141 Bloodied Body (1/2)

Every punch Gu Shenwei exerted possessed mountain-breaking strength. He stuck close in front of his enemy, without a trace of pity or hesitation in his heart.

Kang Wenhui twisted and turned as much as she could, but was unable to evade the youth's fists. She thus released all of her power, including from her ten bloody fingers, to strike at every part of the youth's body.

Gu Shenwei's clothes were torn as a result, and countless more channels of blood were added to his already scarred skin, yet he seemed to not mind at all - as if his body did not truly belong to him. Keeping a straight face, he exerted punch after punch mercilessly. At this moment, it would not have mattered to him if his enemy was male or female, old or young.

Kang Wenhui's facial expression changed before her facial shape followed suit. Her entire head, covered in blood, had turned even redder than her ten fingers. She had never encountered a fighting style like this, which was as adhesive and impossible to shake off as the most shameless of scoundrels. It did not have any pattern or style, yet its strength was sufficient to beat a bull to death.

The Managing Master of Barren Sect would, in time, be beaten to death by the fists of a youth. Her skull was pulverized and an eyeball was sent flying out.

Though Gu Shenwei panted heavily, he was not tired at all. On the contrary, he felt more energetic than ever. If a mountain was standing in front of him, he just might have crushed it into stones using his fists.

The three Barren Sect disciples simply watched in astonishment and were unable to help their master in time. However, they then took a quick look at each other and proceeded to flank the youth from three directions, with Nie Qing taking the lead.

As killers, they often resorted to unscrupulous tactics, but would never run away from a fight. In any case, their bodies had been implanted with Peripheral Forces by Kang Wenhui, and thus even if they did not avenge their master, death would be inevitable when they returned to Barren Sect.

Gu Shenwei bent his body slightly and leaped powerfully off the ground. Every step he took was equivalent to seven or eight steps of a normal person. Like a leopard charging after its prey, he knocked down the enemy on his left side in two quick steps and then rolled several times on the ground while holding on to her.

When he stood up again, the female was already dead, with her ribs entirely fractured.

He proceeded on to the next nearest enemy, and after allowing her to add several more scratch marks to his body with her sharp claws, he knocked her down with a single punch. Kneeling on the ground, he proceeded to wallop her until her flesh and blood could not be differentiated from the grass and soil beneath.

The last of the disciples lunged at the youth and sunk her ten fingers into his pectorals. However, after only an inch in, they could go no further nor be pulled out.

With a backhand, Gu Shenwei grabbed the wrists of the female behind him, then jumped up and landed on the ground face up. Consequently, although he felt some heat in his neck area, the enemy's strength had already petered out, and she had spat blood and died.

After pulling her ten fingers out of his pectorals, Gu Shenwei stood up with his upper body naked. The bloodstains on his body were like meandering brooks that flowed down along his skin. When he clenched his fists, his muscles became taut as if they were iron cast.

The two monks had been standing stupefied by the side all this time, watching the brutal and bloody massacre play out. They had even forgotten to open their mouths and call off the fight. In their minds, they were a thousand percent sure that the youth was the Devil Emperor's reincarnation.

”A... mitabha.” Monk Lianhua was finally able to speak.

Although the circulation of his Internal Breath was gradually slowing down, Gu Shenwei's killing desire was still raging. ”Monks are also people, what's the point of keeping them alive?”  he thought, and thus advanced toward them.

”Why is this... Buddhist incantation no longer effective?” Lianhua muttered puzzledly, not realizing that danger was drawing near.

Gu Shenwei was startled. He knew now that he had indeed been tricked by Master Tiger Monk into learning the thousands-of-words-long Buddhist incantation that was Breaking Obsession, which had the effect of weakening his killing desire. However, at this moment, he could feel that his killing desire was more intense than at any time before and he did not have the slightest hesitation that he usually had.

The brief moment of self-awareness allowed Gu Shenwei to regain his sense of reason. ”This monk mustn't die. I think there's something important I need him to solve.”

”Maybe it's something related to Death Scripture?” Gu Shenwei tried searching his memory. The pronunciations found in Breaking Obsession were mostly referenced from the former, which originally did not have the effect of reducing killing desire. As the saying went, ”Water holds up a boat, but can also sink it.” Not long after he was able to overcome the restrictions of his Internal Strength, he also made a huge psychological breakthrough, which explained why his killing desire increased instead of reducing.

Monk Lianhua also thought similarly. His face ashen pale, he involuntarily let out a long sigh. He and Master Tiger Monk had dedicated their lives to this. If it was ineffective, it would not only mean that the latter had died for nothing, but also that the vows they had made in front of the Buddha statue were false and could never be fulfilled.

”Everything stems from Death Scripture and shall be resolved by it. Back then, when you composed Breaking Obsession together with Master Tiger Monk, you did so only with fragments of Death Scripture. Master Tiger Monk was able to read the entire scripture but passed away too early. I'm willing to rewrite the scripture and hand it to you, hoping that you can use it to amend Breaking Obsession, and thereby dispel all killing desire in the world as you have long wished.”

”Really?” Lianhua's sorrow turned into joy, such that he was no longer much distressed by the four corpses lying on the ground. ”Little benefactor's virtuous deed will be greatly appreciated.”

”Bring me pen and paper.”

Lianye, who was still able to move about despite his internal injuries, hurried into a hut and brought out a brush, ink, paper, an inkstone, as well as a short stool. He laid out the paper and was about to grind the ink when Gu Shenwei grasped the brush and said, ”No need.” He repeatedly dipped the brush in the spots of fresh blood on his body while writing, and when he had used up his own blood, he began to use that of the corpses next to him.

He had long memorized Death Scripture, which was of more than five thousand words, until he knew it backwards. As such, he completed the writing in a short time. Tossing the brush down and standing up, he handed the blood-written stack of paper to Monk Lianhua.

The latter did not know what to say upon receiving the blood-written scripture. There were certainly precedents of Buddhist practitioners writing in blood, but they were always in the person's own blood. He had never killed a living thing in his life, yet the scripture he was holding was written in the blood of both living and dead people - certainly worthy of the name ”Death Scripture”.

”I need Master to agree to two conditions.”

”Speak, little benefactor.”