Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 202

"Ah!"

Weizhi Shouchuan had a sudden thought.

There was a saying that if you know your enemy, you will not be in danger even if you fight a hundred times. Surprisingly, the group of men in gray knew the full strength of the masters of 'Shi Fortress'.

Although the martial prowess of the successors, including Weizhi Shouchuan, was a top secret even within their families, it seemed they were grasping it while fighting and responding.

'There is a spy inside!'

Otherwise, it was impossible to explain how 'Shi Fortress', which was the front-line martial force of the sect, was being pushed back so helplessly.

Although the number of enemies was three thousand, the enemies who had participated in the battle were only a thousand. Although it was about twice the number of 'Shi Fortress', they were also attacking by appropriately distributing them according to the opponent.

The enemy was not in a hurry. It felt as if they intended to completely annihilate them and to move on to the next stage.

But it seemed they had no intention of dragging it out for long.

When the middle-aged man who was observing the battle situation raised his folding fan, two or three were added, and then the masters of 'Shi Fortress' also collapsed without fail.

"Keu-euk!"

Another master collapsed, and the men in gray rushed in and hacked him to pieces. Then they joined in, looking for their next prey.

Weizhi Shouchuan's heart became heavy. If 'Shi Fortress' were to fall...

Although the number of martial artists in the sect was ten thousand, they were scattered here and there.

Since a three-stage beacon had been lit, they would send support.

'At this rate, we will be annihilated!'

It was an enemy that was pushing in, forming a formation like an army. Even if a few martial forces came to support, they would disappear without a trace.

Rather, while 'Shi Fortress' was holding out, they had to prepare a battle line to counter them.

But there was no time to convey such thoughts. As he could not gain the upper hand even with a 'six-harmony formation', it immediately changed to a 'seven-star formation' and then to an 'eight-trigram formation'.

Weizhi Shouchuan, in the 'eight-trigram formation' where eight men in gray were spewing their 'sharp energy' and were rushing in, now had no time to look around.

He deflected the saber of a man in gray and rotated his body, and his eyes met the middle-aged man who was looking at him. The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth went up slightly, and his folding fan moved.

At that, it changed to a 'nine-palace formation'.

With the strangeness of the formation, the 'sharp energy' of one person was added again.

Weizhi Shouchuan felt that the formation that the men in gray were unfolding was different from a normal formation. The operation of the formation was out of the ordinary, and what was more surprising was that every time one person joined, his energy was added.

Weizhi Shouchuan was at the point where his mouth was dry from dealing with the nine men in gray. Although the individual martial arts went from first-class to top-class, since their energy was overlapping, now even Weizhi Shouchuan, who had surpassed the 'flower realm', was busy just blocking.

At that moment.

Go-o-o-o!

A strange sound of something breaking through the air was heard from the valley behind 'Shi Fortress', and a person flew in and, fell in the training ground.

The one who had appeared as if he had fallen from the sky was an old man who was a head taller than a normal person and whose shoulders seemed to be about twice as wide.

As the 'sharp energy' of the old man who had landed spread to a radius of about ten 'zhang', the ones who were fighting around hastily avoided him.

Because of that, the fight stopped for a moment.

Shi Tal-in, who had fought a fierce battle, staggered for a moment with a defeated look and then, seeing the one who had appeared, shouted, "Elder Quan Ma!"

It was Quan Ma, the 'Ten Demonic People' produced by 'Shi Fortress'.

Although Quan Ma was an old man, he had a magnificent build and bulging muscles. Between his disheveled half-white hair, his ring-like eyes emitted a strong light.

"Elder Quan Ma has come!"

The 'Shi Fortress' martial artists shouted. The 'Ten Demonic People' were beings of the 'heaven beyond heaven' in the sect.

The Cult Leader, the 'Bright Left Emissary', and the 'Ten Demonic People' were the ones who were considered the absolute beings in the sect.

Quan Ma looked around the battlefield with his bulging eyes.

More than half of the 'Shi Fortress' martial artists had died or had been injured. A considerable number of masters had also been seriously injured or were scattered on the ground as cold corpses.

"What kind of brats have come to our sect and are causing a ruckus?"

To Quan Ma, the fierce battle in front of him seemed to be just a ruckus. The 'Ten Demonic People' were beings who had already transcended life and death.

