Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 158 Requesting the 9th Marshal to Suppress the Thieves

Although the Gu Master trusted Ninth Brother, he couldn't help but panic. With a wave of his hand, another ball of air fish pounced on the镖师 (bodyguard/escort), biting his bleeding wounds one by one, the color gradually changing from transparent to pink.

However, this also completely exposed the Gu Master's own figure.

Ninth Brother wasn't about to let Lin Fan pass, and swung his knife towards Lin Fan's back. Lin Fan didn't even turn around; he reached behind him, and the scythe he had just used to smash an 'air fish' flew into his hand.

Without the interference of the air fish, the sickle flew exceptionally smoothly this time.

On the way, I naturally passed by Ninth Brother and cut a small wound on his skin, which was as thick as cowhide, so small that it barely drew blood.

"The Emperor has decreed that the Ninth Marshal be ordered to suppress the traitors."

Coming to his senses, Ninth Brother stood before the army, fully armored, holding a long spear, and riding a tall, similarly armored horse.

When Ninth Brother turned around, he saw hundreds of armored soldiers behind him, none of whom could be seen by their faces.

Before them lay a desolate desert, with countless figures amidst the vast yellow sand.

He gritted his teeth, knowing that he could not disobey the emperor's, who was also his elder brother back then, so he had no choice but to take the lead and charge forward with his gun.

"Kill them!"

Ninth Brother charged forward alone, but none of the faceless armored soldiers followed behind.

With a sweep of his spear, the so-called bandit army in front of him was crushed like mud.

Only then did Ninth Brother realize that these were just ordinary people dressed in tattered clothes of various colors, without armor or weapons.

As he scanned each face, a chill ran down his spine; these were all people he had killed in the past!

The boyfriends were of all ages, and even the wounds he had left on them were still there. No matter if their hearts and lungs had been ripped out, or their noses and eyes had been gouged out, even as their bodies rotted, they still slowly surged toward him, trying to use their flesh and blood to strip off the armor from his warhorse.

"Hey! Die! You're all dead, don't come looking for me again!"

Ninth Brother roared and spurred his warhorse to charge at top speed. The warhorse and the spear were like a meat grinder, tearing apart the people on the road.

Ninth Brother had charged back and forth more than ten times, but the number of people had not decreased, while the armored soldiers not far away still stood still as if watching a fire from across the river.

Ninth Brother wanted to turn around and leave, but then he remembered his elder brother and the Emperor's decree, and dared not retreat.

Charge, charge, charge!

He even saw the flesh he had trampled into a pulp, then he stood up again and remounted his horse.

The warhorse was exhausted and covered by a group of people who kept pulling at its armor even as their fingers bled.

Ninth Brother fought on foot with his gun. He even spotted the blue-clad bodyguard in the crowd, carrying his rotten wooden sword. A single shot from him turned him into a bloody pulp.

His strength was gradually waning, and he could easily sweep these people away with a mere swing of his spear.

But these monsters that can't die or get tired just keep coming up.

The fear was like being swept away by a stream of water, starting from the toes, gradually flowing over the calves, knees, and even the neck.

Ninth Brother felt his body covered in rotting corpse hands constantly pawing at him, their loose teeth gnawing at his entire suit of armor...

"Ha, ha, ha ah!"

After catching his breath, Ninth Brother was covered in sweat. He only saw that the bodyguard had taken a few steps forward from his original position. It seemed that he had spent a long time in his dream, but only a moment in reality.

But by being too late, it was all too late. His steel blade still swung down, but naturally, he didn't hit anything.

Lin Fan stretched out his left hand and grabbed again, this time with a different effect. The Gu Master and Lin Fan seemed to be rushing towards each other.

The poor Gu master could only raise his wooden staff to defend himself, while Lin Fan's black knife relentlessly thrust forward, regardless of whether it was a vital spot or not.

By the time Ninth Brother reacted, the black knife had already pierced the Gu Master's eye socket. He gripped the blade with both hands, trying to pull it out, but his strength was no match for Lin Fan's, whose skin had turned purple. The blade churned a few times through the eyeball in the Gu Master's brain, and the Gu Master convulsed as he went to see the Butterfly Goddess.

With the death of the Gu Master, the air fish surrounding Lin Fan and Xiao Yi scattered and swam around. The pink and transparent fish mixed together, like startled birds scattered in all directions, making everything in this place look like the scenery in a broken mirror.

Ninth Brother raised his steel knife high, gritting his teeth as he prepared to kill the bodyguard in front of him.

Lin Fan had a lot of flesh torn away, and his whole body was covered in blood. Even his skin color was no longer so dark purple, and he looked much more normal.

He forced himself to breathe, throwing the black knife and the red sickle at the bandit leader. He clutched his stomach with one hand and his mouth with the other, squatting down to suppress his nausea. It wasn't that he couldn't vomit, but if he did, the pill would immediately impair his strength.

Lin Fan knew that the spider eggs were more effective with each use. However, enduring the pain made his stomach feel like it was being churned up, as if it were filled with fine needles, causing him to cry out in pain.

The bandit leader nimbly dodged two poorly aimed flying blades, and looked at Lin Fan with a strange expression. Lin Fan had been able to move freely despite his previous knife wounds, but now he was both disgusted and crying after killing someone.

Is this person practicing the Buddhist path of compassion? He hasn't even grieved over the death of his subordinate, yet he's already acting like he's inconsolable.

However, this did not stop Ninth Brother from killing Lin Fan.

Just as Lin Fan was about to be beheaded, he finally recovered and with a wave of his hand, the red scythe flew back again, and he used the same trick again!

Ninth Brother, of course, wouldn't fall for such a trick a second time. He turned around and blocked the flying scythe with his steel knife. Then he suddenly jumped to the side because a mechanical beast was about to attack his calf, but it couldn't escape his keen senses.

Instead of using his knife to deal with the hard wooden mechanical beast, Ninth Brother kicked it away with a powerful kick, sending it flying. This single kick was enough to earn him a place among the top players in the Great Qian Cuju team.

Seeing that there were no more obstacles, he walked towards Lin Fan again.

Lin Fan had one hand still grasping at the air, but the other, incredibly sharp black dagger completely ignored him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ninth Brother's mind, and he blurted out, "You wouldn't happen to be a member of the Xuanmen sect, would you? So many tricks, so many inexplicable actions, and these bullshit tricks are sometimes effective and sometimes not."

Even though Lin Fan was anxious at the moment, he was speechless after hearing this and couldn't help but say, "Although you guessed wrong, you are very good at judging people."

As mentioned earlier, these words of nonsense did not hinder Ninth Brother's ruthless actions. He raised his steel knife high, ready to bring it down on Lin Fan's neck.