Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 31 Fighting

Lin Fan shouted and unleashed a wild and unrestrained sword strike, but unfortunately, the center was wide open, and Steward Zhao took advantage of the opening.

With a sharp meow, Butler Zhao's figure left a trail of afterimages as he rushed straight towards Lin Fan's vulnerable mid-lane.

When hunting, felines often bite the neck and kill their prey with a single blow, disemboweling it before it is completely dead and then enjoying their meal.

Unlike quadrupedal herbivores, humans have hands protecting their necks, making it difficult to attack that area.

Tiger-style boxing takes its form from the tiger, so every attack utilizes the flexibility of the body to target the opponent's soft areas such as the waist and abdomen.

Lin Fan neither dodged nor avoided, but shouted loudly, causing his muscles to bulge.

His originally thin body visibly swelled up, and he even grew taller.

Butler Zhao's supple body slipped into Lin Fan's chest at an odd angle, and his fist, imbued with internal energy, struck Lin Fan's bulging abdominal muscles.

Ding.

The fist collided with the stomach, producing a metallic clang.

Butler Zhao felt as if his fist had hit a metal plate, and his knuckles ached slightly.

Lin Fan was also in bad shape. Although he seemed to have defended against the punch, the internal force of the Tiger Form Fist was tearing his abdomen apart like sharp claws.

However, Lin Fan was not going to take that punch for nothing. Taking advantage of the fact that Butler Zhao had not yet stopped, he brought down the wooden sword he had raised high.

With a sound like an explosion, the wooden sword broke in two, and fragments flew everywhere.

Steward Zhao felt a sudden dizziness and cried out in alarm that he had pushed the young Taoist too far, and that the other party must have used some method that damaged his own body to gain power.

After all, his strength and skills were far inferior, unlike those of a martial artist.

Butler Zhao had blood streaming from his forehead and his steps were unsteady, but his movements were still agile, and he quickly distanced himself from Lin Fan.

These stinking Taoist priests are really annoying. They usually just use tricks and schemes, but suddenly they mix some real tricks into their fake ones.

Butler Zhao had dealt with some of them; they were always a mix of truth and deception, and some of them performed many incomprehensible tricks.

For example, this seemingly very thin young Taoist priest suddenly grew as big as dough in an instant.

His well-fitting martial arts uniform was now stretched taut, and his trousers were too short.

The person in front of me was already superior to me in terms of physique and strength, but he was just an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts. I could easily toy with him.

Butler Zhao quickly closed in on Lin Fan, feigning an opening to lure him into attacking, and then seized the opportunity to throw a punch into Lin Fan's blind spot.

Little did he know that Lin Fan had no intention of attacking him; his eyes were fixed on Lin Fan's hands.

With a thud, Lin Fan caught Zhao Butler's fist firmly. If he exerted just a little more force, he could break Zhao's hand.

But Butler Zhao smiled, and his punches were feints, all show and no real force.

His real trump card is his feet!

He braced himself on one foot, and with the other foot, he slashed down at Lin Fan like a guillotine.

A tremendous recoil force came from his feet, and Butler Zhao knew he had succeeded.

A person's leg strength is much greater than their hand strength. With this kick, even if the young Taoist priest didn't faint on the spot, he would be in so much pain that he'd lose his fighting ability. Truly amazing…

Butler Zhao suddenly sensed something was wrong; his center of gravity had shifted.

Lin Fan did not loosen his grip on his hand as expected, but instead held it tightly as it spun.

Butler Zhao was shocked. He knew he was in danger. If the other party grabbed him and pinned him to the ground, he would surely die.

He didn't care about anything else; he twisted his hand that was being held, even if it dislocated, he didn't care. He had to break free from his control.

After paying the price of a dislocated and fractured arm, Butler Zhao finally managed to distance himself from Lin Fan once again.

For the first time, he felt afraid of the boy in front of him.

What's going on? Not only has its strength and physique improved, but it also seems to be almost completely immune to pain.

