be so huge?

  At this time, Kong Zuo naturally didn't have the heart to care about the little thoughts of these two people by his side.

  After putting the two of them in a safe place, Kong Zhuo turned around, and at this moment, that person's momentum was like a tide.

  The majestic momentum is like a long river and a great river, surging forward. If it were an ordinary person, they would have already lost seven points without even moving under this momentum.

  But Kong Zhuo was different. Faced with this overwhelming momentum, he just smiled and took a step forward.

  Just one step.

  That strange man's momentum suddenly stagnated, as if on the surging and turbulent surface of a great river, an iron gate had been suddenly added, blocking its flow. It seemed effortless, but the enormous undercurrents of dark energy beneath the water were unimaginable to humans.

  The man obviously didn't expect Kong Zhuan to be so strong. His eyes shone brightly, his body suddenly stopped moving, and his clothes fluttered down softly. He let out a cold hum and took a step forward.

  A loud "Boom".

  A strange and eerie airflow swirled between the two, with countless flowers, grasses, and trees churning within it. In an instant, they all transformed into countless fine ash particles that vanished into thin air.

  The smile on Kong Rong's face grew even brighter.

  If it were in the past, this man's aura might have had some impact on him, but now...

  Hehe, didn't you see how he was baptized by that sword intent in the Wu Xia Jian Tu before? That sword intent was weak, but compared to this person's aura, whether it's in terms of level or destructive power, it absolutely wasn't on the same level. The difference between them is like the gap between heaven and earth.

  So, this person, although looking intimidating, had little impact on Kong Zhan. The surging momentum rushed forward, but Kong Zhan seemed to be unaware of it, and his own momentum slowed down a bit. Although Kong Zhan's momentum had slowed down, it was as gentle as a clear breeze blowing over a high ridge or a bright moon shining on a vast river, soft and warm like jade, without any hint of fierce flames. The surging momentum that rushed forward hit empty space and dissipated instantly.

  The man's face finally changed color.

  He intended to use his power to suppress, but he suppressed nothing, and the influence on his heart was unavoidable. In this way, Kong Zhuo took the initiative.

  As the man took a step forward, Kong Zhuan took a deep breath, and the sword energy inside his body circulated. His body shook, his back straightened, and his shoulders squared. He was already tall and majestic, but with this sudden movement, he seemed to grow even taller. In an instant, his aura condensed and surged, transforming from warm and gentle to fierce and overwhelming, sweeping outward in all directions and suppressing the hemp-clothed man.

  The momentum of Na Mai's people was dissipated, and before they could regain their composure, they felt Kong Zhuo's overwhelming momentum pressing down on them like Mount Tai. Their faces tightened, and with a light rebuke, they rapidly retreated backwards.

  "Too late!" Kong Zhuo shouted coldly, his body swirling with a fierce gust of wind. As the man retreated, he had already appeared in front of him, and then, a fist shot out.

  "Peng!"

  A low hum, the man's body method was apparently much quicker than Kong Zuo had imagined. After Kong Zuo's fist was thrown out, the man's two hands were raised, meeting Kong Zuo's fist head-on, as if to seal off the momentum of Kong Zuo's punch.

  Kong Zhan smiled.

  His fist speed didn't decrease at all.

  "Seal, I'll let you seal!"

  Kong Zhan sneered in his heart, could his fist strength be blocked by ordinary hands?

  It was as if he had already seen his fist smash through the man's two small forearms, striking his face and smashing his head into a mass of red and white pulp that scattered in all directions. For some reason, thinking about this made his heart involuntarily produce a thread of bloodthirsty excitement and impulse.

  The corners of his mouth curled up into a cruel arc, and his fists clenched like mountains.

  "It's over!"

  Fists intersected, Kong Zhuo let out a loud shout, and the bowl-sized fist suddenly turned, its power increasing several times in an instant.

  "Katsu!!" A sharp cry, Mai's face turned pale.

  Just as Kong Zhuan's fist came out, he subconsciously stretched out his arms to block it. However, as soon as he did, he felt that Kong Zhuan's punch was not ordinary. The extremely fast fist didn't make a single sound, but instead brought a crushing pressure like a mountain. He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

  In a state of emergency, he only managed to slightly push his left arm forward and withdraw his right arm, with his body slightly tilted.

  Kong Zhuan's fist hit his left forearm, and severe pain followed. The face of the person in black changed drastically, and at the cost of a slight bias and one left hand, he dissipated nearly 60% of Kong Zhuan's deadly punch.

  Then, his body moved swiftly, his right hand touched the waist, a silver crescent moon flashed. A punch cut towards Huang Zhong.

  One punch had merely broken the man's left arm bone, which was extremely unexpected for Kong Zhuo.

  Although the opponent reacted extremely quickly, under this punch of his own, even tempered steel would be crushed into powder. This person's physical strength was absolutely far beyond his imagination.

  As the knife flashed by, Kong Zhuo smiled calmly, his fist turned over, withdrew, and in a split second, he dodged this lightning-fast attack.

  He shook his body and then retreated backwards.

  One hit is not enough, the sharp energy has already been lost. This man's origin is unknown, but his strength is exceptionally strong, so it's better to be careful when dealing with him. Now that the opponent's momentum has been suppressed by himself and he has lost an arm, he has gained the upper hand. However, the opponent is in a state of excitement, and if he is forced into a corner, who knows what other tricks he might have up his sleeve? If he suddenly comes out with a desperate all-or-nothing attack, although he won't be defeated, but getting injured would be extremely troublesome. It's better to take it slow and steady.

