Stranger Danger-Chapter 1186: Bronze Sacred Demon Art

“A Great Grandmaster! He’s a Great Grandmaster!”

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“Who is that man? How is it that he’s holding his own against the Brocade Shirt Marquis?”

“The battle between two Great Grandmasters is terrifying! It feels like a battle between a god and a demon, not human!”

“Who do you think will come out on top?”

“What kind of question is that? The Brocade Shirt Marquis is going to win, of course! Don’t you see that he’s using the ‘Bronze Sacred Demon Art’ already?”

“That’s right! The Brocade Shirt Marquis has the upper hand right now!”

“Oh no. Run! They’re coming our way!”

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At Myriad Buddha Town, every man and woman was watching the two godlike figures going at each other like gods and demons with stunned expressions.

There was a saying that went something like this: An outsider enjoys the atmosphere, but the insider examines the details. From an outsider’s perspective, and it looked to them that the Brocade Shirt Marquis was going on the offensive and beating down on Ye Qing.

Ink Flute believed that the Brocade Shirt Marquis was the one who was really at a disadvantage, however. It was because the Brocade Shirt Marquis’s attacks were growing more and more hasty, and energies less and less stable. On the other hand, Ye Qing handled everything that was thrown at him like the wind, unflappable no matter the circumstances.

Zhao Changming was, in fact, panicking and in disarray.

Technique wasn’t the only thing that entailed in a duel between warriors. It was also a battle of will and mental fortitude.

If a warrior’s heart was in disarray, then it was inevitable that their technique was in disarray as well. Naturally, there was no way for such a warrior to emerge victorious.

But why was Zhao Changming in disarray? Because he discovered that Ye Qing outmatched him in every way: strength, physique, and even true qi.

This was the first time he encountered such a situation since mastering the “Bronze Sacred Demon Art”.

The “Bronze Sacred Demon Art” was a martial art invented by Fang Qingtong the “Demonic Visitor” five hundred years ago. It was a martial art about consuming bronze, refining the Qi of Refined Metal, and nurturing one’s body with it until every body part had turned into bronze. At this level, a practitioner was considered to have attained the Bronze Demon Body.

On the surface, the practice method sounded pretty easy. In reality, it was anything but and extremely painful. As mentioned before, practicing the “Bronze Sacred Demon Art” required consuming bronze and refining the Qi of Refined Metal in it. However, the human teeth could not chew bronze, and the human stomach could not melt the metal when the warrior was still at a low level. Therefore, the only way to do this was to melt the bronze into liquid, swallow it, and refine the Qi of Refined Metal before it hardened.

It did not need to be said how painful and dangerous the process was. One misstep, and all the practitioner would achieve for their troubles was a painful death.

Not only that, once the practitioner began practicing the “Bronze Sacred Demon Art”, they could no longer eat the Five Grains until they had reached the adept level. This was to prevent the murky qi of the Five Grains from dirtying the purity of the Qi of Refined Metal. That was another layer of difficulty wrapped around what was already a formidable task.

That said, the power of the “Bronze Sacred Demon Art” was worth it. At the journeyman level, the practitioner was already immune to conventional weapons like they were forged of bronze. At the adept level, when the practitioner had successfully forged the Bronze Demon Body, they would become as hard and impenetrable as steel, untouchable and unshakeable by tribulation or art. The Bronze Demon Qi they cultivated would also become much greater in quantity and quality, capable of destroying anything as it boasted the sharpness of the Qi of Refined Metal.

Zhao Changming had mastered the “Bronze Sacred Demon Art” and forged the Bronze Demon Body a long time ago, and no one below the Sage stage had beaten him ever since. He might not be able to kill a Half-Sage, but a Half-Sage could not defeat him either.

But now, he was at a total disadvantage despite his Bronze Demon Body. His body was feebler, his strength was weaker, and even his true qi was inferior in both quantity and quality. This difference was only growing bigger as time passed, and it shocked him, irritated him, and scared him.

That was why he was panicking. That was why he was in disarray.

“This isn’t possible!”

Zhao Changming growled. He refused to believe that his prized Bronze Demon Body was inferior to Ye Qing. He refused to believe even more than he was inferior to a young man who was decades younger than him.

