Chapter 36: One vs Thirteen(2)

Anissa watched the battle, she was annoyed that she was not able to fight, but she had committed to obeying Feng Zhiming so she would do it regardless.

That aside, she was beyond impressed by Feng Zhiming's combat abilities, it was not a stretch to say that despite his talented but not genius cultivation speed, he was extremely gifted for combat.

If they were in the same realm, she might have to release her full strength to actually damage him, and she was unsure if she would win in a fight.

After all, who knew how many secrets Feng Zhiming had in store.

The remaining nine disciples realized that they could not take him lightly at all. The four Feng Zhiming had incapacitated had been all in one move, it took him one move to deal with people who would be considered around his level in terms of cultivation.

"Not one of you has a demonic phenomena, how disappointing." Feng Zhiming continued to rile them up, he needed a stage to perform on and right now the supporting actors were failing him.

One of the disciples became extremely angry and rushed at him, the one at the actualized stage of the ethereal core.

Due to his art of demonic cognizance he was able to think fast enough to keep up with his opponent's speed.

Normally that wouldn't be enough. Generally speaking his body wasn't powerful enough to support his speed, however he had created a cure for that.

His fifth technique, the art of demonic resurgence. In addition to the amazing regenerative capabilities he had, he was able to focus his Qi in certain areas of his body to hyper-charge healing speeds.

This meant that as long as he could think fast enough even if his feet broke on impact with the ground, he would heal them in the short amount of time before he had to use his foot again.

"You arrogant bastard, I'll burn you to death." the disciple spoke as he tried to strike him with burning fists.

Feng Zhiming was easily dodging the attacks, and countering.

He was not a martial artist, all he had was brute strength, he wasn't even using his art of demonic release to make the punches weapons.

He weaved a blow that was headed to his cheek and swept his opponents leg.

"Your name?" Feng Zhiming asked as the disciple backed up quickly while simultaneously standing up.

"Li Zimo." he spoke while his mind was in disarray, despite having a greater cultivation he was actually getting toyed with.

This went against the law of the cultivation world.

"Li Zimo, why despite the fact that I am dodging and countering all your punches, are you using the same attacks?"

Feng Zhiming asked while slowly shaking his head, Louba Tian could have massacred all thirteen of these disciples, was the difference between the powerful and the weak this vast?

Compared to Louba Tian, Li Zimo had about ten percent of his strength, and that was when Louba Tian was holding back.

Li Zimo was enraged once again and tried one more time, this time his flames burned much brighter and grew larger.

Feng Zhiming continued to dodge but actually got hit one time, the flames had distracted him allowing Li Zimo to strike him.

Seeing the burn mark on the right side of Feng Zhiming's face Li Zimo smiled.

"How's that for damage?!" he said while preparing to follow up.

Feng Zhiming who moved his face back to its original position merely smirked, while catching his next fist in his right hand.

He kept smiling even when the flame actively burned his hand.

"What damage?"

Li Zimo was speechless.

The punch, despite leaving some damage, was inconsequential due to Feng Zhiming's healing speed.

Feng Zhiming took the opportunity to punch Li Zimo in the stomach, using the art of demonic release.

He fell to his knees and threw up at Feng Zhiming's feet, Feng Zhiming had seen this coming so he backed up.

Feng Zhiming looked at the other disciples who were frozen and just watching.

"Come help your ally you bumbling buffoons!" He yelled at them.

four of them responded and charged at him, all swords, it made sense, most cultivators, even non weapon users carried swords for lethality.

Feng Zhiming took a calculated risk.

He stood still, while sending Anissa a mental transmission.

"Don't do anything." he said plainly, Anissa nodded in response.

Li Zimo had stood up out of sheer anger and attempted to punch Feng Zhiming again.

To his surprise the flaming fist actually connected straight to Feng Zhiming's chest; he had removed his upper robe in the middle of the match leaving him shirtless.

The fist that was actively burning his chest was counteracted by the insane healing speed.

The four swords rushing at him from four different directions also pierced him, forming a horizontal x with his torso in the middle.

The flame quickly grew to consume him, he was no longer visible, shrouded by the giant flame that engulfed him.

Tian Yu and the two elders had a wide smile on their faces.

"That arrogant asshole is dead!" They celebrated internally.

Anissa felt her hand twitch but she stayed put, she believed in the Forgotten One and Feng Zhiming was the Forgotten Vessel.

Feng Zhiming coughed up some blood as the five attackers slowly backed away.

They were panicking, not sure what the consequence of killing him would be.

They were mere disciples of the Hiding Demon Sect, they could not deal with the wrath of Feng Zhiming's background.

Somewhere inside the gushing of blood from his mouth a slight laugh escaped Feng Zhiming's mouth.

"Is that all? You can't even slay an ant with this much effort."