Looking at the other man's forehead, which was bleeding just like his own, Butler Zhao was certain that he hadn't failed to injure him. Rather, the pain and dizziness hadn't even made the other man hesitate for a moment.

Monster, no, demon!

This guy not only sacrificed his physical body to increase his power, but he might also have sold his soul in exchange for the care of those old immortals that the Taoists talked about.

Because his eyes didn't look like those of a martial artist in a fight; there was no passion, no hatred, nothing in them.

Only the stillness of an ancient well.

Butler Zhao felt a chill run down his spine. If he remained so calm and oblivious to pain, he could keep exchanging injuries with him.

In the end, the one who will lose is inevitably a mortal being, and one who will be affected by pain.

“Young Taoist Master, we have no enmity between us, so let’s just let this matter go. I have already experienced your superb immortal skills, and I, Zhao, am willing to admit defeat.”

Finally, Steward Zhao gritted his teeth and added forcefully, "I can give you half of that box of gold and silver, only asking that you keep it a secret."

Lin Fan completely ignored what he was saying; he just stared intently as he slowly walked towards him step by step.

Lin Fan's chest heaved violently, and he kept exhaling white breath.

His face flashed with madness for a moment, then quickly returned to calm.

Butler Zhao's teeth were chattering. He didn't know what he had done to offend the other party, that the other party was so determined to fight him to the death.

Damn it, damn that old fox!

I, Lao Zhao, am not afraid of strong opponents, but I am afraid of unreasonable people like this. Damn it, they are not afraid of pain or injury, are they even human?

Butler Zhao's eyes darted around until they landed on his woman hanging in the tree, and then he suddenly had an idea.

He jumped over there on all fours, landing next to the hanged ghost, and then forcefully ripped out the woman's intestines.

Human intestines are actually very long. He pulled out a lot of intestines, wrapped them around his neck once, and then swung the remaining intestines around like an iron chain.

Lin Fan frowned slightly as he watched the foul-smelling blood splatter towards him. After all, any normal person would take a few steps back upon seeing such a scene.

Seeing this, Steward Zhao burst into laughter: "I knew it, I knew it! It's just asking for a spirit to possess you! Did you think I was helpless? I know that you great immortals are most afraid of two things: a woman's yin blood and the yellow filth excreted by a person."

"Now that I have both, what can you use to fight me? What can you use to fight me! Hahaha!"

As he swung his intestines, Butler Zhao strode toward Lin Fan.

He kept laughing wildly. What kind of bullshit Taoist master was he? As long as he used his brain, it was a piece of cake.

He suddenly felt a tightness around his neck.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Fan's strong hand grabbed one end of the intestine and pulled it towards him.

With his neck bound several times with intestines, Steward Zhao had no time to break free before a fist the size of a sandbag came hurtling towards his face.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard Lin Fan say, "Crazy, idiot!"

After confirming that Steward Zhao was indeed unconscious, Lin Fan quickly reached down and vomited up the Soul-Suppressing Pearl and the mostly digested Strength Pill mixed with his breakfast.

The chanting in the front hall gradually stopped, and the Wu family escorted the nine people from Linglong Temple to the gate of the mansion.

The Taoist priest, with a beaming smile, discussed Taoist practices with the head of the Wu family, while holding a rope in his hand.

At the other end of the rope was Jin, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Wu family, who was tied up tightly.

Her figure, which was originally covered by the burial shroud, was revealed by the ropes, and her body, like a ripe peach, together with the burial shroud and ropes, created a sinful scene.

Her neatly styled hair hung disheveled across her face, which was already streaked with tears and now etched with despair. Her eyes had completely lost their last glimmer of light. Her pretty face was ashen white.

The dog-skinned Taoist priest glanced at the pretty young woman behind him, a lewd smile spreading across his face. He said, "Please rest assured, Master, the young mistress has only been affected by evil spirits. I will teach her a lesson when I get back, and she will surely recover completely."