Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 531 - 499 Fathoming 5

No one expected Zhang Rongfang to be able to face off against a Spirit General directly.

But that doesn’t mean he can truly defeat the opponent. A Spirit General is different from all other worshipped gods.

Once the opponent flies into a rage....

Dongfang Mu found a corner, leaned against the ground, and struggled to stop the bleeding and treat his wounds.

Seeing this scene, an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart.

"Human Immortal Temple...." Thinking of the various mythical rumors about the Human Immortal Temple, he looked at his own frail and aging body.

A different kind of longing slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, beneath the city wall.

"Look, you can’t even block a single move of mine or dodge it."

Zhang Rongfang retracted his hand, licked the little blood on his fingertip, and squinted his eyes.

That blood wasn’t from a scratch but was forcibly drawn from under the skin using a blood-sucking technique.

The Spirit General was indeed tough, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be hurt.

At this moment, the coordination boost brought by the three Extreme States inflated his entire body as if blowing air into it, enlarging him to four meters tall.

Compared to the opponent’s mere two-meter figure, the momentum and stance of the two reversed in an instant.

"Blood!?" Sang Lan slowly pulled himself out of the city wall. He touched his face, and it was indeed blood!

"You actually.... made me bleed...!?"

He stepped out of the recess in the wall, an uncontrollable rage rising on his face.

"I will....!"

Swish!

Before he could finish speaking, a phantom suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Zhang Rongfang!

He pressed down with one hand, his five fingers like eagle claws, crashing toward Sang Lan’s chest.

At the same moment, Sang Lan raised his hand, attempting to bypass the opponent’s palm with a move called ’Stealing Fragrance, Seizing Jade’ and strike his throat.

But to his surprise, the move missed.

With his speed as a Spirit General, his burst, his strength!?

It actually missed!??

In an instant, he felt his hair grabbed, his whole body lifted backward, and thrown forward.

Out of balance, Sang Lan’s body was like a windmill, violently slammed against the city wall.

Boom!!

This time, the sound was even louder than before. A massive cracked depression appeared on the surface of the city wall.

"You’re even weaker than I imagined!!" Zhang Rongfang lunged forward again, leaping up, his hands aiming for Sang Lan’s head.

This move of clapping both hands together could render a person unconscious in an instant, and then taking advantage of that moment.

He could completely suck all the blood out of him!

What if he was a Spirit General?

Without blood, he’d still become a puppet!

But this move didn’t land. Zhang Rongfang’s arms fell halfway, only to be kicked in the abdomen by Sang Lan like lightning.

The enormous terrifying force acted on his belly in the blink of an eye.

Boom!!

He flew backward like a cannonball, being flung far into a tavern’s courtyard.

With a crash, who knows how much he broke upon impact.

"My clothes!!?" Sang Lan stood up straight, only to find his robe in complete disarray.

His face was smeared with blood, his hair in a mess, as tangled as weeds.

"You’re dead meat!!!" The ruin of his image utterly broke his defenses.

If it were just the earlier skirmish, he wouldn’t have cared.

After all, they couldn’t truly harm him, merely entertaining him like watching fish and shrimp in a pond fight.

Could fish and shrimp injure him outside the water?

No, they couldn’t.

Out of water, they couldn’t survive. They were just ingredients.

But what he hadn’t expected was a Human Immortal Temple master emerging afterward, unexpectedly using a bizarre method to injure him.

Sang Lan wiped off the blood on his face. His disheveled hair lost the elegance he once had.

He aimed toward the direction Zhang Rongfang fell, hunched over, and kicked off the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he shot towards that direction like an arrow leaving the string.

Almost at the same time, a huge humanoid figure also burst through the tavern’s wall, colliding head-on with him.

"Kill!!!"

"A mere dish like you!!?"

Bang!!!!

The two tore out straight lines, crashing into each other violently.

To be precise, they didn’t exactly collide. Just as Zhang Rongfang was about to crash, he flipped in the air, grabbed Sang Lan’s long hair again, using the opponent’s own momentum, altered, turned, and swung in the air.

With a swish, Sang Lan was thrown far away, over the city wall, and out of the city.

Zhang Rongfang signaled to the Celestial Maiden and others, then quickly followed, leaping, borrowing strength from the city wall sequentially, landing to pounce towards the just-fallen Sang Lan.

"You mangy mutt courting death!!!" Sang Lan landed, finally truly enraged.

Sheets of silver threads spread from his body, weaving into a light, thin silver garment.

This garment covered even his face completely, like a full set of tight-fitting underwear, wrapping his entire body completely, not exposing a bit of skin.

Just as he finished covering his entire body, Zhang Rongfang also rushed over rapidly.

Their speeds were about the same, their strengths alike, clashing once more.

Clang!

Just one strike, Zhang Rongfang’s face changed drastically. He felt his arm muscles seemed to be sliced by countless blades and pierced by countless needles.

He immediately retreated quickly, raising his hand to look.

Indeed, a massive chunk of muscle had disappeared from the area of impact on his right arm.

Blood flowed slowly down his clothing, the wound appearing as if genuinely cut by a sharp blade, incredibly neat.

Up until now, his speed and strength were similar to the opponent, and even slightly stronger.

But the problem lies in the fact that the guy is too resilient, making it impossible to harm him.

The only way might be to hold onto him and continuously drain his blood to potentially kill him.

However, the opponent is a Spirit General and won’t stand still for that to happen.

The only method is to knock him out and then drain him.

