The five fingers were like knives, a special force technique of the Golden Element Palm Strike transmitted by Master Liang.
Zhao Jian's leg tendon was torn out, a sharp twang like a breaking bowstring echoed by Meng Chuan's ear.
"Ahhhh!"
Zhao Jian's shrill scream filled the entire office building.
But Meng Chuan's heart was unperturbed; seeking death has its price!
He was about to make a move to cripple the opponent's other leg.
Suddenly!
The sense of warning came again, and Meng Chuan swiftly dodged to the side.
At this moment, purple mist churned at Zhao Jian's spiritual platform, the power provided by the Enchanting Demon Seed condensed into deadly auras, aiming straight at Meng Chuan's forehead.
Simultaneously, Zhao Jian's right arm twisted into a ferocious serpent shape, unleashing a strangling force far surpassing before.
With a posture defying human anatomy, it wrapped aggressively around Meng Chuan's neck.
Demon Path killing move — Snake Demon Swallowing Crane!
Zhao Jian sacrificed the crane form within himself to unleash this overwhelmingly powerful strike!
"Go to hell!"
His eyes widened to the point of bursting, shouting fiercely from his mouth!
This deadly strangling power could twist the carotid artery of an elephant.
Yet Meng Chuan's Adam's apple suddenly sank three inches, his neck muscles instantly swelled to withstand it.
Zhao Jian heard his own finger bones break inch by inch on metal-like flesh, like crushing a thin nutshell with one's hand.
But the crisis was not over, at the same time, several poisonous purple gas snakes formed by the power of enchantment ferociously invaded Meng Chuan's mind!
Zhao Jian's gaze was filled with intense anticipation.
"Kill him! Quickly kill him!"
However, in Meng Chuan's forehead, it was as if a dragon's roar sounded.
This was the Wudang spiritual secret technique Dragon Sitting Meditation strangling the enemy!
Subsequently, those purple mist fragments tried to invade through the cochlea, only to be stopped and blocked by the toughened inner membrane below.
Zhao Jian was indeed lucky, as it matched with Meng Chuan's proficiency in Armored Skills advancement.
The thicker, more solid inner membrane it brought completely blocked the enemy's internal assault.
"It turns out you've taken the wrong path, Zhao Jian."
Meng Chuan realized Zhao Jian had long fallen into the Demon Path.
As for why he attacked him, these questions would be best handled by his school's teachers and the police station.
Zhao Jian's smile froze on his face.
Meng Chuan exerted sudden force, his knee fiercely crashing into Zhao Jian's abdomen, with the crisp sound of ribs shattering like firecrackers going off.
Afterwards, his hands clamped the shoulder joints like iron pincers, instantly rotating them 360 degrees.
The "crack crack" sound of dislocation was constant and unending.
Zhao Jian's limbs were thoroughly ruined, his body curled into a reverse bow shape, blood foam and tearful eyes mixed and scattered in mid-air.
At this moment, he deeply regretted his madness in provoking this murderous star!
Everything settled down.
The fact is, Meng Chuan had held back while atop Xiang King's Tomb, fighting for his life, killing him like slaughtering a dog!
Then, ignoring Zhao Jian's whimpering pleas, Meng Chuan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.
Scrolling down, he saw a name in the contacts named Director An Jing.
Meng Chuan dialed, and after four or five long tones, the phone connected.
A woman's voice came from the other end of the line.
[Hello Zhao Jian, what's going on so late at night?]
It was already half-past eleven, busy all day, she had just gotten ready to lie down and rest.
[It's Meng Chuan, as for what's going on, you'll know right away when you come to the Hongjie Mall.]
On the other end, An Jing sat up straight, her expression turning serious.
[Meng Chuan? What happened?]
An Jing couldn't figure out the situation but she could hear Zhao Jian's agonizing wail from the other end of the phone.
[I also want to know why your student Zhao Jian came out late at night with a sniper rifle and sniped at me.]
An Jing suppressed her doubts, donned the United University uniform, and rushed out the door.
[Okay, wait for me, don't worry, I'll be there soon.]
Meng Chuan hung up the phone, calmly looking at the security guards who came up to check after hearing the noises.
Their flashlights fell to the ground, not daring to look at Meng Chuan, who exuded a violent aura all over.
They glanced at the office resembling a car accident scene, then turned and ran.
Meng Chuan didn't care for them, casually tossing Zhao Jian's phone by his face.
Then he dragged a chair over, sat down, and took out his own phone to call the police.
Ten minutes later, An Jing stood downstairs, panting heavily.
Her Martial Arts Family's perception sensed the blood scent from above. Kicking off the wall with a few rapid steps, she leapt in through a broken window.
She looked at Zhao Jian lying there, so miserable she couldn't bear to look directly.
Then she turned to Meng Chuan sitting expressionlessly on a chair nearby.
As an advisor of Northern United University, An Jing couldn't help but speak:
"What happened? Didn't you go a bit too far?"
"He was trying to kill me."
"Even so, it shouldn't be to this extent..."
An Jing felt that Zhao Jian was suffering indescribably more than death.
"Zhao Jian practiced Demon Skills, you can check for yourself."
At this moment, Zhao Jian was like a dead dog, lying motionless on the floor.
An Jing's face changed drastically when she heard the words 'Demon Skills'.
"Then I'll take him back to the school and find..."
