Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 244 - 235: The Death of Uncle Liu

Chapter 244: Chapter 235: The Death of Uncle Liu

Uncle Liu knew Zhang San was cunning, but he never imagined Zhang San could be so extremely deceitful.

The account book thrown out at the beginning was a scheme.

The strategy of besieging Wei to save Zhao by capturing his own family’s young master was a scheme.

Using formation flags and arrows to mislead him was also a scheme.

Even using his own family’s young master as bait while he attacked from behind was a scheme.

What’s with this man? All he knows is how to scheme!

While Uncle Liu was cursively scolding him inside, he turned around and struck out at Zhang San with a palm.

However, Zhang San burst out with astonishing speed and quickly retreated.

Just as Uncle Liu thought Zhang San had retreated and wanted to check on his own young master’s injuries, he was struck again by an arrow shot from not too far away.

With a loud bang.

Because this time Zhang San was certain he would hit, he had the shadow assisting nearby use arrows with the explosive effect of the Nine Wood Seals.

With a single strike, Uncle Liu felt an even greater pain in his flank.

What Uncle Liu never expected was, just as he was nearly blown away by the explosion, Zhang San charged from behind and slashed at his back with a knife.

With a splash, crimson splattered.

The Spiritual Platform Realm was a whole major realm higher than the True Core Realm, but this didn’t mean the defense of the Spiritual Platform Realm was impervious to breaches from the True Core Realm.

As the Tiger Demon had once told Zhang San, a realm only represents the upper limits of a life’s various abilities.

Since Uncle Liu neither practiced body refinement nor had he applied any defense to himself, it was quite normal for Zhang San, using his Blade Intent, to cut a wound on him.

If you can break the enemy’s defense, you can take their life!

Zhang San’s strike was actually probing, even ready to retreat the instant it missed.

Fortunately, that strike succeeded.

Zhang San could now be certain that if he governed his Qi, using seventy percent strength combined with Blade Intent, he could injure Uncle Liu.

Even if someone is extremely strong in combat, vibrant with life, or possesses a high realm, they are not an immortal being.

As long as he wasn’t attacked by Uncle Liu, but could keep attacking Uncle Liu instead, theoretically, he could eliminate him.

However, as the Horizontal Blade was limited in length, he could only opt for close combat.

It looks like he would need to find a way to prepare a longer blade for the future.

"Zhang San, you are indeed very strong, truly worthy of being considered a rival by our young master," Uncle Liu said.

Although Uncle Liu’s injuries were severe at the moment, he took out an extremely precious healing pill and, after hesitating a moment, fed it to Wen Ruchu, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

Then, he applied three layers of protective barriers on Wen Ruchu using his techniques.

After doing all this, Uncle Liu looked at Zhang San again with murder in his eyes.

Zhang San knew that Uncle Liu did this partly because he was always concerned about his young master and also to prevent Zhang San from using Wen Ruchu to threaten him during the fight.

"Uncle Liu, you are in the peak of the late period of the Spiritual Platform Realm. You are definitely much stronger than I, who am merely at the Five Emperors’ Proper Position of Martial Artists," Zhang San exclaimed.

Uncle Liu gave a cold laugh, his icy gaze filled with a murderous intent.

"It’s time for you to understand why, although still a Martial Artist in the True Core Realm, once you reach the Spiritual Platform, you can claim to be a Cultivator," he said.

"The difference between the Path and Martial is indeed as vast as the heavens!"

With a shout, Uncle Liu charged at Zhang San.

This moment, Uncle Liu erupted with unprecedented speed.

Even Zhang San was a bit shocked. How could he be so fierce with his flanks blasted open by me and the shadow?

Seeing Uncle Liu’s palm rise, Zhang San knew he couldn’t block it with his knife and immediately took out the Red Dragon Hammer.

While employing the Earth Fire Forging Method and his own power of Fire Movement to resist, he was also prepared to release the Blow Wind Technique.

With a clang.

The clash between the Red Dragon Hammer and Uncle Liu’s palm resulted in a massive flame that was blocked by the Qi Gang on Uncle Liu’s palm.

"Do you think your little tricks can harm me?"

Uncle Liu had just finished his arrogant declaration when he felt something wrong in his palm—an excruciating pain that made him realize something.

"Yin Fire!? You are only at the Five Emperors’ Proper Position, so why can you wield the Power of Yin Fire?"

