Achieving Demon Godhood from Unlocking Talents

BANG!!

Storm Club, on the fighting ring in the first-floor hall.

A dull thud rang out. Dressed in a silver martial arts uniform, Song Yan grunted as he was forced to slide backward.

With a series of heavy steps, each of his footfalls shook the ring’s floor, making the expressions of the many club disciples watching from the sidelines turn grim.

But before he could regain his balance...

SWOOSH!!

A blood-red afterimage flashed past, and a palm seal struck him in the chest.

BANG!!

The figure flew backward, and the Elite Level Song Yan crashed off the ring.

Several disciples from the Hurricane Faction rushed forward to help him up.

Blood was clearly trickling from the corner of his mouth. The robes over his chest were torn to shreds, revealing a horrifying, blood-red palm seal branded onto the flesh beneath.

"What is..."

The disciples’ faces turned pale. Even the other Elite Level True Disciples of the club stared intently, their eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

"It’s the Blood Slaughterer!"

The cold shout came from the center of the watching crowd.

Ge Hongfeng’s expression was grim. The hand behind his back quietly formed a seal. Beside him, the Martial Artist Old Feng also had a serious look in his eyes, which glinted coldly as they fixed on the young man on the ring.

He was slender, wearing a gray martial arts uniform with blood-red patterns. He looked to be in his early twenties, and his pupils were faintly crimson.

A snake or python tattoo was on his neck, and his black hair was tied in a ponytail.

Facing the cold intent of the two Martial Artists and the hostile gazes of the many club disciples, he showed no fear. Instead, he gave a placid smile and slowly withdrew his right palm, which was covered in blood-red power, saying, "My apologies, Masters."

"I didn’t expect your disciples to be so weak. They can’t even take one of my palms."

"You!"

The club’s disciples were furious, and several of the Elite Level True Disciples shot him cold glares.

And yet...

"Oh? Can’t stand to lose, can you?"

On the other side below the ring, there was only a single figure.

He also wore a gray martial arts uniform with blood-red patterns. His build was lean and powerful, and his hair was graying.

He sneered and, without moving from his spot, stared at Ge Hongfeng and Old Feng. "What? Planning on breaking the rules of the spar and stepping in yourselves?"

"Fine by me. Come at me together. The worst that can happen is I’ll just kill every disciple from your club I see from now on. I’ll kill you all until you’re left with no one. How does that sound?"

The casual tone did nothing to hide the threat, sending a chill through the room.

A chill ran down the spines of the club’s disciples, and even Ge Hongfeng and Old Feng’s expressions turned grim.

This old devil’s strength was no less than theirs; in fact, in a one-on-one fight, he was even a notch stronger.

He had clearly come prepared, taking advantage of Old Chen’s absence, and they had no choice but to accept his challenge.

"Wu Shun, you go give it a try."

"Yes, Master!"

Old Feng commanded in a low voice, and his Elite Level Peak True Disciple leaped onto the stage.

In an instant, the duel on the ring began anew.

The constant sound of fists and feet colliding and air exploding rang out, kicking up puffs of white vapor.

Gusts of wind swept in all directions, kicking up dust and debris from the floor.

Watching this scene from a distance, Lu Chao frowned slightly.

He quickened his pace, walking through the crowd of spectators until he found Zheng Wu.

"Senior Brother Zheng, what’s going on?"

he asked in confusion, not expecting to see a situation like this at the Storm Club.

"Sigh... I only have a partial understanding of it myself."

Hearing this, Zheng Wu sighed.

Some time had passed, and he had now settled down in the Red Maple City Circle. Thanks to Ge Hongfeng’s patronage, he had successfully become a coach here with quite good pay.

"I heard that old man used to be the famous Blood Slaughterer, Li Gusha, from the martial arts gym circle in Red Maple Shelter City."

"A genuine Superpower Level expert."

Zheng Wu lowered his voice, gesturing toward the old man across from the ring.

Lu Chao followed his gaze. His intuition had already provided him with the information: over 150 points of Life Energy.

That level of strength was a cut above even Lei Wanjun from before. Even Ge Hongfeng and the other master were slightly inferior in comparison.

"Master Ge and the others had some history with this person. They managed to severely injure and repel him in a duel back then."

"Unexpectedly, after all this time, he’s fully recovered and returned to Red Maple. He’s deliberately having his disciple challenge all of our club’s Elite Level members, vowing to grind the three factions of the Storm Club into the dust..."

’A dojo challenge?’

Lu Chao narrowed his eyes, more or less understanding the situation.

He then observed the young man on the ring. A blood-red power covered his palm seals, and it seemed to possess some kind of toxic property.

Every time it hit a target, it would seep through the opponent’s pores, damaging their bodily functions.

BANG!!

Suddenly, another muffled thud of impact came from the ring.

Focusing his gaze, he could see the two of them clash, palm to palm.

A ring of white vapor exploded between their hands as blue Martial Arts Power struggled against the blood-red aura.

The two seemed evenly matched, the powerful presence of an Elite Level Peak on full display.

But, a few breaths later...

The Storm Club’s peak Elite Level disciple’s face turned purple. His body suddenly staggered, and he broke his fighting stance.

Seeing the opening...

The Blood Slaughterer’s disciple gave a contemptuous smile and took the opportunity to slam a palm into his chest.

BANG!!

The figure was sent flying, just like Song Yan before him.

His injuries looked even more severe. Not only was there a blood-red palm seal on his chest, but his face was purplish-red with bulging veins, as if he’d been poisoned. He foamed at the mouth and passed out on the spot.

"Quick, save him!"

Old Feng’s expression changed. He shouted out a reminder, and someone quickly brought an antidote to barely suppress the disciple’s injuries.

This scene made the faces of the club’s disciples turn pale. Even the other Elite Level disciples had shifting expressions, realizing how difficult the situation was.

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