  So, Kong Zhuo retreated, retreating ten zhang away.

  That man dragged his left hand, looking at Kong Zhuo with a solemn expression. The strength of this fat man was far beyond his expectations. He had heard before that Luo Fu had produced a rare genius who had cultivated to the virtual realm in just over twenty years, but he didn't care much about it.

  Xu Jing's realm is something that sounds very mysterious, but to ordinary cultivators, it's nothing special. To someone like him, it's not even worth mentioning. That's why he would hear about his sister being slapped by Kong Zhuan and immediately come looking for him, only to kick a huge iron plate instead.

  He raised the curved knife slightly with his right hand, and his vital energy condensed onto the blade. At this moment, Kong Zhuo had already locked down the vital energy in the arena, and he himself was injured, so a head-on collision was impossible; he could only take a detour to break through the surface.

  The curved blade was sharper than anything else, combined with the strange silver true yuan of the hemp-clothed man, it flashed a dazzling light.

  Does it break through the surface with a single point?

  Kong Zhan's heart stirred, his left hand made a false press, and the already formed gravity net suddenly shrank, rapidly wrapping towards the hemp-clothed man.

  "Hmm!" The man's hand flashed with a knife light, and a sharp blade of air cut out horizontally.

  "With a 'whoosh' sound, the blade light and web silk collided, the sharp blade energy directly cutting off several front web silks, but only these few."

  This Gravity Web Technique is a technique that Kong Zhan has come up with through his own epiphany, and naturally he attaches more importance to it than the techniques he learned from books. His understanding of the technique also surpasses that of ordinary techniques.

  As his strength increased rapidly, Kong Zhuang naturally improved this technique many times. However, He Hongxian was able to forcefully break through the web because Kong Zhuang had underestimated her beforehand and didn't realize that her silver-white true yuan had such a powerful effect. Now, the cultivation of this hemp-clothed man far surpassed He Hongxian's, so Kong Zhuang naturally wouldn't be as careless as before.

  He saw the knife's intention was sharp, cutting off the threads of the gravity net. Kong Zhuo just smiled, the net was completely made up of gravity, intangible and formless, but under Kong Zhuo's control it had taken on a net-like shape. Now that it had been cut off by the knife energy, it also disappeared, all of them rushing forward one after another to entwine themselves around the hemp-clothed person's body.

  Just like a spider wrapping its silk around a moth, these countless gravitational threads extracted by Kong Zhan wrapped around him layer by layer.

  The man in the hemp garment could now clearly feel his blade growing dull, becoming sluggish, and unable to move forward another step. The gentle, harmless gravity, layered upon layer, formed an invisible giant force that seemed like a huge hand pulling him down.

  "Explode!"

  The man in the hemp garment let out a low shout, and the blade's light burst forth with extreme coldness and destructive power, violently tearing apart the layers of heavy pressure wrapped around his body.

  However, after breaking through layer upon layer of gravity, what awaited him was a twinkling starlight.

  Kong Zhuan's sword momentum had already unfolded when he was trapped, as if it had already calculated the time to break through his own seal. The sword tip met the knife light head-on and collided with each other.

  "Hiss... Clang... Ding!"

  A strange and eerie sound was heard, and the hemp-clothed man's body flew backward like a falling leaf. A mouthful of dark red blood spurted out into the air. Kong Zhui showed no mercy, his hand holding the immortal sword darting forward like a venomous snake swallowing its prey, aiming straight for the hemp-clothed man's throat.

  The man's retreat was unstoppable, and the curved knife in his right hand seemed to have been injured after colliding with Kong Zhuo, so he didn't even have time to defend himself, giving Kong Zhuo absolute confidence to seal his throat with one sword.

  Unfortunately, having confidence in this world does not necessarily mean success.

  The sword was sealed three inches from his throat.

  That left hand, which had been disabled by Kong Yan's punch, somehow lifted up and tightly grasped the sword tip.

  That hand can no longer be called a hand, but rather should be referred to as a claw.

  Snow-white paws, fingertips sharp as knives, just like beast claws.

  This claw indeed blocked Kong Zhongjian's momentum.

  Kong Zhuo smiled, and with a surge of energy in his hand, he thrust forward, sending out a three-foot-long purple sword aura from the tip of his sword, flashing a dazzling purple light.

  One sword seals the throat!

  The man's hand went limp and his body floated backward.

  Kong Zhan's face changed greatly, the sword light was withdrawn, and his body shape quickly retreated backwards, but the speed of his retreat was much faster than when he handed over the sword.

  A white shadow flashed out from the body of that hemp-clothed person.

  "Whoosh, whoosh!" Two flashes of cold light, and Kong Zhuo's speed was fast, but he still felt the chilling air rushing towards him. His clothes were slashed with four gashes on each side, and his body also had eight white marks carved into it. If not for his robust physique, any other cultivator would have been torn to shreds by these two strikes.

  The white shadow's first strike was incomplete and didn't stop, transforming into a white stream of light that shot straight at Kong Zhuo, its speed and power more than ten times faster than before.

  "Monster!"

  At this time, Zheng Wanqiu and Zhou Ziren, who were not far away, finally reacted and exclaimed.

  Under the shroud of his swift and nimble movements, Kong Zhan finally reacted, realizing that the opponent he was facing was not an ordinary human, but a demon, a genuine one that had disappeared for who knows how many years.