My martial arts have no bottlenecks.

Chapter 29 Encounter

Not long after Liang Cheng left, Zheng Biao suddenly appeared. After searching in vain, he couldn't help but spit.

"Damn it, I'm a step too late. That kid's pretty fast."

Feeling helpless, he determined the direction and left as quickly as possible.

"I'll let you off the hook for now."

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Liang Cheng moved silently through the dense forest like a wisp of smoke. The perfected Hunyuan stance brought him a unity of body and mind, allowing him to step precisely on solid ground without disturbing a single withered leaf.

No more than three miles from the bushes they had left, the shadows of the trees ahead suddenly swayed unnaturally. Liang Cheng abruptly stopped and hid behind a tree trunk.

A giant, crimson python was slowly coiling down from a large tree. Its body was as thick as a water bucket and over three zhang long. Its scarlet tongue flickered in and out, and its vertical pupils coldly scanned its surroundings.

Second-tier demonic beast, Crimson Scale Python.

According to records, the Red Scale Python has extremely hard scales, immense strength, and can spew corrosive poisonous mist from its mouth. Ordinary martial artists with internal strength need to be careful when encountering it, as they could easily perish in its jaws.

Liang Cheng held his breath, but his gaze fell on the roots of the ancient tree where the Crimson Scale Python was coiled, where a strange herb with three leaves and a deep blue color was swaying slightly.

Cold Star Grass is one of the listed medicinal herbs.

A python guards the treasure.

Without hesitation, Liang Cheng flipped his right hand, and the cold iron dagger was already in his palm. He exerted force with his feet and shot out like an arrow!

The Crimson Scale Python reacted extremely quickly, its massive head suddenly rising, its blood-red maw opening wide, spewing out a foul-smelling, dark green venomous mist that enveloped an area of ​​three zhang in front of it.

Liang Cheng neither dodged nor evaded, but instead activated his Stone Armor Skill at full power, held his breath, and charged directly into the poisonous fog. His Wild Bull Force penetrated the dagger, transforming into a cold light that pierced straight at the giant python's vital spot!

"Sizzle—"

The dagger scraped against the scales, making a piercing sound. The crimson python was in pain and swept its massive tail, creating a howling wind that snapped trees as thick as bowls in its path.

Liang Chengteng stood up, dodging the snake's tail. He tapped the broken wood with his toes, using the force to turn back. He clenched his left fist and unleashed his full power, slamming it hard into the crack in the scales where the dagger had just pierced!

"boom!"

Scales burst open, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The Crimson Scale Python let out a mournful hiss, its massive body twisting wildly and sweeping down large swathes of trees. Liang Cheng, like a leech, moved close to its body, his dagger repeatedly piercing the wound, each time precisely amplifying the damage.

Within ten breaths, the python's body slammed to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

Liang Cheng quickly dug out a red demon core the size of a pigeon egg from the python's head, and carefully picked the Cold Star Grass and put it into a specially made medicine box.

The whole process took less than twenty breaths. He packed his things and was about to leave when he suddenly frowned. In the distance, he heard footsteps approaching rapidly, and there was more than one person.

Liang Cheng flashed away, unwilling to make contact with others. Soon, five figures appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

The leader was a short, stocky man dressed in the Iron Palm Martial Arts School uniform, whose aura was at the mid-stage of Dark Force. The four people behind him had slightly weaker auras, having just entered the Dark Force realm.

"A Crimson-Scaled Python!" A disciple with internal energy gasped as he looked at the giant python's corpse. "Who did this?"

The short, stocky man squatted down to examine the wound, his expression grave: "The wound is clean and sharp, the force is concentrated and doesn't dissipate, it's the work of a master. The scales were forcibly blasted open, the strength is at least at the peak of the Dark Force."

"Senior Brother Wang, we..." Fear showed in the eyes of the other person.

The short, stocky man's eyes flashed with malice: "He just finished a fight, he's exhausted, and he even took the treasure! Chase after him and kill him!"

After the five finished their discussion, they quickly identified the direction Liang Cheng had left in and chased after him. In the treetop, Liang Cheng's eyes were icy cold.

These five people were clearly not a temporary team, but rather a pre-arranged meeting near the entrance by the Iron Palm Martial Arts School.

