Chapter 727: Chapter 727

Chapter 727: Chapter 613: Three Punches

Baili An’s body still hadn’t exploded under this punch, but he finally retreated.

He took as many as three steps back, his chest deeply sunken in a very exaggerated deformation.

The originally pink color between his skin had turned deep red at a visible speed during those three steps.

Then, countless tiny Blood Pearls emerged from his skin, racing to seep out.

Baili An clutched his chest, lowered his head, and vomited a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.

This last punch had really shattered all his internal organs.

The world, once again ignited by star-like sparks, plunged into darkness, yet Baili An had still not fallen.

Hao Nong was alternating between shock and admiration. He couldn’t help but step forward, wishing to support him.

“You, in Chengling realm, dispersed your Spiritual Power to shield your body and took my three punches without falling. It’s truly no easy feat, especially since I already had the advantage of being one Realm Cultivation level higher than you. Now that you’re heavily injured, even if I were to punch again, it wouldn’t hurt me in the least. You chose to fight me with the rules of Martial Artists, not resorting to ancient secrets; I, Hao Nong, am truly grateful… I don’t think you need to punch anymore. From today, I am willing to serve you and will never betray.”

Baili An stepped back half a step, avoiding the hand he stretched out to support him.

He coughed violently a few times, expelled the blood from his mouth, and shook his head: “Some rules can be broken, but some cannot. Being insufficient in Realm Cultivation is not a reason to change the rules. If I don’t act according to the rules, it ultimately proves that I am not strong enough.”

How could that truly make a Primordial Mansion Realm Martial Artist submit?

His willingness to follow now was merely out of a momentary passion and admiration.

Baili An felt that, for someone who aspired to be among the strong, winning people over with virtue was the most naïve empty talk.

Hao Nong paused again. He looked at the young man in front of him, whose calm exterior hid a staggering and awe-inspiring spirit, and felt that his own previous words were indeed laughable.

He halted his steps, watching as Baili An’s collapsed and deformed chest slowly reset, and saw him coolly reconnect his dislocated bones without changing his expression.

The shocking recovery ability displayed left Hao Nong deeply shocked.

He deeply bowed to Baili An: “I was narrow-minded.”

Baili An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The pain was like wildfire in his organs; that punch had shattered all his internal organs.

If he had been a human, or even a Demon or an Immortal, he would likely have perished.

Unfortunately for Hao Nong, he was a Corpse Demon.

Corpse Demons sustain life not by the Five Elements and yin-yang organs.

The Corpse Pearl in his Qi Sea was still intact, and the blood within his body could gradually repair the damaged Qi in his body.

After briefly and roughly recovering, Hao Nong, despite his usual cruelty and ruthlessness towards human Cultivators who intruded into the Demon World, held some respect for Baili An’s recovery, silently waiting without disturbing him.

After gathering himself, Baili An opened his eyes, looked at him and suddenly smiled, saying, “I wonder, sir, how many of your own punches can you take?”

“Huh?” Hao Nong looked puzzled.

Baili An didn’t explain further, simply throwing a clean, crisp punch.

It was an ordinary punch, aimed tricky and perfectly at the chest.

Hao Nong’s bare, sturdy upper body suddenly turned red as if heated red-hot iron, his eyes wide open in a big daze, seemingly shocked.

Extremely unsettled, he was forced to step back and then stared at Baili An as if looking at a monster.

Baili An smiled, withdrew his fist, and then threw another punch.

The already deeply sunken mountain peak sank to the same depth again; Hao Nong, taking another hard punch, blood trickled down from his nose, and he stepped back two more steps.

Behind Baili An, red spider lilies bloomed in unison, as if he was standing in a sea of flowers, giving his opponent no chance to breathe, pressing on with the final punch.

The night mist, silent in the darkness, was ignited by his fist, the shards of starlight burning within, illuminating the deep black pupils of both.

In this light, Hao Nong seemed to see death.

But after a long time, he was still standing between the cliffs of the mountain peak.

Baili An’s fist, just an inch away from his chest, had just stopped.

Hao Nong’s feelings were indescribably complex, his voice hoarse: “Why… didn’t you strike?”

Baili An seemed not to consider his next words as particularly crushing; he candidly said, “If this punch landed, you would die. What I want is for you to serve me, not to take a corpse home.”

In fact, Hao Nong’s earlier analysis wasn’t entirely correct.

He said he had the advantage of Cultivation Realm, which was true, but as the first to strike, he didn’t gain much advantage.

Rather, it could be said he suffered greatly due to the immense Talent of a Corpse Demon.

Early in the Kongcang Realm, Baili An had awakened the same level of Royal Family Talent as sister Si Li.

As the Devour Talent unfolded, red spider lilies would bloom from his heart, devouring the opponent’s attacking power into the illusion of flowers.

Baili An was not a Body Cultivator; if it were merely a contest of punching strength, he naturally could not harm Hao Nong.

He took his three punches with the intent of absorbing all the power of the punches within himself, then returning it all to the opponent.

Thus, from beginning to end, he had not broken any of the Martial Artists’ rules, and this certainly could not be considered as taking shortcuts.