Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 922 - 485: Fight Back! Fusang Cowards! (Part 2)
Suddenly, A-San started crying.
"Dad, I'm not the most useless son."
"I, I'm not!"
After saying this, his vision went dark, and he lost all consciousness.
When Duan Yun returned carrying half of A-San's body, it was as if he were holding a statue.
Indeed, none of the four siblings from the Jue family escaped their fate from the demon's grasp.
The seals, who were fiercely defending their honor just moments before, suddenly deflated like punctured balloons, sitting on the ground in a daze, akin to wives suddenly receiving news of their husband's demise.
Too ruthless, too vicious!
The four siblings, a loving family, were completely annihilated by Old Demon Duan!
Duan Yun casually inhaled, flicked, and hung; four more bodies appeared on the city wall.
"Any more?"
He stood forward, forcing the crowd to step back.
Unable to help himself, Duan Yun remarked, "All the martial artists of Fusang are useless, not a single one capable of fighting, truly deserving of the label 'cowards of the human realm.'
In a highly mocking tone, Ziyu translated his words.
This statement immediately provoked the Fusang martial artists.
As Fusang people, they already considered themselves several tiers above the people of Jiu Zhou, and as the elite martial artists among them, they looked down even more upon the people of Jiu Zhou.
Now, Duan Yun, a man from Jiu Zhou, was practically shitting on their heads; it felt more unbearable and humiliating than having a pig sit on their heads!
"Baka!"
"Baka!"
"Baka!"
Many of the Fusang martial artists, their Qi-Blood surging, could not help but curse out in anger.
In the moment they cursed, their Qi-Blood surged, but they quickly chose to close their mouths, avoiding any provocation.
Unfortunately, some realized it was already too late.
Because, at that moment, Duan Yun appeared before one of the Fusang martial artists.
"You cursed loudly just now."
Duan Yun raised his palm and slapped down with a resounding crack!
With that slap, the samurai's body tilted, and he immediately kneeled to the ground.
At a glance, you wouldn't even know whether he was slapped to his knees or kneeled on his own.
In fact, it was the latter.
The moment his Qi-Blood surged, he couldn't hold back, but instantly regretted it as soon as he spoke.
Because this Demon really approached him!
Out of all these people, he had merely blurted a curse, yet the opponent approached like a menacing ghost—how petty could this Demon be?
"Fight back!"
Slap, slap, slap, three more slaps landed as the man's face swelled like a bun, utterly humiliated.
"Fight back!"
"Fight back!"
Yet as Duan Yun slapped one after another, asking the opponent to fight back, the warrior just knelt and bowed, continuously muttering "sumimasen."
In the next moment, Duan Yun stretched out his hand, and the Beiming Divine Skill erupted!
In an instant, a violent suction pulled over a dozen more Fusang martial artists.
These were all the ones who had angrily shouted "Baka!" before, and while Duan Yun was not petty, he remembered each word clearly.
After these dozen Fusang martial artists were pulled over, they all, with fear in their eyes, instantly kneeled and bowed, collectively chanting "sumimasen," as if they were made from the same mold.
Is this the tradition of Fusang?
Young Hero Duan could not care less about such things.
As a Young Hero, he wouldn't adhere to these courtesies.
If an apology sufficed, then what use would a Young Hero be?
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
Duan Yun swung a slap, yet a dense sound of over ten slaps echoed. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
It was as if he only delivered one slap, yet the slap's force integrated the "electric sword" feature, bouncing across the faces of over a dozen kneeling Fusang martial artists, creating the effect of one slap hitting more than ten people.
"Fight back!"
"Fight back!"
"Fight back!"
With each slap cruelly landing, the Fusang martial artists had their cheeks raised high, teeth shattered.
Such a scene left the majority of onlookers tearing up, particularly the sea dogs who ground their teeth to fragments.
Yet this group of Fusang martial artists, who moments ago had their Qi-Blood surging with the spirit of the great warrior, took it all silently while continually bowing and offering their 'sumimasen.'
Even Duan Yun found this situation somewhat ridiculous!
"Fight back!"
