My Cultivation Techniques Upgrade Automatically

Chapter 209: Chapter 208: Let’s End It Here

”You fell for it, kid!”

Watching the fist about to slam into his chest, the barbarian spy didn’t panic. Instead, he burst out laughing and threw his chest open, letting the punch come.

He made no attempt to dodge or block.

At the same time, his other large hand shot out, aiming to crush Wu Chen’s skull.

His opponent was using one hand to block his descending arm and the other to throw a punch. How could he possibly defend against this attack?

As for this being a trade of injuries, the barbarian spy wasn’t worried in the slightest.

He had tempered his flesh to a hardness that, while not quite skin of bronze and bones of iron, was certainly on par with that of a savage beast.

Not to mention, once his internal Secret Patterns were activated, a thick, essential source of power flowed ceaselessly through his body.

Even if he were truly injured, he could recover in the space of a few breaths.

Furthermore, the Secret Patterns covering his skin served to confuse opponents, preventing them from accurately tracking the flow of his Qi.

’How could his opponent possibly see through such defenses?’

On the other hand, his opponent’s head was about to be crushed in his grasp in the very next moment!

”Die!”

A savage grin spread across the large man’s face. With his current strength, crushing a skull would be no different from squashing a piece of tofu.

However, such a crude method of killing was too unsatisfying and offered no real pleasure.

So, he planned to grab the man’s head, lift it into the air, and then slowly apply pressure, watching him gradually stop struggling.

The thought brought him even more joy.

It was as if the beautiful scene was already playing out before his eyes.

But—

HSSSK... The large man sucked in a sharp breath.

When the seemingly soft fist landed on him, a piercing pain from his chest momentarily clouded his vision.

His hand, which had been grabbing for Wu Chen’s head, paused.

There was nothing blocking it, yet just like his other arm, it was suspended in mid-air, unable to descend an inch.

It was as if an invisible object stood in its way.

Then, he felt an intense pain spreading from his chest. The force of the punch continued unabated, bursting out from his back and even causing the air behind him to issue a soft tearing sound.

Under the immense power of the fist, the large man’s eyes bulged instantly, nearly popping out of their sockets.

He struggled to lower his head and look at the fist imprinted on his chest, his expression bewildered.

’This fist... something’s not right!’

How could it be right?

After that single punch—not to mention the Powerful Qi that had pierced through his body—the abundant source of energy from his Secret Patterns was temporarily severed.

A chain reaction followed. This source of power was a borrowed thing, not something he had refined himself.

With no power to sustain it, the source energy instantly became like an ownerless thing, running rampant throughout his body.

It felt like tens of thousands of ants were crawling and gnawing away inside him. The sensation of them biting at the softest parts of his organs nearly made the large man pass out.

All these thoughts seemed to take a long time, but in reality, it all happened in the blink of an eye. With that one punch from Wu Chen, the large man’s body was sent flying like a rootless duckweed.

BAM! BAM! BAM!—

He crashed through seven or eight trees as thick as a calf’s head before his flying body finally hit the ground.

...

Wu Chen glanced at the figure that had been sent flying, then retracted his fist, a thoughtful look on his face.

’So the external lines of the Secret Pattern are just meant to confuse people.’

’The actual flow of the source energy inside has nothing to do with the external patterns.’

’It’s a smokescreen. But even if it weren’t, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to strike a vital point in one blow.’

’A pity he ran into me...’

Pulse-Severing Dragon-Catcher wasn’t just a set of ’Finger Palm Fist’ hand techniques; it was also an art of sensory perception.

It made Wu Chen’s senses extremely sharp.

Besides, they were only a foot apart. He couldn’t claim to see every detail of the man’s body, inside and out.

But he could still clearly perceive the flow of the source energy.

That was how he discovered that the extending ink-black lines of the Secret Pattern had no connection whatsoever to the internal energy circulation.

And that’s why his seemingly simple and unadorned punch struck the barbarian spy’s vital point directly.

It caused the source energy—which wasn’t his own to begin with—to scatter under the force of the blow.

’The backlash from a power that isn’t yours, now devouring your internal organs... I imagine that doesn’t feel too good.’

