Martial Artist: Stronger by Coasting Along Chapter 413 - 116: The Demon God Descends—Prepare to Die!

Having a rare two days to coast along and rest, Zhang Lingfeng, in disguise to avoid being disturbed, went fishing at Jiulong River.

Suddenly, a familiar aura entered into Zhang Lingfeng’s telepathic range.

"Teacher Deng."

Zhang Lingfeng discovered it was Old Deng.

Old Deng was Xu Songlin’s teacher, who had once taught him cultivation and helped him enhance his bloodline power. Because Zhang Lingfeng practiced cultivation half-heartedly for a while, he had made the elderly quite angry.

Zhang Lingfeng didn’t expect Old Deng would also be fishing at Jiulong River; it wasn’t really Old Deng’s style. Yet, he couldn’t help but wave and greet him.

"What a coincidence, you’re indeed here. I was just passing by to enjoy the view, carry on with your business."

Old Deng smiled and said.

Without lingering, he said this briefly and then walked upstream.

"Teacher Deng seems a bit odd today, like he’s carrying sothing, the kind of fluctuation that seems familiar."

Zhang Lingfeng looked puzzled.

He felt that Old Deng was different from usual today. Although he was all smiles, he seed reluctant to interact, and there was an unusual aura fluctuating around him.

Now that his spiritual power had reached 13.0, and he had awakened the Spiritual Demon Realm, Zhang Lingfeng’s sensory system had beco extrely sensitive.

At this point, it wouldn’t be an overstatent to say he was the strongest in South City.

Only Ao Dagang, with his filled Dantian and perfected Sea of Qi, might be able to handle him.

But in terms of spiritual and ntal telekinesis, Ao Dagang was far inferior to him.

Overall, it seed the gap in combat power between them wasn’t that large, and Zhang Lingfeng even felt he was stronger, having over thirty thousand Coasting Along Points obtained from the Qin family wasn’t just for show.

He recalled that the day after tomorrow he needed to report to the academy.

He didn’t know when they could et again, and adding Old Deng’s peculiar look, as if sothing was on his mind, Zhang Lingfeng put down his fishing gear and hurried toward Old Deng.

"Teacher Deng, let accompany you on a walk."

Zhang Lingfeng caught up with a smile.

"No need, you go fish, I’m just taking a simple walk, I need to go back."

Old Deng waved hurriedly. Zhang Lingfeng’s actions caught him off guard; he quickly pocketed his hands.

"Teacher Deng, you’re acting a bit strange today. Who were you ssaging just now to be so nervous, could it be your old fla!"

Zhang Lingfeng jested.

With his powerful telepathy, he noticed the unusual actions Old Deng made on his bracelet.

"What nonsense, stop following ."

Old Deng feigned anger, turned, and quickened his pace.

Seeing his guilty look, Zhang Lingfeng thought he had guessed correctly, and quickly followed, "Teacher Deng, love between n and won is perfectly normal. I’m not here to laugh at you; I just thought, since I’m leaving South City the day after tomorrow and don’t know when I’ll see you again, I wanted to chat more with you."

"What do we have to chat about? You don’t need my guidance now."

Old Deng said.

"Precisely because you no longer need to teach cultivation, I want to chat more with you. Oh, I didn’t an that, don’t misunderstand. I wanted to ask if there’s anything you need help with. This ti I secured second place in the national exam and obtained a lot of cultivation resources subsidy. Is there anything you need?"

Zhang Lingfeng noticed Old Deng’s different expression and quickly corrected himself.

"Hmph, I need to strengthen my bloodline and break the physical-quality shackle to get a bottle of Demon God Blood; can you get it for ?"

Old Deng sneered.

Zhang Lingfeng, having secured second place in the national exam, allowed Jiangbei Province to receive a lot of resource subsidies, and there were directives that if the King of North of the River becos a Realm Traveler, Jiangbei Province could beco a third-tier province.

For this reason, Ao Dagang and the Huo family, among others, had also received Spirit Root Liquid.

Old Deng didn’t aspire to be a Realm Traveler; he just hoped, under the province’s support, to elevate his bloodline level, maintain enough physical fitness to activate the Dharma Aspect, and beco a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

But he found that due to his age, the resource subsidy he received was far from enough to help him develop his Dantian Sea of Qi regi. At most, he could beco a Divine Phase expert.

Feeling his years of dedication had not been reasonably rewarded with cultivation assistance, he beca disheartened and disappointed with everyone.

"Sure, Qin Family gave a bottle of Demon God Blood, which I’ve never used, and don’t need now. If you want it, it’s yours."

