This Journey To The West Is So Terrifying Chapter 195

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“Die!” the great black bear roared loudly.

The voice carried demonic power, aiming to frighten the Bashan Tiger.

This tactic, which he had developed in constant battle, was particularly effective against small monsters.

However, the method that had always been unbeatable met its match in the Bashan Tiger, who had witnessed the pinnacle of combat in the Three Realms and was no longer just a regular little monster.

“Big guy, being loud doesn’t make you strong,” the Bashan Tiger chuckled.

The small body began to sprint forward nimbly, like a bolt of lightning.

The Curved Blade in his hands swung continuously, shimmering like a silver ribbon under the moonlight.

Seeing this, the great black bear kept retreating, feeling the difficulty of handling the Bashan Tiger’s blade technique.

But how could he compete in agility with the Bashan Tiger? The dense flashes of the blade left numerous wounds across his bulky frame in an instant.

“Damn it!” As a Demon King, he had never suffered such humiliation; his eyes turned blood-red as he fell into madness.

His arms swung like great hammers through the air, carrying a mighty force, the swirling wind caused by his movements scraped across the Bashan Tiger’s face, bringing pain.

Yet in this state, he couldn’t touch a single hair on Bashan Tiger.

The Bashan Tiger dodged all the great black bear’s attacks with ease, and still found time to counter.

After a while, the great black bear turned into a bloodied figure, tremors wracking his body as blood flowed unceasingly from his wounds.

The intensity of the fight amplified this process, and in an overwhelming wave of fatigue, he found himself kneeling on the ground, unable to help himself.

The Bashan Tiger boasted, “To think someone as weak as you could be called a Demon King, don’t disgrace the Demon Clan. I’m really not having fun.”

After these words, the great black bear’s eyes went dark, and he fainted.

The Bashan Tiger walked over and gave him a kick with his foot, found no reaction, and then sighed, “He fainted so quickly.”

“He follows the brute force way, which is precisely what your fighting style restrains. Don’t let this make you arrogant; those few youngsters have been practicing very hard recently,” the White Ape said slowly as he came over with the Treasured Sword in his hand, his Earth God Bai Su following behind him.

At this moment, the teacher and disciple duo looked calm and serene, devoid of any sharp aura, resembling a grandfather taking his granddaughter for a stroll.

But the Bashan Tiger knew just how formidable they were in this state; some Demon Kings had declared that White Ape now had the power to cleave Immortals from the heavens.

In White Dragon’s words, “White Ape was born to be a Swordsman.”

Since embracing the practice of cultivation of the Sword Dao, White Ape’s swordsmanship had improved leaps and bounds daily, strengthened by following Lin Fang and witnessing the many powerful beings of the Three Realms and experiencing life-and-death situations, thus reaching a new pinnacle in his Sword Dao.

“Hmph, those little girls thinking they can defeat me is a fool’s dream. I, the Bashan Tiger, will show them how cruel the world can be,” the Bashan Tiger said boastfully.

As he spoke, he stepped on the head of the fallen great black bear, “If they insist on making an enemy of me, this guy’s fate will be theirs.”

Despite his words, he felt a twinge of insecurity because he knew well that his victory over the great black bear was due, as White Ape said, to his fighting style being a counter.

With the Curved Blade custom-made for him and the knife techniques modified by White Dragon, he was able to play with the big black bear.

However, when he encountered those few youngsters, his advantage vanished, for You Lan and the Tree Demon Spirit were personally being taught by Hu Er.

Additionally, it was said that their talents were very suitable for practicing the Way of the Arrow, following a similarly agile path. Bashan Tiger had no advantage over them at all.

Therefore, he resolved that during this period, he must practice diligently and not give the youngsters a chance to defeat him.

“It’s decided, this fellow will be my sparring partner from now on. I must teach them a good lesson and show them what a true powerhouse looks like.”

The big black bear lost in unconsciousness knew nothing of his tragic fate, which at that moment had begun to unfold; his days to come were filled with unspeakable suffering, sometimes even with the urge to end his own life.

Watching Bashan Tiger leave full of energy, Bai Su suddenly laughed, finding these youngsters quite interesting.

White Ape said, “Watching them, do you still dare to slack off? If you end up unable to defeat even these youngsters, you will lose face for your master.”

Bai Su lifted her head confidently, “Master, rest assured, your disciple will not fail to uphold your prestige.”

“Very well, the path of cultivation must not be neglected. You have now mastered the Way of Concealed Swords; next, you must begin to control the killing intent within the Treasured Sword. Remember, that power is external; only when you transform it into something of your own will you have the opportunity to get a glimpse of the Supreme Sword Way.”

Bai Su nodded, but she had made up her mind to tip off You Lan and the others later.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, Lin Fang, sensing the miserable life of the big black bear, just let out a light chuckle and continued to devour the delicacies of Qianjin Pavilion.

Though Qianjin Pavilion was a brothel, its food was exceptionally delicious. Lin Fang didn’t mind the high prices, waving his hand to order every delicacy.

Feng Jiu’s eyes lit up beside him.

On the upper floors of the pavilion, the two in conversation were oblivious to the passage of time, until the maid began to change the candles, prompting them to exchange smiles.

Liu Yiyi, now devoid of her previous icy demeanor, looked at the man before her with such tenderness in her eyes that it seemed as if water might drip out.

“The night grows late; shouldn’t we rest now?” she said with a smile.

Lu Wenchang rose and said, “In that case, this humble man will not disturb the lady’s rest.”

With that, he actually turned to leave, leaving Liu Yiyi and the maid by her side dumbfounded.

Seeing that he was not pretending, Liu Yiyi’s face broke into a smile as she suddenly pretended to cry, “I too understand that as a woman of the dust I am unworthy of Young Master Lu. But with everyone aware that you are my esteemed guest tonight, if you leave now, I fear I will become the laughingstock of Nine Tails City.”

Her words caused Lu Wenchang to halt his departing steps. He adhered strictly to the code of a gentleman, but to say he felt no affection would be a lie.

He turned, looking steadfastly at Liu Yiyi, “If I wished to take you as my wife, would you be willing?”

Liu Yiyi appeared stunned by the sudden proposal, and after a moment, she said with tears in her eyes, “Are you serious? You want to marry me?”

Lu Wenchang’s reply was resolute, “I mean it with all sincerity, otherwise may I never achieve greatness in my path and die an untimely death.”

No sooner had he spoken than warmth enveloped him; it was Liu Yiyi throwing herself into his arms and tenderly covering his mouth with her hand.