Chapter 80: The Most Useless Thing Contributed the Most Useful Term

"Alian!" Ku Rong Laomo clenched his teeth and let out a low shout.

Immediately afterward he lifted his head to look at Shen Qing, anger surging in his chest.

"Your strength is not small, your ability is not bad; compared to Peng Guang, that waste, you are indeed much stronger."

"Being able to kick with such force at the second level of the Grand Master Realm is truly amazing."

"But this is probably all your strength, right?"

"If that's all there is..."

Before his words even faded, Shen Qing launched his next kick with even greater speed and strength, producing a sonic boom; the fierce wind even tore the surrounding walls into cracks.

Of course, under that kick Ku Rong Laomo also flew sideways, a huge wound appearing on his waist, his flesh mangled.

Ku Rong Laomo's eyes were filled with shock.

"You haven't even used your full strength yet?"

This made Ku Rong Laomo somewhat hard to accept; he knew there were geniuses in the world, some born with extraordinary strength, far surpassing others of the same realm.

"But there should be a limit, right?"

"Or are you saying that in these thirty years of his slumber, the Grand Master Realm outside has been evolving?"

Shen Qing walked toward Ku Rong Laomo without hurry.

"Full strength? Do you really think I need to use my full strength to deal with an immortal old thing like you?"

"The reason I didn't kill you with two punches is because I want you to feel the fear of death bit by bit."

"Besides, you still haven't spit out everything in your mouth; who exactly is your protector?"

"That Jiang Ruohai just said, the Withered Glory Scripture needs to be carried out several times, and each time it must consume a large amount of blood."

"Not to mention earlier, just the village of Black Dog thirty years ago had a population of several hundred, and according to Black Dog's description, the surrounding villages also suffered horribly, altogether likely numbering in the thousands."

"Such a heinous case would surely have shocked the imperial court, yet that Jiang Ruohai had never even heard the name of Ku Rong Laomo; this shows one thing: Ku Rong Laomo's village massacres did not stir up much of a disturbance."

"At least the Embroidered Uniform Guard did not investigate deeply, and may not have investigated at all; otherwise they would not have failed to find even Ku Rong Laomo's name."

"And covering up all of this requires a considerable amount of energy."

Ku Rong Laomo's face was grim, bloody true qi surging in his hand.

"Smart! You've figured out I have someone behind me, right?"

"Want to know? Then defeat me first!"

"I've already figured out your weakness: your legs are strong, your swordplay is strong, but your fists are useless!"

"If I were to fight you up close, what would you do then?"

Having said that, he launched himself forward, leaving a blood-colored afterimage, while shouting fiercely from his mouth.

"Burning Blood Fist!"

"This is his most skilled technique, also his most confident one; he has killed countless people in his life, with over eighty percent dying to his Burning Blood Fist—so much so that once he uses the Burning Blood Fist technique, he is invincible!"

"The next moment!"

"Boom!"

"His fist slammed hard into his head—of course! It was Shen Qing's fist smashing into Ku Rong Laomo's head."

"A Splitting Mountain Fist fiercely shattered Ku Rong Laomo's facial bones, his cheeks caved in from the blow."

"Ku Rong Laomo returned just as he came, only faster; in midair his scrunched features quickly restored, the doubt in his eyes fully erupting."

"This damage is not right."

"How does it feel that his fists are stronger than his legs! He looked at Shen Qing—his fist techniques, legwork, and weapons mastery were all top-notch."

"Does this person have no weaknesses?"

"Shen Qing's lips curled slightly, domineering true qi surging through his body, Crimson Sky suddenly bursting forth with red light, faint thunder rumbling."

"Withered Glory Scripture? Looks like it's actually somewhat interesting—your face smashed to pulp, yet it can still recover?"

"Then go ahead and fully activate your Withered Glory Scripture! Let me see just where your limits lie!"

"Thunder Rise!"

"A bolt of lightning flashed through the air, slicing straight through Ku Rong Laomo's body—this strike nearly severed his shoulder."

"Ku Rong Laomo gritted his teeth, bloody true qi surging out, forcibly holding onto the shoulder about to break; the injury showed signs of healing."

"To be honest, it really hurts, but it's nowhere near as painful as his heartache."

"He had roamed the jianghu of Eternal Peace Prefecture for two hundred years, thinking himself invincible there, yet today he was actually kicked like a shuttlecock by the twenty‑year‑old Shen Qing."

"Even Shen Qing's previous two kicks and one punch had used no true qi at all."

"Of course, now Shen Qing is using true qi, and also using a blade."

"But he also had a patterned blade etched onto his body."

"This blade cut not his body but his pride; his whole person is as laughable as the big talk he just spouted."

"Shen Qing's eyes flashed with surprise: 'Even a severed shoulder can recover?'"

"Then how about this?"

"Four consecutive bolts of lightning precisely struck Ku Rong Laomo's limbs."

"Pa-da pa-da."

"Ku Rong Laomo and his limbs fell to the ground one after another."

"Shen Qing watched for a long time; there was no sign of his hands or feet regrowing."

"Can't they grow back?"

"It seems the Withered Glory Scripture can only reattach flesh and muscle or grow new meat, but cannot regenerate bone."

"Listening to Shen Qing's words, Ku Rong Laomo's face filled with despair: 'I concede... you are strong, I am no match for you.'"

"You don't want to know who my protector is? I'll tell you."

"It's Peng Guang."

Peng Guang is the name of that old garrison commander.

Shen Qing looked down at Ku Rong Lao Mo: "Thirty years ago, was it also him who protected you?"

"Yes, he's too old, wants to prolong his life, I gave him some blood."

"This time he also came, he wants to buy blood from me, the price is one hundred thousand taels of silver."

Immediately after, he with difficulty turned his head toward Shen Qing, his eyes filled with fawning toward life.

"I've said everything, can you give me a way to live? I'm willing to be your slave."

"Even without experiencing the final withered glory, I still have the combat power of a Grand Master Realm; I can do many things, I'll obey you."

Shen Qing said in a flat tone: "Don't rush."

"Didn't I say that? I want to see where the limit of your withered glory classic lies."

Ku Rong Lao Mo squeezed out an ugly smile: "But haven't I already reached the limit? My limbs can't regenerate."

Shen Qing smiled brightly: "It's still far from the limit, isn't there still one limb?"

Ku Rong Lao Mo's smile froze on his face, his pupils began to tremble violently: "No... don't..."

Only saw Shen Qing raise his hand, domineering true qi sliced out, and Ku Rong Lao Mo's head separated from his body.

【Congratulations on slaying a Grand Master Realm martial practitioner, looted trait: Fast Healing (Purple)】

Fast Healing: a trait obtained from cultivating a special technique, it allows quick recovery from injuries, but the speed of growing new flesh is relatively slow.

Shen Qing snorted: "Useless thing."

Soon after, with a thought, he conducted a simple all-in.

Consumed three trait upgrade opportunities.

Fast Healing (Purple) upgraded to: Flesh Regeneration (Gold) upgraded to: White Bone Regrowth (Red)

White Bone Regrowth (Red): Grow new bone, produce flesh, resurrect!

Shen Qing's mouth corners slightly rose.

"A most useless thing ended up contributing the most useful trait."