Chapter 318: Invulnerable Body
As they sensed the smell of blood flowing from Bryson, all the children of the Luo Clan fell into shock.
“What a dense smell of blood! This is not a cultivation method of our Luo Clan!”
“Bryson has been practicing the Purple Light Fist, hasn't he? But why did he suddenly switch to another one?”
“It seems to be... Blood Evil Force!” “Isn't it the cultivation method that the Blood Prisoner is infamous for? Why would Bryson adopt this wicked method?”
Hodge and the others all turned pale.
A while ago, when the C County government attempted to hunt down Blood Prisoner, a criminal infamous for his dark cultivation method, they released a detailed order for arrest that contained an elaborate description of Blood Prisoner's appearance, physical characteristics, and the cultivation method he usually employed.
Judging by the scent of blood coming from Bryson, his cultivation method was practically the same as the description of the Blood Evil Force that was written on the official notice. However, Hodge was not perfectly certain about his assumptions, therefore he did not want to jump into conclusions.
After all, Hodge and the other members of the Luo Clan had never seen Blood Prisoner in person. Also, the details from the order of arrest were insufficient and quite vague for them to correctly identify and recognize the wanted criminal.
Although they could not exactly pinpoint the relationship between Bryson and Blood Prisoner, Hodge was sure of one thing, and it was the fact that the cultivation method Bryson was practicing was definitely indecent, dark and forbidden.
The sound of swinging swords against each other filled the air. “Swish, swish, swish.”
After Bryson moved his fingers, 12 swords suddenly rose up behind him and shot up to the sky as they left 12 streaks of their trajectory in the air.
Fear struck in the eyes of the members of the Luo Clan. Looking at the terrifying sight of the flying swords above their heads was like facing Death himself.
As the swords continued to soar in the sky, the vile smell of dark blood grew stronger as if demons were flying all over the heavens.
Many of the Luo Clan members had their hearts jump up to their throats as they watched the swords come after Zen to take his life. They all grew cold in terror. They thought,“Can Zen really fend off those swords? As strong as his power is, is he truly an equal match against Bryson?”
But they all knew Zen would head on no matter what. 'Now that Zen wants to reestablish the Luo Clan and save it from falling apart in this abyss, the most crucial task for him is to defeat Bryson!
If Zen fails to do so, then all he has ever said will only be empty words. Surely, we, who follow Zen would suffer too.' Considering Bryson's temper, perhaps all the people present in the Martial Arts Hall today would be persecuted!
'So, can Zen really make it?' they wondered.
Back then when Zen tried to run away from the Luo Clan, it was Bryson who forced him back using his flying swords. As each sword came at Zen, he had to take a step back, because at that time, Zen did not have the guts to fight against those swords.
However, Zen saw things differently now. Though the scarlet life vitality attached to those swords gave off the strong, sickening odor of blood, Zen could sense that the smell was not pure enough. This only meant Bryson led a halfhearted attack with the swords.
Even the life vitality of any collateral descendant from a small noble clan in the Imperial Capital would be far purer than Bryson's.
While the frightened Luo Clan members fearfully saw the flying swords like serpents descending from the sky, Zen saw them differently. To Zen Luo, the blood-stenched swords of his uncle Bryson were merely tiny bugs he could easily crush.
Zen keenly watched as the 12 swords separated and swooped down and bolted towards him. With a cold smirk on his face, he effortlessly leapt down from the roof, his feet light as a feather. He landed on the courtyard wall, and quickly rushed to Bryson.
The swords darted at Zen one after another, trying to impede him as he charged towards Bryson.
But Zen was as agile as a monkey. Whenever the swords were about to hit him, Zen always managed to dodge them by a fraction of an inch.
The members of the Luo Clan were in awe — amazed at what they saw that they almost threw into panic. After all, as far as they were concerned, if Zen made the slightest mistake, he would instantly have 12 holes in his body.
The most powerful seniors in the Luo Clan were very impressed with Zen's fighting skills. Zen Luo earned their utmost respect when he showed his unfaltering fearlessness as he swiftly moved through the rushing swords that flew past him, dodging them with the finest precision and timing.
“Only a man who has absolute confidence in his swiftness and moving techniques dare to face 12 flying swords of death! Zen… ... is already that powerful?”
After running all the way to the end of the wall despite the dangerous attacks, Zen leapt towards a small platform. Just before Zen landed, Bryson let out a sneer.
“Zen, do you really think you can escape from my swords? Your confidence blinds you. You're too predictable. I calculated that you will be stepping on this platform. Well, now I'll watch how you get away with this one!”
As Bryson's remark faded, the 12 swords abruptly shot towards that platform. At this point, Zen was still up in the air, unable to duck anywhere.
“Go to perdition!” Bryson angrily shouted. Bryson flashed a mocking smile as he watched Zen struggle to fight through his swords. He thought to himself, 'This kid is still too young. If Zen had practiced martial arts in Cloud Sect for at least a decade or so, then I'm afraid he could surpass me and I wouldn't be able to equally match him as rival.
