The Wind-Fixing Art obtained from killing the flying centipede in the past now displayed its imnse power.
The sounds of wind between heaven and earth suddenly quieted.
The black wind dissipated on its own, and the black sand fell to the ground.
As the saying goes, don't bla the road if you can't walk it properly.
There are no useless techniques in this world, only useless practitioners!!!
Techniques like the Flying Bear Pounce have fixed upper and lower limits. Although Lu Ding can break through these limits when using it, the improvent isn't massive.
But sothing like the Wind-Fixing Art—how could it not be considered a conceptual skill?!
The Wind-Fixing Pearl, which shares the sa origin as the Wind-Fixing Art, was what stabilized the Samadhi Divine Wind of the Yellow Wind Demon in Journey to the West.
So wasn't it perfectly reasonable for him to use the Wind-Fixing Art against this Black Wind monster now?
The monster tumbled down from the air with a terrified expression.
The black sand reford into a human shape, and it asked with difficulty accepting the situation, "You... what kind of technique is this!!!?"
It had never seen it before, never experienced it.
Moreover, unlike other 749 Bureau investigators who shouted their techniques when casting, this person remained silent!!
This left the monster unable to even hear the na of this naturally countering technique, forcing it to ask directly!!
But Lu Ding had no obligation to answer the monster.
There was only undisguised excitent in his eyes, and the Way of the Jinche unleashed from his raised hand.
The monster wanted to dodge, but it was completely suppressed by the Wind-Fixing Art, unable to disperse its body to use its innate technique.
Relying solely on its human form's speed to evade?
Wishful thinking!
Thousands of slash attacks cut through the air, continuously landing on its body, subjecting it to dismbernt, slicing, and shattering!!!
The splattering flying sand that should have offset so damage...
Due to the mutual generation and restraint between the Wind-Fixing Art and its nature, these scattered black sand fragnts were repeatedly fixed back into its main form by the Wind-Fixing Art.
Dismbernt, recovery, dismbernt, recovery—this cycle repeated endlessly.
The monster appeared to glitch like lagging fras, constantly flickering, exploding, and recombining in place.
Screams rang out continuously.
"Ah!!!!!!!!"
Lu Ding descended gracefully while unleashing slashes: "Not naturally countered? Not so tough now? Stop pretending, show more of that arrogance."
By now, the flying sand kicked up by the slashes already carried traces of blood.
Seeing that it could bleed, Lu Ding grew even more excited.
He had thought this thing was just a sandbag that wouldn't bleed.
Now he realized it wasn't that it couldn't bleed—its health bar's shield just hadn't been broken earlier.
The monster crouched halfway on the ground.
Bloodstains gradually covered its body.
It looked up unwillingly, glaring angrily at Lu Ding: "Despicable human!! You actually cast techniques secretly while talking with , ambushing !!!"
"If you didn't want to talk, you should have said so directly! Resorting to sneak attacks, clearly possessing superior techniques yet feigning physical attacks—how despicable! What kind of hero are you!!!!!"
Lu Ding raised his leg and kicked, smashing its head to pieces.
"Stop barking like a dog, human-created idioms have nothing to do with a beast like you!"
The blood-stained black sand exploded in chunks and clumps, reforming once more, but this ti the monster's aura was noticeably weakened considerably.
Its death approached rapidly.
Sensing its impending doom,
Black Wind stopped being stubborn. While vomiting a mixture of sand and blood from its mouth, it began pleading for rcy.
"Spare ..... spare ...... whatever I have, whatever you want, I'll give you everything."
Suddenly, it rembered this human's identity.
"Eat... eating people was my fault, but it's my nature. I haven't eaten any of your relatives or family mbers. Spare , spare ....... I promise..... I promise I'll never dare again."
Lu Ding ignored its pleas, only asking another question that slightly interested him during this health-bar grinding process.
"Tell , after killing those two investigators recently, why didn't you leave?"
Hearing this question,
Fu Xinghe silently adjusted his bodycam straight.
Black Wind's pieced-together black sand eyes also rolled continuously.
It finally understood—this human investigator wasn't from New City, but ca from outside like those other two!!
"If... if I tell you.... will you spare my life?"
Lu Ding remained silent, only silently increasing the number of slashes unleashed from his hands.
Feeling its health bar about to empty,
Black Wind vomited blood—now containing very little black sand—and shouted loudly: "I'll talk!! I'll talk!! It was the Luo Family! The Luo Family said those two outside investigators had discovered things they shouldn't have, so they asked to help them eliminate these two!!!"
"Having them die by a monster's hands was safer!!!"
Lu Ding still didn't stop—not enough, he needed to hear more.
Black Wind cried out in panic: "I had no choice! I was forced! The Luo Family tempted with benefits, White Ridge 749 threatened ! They colluded with each other!!!"
"I had no choice but to agree! I should have left after killing those two, but they captured my foster mother—she's human!!"
"If I left, my foster mother would die!!!"
"She would die after suffering endless tornt!!!!"
"She raised through hardship and toil, I can't be unfilial! Don't you humans say filial piety cos first among all virtues? Please, I beg you, considering how filial I am, spare , spare ...."
Lu Ding bent down, a sarcastic smile curling on his lips—this image frozen in Black Wind's eyes.
"Then by saying all this now, won't your foster mother die even more painfully?"
His words struck Black Wind's heart like a heavy hamr.
There was so filial piety, but not much. The so-called foster mother was rely the final weight added to balance the scales in its mind.
Making the scales of its contemplation tilt toward gambling for wealth.
The benefits in the temptation were irresistible to it.
Now facing death, still thinking about a foster mother?
Its own safety mattered most.
Now, the slashes no longer splattered black sand, but instead lifted paper-thin blood-stained flesh slices—death by a thousand cuts.
The physical pain intertwined with the pain of having soul's fig leaves torn away.
Amid the agonizing screams of being subjected to death by a thousand cuts,
Black Wind's sha turning to rage mixed with curses directed at Lu Ding.
"Despicable ********* I ******* you die horribly, you ******........"
"Hahahahahahahahaha......."
Lu Ding laughed while raising his arm, his vision pulling in from his martial sleeve shoulder until he saw the delicate skin of his hand's back, jade-green veins extending to connect with distinct knuckles and five fingers, clutching the power to strangle life.
The sunlight shining through made his five fingers appear like jade or bamboo. Through the gaps between his slender fingers, one could see the dissolution of blood and flesh—elegant, composed.
Until the monster lted into a puddle on the ground, unable to reform.
The golden finger's interface flashed.
This ti, it wasn't the gold Lu Ding would settle for.
But red, bright red!!!!
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I've thought of the skill, but I can't rember its exact origin—it's been too long. What I found online doesn't match what I previously saw in the library. I'll go check today.
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