Holy Fist
Chapter 321 - 165 Blood Pill levels, Wailing Secret Sword

Chapter 321: 165 Blood Pill levels, Wailing Secret Sword

"It’s him!"

Luo Liang’s eyes widened with terror as he suddenly turned and instinctively took a step forward.

A gentle breeze brushed past him, causing a slight tremor in his hair.

For no apparent reason, a steel-cast shadow of a tower blocked his path, its icy silence heralding despair. Its muscular chest rose like a wall of sighs, crushing spirits. Tattered cloth strips hung over arms wrapped in engorged, rock-white veins, heaving subtly.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

The sound of a deep breath, steady and thunderous, filling the air. As he inhaled, the air currents visibly surged toward him, forming whirlwinds.

At that moment, Luo Liang could only perceive that the body before him was surely not human. It was as if an ancient, massive elephant, proclaimed king of the land, had all its flesh and blood compressed and forcibly shaped into human form.

Because he was close enough, he even felt a tremendous magnetic field drawing him in, like a furnace radiating waves of intense heat. He could barely stand still, almost toppling into the embrace of his adversary.

"I searched the entire underground base, killed everyone, but I didn’t find you. So I thought you must be hiding in some safe corner, waiting to emerge once it was all over. Thus, I came to wait at the factory entrance for you. You know what? You wasted half an hour of my time..."

The dull voice of Bai Xiao echoed, as if resonating within his chest.

He extended a hand, gently placing it on Luo Liang’s shoulder.

Luo Liang’s legs buckled, and he nearly knelt. Bai Xiao’s arm seemed to weigh tons, a mountain bearing down on him.

But in reality, Bai Xiao had not exerted any force.

This was simply a psychological effect born from Luo Liang’s overwhelming fear.

His pupils dilated, shoulders trembled, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Bai Xiao looked down upon him from above, his expressionless face exuding domineering authority and the cold resolve to control life and death. The icy gaze swept over the back of his hand where the Skull Mark flickered, clearly feeding off immense fear.

"Your base is destroyed, your men are gone, and now only you remain! Do you feel hate? Anger? Heh, it’s futile. I’ve destroyed the surveillance, killed everyone, and now all I need to do is silence you, and it will all be over. Tremble, weep, struggle!"

"This is the price of powerlessness..."

"Fear me, then die!"

The emotionless countenance of Bai Xiao, stiff as if wrought by the uncanny valley effect, suddenly softened with an inexplicably gentle contrast of a smile, sending Luo Liang into complete mental collapse.

His heart pounded wildly, pupils constricted to the size of pinpoints, his palms sweating profusely. He was evidently in a state of extreme terror and mental breakdown.

He was almost at the edge of being scared to death.

"I... I..."

Luo Liang muttered to himself, his face blank as he lifted his head.

Suddenly, a sound pierced the air.

A finger-thick streak of dark sword light flashed like lightning.

A large wound opened on his back, blood spilling wildly as his life force rapidly drained away. Luo Liang’s face paled before his eyes, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Who?!"

Bai Xiao’s face darkened, a flash of anger in his eyes.

The attack had been incredibly fast; even he hadn’t been able to react immediately. Whoever had struck was no ordinary being.

Tap tap tap...

A figure slowly emerged from the woods next to the factory.

The man had black hair and black eyes, an ordinary face, and equally unremarkable clothing. Even his build was average, indistinguishable in a crowd. But his arms, draped over his sides like those of an orangutan, were strong and elongated. A sign of astonishing bone structure and powerful muscles, ready to unleash frightful strength at any moment.

His ten fingers were sinewy as dragons, calloused on the tips.

At his right side, a strangely shaped, ominously sharp spear sword hung from a belt, robust and ready. The sword’s hilt was rough with densely packed fish-scale patterns, and the round handguard bloomed outward like a black flower. The meter-and-a-half-long blade thinned as it moved away from the hilt,

culminating in a pinpoint of silvery light that twinkled in the sun.

The man walked evenly out of the woods, each step measured as if with a ruler, never deviating in the slightest.

"Do you fear the Fear Secret Technique?"

He looked at Bai Xiao with lifeless eyes and asked suddenly.

His voice was chillingly cold, mechanical, devoid of any intonation. Coupled with his somewhat triangular face, he resembled a praying mantis tilting its head slightly, half-closing its eyes as it watched its prey.

"What Fear Secret Technique?"

A jolt went through Bai Xiao’s heart; he thought of the Secret Martial arts manual yet to be activated.

"The so-called Fear Secret Technique captures the essence of fear as the greatest flaw and characteristic of human nature. Each move, each sword strike or punch carries the spirit of fear, exerting extreme pressure on the enemy’s spirit, and brutally invading their sense of security. Until their attention and reactions dwindle, their spirits collapse, or even their hearts and lungs fail."

The mysterious man before him began to explain word by word.

"You may call me Feng Jun..."

"I come from Ghost Face, drawn by the sudden emergence of the fear aura in Huaisui City. If you’re a cultivator of the Fear Secret Technique, then join us; we welcome you. If not, then prepare to die..."