Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 826

Just as the burly man was momentarily stunned, Ling Yanyan brushed past him once again.

Before the burly man could react, Ling Yanyan threw three more poisoned needles in quick succession. One of the needles aimed directly at the burly man's chest, while the other two attacked his waist and groin from the side.

The burly man was startled and immediately dodged, but he was a beat too slow.

"what!"

A scream rang out as the burly man clutched his right arm, howling in agony; the intense pain nearly made him faint.

The three poisoned darts thrown by Ling Yanyan were all highly poisonous. The burly man's right arm was cut open, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

The burly man cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I actually fell for this bastard's trick!"

The burly man realized he had been tricked and couldn't help but worry. Ling Yanyan was too cunning.

Ling Yanyan sneered, "I only used seventy percent of my power just now, and you couldn't even withstand it. I thought you were really capable, but it turns out you're just made of paper. Heh, it seems you're not so great after all."

"You brat, you just wait. You better pray you don't get caught," the burly man said menacingly.

"You should worry about yourself first!" Ling Yanyan said coldly.

The burly man roared and charged forward.

"Boom!"

A violent roar came from the void, and a terrifying power spread out, causing trees within a radius of five zhang to collapse and be destroyed.

"This kid is indeed quite capable; no wonder he can become a fifth-grade alchemist." Above the valley, the white-robed elder frowned slightly.

"Brother, should we lend a hand?" asked the white-bearded old man beside him.

"No need!" The white-robed elder waved his hand and said calmly, "If he wins, he'll be lucky; if he loses, death is the only option."

"This..." Upon hearing this, the white-bearded old man couldn't help but sigh and shake his head, seemingly already convinced that the burly man had lost to Ling Yanyan.

The white-robed elder said calmly, "I've heard that the Xiao family has produced a monstrous alchemist who has reached the mid-stage of the second-star alchemist realm at a young age. His name is Ling Yanyan. I want to see just who he is."

"call out!"

In the mountains and forests, Ling Yanyan and the burly man engaged in a fierce battle. The moment their swords clashed, two terrifying forces swept out wildly, creating a visually striking scene.

After a brief but intense battle, the burly man's momentum noticeably weakened.

Just as the burly man was momentarily stunned, Ling Yanyan suddenly lunged forward, slashing down with his sword, which struck the burly man's left arm with sharp sword energy that tore through the flesh.

"Ah!" The burly man screamed, his face turning pale, his cloudy eyes filled with resentment and murderous intent.

“Your arm is useless now,” Ling Yanyan said coldly.

"Die, you bastard!" the burly man roared madly, his right fist slamming out, aiming directly at Ling Yanyan's chest.

He knew his chances of survival were slim, but even so, he would fight to the last breath.

"Bang!" A dull thud echoed throughout the room, and both of them staggered back a few steps.

However, compared to the burly man, Ling Yanyan only staggered slightly.

The burly man gritted his teeth and stood firm, his eyes flashing with determination: "Kid, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go! Die!" He pounced again, completely fighting to the death, without any fancy moves.

"Overestimating yourself." Ling Yanyan's lips curled into a cold smile. He pierced the other man's heart with his sword, sheathed it, glanced indifferently at the burly man, and turned to leave.

This is a very simple question, why?

Ling Yanyan is a martial artist, though not very strong, but he possesses a very strange secret technique called Soul Stealing!

The Soul-Stealing Technique, as the name suggests, is a secret method specifically designed to devour the spirit of others!

When this secret technique is mastered to its fullest extent, it can devour the enemy's soul, turning them into a puppet under its control!

In every world, there exist many evil and bizarre secret arts. The Soul-Stealing Technique is one of them, and it is classified as a forbidden art!

Because it's so vicious! Once the Soul-Stealing Technique is used, a certain amount of life essence must be absorbed as a guide!

The term "essence and blood" refers to the concentrated essence of living things.

Generally speaking, possessing another body and being reborn requires a huge price to pay and a long period of time to return to peak condition.

Absorbing essence and blood, however, is a different matter altogether. It involves devouring the essence of other creatures to rapidly enhance one's strength and quickly restore oneself to peak condition.

However, such a secret technique is also very dangerous, because if one consumes too much, it will cause instability in one's foundation.

Ling Yanyan just used the Soul-Stealing Secret Technique. Only by consuming more than half of the enemy's essence and blood can he ensure his own safety.

In this situation, the enemy will definitely try every means to escape or resist.

How could Ling Yanyan let the other party escape?

Therefore, he deliberately pretended to be at the upper hand, took the opportunity to cut off the opponent's arm, and forced the opponent to fight him in close combat.

As he had predicted, he easily defeated his opponent.

"The Soul-Stealing Secret Technique is truly powerful. As long as you have enough essence blood, you can quickly recover from your injuries." This thought flashed through Ling Yanyan's mind, then he shook his head and smiled wryly. He'd better leave these things for later exploration.

Now, the most important thing is to find a secluded place to recuperate properly, and at the same time, tell the Lin family what happened here.

Ling Yanyan walked downstairs while thinking about it.

Suddenly, he stopped, narrowed his eyes to look around the corner, and said softly, "Friend, now that you're here, why hide?"

"Hahaha, kid, you're pretty alert!" Accompanied by a burst of laughter, three figures slowly emerged from the shadows, looking down at Ling Yanyan.

All three were men, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and each of them wore a playful smile, appearing quite arrogant and domineering.

The leader was a burly man, over 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles like an iron tower. He exuded a strong aura of menace, giving people a sense of oppression.

Beside the burly man stood two young men, both around 20 years old. Both were dressed in black, with swords at their waists, their expressions arrogant, their eyes sharp, revealing an extraordinary air about them.

"Who are these three people?" Ling Yanyan raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion.