activa-t Chapter 67 The Night Banquet
Chapter 67 The Night Banquet
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Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Mu's punching power surged.
【Fist Stance 15/10000】.
At the same time, Duanmu Hong slowly closed his right hand.
The phantom was torn down from the sky inch by inch, its dark golden outline shrinking smaller and smaller, yet its struggles grew more and more violent.
The snake's tail struck the arena, creating a crack half a meter long in the rammed earth surface.
The snake's head twisted around, and a final beam of dark golden light shot out from its vertical pupils, aiming straight for Duanmu Hong's right wrist.
Duanmu Hong continued to gather his right hand, while his left hand moved the blue light barrier three inches to block in front of his wrist. The light struck the blue light barrier and exploded with a bang, sending dark gold fragments flying in all directions.
Each fragment was like a red-hot throwing knife, piercing the arena, the wooden stakes, and the pillars of the viewing platform, leaving behind countless burn marks.
The martial artists below the stage retreated to avoid the shards. One rogue cultivator was unable to dodge in time, and his right shoulder robe was grazed by the shards, instantly burning the fabric into a charred hole.
Duanmu Hong retracted his right hand, and the illusory image was forcibly compressed into a fist-sized dark gold bead.
He clenched his fingers, and the bead exploded in his palm, the dark gold fragments burning into white smoke that wafted out between his fingers.
The boy's body went limp on the ring, and he stopped breathing.
Lin Mu remained standing in place, his gaze fixed on the extremely faint, dark gold pattern that remained after the illusory image shattered.
The lines are only the size of a fingernail.
The myriad techniques of martial arts surged wildly, so intensely that they almost burned through his consciousness.
【Demon Origin Mark, Candle Dragon】--Can be replicated.
Having witnessed the power of the Candle Dragon's demon soul, Lin Mu had no reason to refuse.
The martial arts masters tried to trace the dark gold patterns, but no matter how hard they tried, they could only leave a faint mark.
There really is only one point.
[Demon Origin Mark, Zhulong 1/1000000].
The cheers rose in waves, all praising Duanmu Hong's might in slaying the great demon.
Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Lin Mu, wearing the mask of the Black Impermanence, retreated into the midst of the bustling crowd.
He returned to the courtyard, locked the door, and summoned the Martial Arts Myriad Methods, intending to practice Duanmu Hong's martial art—Azure Light, but found that his level was too low to cultivate it.
Turning over the Demon Source Mark again was still a waste of time.
Left with no other choice, he began practicing boxing techniques.
Thanks to Duanmu Hong's blue light, he could now control his fist techniques with ease.
Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes, and the body-strengthening technique slowly circulated within his body.
He simulated the movement of a fist, concealing the fist's power beneath his skin.
The first punch.
The second punch.
The third punch.
......
Until the force of the punch spreads throughout the entire body, penetrating every inch of muscle and every meridian.
hum~
Lin Mu's body was like a golden statue, and his fists resonated, exuding a terrifying aura.
Its momentum was astonishing, and it pressed forward relentlessly.
However, the duration is extremely short.
In an instant, all the blood and energy in his body were drained, leaving not a single drop.
He barely managed to stand by supporting himself on the old pear tree with his right hand, and took out a Qi and Blood Pill with his left hand and threw it into his mouth.
A warm sensation slowly circulated throughout his body, and his blood and qi flowed like fine threads within him, gradually helping him recover.
At the same time, they gained confidence.
The principle of neutralizing force is that the fist must be guided by the intention; one cannot evade hidden force.
Since it's impossible to defend against, then use body-strengthening techniques to spread the force of the punches throughout the entire body.
Once you've dealt a blow to someone with neutralizing force, exchanging blows and injuries, you might actually be able to put up a fight.
Just as he was thinking this, and about to practice a few more times to improve his skills, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.
The door latch was opened, and a servant from the Zhao family respectfully handed over a gold-embossed invitation card.
Old Master Zhao hosted a banquet at the Heyuan Restaurant and invited Lin Mu.
As a retainer of the Zhao family, Lin Mu did not refuse.
