From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 117 Craving Body

Just as Fu Que raised his twin blades, a figure shrouded in thick blood mist shattered the branches and, like a falling meteor, heavily pressed down on Fu Que's location. The wind pressure it carried pushed open a hole several centimeters deep in the muddy riverbed centered on Fu Que.

Having tested the strength of the pursuing puppet, Fu Que naturally wouldn't continue with the forceful split that carried the impact of landing. The heavy force carved a deep ravine into the riverbed, and the silt that was kicked up was bounced away by the blood mist or airflow.

The soybean flesh puppet was soaked through, its black hooded cloth shirt clinging to its bulging muscles, mud and water sliding down its blood-red eyes and ferocious face.

The long sword in his hand trembled and hummed.

"Target, execution, killing."

The soybean-flesh puppet mumbled out Da Zhao Mandarin.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Que felt the man in black rapidly approaching. Even with the supernatural power of his True Sight, he could barely keep up with the man's speed. His long sword was enveloped in a thick, blood-red mist.

The soybean flesh puppet transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards Fu Que.

The stream of light broke through the air barrier, stirring up large amounts of sewage and silt.

The three swords clashed, emitting a piercing, teeth-grinding sound, and the blood-red swords, shrouded in a thick fog, exuded a drifting aura of blood.

Fu Que's nose twitched slightly, and a faint sense of disorientation came to his mind.

Is the blood and qi toxic?

With a thought, an invisible current enveloped his head and face, shaking off the lingering blood energy, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes covered by deep black ripples.

The crimson mist and invisible air currents formed a wrestling, entangled eggshell shape around the two of them.

Fu Que stared at the soybean flesh puppet: "I've changed my mind. Perhaps, crippling you and resetting your built-in AI would be more useful to me than simply using the sinful Yunmo."

Upon hearing this, the soybean flesh puppet narrowed its blood-red eyes, and the swirling blood mist suddenly erupted, completely shattering the invisible air currents.

Surprised, Fu Que instinctively drew his sword and flew back, kicking the opponent in the abdomen. He also took a heavy punch to the face from the soybean flesh puppet, the huge impact forcing Fu Que to fly backward.

The soybean flesh puppet, which had been stuck in place, had its blood mist thinning a bit. It couldn't help but take a step back, but then steadied itself and slashed fiercely at Fu Que.

He transformed into a streak of blood-red light that tore through the riverbed. His blood-red longsword shrieked sharply, and before the blade even arrived, the blood mist-formed sword light had already caught up with the retreating Fu Que, as if it were about to corrode him completely.

The blood mist was like an ambush from all sides, and the corrosive river silt and sewage hissed. Facing this flesh-eating and bone-destroying blade, Fu Que remained unmoved.

In the real world, after escaping the blood-red vortex, Fu Que discovered that as the person in front of him used a large amount of the blood mist surrounding him, the flesh and blood embedded with soybeans in his true form were shrinking at a visible speed.

If his judgment is correct, once the flesh and blood inlaid with soybeans are consumed, the black hooded puppet chasing him will lose its power and become his spoils of war.

Therefore, Fu Que had to change his tactics, focusing on delaying and attrition rather than cutting and destroying the enemy.

With a flick of his wrists, the two swords, imbued with wind-elemental minerals, emitted a pleasant hum under the enhancement of the wind element, instantly transforming into a net of blades that unleashed layer upon layer of fine, fragmented slashes.

"Clang clang clang!"

A series of fine, metallic clanging sounds rang out.

The three swords clashed in a delicate and meticulous manner, sparks and scattered energy raining down like a downpour. Ali's immense power and corrosive force emanated from the blades, causing Fu Que's arms to tremble uncontrollably.

Dark red veins bulged, and fine beads of blood seeped from under his skin, clearly indicating that Fu Que's arms had reached their limit under such high pressure.

If it were the old Fu Que, he would probably have already given up due to the continuous force exerted on his arms. But now, not only does he have the advantage of being a painter, but his pain tolerance is also far greater than it was before.

The power of wind element enveloped his wrists and the hilt of his sword, binding them tightly like bandages. With only a little over 20% of his special effects components awakened, Fu Que endured the flesh and blood puppet made from the essence of a True Qi Realm martial artist.

The riverbed beneath his feet was shattered by crisscrossing air currents and blood mist. Fu Que's feet remained motionless, relying entirely on the frenzied slashing of the soybean flesh puppet to plow a deep groove nearly ten feet deep into the riverbed.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his mind, a result of overusing his concentration. His wrist was also swollen, with blood and sweat dripping down. For an ordinary martial artist, this would have already exhausted their physical strength, and continuing to fight would have damaged their very foundation.

However, Fu Que is no ordinary martial artist. His current state is entirely dependent on the painter. As long as the scroll is not torn apart by the backlash, he can rely on the Sinful Cloud Ink River medicine to recuperate and restore himself to his peak state.

Such a powerful soybean flesh puppet aroused Fu Que's great interest. To be honest, he didn't have any particular fondness for fighting personally. His current efforts to hone his martial arts skills were simply for survival.

If he could make use of this soybean flesh puppet, he could invest many of his unused resources into it. Then, when he encountered another battle, he could send this henchman to scout ahead.

It was for this reason that Fu Que basically remained on the defensive during the battle, without taking the initiative to attack. His plan was to exhaust the enemy's flesh and blood before capturing them.

The soybean flesh puppet had no such thoughts. The black-hooded man's order to it was to kill Fu Que, and it would carry out this order without fail until it lost its ability to move.

The bloodlust in the soybean flesh puppet's eyes dimmed slightly. After the life-or-death battle, much of the flesh and blood stored in its body had been consumed. In addition, it was too far away from the main body, and its intelligence was flickering.

But the violent aura emanating from him remained unchanged. With each step, he sank deeper into the muddy riverbed, relentlessly slashing at Fu Que. His blade flashed like a blood-red rose, each strike faster and heavier than the last.

He had basically lost all sense of technique; it was purely about brute force, each strike seemingly carrying the power of wind and thunder, causing Fu Que's blade to tremble violently, and blood beads to fall in strings from his arms, his breathing becoming disordered.

He was like a sturdy pine tree in a storm, battered and pounded by the wind and rain, firmly suppressed on this deserted riverbed.

The excruciating pain emanating from all parts of his body made Fu Que feel like he was about to explode. Several times, Fu Que was so enraged that he thought of entering the supernatural realm where the prisoner was once again, and at the cost of resting for several days or even dozens of days, he would cut this soybean flesh puppet into mincemeat.

But he endured it each time. The flesh and blood puppet creation left behind by a True Qi Realm martial artist was something that could be obtained by chance, especially since he also had the unknown heart with abundant vitality given to him by Hu Liangyu.