They worked together seamlessly, spreading out in a fan shape during the search, responding to each other, and after chasing for about two miles, they came to a rocky slope ahead.

The short, stocky man raised his hand to signal them to stop, and frowned, saying, "The trail ends here."

"Senior Brother Wang, could that person be hiding behind the rocks?" A disciple pointed to several huge reclining ox-shaped rocks deep in the hillside.

"Be careful, spread out and search," the short, stocky man said in a deep voice.

The five people slowly dispersed, cautiously approaching the area of ​​scattered rocks.

Just as the disciple with internal energy on the far left was passing a boulder, a green shadow suddenly darted out from behind the rock like lightning!

"careful--"

Before the exclamation could even begin, Liang Cheng was already upon him, his left hand gripping the other man's throat like an iron clamp, and with a forceful squeeze, he severed the trachea.

"laugh!"

Blood spurted out, the disciple's eyes widened, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Liang Cheng let go, and the corpse slumped to the ground.

However, he didn't stop moving. Using the boulder as cover, he appeared like a ghost behind the second disciple and killed him with a single blow as well.

"Form ranks!" the short, stocky man shouted sharply. The remaining three quickly stood back to back, drew their weapons, and looked tense.

Liang Cheng slowly emerged from behind a rock, blood still dripping from his hands.

"It's you!" The short, stocky man recognized Liang Cheng's martial arts uniform, and his expression changed. "Liang Cheng from Yangwei Martial Arts School!"

"Senior Brother Wang, he's all alone..." another disciple with internal strength whispered.

"Attack together! He just killed the Crimson Scale Python, he must be exhausted!" The short, stocky man gritted his teeth and pounced first, his palms gleaming with an iron-gray luster, bringing with them a fierce palm wind.

The other two attacked from the left and right simultaneously. Instead of retreating, Liang Cheng advanced, punching both palms hard. A cracking sound of bones breaking rang out, and the short, stocky man screamed and flew backward, spitting out blood.

The other two attacks had already begun. Liang Cheng dodged the longsword on the left, and his right leg swept out like a whip, hitting the man squarely in the waist and abdomen. The man groaned and flew several feet away before collapsing to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the last man turned to run away, but Liang Cheng's dagger flew out of his hand, turning into a cold light, and accurately pierced the man's heart.

Within five breaths, three people were dead and one person was seriously injured, almost losing the ability to move.

Liang Cheng walked up to the short, stocky man and squatted down.

"Don't kill me..." the short, stocky man cried out in terror. "I'll give you all my points, if you help me crush the Life Token, how about it?"

"Tell me how you met up, and I won't kill you," Liang Cheng asked.

"Before entering the mountain, the curator gave each of us a simple map, marking several meeting points," the short, stocky man said in a trembling voice. "We agreed to meet at a certain location near the entrance..."

Liang Cheng nodded, reached out and pulled the leather bag and life-saving token from his waist. "I'll take the points," he stood up, "and I don't want your life."

"Thanks."

Liang Cheng ignored the short, stocky man who was slumped on the ground, quickly searched the other four men's bags and valuables, and disappeared into the depths of the rocky slope in a few leaps.

Only after his figure completely disappeared did the short, stocky man tremble as he prepared to take out his life-saving token, but after searching for a while, he couldn't find it at all.

not good!

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and monsters were lurking around. He was now almost completely unable to move and could only wait to die here.

Not long after, a demon wolf with crimson eyes appeared and pounced on them instantly.

"Liang Cheng!"

A piercing shout rang out, while Liang Cheng remained expressionless in the distance.

He kept his promise and did not kill anyone. As for the monster eating people, what does that have to do with Liang Cheng?

He found a secluded spot, hid there, and began to take stock of his spoils: seventeen demonic beasts with left ears, three of which were second-tier; five demonic cores; several spirit herbs; and a few map fragments marked with different symbols.

He pieced together the map fragments and found several locations that appeared to be resource points or monster lairs, indicating that they had been prepared for this.

"Iron Palm Martial Arts School saved me some trouble."

Liang Cheng carefully put away the useful items and looked up into the depths of the dense forest. The battle just now had been quite loud and had probably attracted the attention of others nearby.

He discerned the direction and no longer proceeded in a straight line, but instead chose a circuitous route, speeding towards the deeper parts of the central region.

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