His Qi and Blood Pills were completely used up; he needed to restock...
......
The Heyuan Restaurant is especially lively tonight.
The lanterns illuminated half the street.
The three-story wooden building has two rows of large red lanterns hanging under the eaves, their red light spilling onto the bluestone pavement.
Several carriages were parked at the gate, belonging to the Zhao family and the Quan family, as well as a completely black carriage without any markings. The two horses pulling the carriage had glossy coats and their four hooves were firmly planted on the ground.
As soon as Lin Mu stepped through the gate, he bumped into a group of people.
Yu Mubai walked at the front, his moon-white robe spotless, his hair tied up with a jade crown, and the folding fan in his hand had been replaced with one made of ivory, with a tiny dark red jade pendant as its pendant.
Yan Hua lagged half a step behind, his white robes as white as snow, his expression even more somber than in the past few days, clearly indicating that he had reached the Transcendent Realm.
Five people followed behind the two, all wearing masks with tiger heads, leopard heads, eagle heads, etc. It seemed that all the top martial arts talents from Heyuan County had arrived.
Upon seeing Zhao Hu come to pick up Lin Mu, Yu Mubai stopped at the top of the stairs and gently closed his fan in his palm.
"Old Master Zhao is making quite a grand entrance tonight. Is there enough room for so many people in the private room on the west side?"
Zhao Hu cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Chief Instructor Yu is too kind."
"The East End Accord is just as good."
"The newly promoted master of the Hua Jin realm in Heyuan, Brother Yan Hua, actually admires Coach Yu. Coach Yu is truly charismatic."
Yu Mubai's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze shifted slightly, glancing towards the private room at the west end.
"Even Lord Duanmu was present; Old Master Zhao truly has a wide circle of friends."
The curtain of the private room at the west end was half-rolled up, and the lights were on.
Duanmu Hong sat in the main seat.
Yu Mubai raised his voice slightly towards the private room at the west end, "Lord Duanmu, would you do me the honor of having a chat?"
This move was intended to test the waters.
If Duanmu Hong firmly refuses, Yu Mubai will have to suspect that Duanmu Hong was seriously injured in the battle with the incarnation of Zhulong.
Duanmu Hong raised his glass: "Chief Instructor Yu is too kind. We're having a banquet at the Zhao family's dinner party tonight. Why don't we join each other for a drink?"
Yu Mubai and Duanmu Hong.
One stood at the brightest spot by the door, while the other sat in the deepest part of the private room.
Amidst the stench of alcohol and the clamor of the hall, a silent battle raged.
In the end, Yu Mubai gave up.
Yu Mubai bowed slightly, his tone impeccably respectful: "I have brought some friends with me, so it is inconvenient to disturb you. I will definitely visit you separately another day."
"That's a real pity," Duanmu Hong sighed softly, as if he genuinely felt regret.
After a cup of tea, the curtains of the east-facing private room were drawn down, and the doors of the west-facing private rooms were closed. They exchanged pleasantries.
Lin Mu, as a retainer of the Zhao family, was relegated to the lowest position.
Duanmu Hong, holding an important position and being a Core Formation expert, was the first to raise his glass.
"Thank you all for coming. Duanmu, let's drink to that first."
He stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone at the table, from Zhao Hu and Quan Feng to several family representatives whose names Lin Mu couldn't recall, before finally settling on Lin Mu.
"Since everyone here today is an old friend, I will speak frankly."
"The eternal night is approaching, and the demon race is stirring. The River Source is beset by internal and external troubles."
"We need everyone to work together to overcome this difficult time."
During the banquet, everyone raised their glasses in response. Zhao Hu stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Lord Duanmu, rest assured, the entire Zhao family will obey your orders."
Several family representatives also expressed their views one after another, their words sincere. After the clinking of glasses, a voice came from behind.
"Lord Duanmu, what exactly is this difficulty...?"
Duanmu Hong said solemnly, "As the eternal night descends and the blood moon hangs in the sky, demonic beasts will break through the barrier, shatter the confinement of the Eternal Night Forest, and come to the human world."
"They call it sowing."