675: Chapter 98: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind 675: Chapter 98: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind Heretical Paths also differ in strength.
Li Mumu initially encountered those Human Skin Painters cultivated by the Shen Family in the basent of Yamazaki Pharmaceuticals, and they were utterly incompetent.
This gave her the illusion that Heretical Paths are trash, and only by cultivating the Righteous Path could one achieve true success.
The principle is indeed correct, however…
Today, witnessing soone Advance in the Heretical Path right in front of her, the terrifying murderous intent left her dumbfounded.
What on earth is this?
Judging from the impact, it certainly wasn’t as exaggerated as when Xia Yubing Advanced, likely just a first-level Advancent from a novice profession.
Yet even such a level of Advancent made her scalp tingle.
“Practical Surgery,” this textbook mainly discusses the understanding of the human body and organ dissection.
By understanding this book, one can almost beco a professional surgeon.
After all, the requirents for surgeons in this era are not as high as in the future generations—succeeding in surgeries without killing the patient is considered a success.
But for the people of this nation who have inherited the thousand-year-old notion that “one’s body and hair, inherited from one’s parents, should not be damaged recklessly,” these surgeons are akin to skin peelers.
The techniques of Human Skin Painters mostly target humans, and they are less capable with unfamiliar non-human beings.
This is the main reason why they are helpless in the face of Li Mumu becoming a Red-Clothed Fierce Ghost.
And the individual who just completed his Advancent, clearly specializes in the ways of killing.
He was born for battle!
Is this a Heretical Path of the Garrison Soldiers or the Ranger?
Certainly not the Barbarian Technique School; the kind Shen Qingxi cultivates.
Li Mumu heard from Shen Qingxi that the Barbarian Technique School’s understanding of this world revolves around “great power.”
Or rather, demonstrating truth via power.
The cultivation direction of the Uncivilized Righteous Path is to emulate Pangu’s feat of creating heaven and earth, suppressing all creatures with absolute power.
Great power is not just sheer strength, it can also be understood as unwavering determination, an iron will, and fearless courage.
“The Foolish Old Man Removes the Mountains” is also a form of great power.
Thus, the Barbarian Technique School’s Righteous Path Advancent would make one a “Back-Hill Strongman.”
anwhile, the Heretical Path of Barbarian Technique School represents another kind of “great power”—the change brought to this world through the steel forged by the industrial revolution after mankind’s accomplishnt.
The industrial civilization utterly destroyed the living space of the past agricultural civilization, which in a sense, is also a power capable of drastically altering the world.
Hence, the Advanced profession of the Barbarian Technique School in the Heretical Path is academically called an “Engineer.”
Colloquially known as Wheel-Turning Varja.
It’s actually just the layman’s understanding of the industrial machine tools driven by gears and bearings.
Aside from the Barbarian Technique School, Li Mumu had no knowledge of the other twelve Laws within the cleaver team system.
Hmm…
no, that’s not true, Garrison Soldiers are as tough as the rocks in a latrine pit, and I’ve experienced that myself.
Damn, this guy’s combat power is outrageously strong, Big Beard was just having the upper hand, but in a flash, he was countered and is about to be ground into a human stick.
How terrifying.
However, just as Li Mumu’s attention was distracted by the distant battle, a Red String silently wrapped around her neck.
Red String?
Eh?
Li Mumu didn’t react at first.
This isn’t my rope?
Is there soone from the sa sect?
Wait!
Captain!
Don’t shoot!
I’m friendly!
Instinctively, she stretched out her paws to grab, but grasped air.
Turning her head sharply, she saw the other end of the Red String tied to the foot of a giant wolf not far away.
Li Mumu felt her body soften as if electrified, her limbs weakening and she tumbled to the ground.
Her heart was filled with unnaable agitation.
Not all Red Strings are managed by the Guiding Bodhisattva; it’s just that the Guiding Bodhisattva has killed so many that the ropes are dyed red.
This isn’t the Red String of Fate, but the Red String of Marriage!
Damn it, I’ve been set up!
Li Mumu was caught off-guard by the Red String, her strength drained in an instant, her legs too weak to stand.
At the sa ti, the severely injured giant wolf was revitalized as if it had taken a Power Pill, howling as it ran towards the center of the battlefield.
Damn n, all the sa.
Are you a wolf raised by the Empress in the Flat Peach Garden?
Fixing the fairy and then turning around to eat peaches?
Li Mumu almost laughed from anger, realizing that soone else must be manipulating things from the shadows.
The adversary used a bizarre form of sorcery involving the Red String of Marriage, a thod too unsuspecting to guard against, draining most of her strength and transferring it to the giant wolf, restoring its combat power.
So…
who could it be?
Li Mumu’s gaze swiftly swept around, three blood-colored demonic eyes opening simultaneously, following the Red String of Marriage from her neck beyond the Real World.
Her gaze penetrated multiple dinsional barriers, resting under a verdant pine, where two old monks…
no, Old Hu monks were holding chess pieces, their expressions serious as they stared at the complex chessboard.
One of the Old Hu monks seed to notice her gaze, furrowing his brows and with a slight flick of his finger, the Red String around Li Mumu’s neck tightened instantly.
A beast’s head popped off with a plop.
The Old Hu monk showed a look of astonishnt.
Did…
did I use too much strength?
However, in the next mont, his expression drastically changed.
The beast’s head spun in mid-air a few tis, landing as it transford back into the shape of a short-haired youth, steadily caught by a fair, delicate hand.
—Bodhisattva Moha Jiedi, the Bodhisattva who Guides the Dead!
The Red String soaked in blood, ink spilled from nowhere, the mantra completed, Li Mumu revealed her True Body of Dharma Image with three heads and six arms.
The Blood River Map unfurled in the wind, overshadowing the entire sky like a curtain barrier, completely enclosing this world.
Accompanied by the gloomy and hoarse howling of the Fierce Ghost from Hell, a pair of ghostly hands tore through layers of dinsions, two Soul-hooking Chains shooting out from the void, sweeping towards the monks under the tree.
Stop ssing around with chess, what do you take yourself for, playing here?
Nearby, a car nearly smashed into a pile of scrap tal suddenly lit up its headlights, the bright light illuminating the night sky as the complex car engine with a loud bang ejected from under the hood, stretching and transforming mid-air into a fragnted chanical Puppet arm.
A twist in the air appeared, and under the eerie red light flickering on that chanical Puppet arm, a massive chanical Puppet tore open a space rift, landing heavily in the arena.
With a heavy shoulder, Shen Qingxi reconnected the chanical Puppet arm to his body, waving a circular saw and howling to the sky: “Hehehe!
Look what we’ve caught!”
Don’t always laugh like that, it makes us seem like villains.
Li Mumu couldn’t help but cover her face and sigh.
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