My Martial Arts Level Never Drops

Chapter 475: Chapter 215: Flesh Puppet

Kill! Kill! Kill!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

When Qin Fang started using his Hidden Weapons, killing these Cultists was like mowing down grass. A single pebble could pierce one, or even several, skulls.

Fresh blood sprayed forth, dyeing the earth red.

Naturally, many True Essence Disciples followed behind Qin Fang.

But to be honest, not many disciples who had fought their way up from the bottom had managed to pass the Martial Arts Examination and enter the Inner Sect.

Most of them were descendants of prestigious families from various commanderies and prefectures. Even if they had been in conflicts, the fights were never as raw and brutal as those at the bottom.

Their families held considerable power in their local territories. Even when conflicts arose, the disciples were rarely required to face them directly.

Take Wu Xueci, for example. Her Talent was certainly outstanding, but on her path to the Huajin realm, how much real combat experience had she truly needed?

Not much, probably.

Because she had a master and senior brothers... They were prominent figures in True Martial County. Their Anjin wasn’t considered high, but it was enough to shield Wu Xueci from most troubles.

And the Heavenly Gang Wuji Sect had many such disciples. In fact, based on background alone, many came from families even more distinguished than Wu Xueci’s.

Like Xu Nianzhen, Liu Rushi, Xue Yi, Han Wang, Fu Chen, and Shen Han...

This was even more true for these Heirs of Noble Families.

Their births destined them to encounter few setbacks, and it was even less likely that they would ever have to go on a killing spree with their own hands.

Why did Yue Shan use the Luzhan Lineage as the vanguard?

It was precisely because many disciples had never truly experienced a rain of blood and gore.

So, as the battle unfolded, these fearless Cultists, who fought with no regard for their own lives, truly shook many of the Heavenly Gang Wuji Sect’s disciples. Many even grew pale with tension.

This raw, bloody battlefield—this real war—was something they found difficult to adapt to.

However, when these disciples saw Qin Fang currently on a killing spree, they couldn’t help but gasp...

’...So ruthless!’

Pebbles flew like sharp arrows, instantly piercing the heads of one Cultist after another.

As flowers of blood bloomed, this Senior Brother Qin—who in their eyes was usually gentle and humble—didn’t even bat an eye!

’...Is this really Senior Brother Qin?’

’...Is this the Guiyuan Lineage?’

They stared, dumbfounded.

To Senior Brother Qin, the Cult Members seemed to be nothing more than pieces of rotting flesh...

...No, not even rotting flesh.

If they were rotting flesh, one would at least feel a psychological sense of disgust.

Looking at the bursting crimson matter and smelling the thick scent of blood in the air, many of them felt uneasy.

But Senior Brother Qin? He didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of discomfort.

’...They’re nothing but weeds!’

In Senior Brother Qin’s eyes, these Cultists were like weeds to be plucked!

In the blink of an eye, he had shot through the skulls of at least several hundred Cult Members, killing them on the spot.

And he hadn’t so much as twitched an eyelid!

Looking at that handsome yet indifferent face, an indescribable chill involuntarily rose in their hearts...

...If, at first, their feelings for Senior Brother Qin had been simple respect and closeness...

Then now, within that ’respect’...

There was likely now a trace of ’fear’!

”No wonder Elder Ling said that Senior Brother Qin is well-suited for the Luzhan Lineage...”

a disciple murmured under his breath.

In a flash, Qin Fang had finished shooting down all the Cultists on his flank.

But several Returning Ruins Flesh Puppets were now charging toward him, ready to kill.

These few Returning Ruins Flesh Puppets were all over ten feet tall. Flames flickered in their hollow eyes, and they let out roars that sounded like grinding bones. They had clearly locked onto Qin Fang, intent on killing him.

These were puppets, which meant... the person controlling them from behind the scenes had targeted Qin Fang.

But Qin Fang wasn’t flustered at all. The Physiques of these Returning Ruins Flesh Puppets were indeed powerful, but they were puppets, after all, and lacked agility.

Qin Fang picked up some pebbles from the ground, infused them with True Essence in the next moment, and began to frantically fire them at the Returning Ruins Flesh Puppets.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!~

The pebbles, powerful enough to pierce metal and shatter stone, simply shattered on impact with the puppets’ bodies, completely unable to break through their Physiques.

However, the immense kinetic energy they carried still caused the Flesh Puppets’ forward movements to stiffen.

Then, tiny Ice Crystals began to spread out from the points of impact where the pebbles had shattered.

In the blink of an eye, Ice Crystals started to appear all over the Flesh Puppets.

Qin Fang specifically targeted their joints—knees, hips, ankles, and so on...

After just a few rounds, their bodies grew stiff. Though not completely encased in Ice Crystals, their movements became labored.

Moreover, the ice was still expanding and growing!

The many Celestial Spirit Sect disciples whose attention had been drawn couldn’t help but gasp...

”The Profound Nether Nature... it’s too strong!”

”It was the same with Zhao Yuanling that day...”

”This isn’t even as flashy as Zhao Yuanling’s display...”

The disciples following Qin Fang found themselves with little to do, as he had taken down most of the Cultists and Flesh Puppets by himself. They began to buzz with discussion.

One by one, their gazes toward Qin Fang filled with awe and fanaticism.

...On this battlefield, they saw a Qin Fang who was vastly different from their previous impression of him.

Qin Fang paid them no mind. The enemies on this flank were almost completely wiped out by him, but the disciples at the front were still locked in a bitter struggle. With a flicker of his body, he rushed over to help.

”Die!”

Not all the Cultists were piously chanting prayers. There were also True Essence Realm Cultists wielding blades, shouting slogans as they fought fiercely with the disciples.

One of them saw an opportunity and was just about to cleave off the head of a True Essence Disciple with his blade.