Purgatory Artist-Chapter 448: Two Battles

"Come, let's continue reading"

Liu Ping held the 'Introduction to Bloodheart Style Martial Arts' book and read: "In a state of selflessness, use various sealing techniques to awaken one's soul and resonate with the spirit of the world"

"What do you mean by 'various kinds of sealing techniques'?"

Across from him, the man obediently sat still and answered: "It means to seal one's consciousness."

"Oh? Is that so? "Liu Ping asked.

"Indeed" the man answered.

Liu Ping squatted down in front of him, glanced at the book and asked: "Is that so? You have to seal your six senses first ... "

"That's right" the man answered.

Liu Ping sighed and spoke with a bit of disappointment: "Why is everything you say a lie?"

A line of burning text appeared in the void of space:

[As the Four Saint Pillars continue to grow stronger, your strength also continues to awaken]

[You are the King of Deceit, the Lord of Deceit who 'Emerges' from Occultism, the wielder of the Law of Occultism]

[When you listen carefully, living beings will not be able to deceive you with lies]

Liu Ping glanced at them, stood up from the deck, and stretched.

A cold gleam flashed.

Over a dozen cuts appeared on the man's body.

These cuts seemed to have a life of their own as they drilled into the man's body.

With every breath, the wounds became deeper.

"My apologies, this is something I used to deal with people I didn't like when I was young."

Accompanied by Liu Ping's voice, the man let out a series of shrill screams.

"Why! I didn't lie to you! "

While screaming in pain, he spoke with utmost sincerity.

Liu Ping was a bit speechless, grabbed him and spoke with a serious tone: "Listen, tell me, how can I enter Chu Yunshang's world?"

"As long as you let me go, I have a way to bring you in!" the man answered.

"Lies" Liu Ping said, "I'll ask you again, can you obtain a person's spirit if you kill them?"

"Impossible! That's impossible! "the man answered.

"You're lying again" Liu Ping smiled: "How did you obtain a spirit's favor?"

"I found it and moved it" the man answered.

"Still a lie, there's no truth in your words. As someone of the same profession, I admire you a lot, but perhaps you should listen to this saying: 'people of the same profession are enemies'"

Liu Ping raised his long sword and pointed it at the man's heart.

"Damn it! Damned brat! "

The man let out a furious roar, unwilling to accept this: "If I had used Spirit's power from the very beginning, I wouldn't have fallen to this point!"

"A battle is a matter of life and death. If you make a mistake, you have to admit that you're dead. If you bring it up now, it will only make you seem unprofessional." Liu Ping shrugged.

The long blade slowly pierced into the man's chest.

The man gradually held his breath, not daring to move an inch.

"You feel it?"

Liu Ping asked.

The man nodded.

"Your heart is only half an inch away from the tip of my blade. It's beating non-stop. Next, you have one more chance to answer my question. If you get it wrong again, it won't beat anymore," Liu Ping said.

The man looked at Liu Ping in fear.

Liu Ping sighed and said, "This is your last chance. Please listen to the question."

"Chu Yunshang is just a young girl. Why are you thirty-two martial arts schools working together to deal with a girl who has just become a martial artist?"

The man did not speak, but his expression became even more nervous.

"She doesn't actually pose a threat to you, right? Why are you so bent on dealing with her?" Liu Ping asked.

"Oh right, remember to tell the truth. If you lie, that lie will be the last thing you say in this world."

The man thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "To be honest, I don't know."

"You don't know at all?" Liu Ping asked.

"I don't know who made us work together, nor do I know why. The only thing I know is one thing," the man said.

"What is it?" Liu Ping asked.

"Her spirit is different. It's said that it's about to awaken to a new level," the man said.

"Spirits can continue to evolve?" Liu Ping was surprised.

"Of course! Compared to us humans, the evolution of spirits is more difficult. Therefore, every time it evolves, it will be greatly improved. After all, it's the power of an entire world, "the man said.

"It's just an evolution of a spirit. Is it worth it for you to take action?" Liu Ping asked.

The man stared and said, "Now I believe that you're really a nightmare ghost. You don't know how difficult it is."

"You mean, there are very few spirits that can evolve?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes," the man said.

"You want to kill her and take her spirit?" Liu Ping asked.

"That's not the case. If we kill her, her spirit will be greatly weakened. From then on, she will hold a grudge against us and will definitely not come close to us," the man said.

"That's strange," Liu Ping frowned.

The world fell into silence.

"... Look, I'm telling the truth," the man said carefully.

Liu Ping's thoughts were interrupted, and he said, "Ah, yes, you were telling the truth just now."

"Then can you let me go?" the man said.

Liu Ping said, "Bear with it. I'm going to pull out my sword."

