Chapter 15 The Cruel Warrior_2
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No wonder Deng Rong would reveal a bird's beak when using the curse prohibition, for Fei Lian in legend had a bird's head.
Fei Lian, also known as the "Marquis of Wind," was the god who controlled the wind. Numerous curse prohibitions were born with Fei Lian as the Divine Image. Although their levels and strengths varied, they all related to "wind," and the curse masters with such powers were known for their speed and adeptness at fleeing, which was precisely what happened.
But if that were the case and there was no way to stop him, one could only watch helplessly as he escaped...
That had to be a joke.
Cen Dongsheng's gaze turned cold.
He had a habit of eradicating evil to the root; if an enemy he offended didn't die the next day or become a vegetable, he might not sleep well that night.
"'The more excessive, the better,' huh... makes sense. Those who dare to have ill intentions towards Sister Zhi Zhen—"
Seeing that person about to disappear into the night sky, Cen Dongsheng took a deep breath and kicked the chair beside him to pieces.
He swiftly bent down, picked up a bent railing, and assumed a discus-throwing posture, his entire body bent like a taut bow.
"Think you can escape?"
He aimed at the target, let out an angry shout, and used skilled force to send the iron railing whirling through the air, shooting toward the figure about to disappear in the sky.
As Cen Dongsheng anticipated, Deng Rong, using the Fei Lian curse prohibition to bring himself into the air, had already exhausted his strength and had no resistance to the unexpected attack.
"——?!"
The Flying Centipede suddenly ascended, trying to drag Deng Rong upward, but before it could, the iron railing struck him directly below the waist, spinning like a high-speed propeller, with blood splattering everywhere, smashing his entire lower body into pulp, an injury that was clearly life-threatening.
A harrowing scream echoed in the night sky, and Deng Rong's figure fell amidst the scattered clouds.
...
Cen Dongsheng shook his hand and turned toward the tent, his demeanor as calm as if he had done something trivial.
After all, for him, everything was not over yet; the most important thing was still ahead.
Besides taking down the Core Ghost, there was also Deng Rong's companion, the woman named Kong Yulin, to deal with next.
And, who knew if this guy had any relatives or friends; if they were unaware, that would be fine, but if they were—
Cen Dongsheng's mind was filled with thoughts considered "cruel" to ordinary people. He saw Sister Zhi Zhen emerge from the tent, running over to greet him.
"Are you, are you okay?" She looked worried. "You look..."
She didn't say some words, but he already understood.
Cen Dongsheng rubbed his face, trying to make his expression look less ferocious, less intimidating.
"I'm fine," he replied.
"Then, let me check."
An Zhizhen insisted on examining his body, and Cen Dongsheng reluctantly unbuttoned his collar, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed his well-toned muscles.
Sister Zhi Zhen's eyes lit up.
"Oh, Dongsheng, Dongsheng, not bad at all~"
She poked his muscles with her finger, then patted his arm, clicking her tongue, making one think of an aunt picking fresh pork at the morning market... Apparently, the elder sister was very satisfied with his physique.
"This isn't the time to talk about this."
Cen Dongsheng felt uncomfortable being touched all over, his face slightly flushed, worried she would say something inappropriate again, so he hurriedly stopped her.
"That's true."
With that, the woman grabbed his hand and lifted it.
"When you fought with him just now, I remember you raised your arm to block..."
Cen Dongsheng's arm didn't bear the deep wounds she anticipated, instead only showing some faint blood streaks that seemed to heal quickly.
The wind blades released by Deng Rong were as sharp as swords, but Cen Dongsheng's muscles, infused with True Qi, had the toughness of iron and steel.
"Truly a superhuman."
Sister Zhi Zhen marveled.
"Is it that... the 'curse prohibition' power you mentioned?"
"That's right."
"Truly enviable and intriguing..."
"Don't worry, Sister Zhi Zhen, you'll have it too."
"Yes, I know."
"...?"
An Zhizhen lowered his arm and smiled:
"You said before, 'One day, I can become a curse master too,' and I naturally believe you."
Her eyes sparkled, shimmering with tears.
"Dongsheng needs a partner, right? So do I. Once I become a curse master, I can help you out, and then we can always be together, right?"
Cen Dongsheng's expression became serious, and he nodded firmly.
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Returning to his tent, Cen Dongsheng used meditation to adjust his breathing. Half an hour later, he got up and started moving again.
The hidden ghost always needed to be dealt with, which was similarly true for the hidden Kong Yulin.
She couldn't leave this Ghost House, so she had to do the same as him; after all, the so-called "core" was likely the Forbidden Item they sought.
Was the "Ghost House" an insurmountable chasm? In the future, it certainly wouldn't be; after all, it was fundamentally just a spatial distortion phenomenon.
A class of Special Class curse prohibitions, known as the "Super Visualization Realm," was inspired by the Ghost House and could imprison adversaries in another world; however, breaking through the Ghost House shouldn't require something so advanced, merely a "Heavenly Immortal Series" curse prohibition or superpower related to space would suffice.
From an overall perspective, the number of such Forbidden Masters was rare, and their status was far higher than a person like Cen Dongsheng, yet every major region reserved elite talent in this area, so they were far from uncommon.
Of course, today, things naturally weren't the same... at least, Cen Dongsheng didn't think anyone had that capability.
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