Rise of The Demon General
Chapter 183. Answering a Challenge

Chapter 183: Chapter 183. Answering a Challenge

"Luan Fo," Luan Xuan called from above. "You know that one is not yet..."

"Don’t worry. He will still breathe," Luan Fo said. He looked back at Amon, "Come! Entertain me for a bit. I just want to make you change your expression. I won’t kill you."

"What’s the benefit for me?" Amon asked.

"What the... Am I hearing this right?! Ahahaha..." Luan Fo laughed. "Your benefit is I don’t ask the others to hold you still, and I kill you as you can do nothing. How about that?"

"He said something about I am not yet. Does that mean you can’t kill me yet?" Amon pointed at Luan Xuan.

Luan Fo couldn’t believe this brat. It took him a few seconds before he said, "Well, maybe, but it doesn’t stop me from having people hold you down as I flayed you slowly. You will still be alive then, won’t you? Or have those men come and rape you instead. I bet they are willing to try raping a boy after getting bored with that woman."

Amon nodded. "Fine." He stood up. He then looked at Luan Xuan and asked, "If he dies in my hands. What are you going to do to me?"

"Dies in your... Ahahaha... Ahahaha! You are unbelievable!" Luan Fo laughed uncontrollably. "You are just a Peak Strength stage. I am an Intermediate Transformation stage cultivator. Do you have any idea what that means?"

Amon didn’t respond to Luan Fo. His gaze remained on Luan Xuan. The rebel elder above there frowned at Amon’s gaze. He didn’t think this was a kid who was just acting cool, but he also didn’t believe there was any chance that Luan Fo could lose.

"All right. If you win against Luan Fo, I will grant you your freedom," Luan Xuan declared.

"That’s not what I’m asking," Amon said. "You and I both know that freedom offer is just horse shit. What I’m asking is whether you will punish me if this man here dies by my hands in the duel."

Luan Fo was getting annoyed for being ignored. "Kid, I don’t find your jokes entertaining anymore," he said.

"All right. There will be no consequences if you somehow win," Luan Xuan said.

"Okay. Let’s get this over with," Amon said.

"Oh, boy. I’m going to enjoy melting your skull!" Luan Fo uttered.

"Luan Fo!" Luan Xuan yelled from above.

"I know! I know!" Luan Fo replied grumpily as he walked to the arena.

Amon stood and walked over as well.

Luan Fo was snickering from the opposite side. "Hehe, boy. You are still wearing that face. I very much like to see how you look when you are in pain. Just like your friend before he died."

Amon didn’t respond. He stood still and gathered the aether.

"Such a spoilsport," Luan Fo said while approaching slowly. "Do you simply dislike speaking, or are you actually scared shitless? Your friend whom I fought before was much more fun."

Amon grinned. "He is not my fri–"

Luan Fo rushed forward when Amon was talking. Amon had expected that. Amon didn’t feel the need to speak with his opponent. However, after the second provocation, he realized Luan Fo wanted to use the same tactic as when fighting Yong Lei. So, Amon had intentionally spoken. All the while, expecting Luan Fo to rush forward when he spoke.

As before, Luan Fo used the exact same move for an opening. The same starting move against the first prisoner and Yong Lei. His finger poked out toward his opponent’s head. His arcane art was ready to be unleashed from that finger.

Instead of dodging to the side as the first prisoner did, or retreating as Yong Lei did, Amon rushed forward with his head slightly tilted. Luan Fo’s poke went an inch beside his face as he advanced.

Luan Fo didn’t expect such a move. With the two of them rushing forward. Amon was already in front of him all of a sudden.

At the same time as his advance, Amon’s two hands turned black. Sharp energies were also forming around his fingers. Amon used two arts consecutively. First, the transformation art, Poison Claws, and then a martial art, Flesh-tearing Claws.

During the two bouts Luan Fo had, he didn’t display any meaningful defensive art, even when Yong Lei’s water swords were cutting his body. Probably, he didn’t have them, or it was not an art that could be easily used in an instant. Even so, Amon still targeted the parts of his body with wounds from Yong Lei’s water swords.

Amon’s claws ripped the side of Luan Fo’s belly. Even though a cultivator with the transformation stage had a tougher body normally difficult to be wounded by a lower cultivator, Amon’s claw still dug into his flesh.

Luan Fo’s energy prevented Amon’s claw from going too deep, so his inner organs were not harmed, but he still felt the pain from Amon’s claw. He wildly punched with his other hand. Amon blocked the punch, but he was sent flying away. The strength difference was great.

Amon landed with a bloodied mouth, but he was grinning.

"I will kill you...!!" Luan Fo shouted in anger.

"Luan Fo!" Luan Xuan yelled. He was afraid that Luan Fo would accidentally kill Amon in a blind rage. Never would he imagine that the fifteen-year-old boy would be able to wound Luan Fo.

Luan Fo, who wanted to charge forward, stopped in his tracks.

Luan Xuan thought at first it was his yell that stopped Luan Fo, but then he saw Luan Fo’s pale face. The expression showed pain. He then turned to Amon and saw his black hands. "It can’t be...," he muttered.

"You... You..." Luan Fo was having difficulty speaking.

Amon just stared back with a grin. He knew under normal circumstances, without his weapons, he had a small chance to win against an experienced cultivator with higher cultivation. All he could rely on was his poison, and he only had one chance when the opponent was oblivious to his ability.

Black blood started leaking from Luan Fo’s mouth, nose, and eyes. He slowly lost the strength of his legs and dropped to his knees. His eyes still stared at Amon. They were full of questions as to what had happened. But he didn’t have the chance to get an answer. The Black Slaughter Poison worked fast. In a short time, Luan Fo breathed his last and dropped dead on the floor.