Meng Chuan interrupted her firmly:
"No, I already called the police, they'll be here soon."
...
Inside the district police station.
Meng Chuan and An Jing got into the police car together and arrived at the station.
"Hey, little brother, is it you again?"
The duty officer laughed, this kid has a unique constitution, huh.
Meng Chuan wasn't here for the first time. Last time, after he killed the Human Demon [Wang Xudong], it was at this precinct.
"Can't help it, brother, the Demon Path martial artists are causing trouble again. Can't not resist."
The duty officer said helplessly:
"What kind of jinx are you, Yong'an has been peaceful lately."
An Jing had been standing beside Zhao Jian, refusing to believe her close student was a Demon Path martial artist.
Upon hearing Meng Chuan speak, she couldn't help but retort:
"Please don't jump to conclusions yet. Let's wait for the inspection team and speak after the examination is done, okay."
As a Northern United University counselor, the major restriction for a Martial Arts Family.
The opponent had beaten her student to such a state, and she still managed to speak to them politely, which was very restrained.
Before Meng Chuan could speak, a familiar voice sounded.
"Alright, let me do the inspection!"
As the words were spoken, Luo Guanyun exuded a powerful aura and marched into the waiting room.
The duty officer recognized the speaker and immediately showed respect.
"You've arrived, Master Luo."
Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan immediately stood up.
"Master, why are you here?"
"The precinct called me, said you were attacked by another person from the Demon Path. I'm your master, so I had to come."
Seeing that Meng Chuan was not injured in any way relieved his inner anxiety a lot.
As Meng Chuan's direct master who experienced the incident, the precinct would contact him immediately.
An Jing felt ignored and couldn't help but ask:
"Zhao Jian's situation needs to wait for the inspection team to determine, right?"
Luo Guanyun did not respond to her, instead, he gestured with one hand towards Zhao Jian, pulling his body over with True Qi charged with lightning.
Zhao Jian was already unconscious, surviving only due to the anti-inflammatory drugs fed at the precinct.
"No need to wait, I can do it."
"Zhao Jian is a student from Northern United University, you have no authority to..."
Luo Guanyun ignored her, his palm flickered with a faint thunder glow, slowly sinking into the center of Zhao Jian's chest.
"Do I have authority? Ask your leader when you return."
A moment later, Luo Guanyun slowly pulled out a small purple gourd, hanging with flesh buds.
The small gourd emitted an invisible Demonic Qi, felt by everyone except the few low-level martial artists and duty officers, including Meng Chuan.
The situation was clear, An Jing's face turned ashen.
Meng Chuan gazed at the eerie little gourd, recalling the night of thunder and rain when he personally killed the Human Demon.
And... the person behind him, Fang Jianxing.
He couldn't help but say:
"Master Luo, this thing looks like the item inside the previous [Human Demon]."
Luo Guanyun was seeing this item for the first time too. His expression was grave, he didn't answer Meng Chuan.
Because, the moment this item was extracted from Zhao Jian's body, his own Thunder Seed was activated!
Primordial Spirit Thunder Planting Skill, as the name suggests.
Requires planting a Thunder Seed within, driven by the Primordial Spirit, guided by True Qi.
And the place for planting thunder is the same as this purple gourd!
The spiritual platform on the chest!
The Thunder Seed was jumping fiercely, Luo Guanyun bore it and said:
"Inform your Chief Long Jiu, have him come handle this, I'll take my apprentice away first."
This purple gourd was surprisingly linked to his Thunder Seed, Luo Guanyun had no time to bother Northern United University.
After sending Meng Chuan home, Luo Guanyun left in a hurry.
"The remaining matters are for your master to handle, focus on your martial arts training."
After a tiring night, Meng Chuan was weary too, watched two Hard Skills online lessons and went straight to bed.
The next day.
Today was the moving day, but after the events of last night, Meng Chuan rejected his aunt's suggestion to hold a moving banquet.
He had no interest in eating, that purple gourd was clearly related to Fang Jianxing.
Judging by his master's expression last night, there was definitely a problem, and today he had to go to the precinct, to deal with last night's matters.
Meng Chuan specifically told the precinct not to inform his uncle Meng Yongzhi.
Both uncle and aunt were ordinary people, they deserved peaceful and happy days.
He bore these dark struggles on his own shoulders.
In the morning.
After moving the old house with the moving company, the three entered the spacious new home.
Meng Chuan watched his uncle and aunt's happy expressions, and felt the gloomy cloud in his heart blow away a lot.
Xue Na seemed to have returned to her girlhood, hopping around and looking through the house.
"Old Meng, you were right, success comes through martial arts!"
Meng Yongzhi also said contently:
"The child worked hard, we can benefit too, hahaha."
At this moment, Meng Chuan also calmed down, smiled lightly and said:
"You two, please get familiar with the community, it's quite large in here."
After practicing martial arts for a year, thanks to his master, he solved his uncle and aunt's safety issues.
Next, the real root of the problem, Meng Chuan must resolve personally!
"Fang Jianxing..."
Liu Ru's death had always been a pain in his heart, as well as the time when his uncle was kidnapped, the deep sense of helplessness he felt.
All this, Meng Chuan didn't want to experience again.
To reach the pinnacle of martial arts was still far away, he set two goals that must be completed in his lifetime.
"Help Master Luo solve the Thunder Skill issue, kill Fang Jianxing..."