Zhao Changming clenched his right fist, and his arm muscles swelled and rippled like living creatures. The protrusions resembled mountains, and the depressions rivers.

When he thrust his fist forward, the undulating muscles gathered at the tip of his fist, and his Bronze Astral Qi transformed into a horned and scaled true dragon.

“From the depths of mountains and rivers emerged a true dragon.” Hence, the technique was called the Mountain River True Dragon Fist.

Zhao Changming’s left hand clenched halfway and so resembled a claw. Astral qi ran circles around his arm and hand until it formed the silhouette of a spotted tiger. In a sense, Zhao Changming’s left hand was now the claw of a tiger.

“Clear wind takes the form of a tiger.” Hence, the technique was called the Gale Tiger Fist.

The emergence of the two fists was like the combined assault of a tiger and a dragon, their will strong enough to unseat a thousand autumns.

Ye Qing’s response to Zhao Changming’s attack wasn’t nearly as fancy. All he did was push his hands forward.

And yet, the push was enough to flatten an uneven land and unseat the Kunlun Mountains, much less a mere dragon and tiger.

In just one exchange, Zhao Changming’s force and fist intent were overwhelmed and ripped apart by Ye Qing’s.

His vitality damaged, Zhao Changming let out a muffled groan, and bluish blood dripped out of his nose.

This was just the beginning though. While Zhao Changming’s energies were still depleted, Ye Qing closed the distance in an instant and struck him squarely on the shoulder. Like a wooden stake, Zhao Changming immediately sank into the earth all the way to his knees.

Ye Qing gave him no time to breathe. He unleashed a flurry of punches and struck him again and again.

Sometimes, falling one step behind was to fall forever behind. Now that the tables had turned, Zhao Changming could not mount even a weak counterattack. He could only endure.

Boom boom boom boom...

It wasn’t long before the ground within a hundred meters of the point of impact shattered and split into countless pieces, covering the town in dust and soot.

“Save the marquis!”

Seeing this, the seventy-two Snow Dragon Guards split into nine teams of eight and formed a formation. Then, they pulled out the blood spears behind their backs and flung it at Ye Qing.

The blood spears fell toward Ye Qing like the rain. Each spear throw already possessed nearly enough power to pierce metal and break stones, but together, they were even more powerful. The entire sky seemed to be dyed red as their strength stacked on top of each other.

When the seventy two blood spears got within six meters of Ye Qing and Zhao Changming though, they abruptly shattered into a million pieces as if they hit an invisible rock.

“Pwack!”

As soon as the blood spears exploded, the seventy-two Snow Dragon Guards collapsed on the ground and spat blood.

While the Snow Dragon Guards were contending with their injuries, eight people burst into the scene out of seemingly nowhere.

The group of eight was a mixture of male, female, old and young. However, they all boasted extremely powerful auras. Five of them were Half-Step Truemen, and the other three Truemen. They all unleashed their attacks at Ye Qing.

The three Truemen were a monk, a Taoist, and a Confucian.

The monk was wielding a demon subjugating staff and surrounded in golden light. He looked like an angry Vajra.

The Taoist was carrying five swords behind his back. When he pressed his fingers together and swung, the swords automatically left their sheaths and filled the air with sword qi.

The Confucian scholar was wielding a book and chanting what sounded like passages of a poem. The wind became his banner, and the rain his sword. It looked like he was calling the storm upon Ye Qing.

The trio were the other three Trueman stage guest warriors of the Ink Brocade Shirt Marquis Office besides Ink Flute. The angry-looking Vajra was Stonesea, the sword-manipulating Taoist was Skyview, and the poet was Not Nonsense.

Together with the Ink Flute Gentleman, they were called the Four Guest Warriors of the Brocade Shirt Marquis Office.

Zhao Changming had not underestimated Ye Qing. He had shown up with every formidable force he could muster.

Ink Flute had not stayed idle while Stonesea, Skyview, and Not Nonsense were attacking. The man had appeared on top of a short wall and blown his flute softly.

As a tune played, a borderless, endless river suddenly appeared in the sky. At the center, Stonesea, Skyview, Not Nonsense, and many opportunists who were running toward Ye Qing believing that the time had come abruptly grew much stronger than they were originally.