317 Leons Method (1/2)

Great Blood Transference Technique. That is the name of the grand technique, the trump card of the Bloodfiend Sect.

As previously explained and as the name suggests, it was a special technique capable of transferring one's cultivation to another and grant them a temporary boost in their own cultivation.

The Great Blood Transference Technique had no limits to the number of participants. As long as the blood cultivator had practiced the grand technique to the small success stage, they can join the group and transfer their cultivation to one person.

If it were only that simple, Leon would not find it troublesome to deal with these so-called 'small fries' labeled by Don.

He just had to kill all the weaker disciples first before focusing on the Transcendent-level disciple, but that was where the problem lay. There were no weak disciples.

Under the Great Blood Transference Technique, the accumulated Transcendent power could be freely passed between the disciples.

This means that any one of the disciples could suddenly gain the power of Transcendents at any given point, making them hard to kill like cockroaches.

The roughly 30 core disciples stood not too far from each other, but not too close either. The distance between them was just sufficient, not to impede the mobility of each other.

At the center of the group was a giant blob of dark blood with number tentacle-like blood threads attached to each core disciple and linked them together like nerves.

It was apparent to Leon that the giant blob of dark blood was the disciples' accumulated power. He had tried to destroy it, but it was not easy. The giant blob of dark blood could freely attack and defend under the will of the selected disciple.

Sometimes it would transform into a hardened large shield. At other times, it would attack Leon with a barrage of hardened blood arrows.

These hardened blood arrows were tougher than steel and shot incredibly fast, not at all inferior to any casual attacks from a Transcendent. Despite that, none of the attacks had successfully landed its intended target, Leon.

After these blood arrows miss, they would revert to liquid form and rejoin the giant blob of dark blood. As such, the core disciples can maintain the same attack level and not lose any power.

Leon had tried to attack from different angles and also attempted targeting multiple disciples simultaneously with silver needles. Still, they were all blocked effortlessly despite only one person being in control of the Transcendental power at any given time.

After testing a few more variations of attacks, he confirmed that the core disciples could not only share their power but also shared their senses to cover their weakness, possibly through the blood link.

”It's useless. You won't be able to break our defense.” Zagan said smugly with a warped expression.

The Blood Refining Art was a cultivation technique that granted quick advancement in cultivation, but it was equally punishing when cultivation is rushed. As a result, Zagan's mind was corroded by the negative energy residues hidden in his halfheartedly refined blood.

Leon paid no mind to Zagan's smugness.

A few months back, Zagan was a strong opponent capable of pushing Leon to his limits, but he was no longer fit to be Leon's opponent a few months later.

If there was no grand technique supporting him, killing Zagan would be as easy as lifting a hand if they fought again.

Leon retreated and evaded another flurry of blood arrows with a sharp look as he brainstormed for solutions to break the status quo.

The grand technique of the Bloodfiend Sect was impressive to make up the quality difference in cultivation with quantity. Still, it is also because of this remarkable feat that there should be existing limitations.

Practitioners can be invincible but not techniques. No matter how good a technique is, it still depends on who uses it to show its true worth.

If Leon wanted to break the Great Blood Transference Technique, he had to cut their link and disrupt their excellent coordination.

However, it is easier said than done. With so many pairs of eyes covering their blind spots, their defense was almost impregnable.

There was no difference between trying to cut their link and trying to destroy the giant blob of dark blood. It was all the same, exhausting with a low chance of success.

Did he have to waste so much effort and time to deal with these 'small flies' just because they have an impressive technique? There had to be a more efficient method in dealing with these people.

Leon frowned in thought.

Watching the giant blob of dark blood recovering its droplets of blood arrows for the Nth time, Leon was struck with a sudden spark of inspiration.

Trying to break the enemy's technique from the outside was exhausting, but what about from the inside? It would be remarkably easy.

Naturally he, himself would not be able to slip past their defenses, but other things can. There was nothing more lethal to blood than poison.

Leon's eyes glowed with a nefarious light. He had just the right type of poison in mind for the job.