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Rumble——!
The lightning net and the precious light collided violently, unleashing an energy storm more terrifying than ever before.
The entire mountain trembled violently under the impact of this force, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Under that terrifying impact, Jin Yangzi was once again shaken, his blood and qi surging, and he staggered back several steps, his face flushed.
Although his Eight Treasures Glazed Cover barely managed to block the bombardment of the lightning net, its surface was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and its spiritual light was dim, clearly indicating that it had been severely damaged.
"Tai Chi - Parry and Strike!"
Just as Jin Yangzi's old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet arisen, Zhang Yunyuan's figure appeared before him like a ghost.
He didn't use lightning magic again, but simply threw a punch.
That punch, seemingly ordinary, carried the essence of Tai Chi, which is harmonious, self-consistent, and capable of using minimal force to deflect great weight.
Jin Yangzi was shocked and hastily raised his arm to block.
However, the moment the two forces came into contact, he felt as if his strength had plunged into a bottomless swamp, easily deflected and neutralized by a gentle yet irresistible strange force.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful and unparalleled internal force erupted along the meridians in his arm!
"puff--!"
Jin Yangzi was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the distant mountain wall and smashing a human-shaped crater into the hard rock.
He struggled to get up, but found that his internal energy had been thrown into chaos by the punch, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
He looked at the young man who walked slowly towards him, still spotless, and his eyes were filled with endless horror and fear.
He couldn't understand why an extraordinary person from the mortal world could be so powerful and "unreasonable"!
However, Zhang Yunyuan did not immediately kill him.
He just stared at him silently, his eyes cold.
He knew that the person in front of him could not die yet.
He also harbors deeper secrets about the cultivation furnace, about Chen Duo, and about the so-called "Immortal Refining Sect."
He wanted to keep him as a bait to lure out all the big fish beneath the surface.
Chapter 225 Temporary Worker VS. Prodigy: Each Displays Their Unique Abilities
The chaotic battle in Biyou Village reached its climax the moment Jin Yangzi made his move.
The temporary workers, who had already taken their positions throughout the village and were disguised as various people, launched their attack simultaneously the moment they received Zhang Yunyuan's signal!
On the south side of the village, in an inconspicuous farmhouse courtyard.
Among the twelve superior talents, Qiu Rang, who was famous for his bizarre beast taming skills, was looking at the unremarkable middle-aged man in front of him with disdain.
Zhang Yunyuan's Primordial Qi wouldn't stay for long; previously, he had to replenish his Qi every day to maintain his disguise.
But now, with wars raging, that bit of Dao Qi has long since dissipated.
The temporary workers had long since revealed their true colors.
After Ma Xianhong discovered that he was being targeted by Na Du Tong, he asked Gong Qing for information on Na Du Tong's experts.
The temporary workers had a basic understanding of the experts from various regions, as well as the extraordinary individuals from Biyou Village.
"Old Meng, right? A temporary worker from the Northwest region?"
A contemptuous smile curled at the corner of Qiu Rang's lips:
"I heard you're an animal trainer?"
"Heh, such low-level tricks, you think you're worthy to fight me?"
Before he finished speaking, several jet-black venomous snakes silently emerged from the shadows beneath his feet, their scarlet tongues flickering and radiating a chilling aura.
Old Meng ignored his provocation, only smiled憨厚ly, his face, which always carried a hint of worry, was now completely calm.
“A beast tamer? No, you’re mistaken.”
He slowly shook his head, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty.
"A true animal trainer communicates with animals through his own Qi to control them."
The difficulty of communication is directly proportional to the intelligence of the creature; the higher the intelligence, the more difficult communication, and it becomes almost impossible for primates.
Qiu Rang was slightly taken aback, his mocking smile froze, and he vaguely sensed that there was something deeper hidden in the other person's words.
Old Meng looked at him and continued to explain:
"But the creatures of the world are not only birds and beasts."
The limits of my Qi's ability to communicate are far deeper than you can imagine.
His gaze seemed to pierce through Qiu Rang, revealing a more microscopic world:
"It can even reach... the level of prokaryotes."
Qiu Rang subconsciously repeated the sentence, his brows furrowed, seemingly not yet fully grasping the terrifying implications.
Old Meng nodded, his tone still gentle, yet carrying a hint of sternness:
"As long as the target's body comes into contact with the special Qi I emit, I can control the increase, decrease and mutation of bacteria in their body."