As Duan Yun's slap fell, the first one slapped already collapsed, barely breathing, his survival uncertain.
Yet Duan Yun's slaps did not stop, continuously lashing out with explosive sounds.
His thought was that as long as someone dared to fight back, that person could live.
At least it would show they possessed a hint of spirit.
Yet, at this juncture, no one fought back.
Each slap, like a whip, lashed across the hearts of all Fusang and mentally Fusang people present, a mark of absolute humiliation, the utmost insult to the Fusang martial arts, as if branding the title 'cowards of the human realm' deep into their flesh and blood.
Yet, no one fought back!
Not a single one!
Duan Yun continued to grab and slap those who had previously yelled, yet nothing changed.
"If you don't fight back, you die!"
His words had reached this point, essentially gifting them points, yet no one made a move.
These Fusang martial artists he dragged over, regardless if they looked fierce or mild, only knew how to bow and murmur 'sumimasen.'
"You cowards are truly disappointing!"
Yes, even he was numb from slapping.
Numb in every sense.
At this point, Duan Yun raised his palm once more and let it fall!
This time, a thunderous explosion erupted.
As this series of slaps ended, this group of people all fell.
Fell into a pool of blood.
Duan Yun had slapped more than twenty Fusang martial artists to death, and not one dared to fight back, not even with a single word.
This could only mean these Fusang martial artists' cowardice surpassed his imagination.
Or perhaps, he overestimated their dignity and fury.
Similarly, in truth, he also somewhat underestimated his own overbearing aura.
He slaughtered his way here, especially reaching Biqi City, where his reputation had already reached levels that would silence crying children; today's ruthless extermination of the Jue family siblings pushed this dreadful degree to new heights.
These people, upon seeing him, instinctively trembled, some attempted to summon their samurai spirit, but only felt their inner spiritual warriors flee in fear, daring not to show an ounce of courage to confront.
One might say, in their eyes, Duan Yun's terror was no less than the "abyssal maw" A-San imagined before his death.
Old Demon Duan hadn't been in Fusang for long, yet in the eyes of those who witnessed his brutal acts, his horror level had surpassed that of traditional figures of terror like Sadako or Kayako.
These people were slapped to death, and for a moment, no one even came to collect their bodies.
Because Duan Yun's arrogance effectively dragged the entire Fusang martial world into humiliation, countless Fusang people wished for his death.
Yet, sadly, their approach was to curse him in their hearts, to doodle circles of curse.
No, even such curses had to be cast from a distance.
Because they had also realized that this Demon's pettiness was extraordinary; those martial artists, slain before their eyes, were remembered bitterly simply for uttering "Baka!"
The local people of Fusang were exhausted; after the Jue family siblings' death, no one dared to challenge this wicked foreign Demon for a while.
Yet the sea dogs from Jiu Zhou were still stubbornly trying to make excuses.
"What do you mean slapped to death, their facial skin and flesh rebounded Old Demon Duan, that's all."
"Rebound?"
"Don't you know that the force's action is mutual? Old Demon Duan is probably internally injured by now."
"That's right, heavily wounded, he's staying there, waiting to die!"
Listening to these sea dogs' words, even the Bloodthirsty Storyteller, who loved spreading rumors about Old Demon Duan, blushed.
You can make excuses like that?
Truly, you live to learn!
News of the Jue family siblings being slaughtered by Duan Yun quickly spread.
Many immediately saw new hope.
That was a sudden black cloud appearing outside Biqi City.
Indeed, the skies around were initially clear, but that black cloud appeared very abruptly.
Many noticed that the cloud was moving towards Biqi City.
Soon some saw it was a growing number of Jue family members heading this way.
Due to their overwhelming momentum, even the celestial phenomenon was influenced, forming such a cloud.
In an instant, the Fusang people and the sea dogs' eyes lit up.
"It's not scary that four Jue family members fell; a thousand Jue family members will definitely rise up!"
"No matter how ruthless Old Demon Duan is, can he wipe out the whole Jue family?"
"What if Old Demon Duan really could kill them all?"
"Do you believe that?"
"I don't!"
