chsdbacks Chapter 30 I am a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see blood.
Chapter 30 I am a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see blood.
As Zhuge Yan finished speaking, the smile on Gu Yan's face gradually disappeared.
"You little beast, you're asking for it!"
The next second, Gu Yan suddenly flung out seven grayish-white bone needles from her hand.
Each strand was imbued with thick resentment, spreading out in a fan shape, blocking all angles from which Zhuge Yan could retreat.
However, for Zhuge Yan, whose brain is already at 14% development level under normal conditions, the bone needles that were flying at high speed now appear to him in almost slow motion.
The trajectory of the bone needles was broken down in his mind into seven precise parabolas, each with its landing point, speed, and rotation angle as clear as an ink line drawn on paper.
Zhuge Yan merely tilted his head slightly.
The first bone needle grazed his left ear, and the wind blade brought by the needle tip cut off a strand of hair at his temple.
Before the stray hairs even hit the ground, his body had already turned half an inch to the left, and the second bone needle flew past his right shoulder, the tip of the needle less than a finger's width from the fabric of his shoulder.
The third one followed immediately, aimed straight at the back of his neck.
Zhuge Yan took a half step forward, landing on the auspicious Xun Palace position. His body floated forward three feet with the help of the breeze, and the bone needle was driven three inches into the trunk of an old pine tree behind him.
He dodged the fourth one by stepping aside, the fifth one passed under his armpit, and the sixth one flew past his waistband.
The seventh one, Zhuge Yan did not dodge.
He raised his right hand, his thumb and forefinger together, and firmly held the bone needle between his fingers.
The bone needle trembled violently between his fingers a few times, like a snake being pinched at its vital point, and then it stopped moving.
Gu Yan stood still, her right hand still in the posture of throwing out the bone needle, her five fingers slightly spread.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Those seven bone needles were fired simultaneously in a fan shape, sealing off all angles. If it were an ordinary superhuman, they would have been pinned up like a hedgehog long ago.
But the little brat on the other side only moved three steps from beginning to end.
Tilting his head, turning to the side, raising his hand—the movements were so small they seemed like he was too lazy to move.
Each bone needle flew past his body, exactly one point away from being inserted.
It's as if the trajectory, speed, and landing point of every bone needle were calculated before I even made a move!
"Is all you can do to hide?"
Gu Yan squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his face full of gloom from being mocked.
"Is this all the people from the Wuhou Sect are capable of?"
Zhuge Yan did not answer.
He casually tossed the bone needle between his fingers to the ground, where it landed on the gravel with a crisp clinking sound.
The gesture was very light, but in Gu Yan's eyes it was more hurtful than any words.
That's not throwing bone needles, it's more like throwing away garbage.
Gu Yan's lips twitched slightly.
The next second, he slapped his waist with his right hand, and dozens of bone needles flew out from the money pouches hanging at his waist, hovering around him.
The tip of the bone needle gleamed with a ghostly green light under the moonlight, clearly imbued with resentment and venom.
He swung both hands out simultaneously, unleashing dozens of bone needles like a torrential downpour, no longer sealing off angles, no longer holding back any force, a pure saturation attack.
He didn't believe Zhuge Yan could hide.
Such a dense rain of needles is impossible to dodge, even with the best agility.
Zhuge Yan did not dodge.
Bone needles rained down on his body, not just piercing, but passing right through!
The moment the bone needles touched his body, his body transformed into countless pink specks of light, scattering like petals blown away by the wind.
The bone needles pierced through the pink light spots and embedded themselves in the tree trunks, the mud, and among the pebbles behind, leaving a dense trail of marks, but without drawing a single drop of blood.
Gu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.
"magical……"
"A smokescreen."
A voice came from behind him, neither loud nor soft, like the whisper of a demon.
The character "乾" (qián) is composed of the characters for "a hundred flowers in full bloom".
Gu Yan's back stiffened instantly.
He tried to turn around, but a golden chain had somehow wrapped around his ankle, firmly binding one of his feet to the ground.
His body was halfway turned when the chains forcibly pulled him back!
Gu Yan turned his head in horror and saw Zhuge Yan standing less than two steps behind him, his right arm already tucked to his waist.
boom!
A straight punch.
There are no fancy moves; the power originates from the ground, is transmitted through the waist and hips to the fist, and the weight of the whole body and true qi are all pressed into this punch.
Bajiquan, support the hammer!
The fist struck Gu Yan squarely in the center of his chest, producing a dull, cracking sound.
Gu Yan's body flew backward like a sack that had been kicked away. The golden chain on her ankle was torn off the moment she flew out and dissipated into shards of light.
He flew more than two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) before crashing his back into the trunk of an old pine tree, pine needles falling all over his head and face.
He opened his mouth to curse, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.
Blood splattered on his gray cloth lapel, mixed with pine needles.
There was a shallow dent the size of a fist in his chest, and at least three of his ribs were broken.
Gu Yan slumped against the tree trunk, his chin covered in blood. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something harsh, but every time he opened his mouth, it aggravated the broken bones in his chest, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge in pain.
He strained to lift his head, his face filled with fear as he looked at the young man standing in the moonlight.
At this moment, Zhuge Yan was wiping the bloodstains on his right knuckles with an old cloth, his eyes remaining unchanged from beginning to end.
He was neither angry nor arrogant, and didn't even look at him.
He was just wiping his hands, as if that punch he just threw was nothing more than swatting a mosquito.
After wiping the blood off his hands, Zhuge Yan slowly strolled over to Gu Yan.
"You might not understand the professional interpretations of divination, so let me explain it in a simpler way."
My lord, you may face a bloody disaster today!
"So? Did you understand now?"
Gu Yan's eyes widened, her mind racing with a thousand "f*** you" thoughts.
Don't you have any idea how I got into this mess?
Although I really want to start cursing, I'm now at their mercy, my life completely in their hands.
So after a brief moment of thought, Gu Yan forcibly suppressed her anger and humbly begged for mercy:
"I understand! I understand! Little master, you're a genius! I was overestimating myself. I believe you now, please forgive me."
"Spare you?"
A cold smile crept across Zhuge Yan's lips.
"When ordinary people begged you for mercy, did you ever spare them?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Yan was speechless for a moment.
"I'll change! I promise I'll reform myself and never do anything that's immoral again!"
"real?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Yan was overjoyed.
Sure enough, no matter how monstrous this kid's strength is, he's still just a greenhorn who's just starting out.
You just wait. Once I get back and heal from my injuries, I'll definitely get all the brothers from Quanxing to help me get revenge!
When the time comes, I'm going to pull out all your finger bones, one by one!
"Really! I swear to God!!!"
"sky?"
Zhuge Yan suddenly chuckled.
"Didn't anyone tell you not to swear oaths to the heavens in front of a warlock?"
Have you forgotten that, as warlocks, our greatest skill lies in dealing with the workings of fate?
Unfortunately, fate has told me that you will not truly repent.
"What?!"
Gu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.
"He's talking nonsense! I really will change my ways!"
"The Way of Heaven never makes mistakes, so are you saying I miscalculated?"
Zhuge Yan narrowed his eyes, a hint of killing intent flashing within them.
"No, no, no, young master, how could you possibly be wrong? Oh, no, what I mean is..."
Gu Yan suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He was right, he was going to die; he was wrong, he was still going to die!
I'm going to die anyway, right?!
"Benefactor, you are blessed. I am a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see blood."
"What do you mean?"
"The character 'Kun' (坤) is composed of the radical 'earth' and 'river' (河)."