He paused, watching Qiu Rang's face finally begin to change color, and uttered the name that truly represented his school of thought:
"Therefore, I am not an animal tamer."
My school of thought, I call myself—the Biologist.
The moment Lao Meng finished speaking, Qiu Rang's expression suddenly changed drastically.
He felt an indescribable, extreme weakness surge from every corner of his body without warning, as if all his strength had been drained away in that instant.
The Qi within his body was as if frozen, becoming extremely stagnant, and no matter how he tried to activate it, he could not condense even a fraction of it.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his internal organs, causing him to let out a muffled groan of agony and curl up in pain.
"You...what did you do to me?!"
Qiu Rang looked at Lao Meng in horror, his voice trembling.
Old Meng still had that same honest and simple look, but the look in his eyes held a hint of pity.
“I just… talked to them.”
Qiu Rang followed his gaze but saw nothing.
But in Lao Meng's perception, Qiu Rang's body had already become a brutal battlefield.
The billions of E. coli bacteria in his intestines, which originally coexisted with him, underwent extremely subtle yet fatal metabolic mutations under the "guidance" of his invisible divine will.
They began to frantically secrete a terrifying toxin powerful enough to paralyze nerves and dissolve tissues, gradually disintegrating this powerful alien from the inside out.
Qiu Rang's consciousness gradually blurred amidst extreme pain and fear.
He died unable to understand how he had lost.
He didn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes before dying in the most painful and humiliating way from this "little trick" he despised the most.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the village, an even more bizarre confrontation is unfolding.
"Grandpa, don't run so fast!"
Let me loosen up your muscles and bones, I guarantee you'll feel so comfortable, like you're in heaven!
Wang Zhenqiu followed a white-haired old man with a grin, his figure elusive and ghostly.
A few strands of pink, fragrant Qi swirled around his fingertips, which was his famous "Love Massage".
The old man was none other than Bi Yuan, the master of Gong Qing, one of the twelve superior talents, who was skilled in using Qi to control needles and kill people invisibly.
At this moment, his usually calm and composed face was filled with unprecedented frustration and irritability.
He was incredibly skilled with the Ghost Needle technique, using it silently and precisely to target major acupoints on the body.
But the boy in the floral shirt in front of him was as slippery as an eel, with extremely unpredictable movements, always managing to evade all his attacks from an unbelievable angle.
What made him even more uneasy was that the opponent's strange Qi could always infiltrate his senses in every gap between his attacks.
It gave him a feeling of itchiness all over his body, tingling on his scalp, and an indescribable sense of unease, which seriously interfered with his precise control over the flying needles.
"Sorcery! This is definitely sorcery!"
Bi Yuan was so angry that he glared and puffed out his beard. He threw the flying needles more and more rapidly, but it was all in vain.
In the most chaotic central battlefield of the village, an even bloodier and more pure killing spree has already begun.
"Hehehe... Die, all of you! Become my nourishment!"
Among the twelve superior beings, Zhao Guizhen, the most wicked and cruel, was laughing wildly.
He formed hand seals, his body shrouded in black mist, and countless hideous ghostly figures formed from resentment and corpse energy roared out from the ground beneath his feet.
With a piercing shriek, it pounced on the company members who were entangled in a battle with the Quanxing demons.
This was the evil "Wild Maoshan" technique he practiced, which used living souls as a guide and refined corpses into weapons; its methods were extremely vicious.
Just as he was getting into the killing frenzy, a gentle voice sounded behind him.
"Amitabha."
Zhao Guizhen's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around abruptly, only to see a man dressed in a monk's robe and wearing gold-rimmed glasses standing quietly behind him.
The man wore a compassionate smile, but his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, gleamed with an indescribable, almost perverse excitement.
He ignored the ghostly figures rushing towards him, and simply looked at Zhao Guizhen quietly, gently pushing up his glasses as if admiring a work of art.
“Benefactor, the ‘scent’ on you is truly… very strong.”
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his smile growing ever brighter, and ever more... dangerous.
"This humble monk enjoys cleaning up 'trash' like you the most."
A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Guizhen's eyes. With a thought, the dozens of ghostly figures immediately changed direction and pounced towards Xiao Zizai with piercing shrieks.
However, Xiao Zizai simply stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.
He even leisurely took off his glasses and carefully wiped them with the sleeve of his monk's robe.