Zhang Lingfeng casually placed that bottle of Demon God Blood into Old Deng’s hand.

Qin Wanrong discovered he hadn’t consud it, but never retrieved it, and Zhang Lingfeng had always planned to give it to soone.

But consuming Demon God Blood requires a certain level of physical fitness and Dharma Aspect support, not just anyone can use it, and Old Deng seed to fit these requirents just right.

"You..."

Old Deng looked at the bottle of Demon God Blood in his hand, hardly daring to believe his eyes.

What Qin Family gave was simply handed over by Zhang Lingfeng.

Without even batting an eyelid.

Unable to contain his foolish smile, he said, "Do you know the value of this bottle of Demon God Blood?"

"Yes, but it can only demonstrate its value if it helps you. Don’t you agree?"

Zhang Lingfeng replied with a smile.

"You..."

Old Deng choked, tightly clutching the bottle of Demon God Blood; his body quivering uncontrollably.

Then he roared, "Get out of here quickly; there’s a Demon God coming to kill you, go!"

"Ah?"

Zhang Lingfeng was taken aback.

"I told you to leave imdiately, go!"

Old Deng shouted, pushing Zhang Lingfeng aside and, right in front of him, sent a ssage through his bracelet.

"Great King, I was wrong, Zhang Lingfeng is not in Inner Ring City, he’s in the Outer Ring City’s West Warehouse District, hurry there."

This ti, at close distance, Zhang Lingfeng saw the information Old Deng was inputting into his bracelet.

"Teacher Deng, you..."

At that mont, even if Zhang Lingfeng were foolish, he knew Old Deng was actually a human traitor. Previously in Wang City, he had encountered a human traitor, and if it weren’t for his prior breakthrough, he would have nearly died.

Unexpectedly, back in South City, he encountered another human traitor, and it was Old Deng.

Old Deng, who had once taught him and helped him improve, the teacher of City Lord Xu Songlin.

"I understand now; that familiar fluctuation was Demon God Blood."

Zhang Lingfeng realized.

"Go!"

Old Deng shouted in anger.

Zhang Lingfeng didn’t linger and turned to run.

"Too late."

But at this mont, a voice ca from behind.

Zhang Lingfeng was shocked.

Releasing his ntal telekinesis, he manipulated a wooden plank to quickly fly towards the City Lord’s Mansion with him.

"Traitor!"

A boy wearing a Ninth Middle School uniform quickly darted towards Old Deng.

Old Deng dared to betray him at this critical mont.

He wished to crush him with one palm.

But just before he could touch Old Deng, he felt resistance, a powerful ntal telekinesis fluctuation, and saw a rope, under the guidance of ntal telekinesis, whisk Old Deng away.

Seeing Zhang Lingfeng standing on the wooden plank, dragging Old Deng, flying towards the City Lord’s Mansion.

"ntal telekinesis wave above 14.0, how is that possible?"

The boy was dumbfounded.

As a being of Demon God level, he was a Realm Traveler among humans, able to casually kill a Martial Dao Grandmaster with a full Dantian and perfected Sea of Qi.

Unexpectedly, he was repelled by Zhang Lingfeng’s ntal telekinesis just now.

Whisking Old Deng away right under his nose.

"This child cannot be left alive!"

After shaking off the hand that grew dark green scales and claws, the boy darted towards Zhang Lingfeng.

His speed far outpaced Zhang Lingfeng’s ntal telekinesis flight.

Seemingly, within three leaps, he could catch up to Zhang Lingfeng.

And the leaping height far exceeded Zhang Lingfeng’s imagination, feeling that the Catfish Demon God could block him like a basketball from mid-air.

"Don’t worry about !"

Old Deng broke the rope, actively projecting himself towards the Catfish Demon God, and during the process, threw the bottle of Demon God Blood from Zhang Lingfeng, along with the blood given by the Catfish Demon God back to Zhang Lingfeng.

"Teacher Deng!"

Zhang Lingfeng cried out.

"Puff!"

Imdiately, he witnessed Old Deng being smacked into a bloody mist by the Catfish Demon God.

The enormous figure of the Catfish Demon God rapidly pressed towards him.

In desperation, Zhang Lingfeng released another wave of ntal telekinesis, forming arrays of defensive light screens to block the Catfish Demon God, only to see the ntal telekinesis light screens shatter rapidly in front of him.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

But at just this mont, seven or eight battleships flew from both sides, firing a barrage of laser cannons at the Catfish Demon God!