Chapter Ten: Poisoned by the Corpse Toxin, Senior Brother, Save Me!
“What!!!”
The man’s face contorted in terror, his eyes wide with shock.
The wooden stick, reinforced with talismanic inscriptions, had actually been broken.
The zombie before him was still standing there as if nothing had happened.
“Roar!”
Qin Feng let out a fierce roar.
He leapt forward swiftly, closing the distance between them.
His hands formed claws, razor-sharp talons lunging out rapidly.
The man reacted quickly.
He hurled the remaining half of the wooden stick toward Qin Feng.
Then, with fists clenched, he engaged Qin Feng in close combat.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
While dodging Qin Feng’s attacks, he pummeled him with solid punches.
Each blow landed firmly on Qin Feng’s body.
Yet Qin Feng remained unscathed.
The other two disciples’ faces darkened with dread.
The more they fought, the more terrified they became.
This zombie’s physical body was incredibly strong.
So strong that it sent chills down their spines.
It was only at the mid-stage of the Black Zombie realm—if it reached the late stage or even the Leap Zombie phase, how formidable would it be?
“Senior Brother, it seems we can’t defeat it without magic.”
“This is a cave; my Thunder Technique can’t be summoned here. We must rely on your talisman flames.”
“Leave it to me. I’ll burn it to ashes!”
As they spoke, the junior disciple produced a yellow talisman. He stepped on a formation, formed hand seals, and began chanting spells.
“By decree, by decree, the sun rises in the east. I bestow this spirit talisman to sweep away all misfortune...”
While he chanted, Qin Feng was locked in a fierce battle with the other disciple.
They exchanged blows, the other using fists and palms with ever-changing, unpredictable techniques.
Qin Feng relied on his toughened corpse body, neither dodging nor retreating, clawing relentlessly at the disciple.
He didn’t need to kill him; just a scratch would suffice.
Even a slight tear in the skin was enough.
With his terrifying corpse poison, as long as the skin was broken, the opponent’s life was at stake.
After killing the man, he could immediately absorb his blood to boost his strength.
In that case, the other two disciples would also have to die.
However, this man’s agility and reflexes were exceptional.
It was genuinely difficult to scratch him.
“You monk, I refuse to believe you can defeat me!!!”
The disciple bit his index finger and quickly drew a mysterious, profound talisman on his palm.
Then, with a palm strike, he struck Qin Feng.
The blow landed on Qin Feng’s left chest.
“Bang!!”
Qin Feng immediately felt a powerful force crash against him, a burning pain radiating from his chest.
—
Clearly,
the palm strike had broken through his physical defense, wounding him.
The force pushed him backward.
But as he retreated,
the opponent retracted his hand.
Qin Feng’s corpse eyes snapped wide open, seizing the opportunity.
His right claw hooked downward and suddenly raked forward.
“Shhhrrrk!!!”
The disciple’s sleeve was torn.
A long, thin gash appeared on his arm, scratched by the nail of Qin Feng’s middle finger.
A trickle of fresh blood seeped from the wound.
Seeing this, Qin Feng let out a long breath.
He had finally scratched the man.
Now he only had to wait for the corpse poison to take effect.
“Junior Brother, are you alright?”
The senior brother beside him anxiously asked.
“I’m fine, just careless. I didn’t expect this zombie to twist its wrist downward. It tore a little skin. I’ll just apply some glutinous rice; it’ll be fine.”
The disciple was completely unfazed.
He pulled some glutinous rice from his belongings and applied it to the wound.
“Sizzle!!”
“Ah…”
The intense burning sensation made him gasp sharply.
The white glutinous rice began to blacken.
“The rice… it’s turning black...”
His pupils constricted, panic instantly flooding his expression.
The rice blackening meant the corpse poison was not yet cleansed.
Only a slight scratch, yet one handful of glutinous rice couldn’t neutralize the poison.
Immediately,
he grabbed another handful.
Then a second, a third.
When he drew the third handful of rice, he spat out black blood.
His face turned pale, lips blackened, his aura rapidly declining like a gravely ill man.
“The corpse… poison has entered my body… Senior Brother… save me…”
He trembled, lips quivering as he cried out in despair.
“They won’t save you now!!”
Like a ferocious tiger pouncing on prey, Qin Feng lunged at once.
Seizing the moment of weakness, he aimed to kill.
This was the best chance to absorb blood.
If the other two reacted in time, he wouldn’t get this opportunity.
“No!!”
The senior brother’s expression changed drastically. Drawing his sword, he charged at Qin Feng, glaring fiercely, shouting, “Beast, how dare you!!!”
“Heh, since you want to kill me, do you think I won’t dare?”
Qin Feng sneered inwardly.
His hands formed claws, and he grasped the disciple’s shoulders firmly.
“Ahhh!!”
The disciple screamed in agony.
He tried to evade, but the corpse poison’s effect was too severe; escape was impossible.
—
“Senior Brother… avenge me!!”
The disciple gritted his teeth, suppressing the pain, veins bulging on his forehead as he spoke.
He was filled with regret.
Had he known, he wouldn’t have used the blood talisman against this zombie.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been scratched.
But now it was too late for regrets; he only wished his senior brother would kill this zombie and avenge him.
“Crunch!!”
Qin Feng opened his mouth wide and bit into the disciple’s neck.
He sucked hard.
“Gulp… gulp…”
Large mouthfuls of fresh blood slid down his throat into his body.
His previous injuries visibly healed at a rapid pace.
Thick corpse aura emanated from Qin Feng’s body, completely enveloping both him and the disciple.
A powerful corpse might rippled outward.
The rushing senior brother’s heart filled with shock and grief.
Shock at how rapidly Qin Feng’s strength had grown.
Grief as he helplessly watched his junior brother being bitten and drained by the zombie.
“Beast, I’ll fight you to the death!!!”
With bloodshot eyes, the senior brother wielded a peach wood sword, chanting spells.
The sword glowed golden.
He swung it at Qin Feng, who was wrapped in corpse aura.
The moment the peach wood sword touched the corpse aura, it halted.
The golden light on the sword began to corrode the corpse aura.
Gold and black, two opposing lights clashed fiercely.
The corpse aura surged continuously, while the golden light weakened.
“Damn it, this zombie’s power is growing stronger and stronger!!”
A flicker of fear crossed the senior brother’s eyes.
Indeed,
he was afraid.
It had been difficult just moments ago.
Now with Qin Feng’s power rising, not only was it hard to handle, but his own life was in danger.
“Senior Brother, move aside quickly! Let me burn it with talisman flames!”
The spell-casting disciple shouted loudly.
“Alright!”
The senior brother withdrew his sword and stepped back swiftly.
“Buzz!!”
At that moment, a scorching tongue of flame struck the corpse aura.
The fire spread, enveloping the corpse aura completely.
“Crackle!!”
The talisman flames burned the corpse aura with constant explosions.
“Phew…”
Witnessing this scene, both senior brother and junior disciple breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally settling.
“It’s finally over. Surrounded by talisman flames, it’s doomed.”
The senior brother’s sharp eyes reflected the fierce flames, a satisfied expression on his face.