The white-haired old man, who was sitting on the eight-person palanquin and was trimming his fingernails, raised his head in the same posture and looked at Quan Ma.

The white-haired old man looked at Quan Ma and smiled.

"Now a proper brat has appeared."

The white-haired old man's voice was strange. It was very thin, and it sounded as if a eunuch were speaking.

Quan Ma, flinched as he looked at the white-haired old man.

He was a being from whom no energy could be felt, as if a single blade of grass were blooming.

It was a voice he had heard somewhere.

"Old monster of Mingshan?"

The white-haired old man, when Quan Ma recognized him, smiled as if he were proud. It was a voice as if a woman were laughing.

"I didn't know there was a brat who would recognize me. Did you also come to Mingshan?"

A look of surprise filled Quan Ma's eyes.

Fifty years ago, when the Cult Leader had led the sect members and had attacked the 'Mingshan Sect', Quan Ma had also participated in the battle. At that time, he was in his prime, just over thirty, and was in charge of the 'Shi Fortress' martial force, and he had killed countless enemies.

But he had a status that could not interfere in the fight of the leaders, and he had only heard the voice of the old ancestor of Mingshan from a distance.

"Really... is it the old monster of Mingshan? Are you saying he was still alive?"

Quan Ma could not believe it. Even fifty years ago, he had been a white-haired old man... How old was he?

"Heu-heu-heu... I heard the So family brat died. To think that a young brat would go before me... that's too bad. Did he achieve 'flying ascension'?"

'Flying ascension' meant to reach the ultimate and to become a divine being.

"Well, if he had achieved 'flying ascension'... he would have come to this place. Or not? Since he has become a divine being, he might not be interested in the affairs of the secular world."

The old monster of Mingshan asked and answered himself, even though no one had asked.

Everyone was surprised at the words that the white-haired old man was the old ancestor of Mingshan. The older they were, the greater their surprise.

Where on earth was he from?

The older ones were well aware of the notorious reputation of the 'Mingshan Sect'. Since they did not even leave a corpse on their way, there were even rumors that the 'Mingshan Sect' ate human flesh.

Although it was later revealed that they had taken the corpses to practice 'corpse art', at that time, the 'Mingshan Sect' was fear itself.

Quan Ma glared at the white-haired old man and smiled.

"I heard that 'corpse art' poured out of the 'Mingshan Sect', but I didn't know there was also a martial art that made a strange monster like you."

"Heu-heu-heu... a young brat has a sharp mouth."

The listeners could not get used to it at all. Although Quan Ma was also an old man whose age was difficult to guess... to call him a young brat.

"Shut up. If you've come, let's have a match."

"Keu-keu-keuk. Do you think I would have come to just hang out with a brat like you? Let's see if you are a brat worth fighting with."

As the white-haired old man's words fell, the scholar in black in front of the eight-person palanquin brandished his folding fan.

At that, the men in gray, who were surrounding like a wall rushed out and surrounded Quan Ma.

Quan Ma looked at the men in gray who were surrounding him and was puzzled.

The number of men in gray who had formed a formation was one hundred and eight.

"One hundred and eight... Are you imitating the 'Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation'?"

The scholar in black, towards Quan Ma, cupped his hands and said, "It is called the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation'. Although it originated from the 'One hundred and Eight Arhat Formation', its power will be better than that. If you experience it once, you will know what I mean."

The scholar in black raised his folding fan again.

It was a formation unfolded by a whopping one hundred and eight people. The ones who were in the training ground moved to one side to make room.

The scholar in black, who saw this, shouted, "What are you doing? Finish it!"

At that, the men in gray again rushed towards the 'Shi Fortress' martial artists.

It had again become a chaotic battlefield in an instant.

They intended to tie up Quan Ma with the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' and to annihilate the 'Shi Fortress' martial artists.

The successors, including Shi Fengsheng, were also caught up in the fight again.

Chae-chaeng!

Pung!

The sound of weapons clashing again filled the training ground.

Quan Ma, recalling what he had heard about the 'Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Formation', looked at the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' that was surrounding him. Since he had not experienced the 'Shaolin One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation', he could not guess what kind of offensive they would unfold.

'Was it called a 'chain formation'?'

If so, the attacks would continue.

"Hmph! Come at me."

