Longevity Martial Arts: Starting from Inner Core Skill

Chapter 93: Chapter 94: The Cost

The Evil Flood Dragon lay motionless amid the ruins, blood seeping out of the rubble and covering the ground.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the Evil Flood Dragon’s body twitched, shaking off some debris.

But Wang Sheng was not panicked at all.

He had now fused his Qi Blood Power with the “God,” making his senses extremely sharp. At such close range, he could clearly tell whether a creature was alive or not.

The Evil Flood Dragon had been beaten to death by his punches; the twitching was just a normal reaction.

The internal structure of the body was almost destroyed; it appeared intact, but inside there was hardly any part left whole.

“It’s weaker than I thought!”

He had anticipated a tough battle with the Evil Flood Dragon, but in fact, it barely put up any resistance against him.

Of course, this might also have to do with the fact that the Evil Flood Dragon did not use its trump card moves.

But this was exactly what he had wanted.

Otherwise, why would he have gone to all the trouble of sneaking in from outside the city and blending into the crowd?

Wasn’t it to prevent the Evil Flood Dragon from fighting on its home turf?

It turned out that this method was extraordinarily effective.

However, with the Evil Flood Dragon dealt with, there were still matters to settle.

He looked towards where the altar stood.

Virtually everyone had fled amid the battle, only a few frenzied members of the Green Flood Dragon Gang remained.

They didn’t run simply because they couldn’t believe they would lose as followers of the Green Flood Dragon God.

Wang Sheng was just one of the many who had come to attack the Green Flood Dragon God, and the ultimate outcome for them was either escape or death—there were no other possibilities.

But—

In just a few minutes, the situation had changed; their Green Flood Dragon God had been easily killed.

And the person who acted didn’t even incur any injuries.

“How could this be? How could the Green Flood Dragon God lose? Impossible!”

The Green Flood Dragon Gang Leader was the least able to accept this.

In his mind, the Green Flood Dragon God was invincible, even capable of easily creating martial artists of his caliber.

“Impossible…”

Muttering to himself, he slowly began to retreat, then turned and ran.

With the Green Flood Dragon God dead, how could he possibly stand a chance? As much as he respected the Green Flood Dragon God, his own life was more important.

He had to run!

With his Rank Eight Martial Artist abilities, he could live comfortably anywhere.

But—

Swoosh!

He’d barely escaped two steps when a blood-red arrow struck him in the back.

Boom!

The blood-red arrow exploded on impact, and before the Green Flood Dragon Gang Leader could react, he was enveloped by the powerful force of the Blood Qi.

Then his body was instantly shattered, reduced to fragments.

The Green Flood Dragon Gang Leader was dead just like that.

The man who had “ruled” three counties died so crudely, but he relied on the Evil Flood Dragon, and with its death, there was never going to be a good end for him.

Wang Sheng looked towards the other members of the Green Flood Dragon Gang.

Without wasting words, he took action, pulling the Blood Qi Longbow in his hands and firing several arrows that killed most of them, leaving only four or five.

He still wanted to inquire about some matters.

The remaining four or five people didn’t dare run anymore because all who ran had died.

Wang Sheng stepped down from the body of the Evil Flood Dragon and approached these people, about to inquire, when one of them suddenly started screaming.

“What’s going on, my strength, why has my strength disappeared!”

With his shout, the others also seemed to come to their senses.

“My strength too, what’s happening…”

The group was devastated, having gone from mighty Martial Artists to ordinary people in an instant, a downfall not so easily endured.

Wang Sheng frowned as he looked at these people.

In fact, one of the questions he wanted to ask was how these people had managed, in just a year or two, to transform from ordinary individuals into Martial Artists, some even reaching the high ranks of seventh and eighth grade.

Such a thing wasn’t easily achievable, otherwise the world would have been in chaos long ago.

But the Evil Flood Dragon had managed it, and it seemed effortlessly.

However, now it appeared there were significant limitations; upon the death of the Evil Flood Dragon, they had reverted to mere mortals.

“Silence!”

Originally, these gang members were in utter despair, but at Wang Sheng’s command, they instantly controlled their emotions—fearing death more than they valued their power.

“I’m asking you, how did you enhance your strength?”

The members looked at each other, then one replied, “Sir, we are not exactly sure ourselves, we only know that the Gang Leader provided us with blood obtained from the Green Flood Dragon God. Consuming different types of blood would enhance our strength, and the more meritorious deeds we accrued, the more powerful the blood we received.”

“Is there a price?”

“…At least we have not discovered one.”

Wang Sheng was silent for a moment.

How could there be no price?

But just as he was about to ask a second question, their skin began to contract, and it seemed all their flesh was being drained away instantaneously.

In the blink of an eye, these men turned into mere bags of bones before Wang Sheng.

They were literally bags of bones; beneath the folds of wrinkled skin, their skeletons were clearly visible, sharp and distinct.

“…”

Now he knew the price!

This seemed to be an act of using human bodies to nurture parasites.

Not only that—

After these men transformed into bags of bones, a bloody hole emerged on their bodies and a droplet-like red essence blood appeared, quickly flying toward a specific location, where the now-deceased Evil Flood Dragon lay.

And it wasn’t only happening here; similar red essence blood appeared from various directions, all rushing toward the corpse of the Evil Flood Dragon.

As the red essence blood neared the corpse, Wang Sheng became instantly alert.

Could it be that this thing could still spring back to life?

Just as he planned a follow-up attack, the red essence blood suddenly seemed to lose control, dropping down like raindrops onto the ruins.

In the end, nothing happened.

“Is this what you call a delayed trump card?”

Wang Sheng could roughly tell that nearly all members of the Green Flood Dragon Gang were nurturing parasites for the Evil Flood Dragon, which might even have been the key hope for a turnaround at a critical moment.

Now it seemed, however, that this trump card was of no use.

What Wang Sheng didn’t know was that the Evil Flood Dragon had been stunned, from the start of the fight to its end, the whole thing lasted about a minute; it had lost its home ground advantage, and had been unable to utilize anything. Initially, it had intended to use essence blood to enhance its power, but it was killed before it could stall for time.

The appearance of this red essence blood was more like an insult to the “Dragon.”

The body was nearly cold when it emerged—what was this supposed to mean?

However—

“Everyone is dead, how am I supposed to ask questions now?”

He had intentionally left a few people alive.

“Forget it, it’s okay not to satisfy some curiosities, the issue is resolved.”

This time, his departure was to deal with the Evil Flood Dragon, and now that the main objective was achieved, that was sufficient.

He wasn’t a good person; when he lacked power, even knowing about the sacrifices, he didn’t interfere, but being capable, he couldn’t just watch countless people die.

“Sometimes I even find myself contradictory!”

Saying this, he went to the ruins, dragging the body of the Evil Flood Dragon and started walking towards the outskirts of the city, while Mo Yang also hurried over, accompanied by a group of his underlings…