But... how does one knock out a Spirit General...

"Stray dog! Coming at me again?" Sang Lan laughed out loud, his whole body wrapped in silver, a tight-fitting silver weirdo outfit.

Enraged, he charged forward, attacking Zhang Rongfang with move after move.

The martial arts he practiced were ordinary techniques called the Shifting Shadows Finger.

This martial art was known for its graceful stances and appealing moves, but mediocre in actual combat. It’s just that his talent was too superior, allowing him to merge other martial arts and reach Grandmaster level.

But that’s where he stopped.

Having reached Grandmaster, he ceased practicing martial arts and concentrated on Cultivation of Literature, eventually proving his approach was correct.

Once his cultivation reached the extreme, he worshiped the gods and ascended in one step, becoming a Spirit General.

Single-handedly trampling underfoot those Master and Grandmaster level individuals who looked down on him before.

Yet now, as he pointed one finger after another, the original graceful stances of his martial arts were absent, turning into a bizarre stiff dance.

But it was precisely these seemingly ordinary moves that, under the magnified power and speed of a Spirit General, became incredibly fierce, forcing Zhang Rongfang not to dare confront them head-on.

Fortunately, his body had strengthened to this extent, allowing him to barely contend with a Grandmaster in Extreme Realm.

His strength even surpassed Sang Lan, the Spirit General, by a small margin.

Plus, with the foresight of defense, he could precisely evade each attack.

But continuing like this isn’t a solution.

Zhang Rongfang’s thoughts spun as he considered strategies against the opponent.

How could a Spirit General, merely a trash Grandmaster level, cause him to feel momentarily at a loss?

After several dozen moves, Sang Lan’s speed increased. He also seemed to notice Zhang Rongfang dared not confront him directly, so he simply attacked without defending, unleashing full speed.

"Come kill me! Weren’t you just so arrogant earlier? Hahahahaha!!"

At this moment, he was simply an ordinary man wielding power, warped into self-importance by the spirit of a Grandmaster.

Swish!

Suddenly, he threw a straight punch, the silver line on his arm scattering, turning into countless threads flying forward.

Like an octopus spreading its tentacles, reaching forward in a hunting posture.

Caught off guard, Zhang Rongfang retreated rapidly but was still grazed by the spiritual lines.

His left forearm, together with his shoulder, was covered with dense bloody wounds, as if countless blades had sliced stripes in his flesh.

"See... Weaklings are always like this, all talk but when it comes to action, they’re just stray dogs." Sang Lan laughed, "Those people back then were the same, looking down on me before taking action. And then? Only I laughed in the end! What about Grandmaster? What about foresight? You can’t kill me! You’re just being dragged to death by me!"

"...." Zhang Rongfang wore a gloomy expression. The opponent was truly like a spiked iron turtle, untouchable, with even speed and strength. Continuing like this, although unafraid, he couldn’t do anything to this person.

"Young friend, catch the knife!"

Suddenly, a shout came from the city wall behind.

In Zhang Rongfang’s perception, a small knife flew rapidly towards him.

Without turning his head, he retreated swiftly, leapt up, and reached out to catch it with a snap.

It was a completely pitch-black knife, seemingly fashioned from a piece of scrap iron.

The blade was only palm-length, the hilt wrapped with coppery threads coiled round and round.

The overall appearance was unremarkable, except for the color.

"Knife named Tongyuan, to aid the young friend!" Dongfang Mu’s voice rang out again.

With a pat.

Zhang Rongfang suddenly let go, allowing the small knife to fall to the ground.

Just then, he felt a violent heat surge from the knife’s hilt.

The feeling made him unable to hold on, forcing him to drop it.

This change left Dongfang Mu behind him momentarily startled. Completely unaware of what had happened.

Without waiting for his inquiry, Sang Lan charged close once again, aggressively attacking.

His martial arts were mediocre, though a Grandmaster, even among Grandmasters he belonged to the lowest tier.

But the martial arts might be lousy, they couldn’t resist him using spiritual lines erupting into sudden attacks.

These surprise attacks were unpredictable with no logic to anticipate.

Making foresight defenses completely useless.

Zhang Rongfang speculated that at the Spirit General level, it’s possible to observe the direction of spiritual line flows.

But he wasn’t a Spirit General, so this was purely oppression at the essence of life level.

Puff!

Carelessly, a large chunk of blood and flesh from his shoulder was scraped off by scattered spiritual lines.

"You think dragging it out amounts to a draw? Ridiculous!!" Sang Lan laughed as he attacked.

"I will scrape away your flesh piece by piece, leaving you unable to live, unable to die!!"

"Is that so?" Zhang Rongfang’s shoulder and hand already regrew flesh, continuing to dodge the opponent’s attacks as if nothing happened.

Sang Lan glanced and suddenly remembered the related rumors about the Human Immortal Temple.

"Let’s see how many times you can recover!"

At once, he stopped speaking, and focused solely on repeatedly unleashing the Shifting Shadows Finger.

The combat between the two gradually reached a stalemate.

Occasionally, Sang Lan would exploit the spiritual line explosions for a surprise hit, thinking he could win.

But soon enough the injuries were self-healed by Zhang Rongfang, restoring.

The three hundred life points were even more exaggerated than before.

The injuries just sustained, if not reaching the bones, only required a moment.

Injuries reaching bones required two seconds.

Fully penetrating and flesh completely disappearing required three seconds.

Internal organs required five seconds.