Chapter 465: Chapter 281: The Young Hero Is Very Busy Acting for Heaven! (Please Subscribe)_2
Old Demon Duan was petty and vengeful; those marked by him were as good as listed in the Yama Book, even those residing in the Black Gobi had heard of it.
This kind of person had no respect for law or courtesy, no sense of propriety, and wouldn’t even regard the dog owner when beating a dog, not to mention the renown of Jade Guanyin couldn’t save him.
What he detested most in his life were such people and those who were unclean and stupid!
And this guy made him pee everywhere, simply embodying all he despised in one.
Chen Bukai couldn’t help but grit his teeth and said, "Young Hero Duan, I’m somewhat strong and powerful myself, and I’m relieved you’re willing to cease hostilities. If you really insist on breaking the rules, every man has his breaking point!"
Duan Yun stood up, his face serious as he said, "Well said."
Chen Bukai thought there was hope, after all, even the old demon would fear a desperado, no one wishes for death, but Duan Yun’s next sentence was—"I will make sure to beat you to death."
"Ah!"
Seeing Duan Yun about to make a move, Chen Bukai took the initiative to strike first.
His arms’ muscles surged, with sinews winding around like tree roots.
People only knew of his obsession with cleanliness, not that he had trained his Ghost Meat Skills to perfection, turning into a true Ghost Meat Man.
Duan Yun saw his fists shooting out like cannonballs, unleashing Sixteen Strange Fist with a boom!
With a loud bang, the ground trembled, and chairs nearby were overturned by the overflowing fist power.
You have to admit, Chen Bukai’s claim of being a Half-step Grandmaster was far from boasting.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged seven or eight punches.
If Chen Bukai’s first punch was like tree roots wrapping around his arms, by this point, one could say his whole body resembled tree roots.
At this moment, every muscle of his body was merged into the strength of his fists.
One could say, his whole being had turned into a chunk of muscle used for punching.
Duan Yun marveled, acknowledging the boy’s fists were extraordinary tyrannical, and even with his full strength in Sixteen Strange Fist, he couldn’t suppress him easily.
Chen Bukai, after successive build-ups, had his muscles tensed to the limit, ready to unleash the most ferocious punch of his life—"Heavenly Annihilation Ghost Meat Fist"!
Duan Yun also felt his fist intent rise and muscles surge as he linked together the Fifteen Strange Fists.
But the next moment, Chen Bukai suddenly cried out, "I want to become a Hero!", spewing a mouthful of blood, and collapsed backward.
Yes, he fell before his punch was even thrown.
Duan Yun was eager to catch the punch, but was left in limbo and couldn’t help but complain, "What are you doing? Where’s the punch?"
Chen Bukai retched a series of fresh blood.
This "Heavenly Annihilation Ghost Meat Fist" required accumulating strength and breath-holding techniques to their extreme; not only muscles and joints had to be fully tense to store energy, but also a long breath had to be held. His sudden outcry clearly broke this requirement.
Consequently, his technique backfired!
The rebounding fist power surged into his body, exploding within his entrails.
One must know, Chen Bukai had already been internally injured by Duan Yun’s finger strength, and the deployment of such a destructive Ghost Meat Fist further magnified the damage, fully igniting his injuries, severing even his heart vessels.
He was doomed!
Doomed!
In his final moments, Chen Bukai struggled to his feet, righted the chair that was knocked over by the fist power in front of Duan Yun, laid it out neatly in the middle of the room, and with all his might, wiped the urine beneath him dry, then parted his messy hair down the middle.
This way, he could depart properly!
At least he could leave somewhat peacefully.
But the very next instant, Chen Bukai’s pupils shrank in madness.
For at that moment, with a thud, Duan Yun kicked the precisely-positioned chair over, breaking a leg off it!
Then came another finger strength strike, and the area he thought was free of urine immediately gushed again, washing away the neatly combed middle part...
City Lord Chen Bukai departed just the same.
But judging by his hideous expression, he did not die peacefully.
While dying, he was wiping his groin with one hand, and his hair with the other, regretfully unable to finish.
This city lord, who loved cleanliness and would kill or violate over a fallen leaf, died in filth.
Even very dirty.
His unrelenting gaze seemed to express that even in death if he became a vengeful ghost, he would not spare Duan Yun.
But does Young Hero Duan care?
Those who wished to become ghosts and claim Young Hero Duan’s life after death, there are not a thousand here, there must be hundreds; they’d have to queue.
After Chen Bukai’s death, the room once again fell silent.
Duan Yun waved his hand, opening the window for ventilation.
After that, he took a seat on the luxurious fox-fur chair where Chen Bukai had sat.
You have to say, this chair wasn’t bad, very comfortable to sit in, just suitable for him to study cultivation techniques.
What he held in his hand just so happened to be "Yellow Yellow Yellow Yellow Intent Skills" of Jade Guanyin.
This book, said to be a secret book, could also barely qualify as the diary of Jade Guanyin.
Because it contained a great deal of Jade Guanyin’s personal insights.
It was due to her mother that Jade Guanyin found Yellow Jade Island.
According to this secret book, her mother was originally from Shen Zhou, known for her beauty, then for some reason went to Fusang.
She grew up in Fusang, and her father happened to be a famous martial artist there, but after being abandoned by her mother, he lived in melancholy and soon after passed away.
When she sorted through his belongings, she discovered a box left by her mother.
Inside the box was a map related to Yellow Jade Island, claiming it hid peerless martial arts, which, once mastered, would allow one to dominate the world.
After the death of Jade Guanyin’s father, life was dire; with her beauty, she was to be sent to entertain guests.
Although she would have inherited her mother’s traits, being naturally flirtatious, she from childhood preferred handsome men, not ugly ones.