But now, even though Zen has improved greatly, I have achieved a milestone as well. I have inherited the Blood Evil Force from no other than Blood Prisoner himself. Now I am not only stronger, but my skills and power have been enhanced as well!
Zen, you are not my equal!'
Unexpectedly, Zen made a move that had the audience shouting in fear,“Ah garbage, don't jump there!” A member of the Luo Clan shrieked,“Bryson sneaked an escape-proof net on that little platform from the start! How clever of him. Maybe all his previous attacks were well-thought of and calculated only to lead Zen to his trap!”
The Luo Clan members could only imagine the worst that could happen in this clash. It seemed as if the tables had been turned and Bryson took over the upper hand of the battle. Some of them even closed their eyes because they knew they wouldn't be able to bear the unholy image of dripping blood from 12 swords piercing through Zen's body.
Even the seniors of the Luo Clan who, just a few moments ago, were speechless in amazement, were at a loss for words for what they were seeing right now. Disappointedly, they sighed,“We never thought Zen could fall into Bryson's trap so easily.”
At this point of the battle, Melvin and Tristan nervously had their fists clenched tightly, praying for a miracle to come even if Zen's chances of winning seemed so slim.
Meanwhile, standing at the back of the crowd, Yan could not help but shake her head and heave with a sigh, 'With Zen's almost indestructible body, those swords would not hurt him even if they deeply pierce into his flesh.
I wonder what kind of expression will be on Bryson's face once he realizes Zen will beat him to death." Yan smirked.
Bryson was feeling so thrilled that he could feel the surge of adrenaline, rushing though his veins. He wanted to give Zen a more tragic death, and so he wielded more life vitality to increase the fury of his swords by 50 percent! With this overwhelming power, not only could the swords pierce through Zen's flesh, but they could stab all the way through his body and leave 24 holes of free-flowing blood.
Once the flying swords lunged at Zen, the excitement in Bryson's face faded in an instant. Suddenly, his expression grew bemused, bewildered at what he just saw before his eyes.
'How come... How come Zen didn't get penetrated by my flying swords?
It seems like the swords just bounced off the moment they touched Zen's flesh, doesn't it?
But how can it be possible?
There is a slim possibility that Zen's protective life vitality has warded them off. But I saw it clearly that what those flying swords targeted was Zen's corporeal body.
Could a man's corporeal body be that invulnerable?
No way!
Those flying swords are propelled by the Blood Evil Force!
Although the Blood Evil Force is a tier 3 cultivation method, this cultivation method pursues the way of killing, allowing me to get twofold progress with half the effort. Its power is way more formidable than those at the same tier. It's almost as powerful as a tier 4 cultivation method!'
The members of the Luo Clan were dumbfounded. They couldn't believe what they just saw.
In fact, they felt relieved that Zen suddenly regained the upper hand — his performance was just beyond their imagination. They were in shock, but deep down inside they were all cheering Zen on.
In the eyes of those members of the Luo Clan, Bryson was a tyrant with supreme power. His power and strength were so overwhelming, that he could effortlessly end the life of anyone in the Luo Clan.
Because of this, no one dared disobey him.
If they did, only one thing awaited them — death.
However...
When Bryson launched this full-power strike, Zen fought it off simply with his indestructible body.
The 12 flying swords just ricochetted off of Zen's body, not even leaving a single cut nor a simple scratch.
“This has to be the invulnerable body mentioned in the legends,” mumbled one of the members of the Luo Clan.
Even when Bridger, who was dim-sighted from old age, saw this miraculous scene, two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes. He then exclaimed with his old, husky voice,“Indeed, justice always prevails. Now, Mike can truly rest in peace knowing he now has a worthy successor.”
Glaring at the flabbergasted Bryson, Zen demanded coldly,“You tell me, how should I dodge you? Actually, I never even considered running away from you. Though you and I are both at the third rank of the nature level, the gap between you and me is beyond your imagination!”
Zen hopped from the small platform once again and dashed over towards Bryson.
Still, Bryson was not to be underestimated.
Since his strongest strike did not turn out the way he pictured it to be, he could tell that Zen's strength had now grown out of his league.
Bryson's body grew cold out of fear. With the overwhelming fright that was surging through him right now, only one thing popped up in his head — escape.
But how could Bryson outrun the indestructible Zen? When Zen picked up his speed, he caught up to Bryson within barely a second.
During this desperate moment, Bryson had no choice but to yell. “Help me!”
But at this point, Zen already landed behind Bryson. He muttered icily,“Even if a king were here, he couldn't get you out of this now!”
Zen smacked his fist into Bryson's back. The impact of his punch sent Bryson crashing through a house nearby.
Suddenly, a chilling voice sounded not too far,“Who dares to hurt my disciple? I'll eat you up alive!”