164 Chapter 164 (1/2)

A shadow bent at an awkward angle turning into a claw as it tried going for Zhang Dong's throat. Before it could reach it's designated spot the man in white rapidly dodged to the side. His whole body was covered in glowing Qi energy, his hair fluttering in the wind while crackling with electricity.

Wu Ming did his utmost best to deliver killing blow after killing blow to this younger cultivator, but to no avail. His opponent was very slippery and even when he was unarmed he managed to deliver several blows while countering.

”I guess that's how far you can go, huh?”

The battle turned somewhat one-sided. Matt found that his speed, power, and even resilience was above this Dark Palm elder that was already in the middle stage of the nascent soul realm. He wasn't sure if this old man was a good reference point though. Just as his strength was above him due to having a better base thanks to this system of his, someone else could very well outrank this guy even in the early stage.

He didn't come out unscathed though, he suffered a couple of slices from that black sword. They were quite shallow though and he reasoned that if he had similar graded equipment that this fight would have been even easier. From this, he started thinking that he should have no problem with cultivators that were in the early stage at all. He could probably fight a couple of them if they were at the middle stage. If one was at the late stage, he wasn't all that sure the jump in power might be massive depending on the grade of their cultivation method so he needed to take people at that realm on an individual basis.

'I don't think there are any people with cultivation methods at the immortal level in the Dark Palm Sect, but there could be manuals like mine in this world.'

After meeting Feng Liena he knew that there had to be people like him in this land before. There might even be some that are living around here just as he is. Sometimes he came across structures that didn't fit the Xianxia vibes all too well, or certain individuals that stuck out like a sore thumb. Just like this one uncle that looked like a butler of a noble house that was staring at him from afar, probably not realizing that Matt here could actually see him all the way from here.

'Well, Alfred there doesn't look that hostile, he is about as strong as this Wu Ming... but can't really be sure...'

Matt looked to his opponent that was hovering in the air. The man's lip was cut and he was bleeding, his left shoulder was uncovered and it looked like something had burned it. His eyes were bloodshot and he was staring in Matt's direction with indignation. He had various emotions going through his mind, but mostly it was fear and anger.

”You will never get away with this, if you kill me the sect elders will hunt you down like a pig!”

'Oh, here it comes.'

Matt raised his hand, which made the sect elder quiet down in surprise.

”Hold up there, old man. You aren't seriously going to tell me to spare you now... like what's the point of telling me that your sect is going to get me?”

Matt wasn't sure why the cultivators at certain positions liked to throw their faction's weight around the moment they got in a pinch. If he let the man go, he would only increase his enemy count. He was sure that this guy would quickly report everything that transpired here, if he silenced him now he would even gain some time.

”What? Do you think I'm joking? The sect will eradicate your entire clan, everyone that is related to you will die, if you dare to lay a hand on me!”

Matt squinted at the man that was spouting nonsense, maybe he had punched him too many times and his brain wasn't working right?

”Yeah... like they weren't going to do that anyway, I bet you would be at the forefront of that...”

The large golden dragon flapped its large bat-like wings behind where Zhang Dong was hovering. Wu Ming was right in front, his own Soul-Beast was slowly flickering in and out of existence as it had been bullied by the golden dragon. Matt had spent slightly over two years in this world still, he wasn't really used to taking lives. He had realized by now, that sometimes it was necessary to survive, for him or for the people that he was protecting. He wasn't fighting for himself anymore, if he went down his whole clan would probably follow suit. Also, this man probably had a large body count behind him, so he wouldn't be losing any sleep after killing a murder hobo like this.

”Think we have talked long enough...”

The white-haired man proclaimed while closing his eyes, the dragon behind him gave out a loud roar that caused the surrounding scenery to vibrate. Zhang Dong moved his right hand forward, four fingers closed with only the index finger pointing out. The digit was placed right in front of his face, spiritual energy gathered towards the tip as the whole area resonated with the sound of thunder and crackling electricity.

The dragon behind him wasn't being passive either, his large jaw sprung open and those sharp chompers came out. The Soul-Beast took in a large breath, its chest expanded, and started to glow as it prepared for its own attack.

”You people love clashes like this, don't you? Will you face me head-on, or will you run like a coward?”

Wu Ming's whole face contorted, his teeth clenching tightly while blood dripped from his mouth. He couldn't remember a time where he was disrespected this much, this was something that he could take lying down. He reacted promptly, his black blade in his hand as he started pouring the last ounce of his energy into his weapon. The black Raven behind him screeched out loudly and started to mimic the golden dragon as it gathered large amounts of energy into its beak.