As Uncle Liu was in shock, Zhang San unleashed the Blowing Wind Technique, directly blowing the Yin Fire he had released towards Uncle Liu.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky.

The power of Yang Fire within the Earth Fire and the Power of Yin Fire used by Zhang San fused at that moment, setting Uncle Liu ablaze.

"I had asked Xu before. The Power of Yin Fire can incinerate the soul. So, I always wanted to try it, and now, I have finally found a subject for my experiment. Uncle Liu, you’re really selfless!"

Uncle Liu had no choice but to use his Power of Water Movement to extinguish the fire on his body.

But his cultivated Cultivation Technique was inclined towards the Wood Series, and the Power of Yin Fire was inherently difficult to extinguish.

Uncle Liu managed to put out ninety percent of the flames, but some Yin Fire was still burning on him.

Although the fire from the Yin Fire wasn’t huge, it was incinerating his soul, forcing Uncle Liu to constantly defend against it.

Zhang San seized the opportunity and charged at Uncle Liu.

With the Red Dragon Hammer swirling in his right hand, the combined forces of Yang Fire and Yin Fire continuously hammered down on Uncle Liu.

In his left hand, the Blade Qi Gang burst forth, various Blade Techniques being deployed with only one goal—to keep Uncle Liu from attending to his wounds and forced to suffer the continuous damage from the Yin Fire.

Uncle Liu was indeed thrown into disarray by Zhang San’s multitude of tactics.

Suddenly, Uncle Liu gave a cold smile.

Zhang San inwardly cursed, wondering if he had miscalculated something.

"Do you know what the biggest difference is between the Spiritual Platform Realm and the True Core Realm?"

Zhang San thought his opponent was about to use the Spirit Platform Illusion, pondering how to counter it, but suddenly felt a wave-like might erupting from Uncle Liu, crashing down towards him.

Zhang San immediately used his own might to block Uncle Liu’s assault.

At that moment, Zhang San stood unyielding like a mighty pillar amidst tumultuous waves!

"You... how could you comprehend might in the True Core Realm!? Even my young master, who has already achieved Qi Flow Transformation, hasn’t managed to..."

Zhang San took this opportunity to slash at Uncle Liu’s chest, concentrating all the Power of Yin Fire onto it.

"Ah—"

With Uncle Liu’s scream, Zhang San released his Techniques, sending hundreds of Wind Blades falling on Uncle Liu’s body.

Uncle Liu’s right arm was sliced into a bloody mess, bones chillingly exposed.

"So you see, I am more formidable than your young master!"

Zhang San said this, tossing the Red Dragon Hammer aside and pointing the Horizontal Blade at Wen Ruchu lying on the ground.

"You may still have some fighting power left, but I believe, I can still kill you. It’s just that afterward, I might also be gravely injured. So then, I would only have to find a way to kill your young master. But if you commit suicide now, I will still have the strength to fight, and even if Wen Ruchu recovers from his injuries, he won’t be able to defeat me. There’s no need for me to kill him to save my own life. After all, killing you is just eliminating the Wen Family’s old servant; killing him would be a big deal. So, Uncle Liu, you should understand the choice here."

Uncle Liu knew that if he didn’t end his own life, his young master was undoubtedly doomed.

Yet, now his soul was being scorched by the Yin Fire, and many of his techniques from the Spiritual Platform Realm were already unusable. Moreover, his Qi had been largely exhausted when he faced eight cultivators from the Spiritual Platform Realm, and it hadn’t recovered much before Zhang San showed up.

In his current state, covered in wounds, he was indeed at the end of his strength.

Thinking this, Uncle Liu, tears streaming down his cheeks, knelt facing the fainted Wen Ruchu on the ground, and heavily kowtowed three times.

"Young master, I can no longer accompany you. On the road ahead, you must be very careful!"

Having said this, Uncle Liu stood up straight, and ferociously plunged his almost fleshless right hand into his heart.

At the same time, the three layers of defensive Barrier around Wen Ruchu also violently shattered.

Clearly, with Uncle Liu’s death, the Barrier could no longer be sustained.

Upon seeing this, Zhang San’s eyes rolled, and then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He whispered, "It’s good that he killed himself; otherwise, I almost couldn’t hold on."

But just then, the kneeling Uncle Liu, with his hand bone piercing his chest, suddenly opened his eyes, turning his head towards Zhang San with a face full of murderous intent.

"I knew it, kid. You couldn’t possibly be that strong! Hahahaha..."