I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 360: Chapter 297: So You Know You’re a Fiend Too_2

But Duan Rong merely chuckled lightly and wielded his saber to block, effortlessly neutralizing Ximen Kankan’s flurry of attacks.

Ximen Kankan, realizing immediately that he was no match, feigned with his Thunder Smoke Saber and leapt to the side, attempting to escape to the other side of the dense forest.

Yet, just as Ximen Kankan moved, Duan Rong lunged forward, his saber slashing horizontally, launching an attack toward Ximen Kankan.

Ximen Kankan had no choice but to raise his saber to defend.

Duan Rong laughed, "Boy, you think you can just run away when you can’t win? Do you take me for a mere decoration?"

Seeing that this old fellow not only had formidable saber skills but also remarkable lightweight skill, Ximen Kankan immediately abandoned the idea of fleeing and focused entirely on the battle.

Duan Rong, in his early forties, had no sons, only three daughters, and though he was incredibly wealthy, this had always weighed on his heart.

Initially, when he saw his opponent was a little fatty in the clearing of the dense forest, he was quite displeased, but upon seeing Ximen Kankan himself, who appeared sharp and charming, joy arose in his heart, and he began to hold back a bit in his strikes.

Ximen Kankan’s eyes were focused, his small eyes gleaming with a bright light, and as Duan Rong battled him, he started feeling something was amiss.

Ximen Kankan’s saber was becoming faster and more cunning!

A chill ran down Duan Rong’s spine, and he suddenly realized that while he could easily fend off Ximen Kankan’s attacks initially, in less than half an incense stick’s time, he had involuntarily begun exerting his full martial arts prowess.

Duan Rong’s gaze toward Ximen Kankan changed abruptly. "This boy... He actually broke through!"

Ximen Kankan had indeed broken through!

He had achieved the Great Success Realm for over half a year. Back while sparring in saber techniques with Duan Rong, he was already in this realm.

However, his mind had never truly been on martial arts, and the breakthrough to the Micro Realm had remained elusive.

But now, in this wild dense forest, faced with a life-and-death crisis, the fragments of understanding he had accumulated during his sparring with Duan Rong converged instantly.

In the crucible of life and death, he had a moment of breakthrough, stepping into the Realm of Micro!

As soon as he entered the Micro Realm, Ximen Kankan became a martial artist of the same realm as Duan Rong, and with the eerie and exquisite Thunder Smoke Saber, Duan Rong instantly felt a mounting pressure.

Ximen Kankan’s saber style was like smoke, attacking like thunder, and between the real and illusory saber shadows, it was utterly unpredictable.

As Ximen Kankan advanced, he gradually gained the upper hand over Duan Rong, reversing the situation, and Ximen Kankan began forcing Duan Rong to retreat bit by bit, struggling to cope.

Ximen Kankan’s saber technique was fierce; suddenly, a stab hit Duan Rong’s shoulder, and with a twist, a large chunk of flesh was torn off.

Enduring the pain, Duan Rong gritted his teeth, only to see the flesh on his shoulder, a mess of blood, quickly writhe and heal in an instant.

"Filthy blood... demon..." Ximen Kankan exclaimed in shock.

"Demon?" Duan Rong’s face darkened with anger, "It’s actually demon folk!"

Ximen’s saber shadows sped up, shouting, "Old man! So you admit, you’re demon folk!"

"Bah!" Duan Rong said, "We are the Filthy Blood God Sect!"

Furious at heart, Duan Rong realized that he had unwittingly been led astray by this kid and ended up swearing at himself.

Seeing Ximen Kankan’s saber techniques were strange and exquisite, and difficult to defeat with martial arts alone, Duan Rong’s mind commanded, and blood threads erupted around his body!

Around Duan Rong, blood threads floated and writhed, once again shifting the tide of attack and defense between the two.

Duan Rong’s Filthy Blood Divine Skill had already achieved the Second Layer, and Ximen Kankan, merely in the Micro Realm, couldn’t possibly break through his blood silk body protection.

With the Filthy Blood Divine Skill protecting him, Duan Rong directly ignored Ximen Kankan’s attacks, his saber shadows flashing, employing a reckless, fearless fighting style, aiming straight for Ximen Kankan’s body.

Ximen Kankan, having just broken through in battle and still full of confidence, suddenly found himself at a loss.

The blood threads floating around Duan Rong, like living creatures, were exceptionally agile, and wherever Ximen’s saber shadows reached, no matter how cunning and bizarre, those blood threads instantly converged and collided with his saber shadows, dissolving his attacks.

After a round of attempts, Ximen Kankan immediately gave up attacking, focusing solely on dodging and defending against Duan Rong’s flashing saber shadows.

After a few moments, Duan Rong had Ximen Kankan cornered beneath a thick, towering tree, with no room left to retreat.

With Ximen Kankan pushed into a corner, Duan Rong finally voiced the words he had been suppressing in his heart.

"Boy, I have no sons. If you agree to become my son, I’ll spare your life."

Sweat beaded on Ximen Kankan’s brow, fear flickering in his eyes, yet he retorted, "To go and become a demon like you? Old geezer, someone like you, I wouldn’t even want as a grandson. With a grandson like you, people would gossip behind my back, cursing me for raising such a demon grandson, tarnishing the family name!"

Duan Rong, enraged by Ximen Kankan’s ridicule and insults, turned pale with anger, "Since you refuse to appreciate my kindness, I’ll just have to take your life in exchange for cultivation technique."

As he spoke, Duan Rong’s saber shadows flashed dangerously, each strike aimed at Ximen Kankan’s vital spots!

Ximen Kankan struggled to hold his ground, knowing that with a small misstep, he would meet his death. Just then, from behind the big tree, a figure the size of a meat mountain suddenly emerged.

The figure was so towering that as soon as it appeared, it blocked the daylight from the sides of the two fighters.

Both felt a darkness over their eyes, a flutter in their hearts, and in the next moment, A-Mo’s massive fist swung towards Duan Rong.

The fist was as big as a bucket, swift as a thunderclap, and the blood threads around Duan Rong gathered like feeding fish, rising to meet and clash with A-Mo’s massive bucket-sized fist.