He slowly pulled out his sword from the man's chest and nodded, "See, there's not much blood."

"Thank you for sparing my life," the man said with relief.

Liu Ping smiled, "No need to thank me. Anyway, it's time for you to go."

He waved his sword.

A flash of sword light shot out from the blade, cutting everything in its path in half.

A head flew into the sky.

A mist of blood rose.

Once the person died, the whole world was blown away like the wind.

As Liu Ping slowly sheathed his sword, he had already returned to the dojo.

Everything was normal.

There was only a headless corpse kneeling in front of him.

Bang!

The head fell out of nowhere and hit the wooden floor. It rolled a few meters and stopped.

Liu Ping acted as if he did not see it. He flipped through the booklet in his hand and said helplessly,

"What a headache. There are too many special terms. I don't have any basic knowledge. How can I read them?"

He put the booklet away and sat down in front of the headless corpse.

Chu Yunshang will be fine, right?

He had already killed one of the three people who surrounded her.

As for the other two ...

He only hoped that Chu Yunshang could defeat them.

If she failed ...

Liu Ping closed his eyes and suddenly opened them again.

"It's been a long time since I made a Ten Thousand Soul Banner ... I don't know if killing all 32 dojos will relieve my anger ... Maybe killing the Martial Alliance will relieve my anger. What a headache."

He put the sword on his knees and said thoughtfully.

...

Let's rewind time a little.

Another world created by a spirit.

Chu Yunshang landed and saw that she was surrounded by a desolate land.

Three figures landed on the opposite side.

One of the figures shook, fell to the ground, and stopped moving.

The other two figures were a little surprised and took a closer look.

"He's dead," one of them said.

"That idiot. He didn't cover himself with the power of the world when that kid attacked. He deserved to die for being so careless," the other person said.

The two of them looked at Chu Yunshang together.

Chu Yunshang looked back and forth several times and said anxiously, "Where's Liu Ping? What did you do to him? "

Of the two, the burly man pulled out a spiked club and said, "Let's go.

"You'd better worry about yourself."

Chu Yunshang took a step back and recalled, "There were four of you. He killed one of you and one of you was a Martial Master. Did you send a Martial Master to deal with him?"

"That young man was too arrogant during the day. He should have been killed by now," the burly man said.

His companion said, "The higher-ups said that they wanted to make this' one in a million martial arts prodigy 'feel despair, so they sent out a Martial Artist with a real spirit."

Chu Yunshang took a few steps back in a daze. She swayed and almost fell.

Was there no chance left?

Liu Ping had that filthy power, but the Martial Artists this time were several times stronger than those mad dogs.

Could he survive?

The two Martial Artists looked at each other.

"You've lost your will to fight? You're too young to take any blows, "the burly man sneered.

"Fine, that's good. We'll take you back now," his companion said.

Chu Yunshang said in a daze.

"I've been practicing martial arts for more than ten years. After many hardships, I finally became a Martial Artist. Unfortunately, no one cared about me, and no one came to the dojo to cultivate ... In the end, I finally met someone who could help me, but you want to kill him."

She slowly looked up.

Behind her, wisps of red light appeared one after another.

"No."

"He's definitely not dead."

Chu Yunshang floated up.

"I'm going to kill you. Save him now!"

Boom!

The red light behind her suddenly spread out and turned into a boundless sea of light.

"Oh no, her spirit has awakened!" the burly man exclaimed and threw a punch.

A glowing fist flew out and went straight for Chu Yunshang.

"I'm going!" his companion said.

His body shook and rushed towards Chu Yunshang like a flash of light.

The next moment.

The sea of light wrapped around Chu Yunshang and gathered into a blood-red cloak that gently wrapped around her.

When the fist was about to hit her, she slightly twisted her waist.

The blood-red cloak fluttered and absorbed the fist into it, turning it into nothingness.

"That's impossible!" the burly man exclaimed.

As soon as he said that.

Chu Yunshang instantly disappeared.

The man who rushed forward was stunned.

Where did she go?

Not only did she block the spirit fist, she also disappeared right in front of me?

The man's expression changed a few times and shouted: "Old Li, did you see her?"

"I didn't!"

"Oh no, her level has already far surpassed ours"

Before he could finish.

A cat made of blood-red light silently appeared above his head and sucked.

The man screamed in pain.

Streaks of blood-red light came out from his orifices and were sucked into the cat.

Following that, the man felt like all his strength had been sucked away as he collapsed on the ground, his flesh and blood slowly disappearing.

The blood-red cat hovered in the air, turned its head and stared at the burly man with its vertical pupils.

The burly man wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and took a few steps back.

"Wait a minute, I admit defeat" the man said.

"Die, meow!"

The cat replied with a murderous look in its eyes.

It suddenly disappeared.