Multi-Gene Chapter 636 Demonic Path

David lowered his head and stared at his chest. There, a clear and charred was stuck in the left side of his chest where his heart was.

Snap!

He covered his wound with his hand, and his fingers buckled around the gun hole.

Hiss…

The sound of flesh being burnt emanated like a steak on a barbecue stand.

Everyone held their breath one by one in astonishnt.

"He… He blocked a laser gun!" Tehran watched with his eyes and mouth wide open, "Did I see it wrong?!"

"No… No…" The girl genevieve was also in shock, she had no idea how to react, "I have heard that Martial Adepts who have reached the peak stage of martial arts were not scared of guns. But…"

"You an his martial arts skills have reached the peak!?"

"No, that's not it. This person's Body Hardening Technique is too horrifyingly strong!" Genevieve swallowed her saliva. Her voice was shaking because of how surprised she was.

"You… you bastard!!!" The large man's whole body was shuddering. His expression beca twisted as he staggered back even more.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Then it was just the clicks of an empty gun. There were no more energy to fire.

Not he large man's face was pale. He still crazily pulled the trigger.

David looked down at the five holes in his chest. He flexed his muscles, and the hole closed up as though tine had been reversed. The five holes in his chest nothing more than history.

"Alright. You've had your chance."

The ground beneath his feet exploded as though made of cookies or glass. After a lou f dull sound, he his body tore through the air like a viper, moving forwards with intense speed.

With a single swing of his fist which landed in the alrfe man's head , who was still pulling the trigger continuously.

Bam!

The large man's head exploded like a waterlon. His brains splattered out and ford a perfect fan shape behind him.

Because of that one second of distraction, the large man wasn't able to utilize his speed. On top of that, he was already exhausted from the fight before, he did not have enough energy in his weapon and was therefore knocked out with one punch.

"He… he exploded!"

A mber of the man's institution was shaking from head to toe. He stepped backward.

"Ah!!!" Everyone scread.

Every mber of the Golden Pri Institution scattered and ran away.

The girl and boy watched every mont of the fight. They were in complete disturbance from the bloody scene before them.

"Don't look if you don't want to."

David glanced at them and shrugged. Then frowned slightly at the dead man. Not at all considering that this was the first ti he had spoken since he was literally reborn.

"Shit, I killed him. Oh well." He then proceeded to search the body of the large man. The large man mixed his Blood Force along with martial arts making him formidable and impossibly fast therefore, he should have at least a couple of manuals with him.

After searching his chest, David smiled as he brought out his hand to reveal an old book in his palm.

"Lifeblood blade, Huh?" David frowned slightly. He was expecting to find the technique the man had used to increase his strength, not so attacking technique. But he also needed a technique to understand the techniques of this world, to better integrate the both techniques together and teach his pri in no ti.

The large man was a teor rank expert, but he was still so weak. He couldn't handle just one punch of his. Even Presha was a lot stronger than the large man and she didn't seem to be at the teor rank either.

"Young man, that was not true martial arts!"

A deep voice appeared from the side.

David turned his face and saw a pair of clear black eyes.

"Your fist techniques, they have entered the demonic path."

It was a healthy looking young man with golden locks. His short hair was like a burning gold fla, prancing in the night wind.

The young man was wearing all white. His two hands covered the children's eyes, and he was staring at David intensely and calmly.

"Demonic path?" David blinked his eyes towards them.

He looked at large headless corpse and then at the three people.

"Soone did once say to that my martial arts have diverged from the righteous path. But what is the righteous path? What is the demonic path? Who draws the line between them?"

"To pursue strength unscrupulously is the representation of demonic." The blonde man turned the children around and stood up, "Martial arts and Force technique were a terrifying murder technique created so humans could fight against creatures that were stronger!"

"It was not ant to be used between the sa species! It was not ant to hurt and kill species of your own!"

"Huh? Your view of the world is still too lacking.," David shook his head, not at Al flustered by his words.

"But you had no need to kill him! You could've just wounded him so you could control him!" The girl Eve suddenly turned around and scread.

"Gene! Don't anger him!" Tehran shakily grabbed the girl's arm out of fear.

"The martial art you used was created purely with the intention of murdering others. Who is your teacher?" the blonde man asked.

David frowned. "Teacher? When your life is always hanging by a thread, you learn a thing or two about life or die trying."

After chuckling at the three of them he walked into the alleyway he ca from before disappearing into the darkness.

The blonde man observed the scene around him. Suddenly, his gaze froze when he saw the concrete lamp post that was almost broken into two.

"This fist art… !"

An image appeared in his mind. He suddenly rembered the silhouette of the devious and horrifying woman he encountered a couple years back. The woman's naked back had white tiger tattoos that seed to be roaring. The tattoo was so vivid it was as if the white tiger was going to lunge in his face.

"In the future, don't provoke that person!" the young man returned to reality and whispered to the two children.

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David closed the door softly and changed his shoes before entering the large living room. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted a shadow sitting on the couch. He could barely make out the shape of a human under the low lighting

David paused, before slowly realizing the shadow was of his step sister. "I will integrate them tomorrow." Pursing his lips slightly he decided to go et her.

"Tilda? What are you doing sitting here?"

Matilda sat silently on the couch facing down; her expression shrouded in the dark. The only light source was the faint light coming from the bright light outside, shining through the window onto her.

David noticed that her step sister wore a black high-waist skirt with a dark colored bow on her head. She even wore a pair of thick stockings underneath her skirt. She sat unmoved on the couch, without replying.

Ever since he ca to this world, David had always cared for this sister. Judging from his sister's personality, he knew sothing was up and the fact that she didn't respond even after hearing talk spoke volus.

He then shifted himself and sat beside his sister on the couch.

"What's up? What happened today? Aren't you going to the Mall with your friends tomorrow?"

Matilda only replied after what looks like an eternity.

"Huh? You can talk now. I'm not going tomorrow."

"What happened?" David frowned. For David, he always thought that the world was different inside and outside the house. To him, this place had beco so sort of sanctuary where he could free himself from all his worries and be with family. While the weren't real family, David still liked the idea of one.

Plus, although Matilda could be a b!tch sotis, she was the last one he wished to hurt.

"It's nothing, stay out of it!" She turned her head away. "I'm just a little bit tired that's all."

David grinned, stretched his hands out to both sides of his sister's cheek, and pulled.

"Ah… Owh. What are you doing!?" She erupted. She tried to pull David's hands away from her cheeks but despite her best efforts, her struggles were ineffective.

"Don't worry so much when you're inside the house. Take so rest. I'm sure after a good night's rest you'll be fine." David let go of his hands. "Don't forget you still have Mrs Hills and cold Simon in the house."

"Do you want to kill you!?" Tilda stood, punching and kicking David in a completely arbitrary manner. Nonetheless, she didn't exert too much Force to prevent hurting David by accident.

"You shouldn't look down on your brother," David smirked, steadying his body to let Matilda hit him. "Are you tickling by any chance?"