Although Quan Ma spoke, the men in gray who had formed the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' did not move.

"If you don't come, I will go!"

Quan Ma took a step forward and threw a punch. It was a punch that had been thrown out, following a step that had been taken lightly as if he were taking a walk.

Bu-ung!

'Fist energy' stretched out from Quan Ma's fist without a sound and hit the front of the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation'.

At the same time, the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' rotated. When Quan Ma's 'fist energy' reached the formation, one of the men in gray brandished his saber.

A bitter sneer crossed Quan Ma's face. How dare a novice like that...

Kwa-ang!

As the 'fist energy' and the saber clashed, a huge roar erupted. The ones who were watching, having escaped the fight, thought that the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' would be broken in one blow just by hearing the sound.

But.

The 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' rotated as if nothing had happened.

A look of surprise crossed the eyes that were visible between Quan Ma's disheveled hair.

It was as if he had hit a thick wall.

The triumphant voice of the scholar in black was heard.

"You will have to use all your strength. No matter how first-class or top-class, if the energy of one hundred and eight people is gathered... ahem... let's see. It seems your realm is the 'life and death realm'... it will not be easy."

What? The energy of one hundred and eight people?

Quan Ma's thick eyebrows twitched.

No matter how outstanding his internal energy was, it could not be compared to the combined energy of one hundred and eight first-class martial artists.

Even if he lowered the estimate of each martial artist to twenty years of internal energy, one hundred and eight would be over two thousand years of internal energy.

Quan Ma was dumbfounded.

Although there was a technique of concentrating internal energy on one person while doing a joint attack, that was only possible when having an internal energy duel. To concentrate it on one person, and that in an instant, while unfolding a formation like this... was something he could not even imagine.

Quan Ma burst out into a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha. I didn't know you would pull such a trick. Alright. I will beat you to my heart's content!"

Quan Ma raised his internal energy. A whirlwind-like energy formed, riding up his entire body from under his feet.

The sound of Quan Ma's bulging muscles twitching was heard. Following that, Quan Ma took a step forward and threw a punch.

With a completely different, enormous 'sharp energy' than before, a light of 'sharp energy' exploded.

Kwa-ang!

This time, the man in gray did not confront him and avoided him, following the formation. At that, Quan Ma's fierce 'sharp energy' disappeared without a trace into the gap in the formation.

"Huh?"

Quan Ma was dumbfounded at his 'fist energy', which had disappeared without a trace like a stone that had fallen into a river.

That was also for a moment.

An enormous energy rushed in from both of Quan Ma's sides and from behind. The 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' was not a defensive formation. A fierce energy, as if it would grind a person, swept around Quan Ma.

Quan Ma, who had realized that it was not ordinary bit his molars and then threw punches in succession.

Roars erupted in succession.

The movements of the men in gray gradually became faster, and the inside of the formation was now covered with a storm-like energy, and Quan Ma's figure was only faintly visible.

"Keu-euk!"

"Don't be pushed back!"

While Quan Ma was trapped in the 'One Hundred and Eight Demonic Prison Formation' and was struggling, the 'Shi Fortress' martial artists were collapsing helplessly.

At that moment. With a loud voice, martial artists poured into the 'Shi Fortress' training ground.

"Shi family head! We are from the Zhu family!"

"The 'Zhuo Ming Squad', the martial force of the Hong family!"

The two hundred or so martial artists of the Zhu family and the Hong family, as soon as they appeared, jumped into the battlefield. The masters of both families, seeing that the successors of their own families were struggling, rushed to that side first.

The scholar in black, who saw this, smiled strangely and then raised his folding fan.

The men in gray, who had been standing like stone statues, rushed out and attacked the martial forces of the Zhu family and the Hong family.

"Be careful! Those brats are fighting in a formation. We must confront them with a square formation."

The martial force leader of 'Shi Fortress', who saw the vanguards of the Zhu family and the Hong family collapsing helplessly, shouted loudly, but since it was in the middle of a chaotic battle, not many listened.

"A-a..."

Weizhi Shouchuan, who was trapped in the 'nine-palace formation' and was being driven here and there, but who had observed the battle situation, sighed.

The enemies... were positioned here like an 'imugi' (a mythical serpent) and were intending to swallow the rushing martial forces one by one.

(End of Chapter)