Are You the Master of the Asura Sect

The bar couldn't take the heavy impact and had already collapsed, leaving a gaping hole.

Lin Meier was speechless; no matter what, she had to fleece the repair money out of An Yi.

Taking out a level-four demonic beast in a single move.

Jiang Cheng looked at Fang Jueming, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

The kid who was cowering behind An Yi just a year ago now possessed the strength to instantly kill a level-four demonic beast?

Master Yuan Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "Not bad, what an impressive boxing technique!"

Fang Jueming scratched his hair and said somewhat embarrassedly, "You flatter me, Grandpa."

"Idiot, why did you just stand there like a fool and let her hit you?"

Regarding his disciple's performance, An Yi not only didn't praise him, but instead frowned.

Fang Jueming was a bit confused and said, "She can't hurt me!"

"Idiot, defense is a last resort! No matter how tough your bones and muscles are, don't be stupid enough to take an opponent's attack head-on!"

An Yi said with a serious face, "You have to learn to sneak attack! Try every possible means to avoid a head-on confrontation, get behind them, and take them out directly!"

Fang Jueming was a bit dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but feel that what An Yi taught him ran completely counter to what the curator had taught him.

"People from the Hundred Ghosts Sect, what is going on here?"

Jiang Cheng said thoughtfully.

He faintly sensed that something was wrong.

Master Yuan Yi stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of sorrow on his face. He didn't look at all like the happy man who had just been dancing with a group of hot girls.

"Two disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Temple died tragic deaths, so I personally came down the mountain to take a look. I didn't expect that the people of the Hundred Ghosts Sect had already infiltrated all parts of the human world! If we continue to let them be, we will be in big trouble."

Master Yuan Yi sighed slightly and said slowly, "Therefore, I decided to gather the martial artists of Great Xia to hold a martial arts conference together and discuss countermeasures."

He had lived for three hundred years and experienced two dynasties.

Naturally, he knew just how terrifying the foundation of the Hundred Ghosts Sect was.

No matter how many times they were wiped out, within a few years, they would spring up again like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

And he had a premonition that the Hundred Ghosts Sect's actions this time would be even more rampant than before.

"What exactly are these guys trying to do?"

An Yi revealed a thoughtful look.

He probably knew more things than Master Yuan Yi.

Nie Xuan, the master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, was one of the Three Ancient Fiends!

Moreover, in the Mysterious Realm where they were located, there were a full hundred level-five demonic beasts.

If this force were to appear in Great Xia, I'm afraid...

An Yi simply couldn't imagine it.

"Old geezer, who told you to come and ruin my good deed!"

In the dark night.

A long-haired man holding a serrated broadsword slowly walked over.

He looked at the two brown bear sisters on the ground, whose life or death was unknown, and his eyes instantly turned cold. "How dare you hurt my women!"

Sensing the newcomer's terrifying aura.

Master Yuan Yi's expression became solemn, and a sharp glint flashed in his old, cloudy eyes.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, put on silver brass knuckles, and said calmly, "Master, leave this guy to me."

"Hey, don't push yourself, this guy is very strong."

An Yi reminded him.

Now that he was already in the late stage of Spirit Gathering, he naturally didn't take level-five demonic beasts seriously.

But in the Immortal Sect, when his strength was still at the peak of the Void Realm, fighting against the level-five demonic beast Fire Dragon was extremely difficult.

Fang Jueming used his teeth to tighten the bandages wrapped around his arm.

He was a martial arts fanatic. When facing a powerful opponent, his fighting spirit was almost instinctively aroused. However, since Jiang Cheng had claimed the opponent, he naturally felt embarrassed to intervene.

"Old geezer, if you don't make a move, I'm going to slaughter these brats."

The long-haired young man grinned and raised the exaggeratedly large serrated broadsword in his hand.

In an instant, a surging murderous aura emerged.

The long-haired young man's clothes shattered, and his body grew to two and a half meters tall, taking on a terrifying half-human, half-bear state.

"Heh, interesting."