’It’s just...’

Wu Chen shook his head and pulled his feet, which had sunk half a foot into the dirt, free with an effort.

The force of the barbarian spy’s descending palm strike had been quite formidable. Even though he had dispersed much of the impact, he still suffered a small loss.

He’d gotten his boots dirty.

After doing this, he looked up in the direction the barbarian spy had been thrown.

Over there, the stout figure was already getting up. His powerful physique was clearly not something that could be taken down with a single punch. It would take a few more.

However, he had lost his earlier imposing manner. His body was slightly hunched, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was gasping for breath.

HUFF! HUFF!—

The sound was ragged, like a broken bellows pumping. It seemed his internal organs were already injured.

After three to five breaths, the man was about to say something, but before the words could leave his mouth, he spat out a large mouthful of scarlet blood.

After coughing up the stagnant blood, his complexion improved considerably. Only then did he shout in a hoarse, incredulous voice:

”Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

”That last punch must have been a lucky shot!”

”I’ll kill you!” ℯℯ𝑙.

He couldn’t believe someone could see through the manipulation of Qi beneath his skin, nor could he comprehend it.

He knew, of course, that the five senses could be cultivated to display extraordinary abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But polishing the body through Martial Arts already took decades of effort, a lifetime even. To then take time to cultivate the five senses—wasn’t that putting the cart before the horse?

But Wu Chen was clearly an exception.

The large man bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, and the aura around his body surged once more.

He mobilized the ownerless source energy within him again, linking the scattered Qi, and the rogue power stopped its rampage.

”Die! DIE!”

His figure leaped forward. With arms spread wide like a madman, he lunged at Wu Chen in a bear hug.

The explosive force of his encircling arms was immense; even a man made of refined iron would be crushed to dust.

’But you have to actually catch me first!’

Watching the large man, whose moves had lost all form, Wu Chen completely lost interest.

He had thought this Secret Pattern would let him have some fun and show off his skills, but in the end, it turned out to be nothing special.

’Let’s end this here. It would be rude to waste any more time...’

Watching the figure running toward him—ferocious in appearance, yet clumsy in reality—Wu Chen decided not to hold back any longer.

He sidestepped, easily dodging. As the shadow flashed past him, he slammed a fist wreathed in flowing light into the man’s armpit, below his barrel-thick arm.

THUD!

It didn’t look like a powerful blow—even the sound was muffled—but the large man’s thick arm dropped limply, unable to be moved in the slightest.

An intense pain shot from under his ribs, and the man’s other arm instinctively reached for the spot.

Unfortunately, Wu Chen was already gone, having circled to the other side to continue his assault.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!—

Muffled impacts sounded from all over the large man’s body. In front of Wu Chen’s fists, his thick, solid flesh offered no protection at all.

With every strike from Wu Chen, his fists carried a dense, Powerful Qi that shattered and dispersed the source energy within the man’s body.

The black Secret Patterns on the man’s skin also began to fade under the relentless barrage of punches, gradually receding toward his heart.

As this happened, his cultivation realm began to drop at a visible rate.

When his realm fell back to the Perfection level of the Blood Coagulation Realm—his original level—it still didn’t stop.

The nine sources of power within him were pulverized by the fist energy piercing his body. They were broken down into ordinary Blood Qi, which then leaked from his mouth and nose. It was a truly miserable sight.

Feeling his realm continuously dropping, the large man fell into despair. He wanted to fight back, but he didn’t have the slightest chance.

He wanted to curse the ’southern monkeys,’ but when he opened his mouth, only a spray of blood mist came out. He couldn’t utter a single word.

Finally, Wu Chen stopped. The barbarian spy could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud. His eyes were lifeless, and only his chest still rose and fell. He looked completely drained.

But Wu Chen didn’t rest. First, he used a rope to tie the barbarian up securely.

This time, there wasn’t a single patch of undamaged flesh on the man’s body, and his bones were riddled with fractures. Wu Chen wasn’t worried about him breaking free.

After finishing, Wu Chen walked over to Sun Yuting, who was lying on the ground with a dazed look in her eyes. He waved a hand in front of her face.

”Hello? Anyone in there?”