Jiang Cheng's smiling eyes suddenly became sharp.

His figure was like the wind as he quickly rushed toward the long-haired young man.

Clang!

Before the crowd could even see what happened.

Jiang Cheng's fist had already smashed over! Facing the long-haired young man head-on.

"Not bad."

The long-haired young man took half a step back and grinned.

Jiang Cheng chuckled, "Continue."

"I am Ghost Bear, one of the Hundred Ghosts, don't underestimate me!"

As he spoke, Ghost Bear swung his broadsword horizontally. A biting gale howled as he slashed at Jiang Cheng.

Clang!

In a hurry, Jiang Cheng swung his brass knuckles to block and retreated two steps.

His entire arm was numb from the shock.

"I'll help you."

An Yi said, holding the Dragon Fang Magic Sword.

Among level-five demonic beasts, there was also a distinction between strong and weak.

For example, the Fire Dragon from before, Heixi, and the Ghost Bear in front of them were all top-tier existences among level-five demonic beasts.

As for Qing Chan who followed Xue Ming, and the blond man's level-five demonic beasts, they were obviously weaker.

"Don't come over!"

Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent.

Ghost Bear said proudly, "Although I don't know your name, you can be proud that you were able to take a strike from me, Ghost Bear."

"Remember it, Qinglong Jiang Cheng!"

Jiang Cheng said coldly, the brass knuckles in his hands turning into silver shadows of light as they smashed over.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In an instant, Jiang Cheng threw hundreds of punches!

Dense fist shadows smashed toward Ghost Bear.

The serrated broadsword clashed with the brass knuckles, blooming with dazzling sparks.

The vibrating air swept up a biting gale.

"What impressive boxing skills!"

Fang Jueming praised.

Xiao Xiao beside him said worriedly, "But Jiang Cheng seems to be at a disadvantage."

An Yi's eyes were solemn.

It was true. Jiang Cheng's strength was clearly inferior to Ghost Bear's, and the current situation was already one of suppression.

Master Yuan Yi clenched his fists, already prepared to make a move.

"Hah!"

Jiang Cheng smashed a punch fiercely onto the blade of the broadsword.

Air waves rolled up around his body!

Even Ghost Bear couldn't withstand it, taking a few steps back to steady his body.

An opportunity!

Jiang Cheng accurately seized the timing and swept a punch across, hitting Ghost Bear right on the bridge of his nose.

His tall body was instantly sent flying, fiercely knocking over a trash can by the side of the road.

Holding his brass knuckles, Jiang Cheng struggled to maintain a standing posture, panting heavily as cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

A fast-paced attack like a violent storm had truly exhausted his stamina.

Now, even maintaining a basic standing position was extremely difficult.

"Watch out!"

An Yi's eyes narrowed slightly as he called out.

At this time, Ghost Bear, who reeked of garbage, rushed over at an unbelievable speed.

He swung his sword down from above Jiang Cheng's head. "Go to hell!"

Jiang Cheng's pupils contracted.

But at this moment, he was completely powerless to dodge.

Clang!

A light and graceful sword hum!

The black sword turned into a stream of light, steadily blocking Ghost Bear's attack.

Ghost Bear looked at An Yi in horror.

He was holding the sword with both hands, using all his strength for this strike, yet it was blocked so casually.

"You did well. Leave this guy to me," An Yi said calmly.

"I can still fight!"

Jiang Cheng was unwilling to give up and gritted his teeth.

His pride would not allow him to admit defeat!

Jiang Cheng's legs trembled as he stood up straight.

But at this moment, it was difficult for him to even maintain basic movement.

An Yi glanced at Jiang Cheng from the corner of his eye, raised the Dragon Fang Magic Sword, and pointed it at Ghost Bear.

Ghost Bear grinned, revealing a terrifying and crazy smile. "Tch, and who are you supposed to be, kid?!"

"An Yi!"

An Yi said slowly.

Hearing this name, Ghost Bear's expression suddenly changed, and his voice trembled, "You are the Master of the Asura Sect?!"