Chapter 234 Playtime's Over



"<Primal Bull Fist: Second Act – Primal Bull Piercing The Heavens!>"

With a loud shout, Duncan threw a sharp punch in the direction of the cultivator who had injured him earlier...

The <Primal Bull Fist> has seven acts in total. The power of each attack increases sharply. The first act of <Primal Bull Fist> was called the <Primal Bull Fist: First Act – Primal Bull Trampling The Earth>.

The first attack is a relatively simple attack. It mobilizes the physical energy of a cultivator and forms a fist image in the shape of a bull. The concept behind the fist attack was dominance.

Just like how a primal bull asserts its dominance over the earth by trampling on it with its hooves, the attack mainly focuses on suppressing other attacks through sheer dominance of physical energy.

Compared to qi, physical energy is far more domineering in its aspect. It isn't mild or very easy to channel. Physical energy in its essence is filled with a wild attribute. The first attack uses the wildness of the physical energy to suppress the opponents.

That was what Duncan had been using until now. The very nature of Duncan's fist attack was to dominate and suppress the opponents. So far, it has done a good job. However, Duncan's needs were different now.

Duncan wanted to kick things up a notch after seeing that the group had at last begun to harbor killing intent toward him. So, the attack he sent out this time was relatively different as well.

While Primal Bull Trampling The Earth was an attack that focused on domination and suppression, Primal Bull Piercing The Heavens focused on sharpness and killing.

When executing the Primal Bull Piercing The Heavens, a cultivator will sharpen his physical energy to the utmost and send it out in a concentrated burst like a spear being thrust out to meet the enemy.

As a result, the image formed from the attack is also slightly different. The plain image of a raging bull would be replaced with the image of a bull goring its enemy when one executes the second act of the <Primal Bull Fist>.

The moment Duncan threw his fist at the sword cultivator, a small, but distinct image of a bull rushing towards the enemy with its horns pointed towards them was sent out. The suppressive force that the attack exuded also became a little bit harder to resist.

The cultivator who had sent out the sword attack saw the image of the bull rushing towards him and felt danger immediately in his heart. He wanted to move away from the attack and let it pass by him.

Unfortunately, the suppressive effect of the fist combined with the killing intent that Duncan had unleashed earlier made him unable to move immediately. He was rooted to the spot for a split second by the combined suppressive effect unleashed by Duncan and his martial art. By the time he fought off the suppressive effect, the fist was already in front of his face.

Sword cultivators are very good at offense. But, it can't be said the same in defense. That's why swordsmen rarely try to defend. They usually avoid the incoming attacks or meet them head-on with their own attacks, trying to compare which attack was the strongest one.

That split second it took for the cultivator to escape from the suppressive force became his undoing at this moment. As he watched the fist arrive before his face, the cultivator tried hard to mount his defense.

As a swordsman, even when he is already prepared, the nature of defense would be lacking. How could a hastily mounted defense be enough to withstand something that was far more powerful than all the previous attacks he had endured so far?

Without exception, Duncan's fist broke through the hasty defense of the cultivator and slammed into him like a pickaxe burying itself in a stone. With a pop, the head of the cultivator exploded into pieces, sending blood and brain tissues all over the surrounding region.

Duncan felt immense satisfaction when he felt his attack connect with the cultivator. The resulting gory explosion of the cultivator's head was riveting to him as well. He was pleasantly surprised by the attack power of the fist he had thrown out.

With a sadistic smile on his face, Duncan took a deep breath and inhaled the lingering bloody scent in the air.

"Do you feel that? Can you smell it? That... is fear. I can smell all your fears," Duncan said diabolically looking at the surrounding cultivators. "Playtime's over kids. Welcome to the real world. In this world, a single mistake can kill you. Your mistake... hunting me!"

The surrounding cultivators had not yet recovered from the shock of one of their numbers dying just like that. The intensity of the fight had only been upped a little and already there was a casualty in their midst. Moreover, the one who died was the only one to injure the monster in human flesh in front of him.

Fear gripped their heart and they started regretting their decision to join this hunt. Their brains started shutting down from stress and fear, making them unable to react completely to the gory death of their comrade.

Just when they were still processing the fact that one of their own had been killed, Duncan's words came over. Looking at Duncan relishing the kill and declaring their death in such a twisted fashion, their legs couldn't help but tremble.

These so-called young talents were groomed by their sects meticulously. They never had to fight for their lives until now. Even when they fought against beasts or other cultivators, they always had the dominant position due to careful selection and other factors.

But now, the tables have been reversed.

Here, instead of being the hunters, they have become a group of prey. Compared to their earlier fights where they had superior strength, this one made their hair rise in fear and despair.

Even after trying so hard, they haven't even managed to scratch Duncan's skin. They were at a loss on how to confront Duncan further. The only one who had any braggable moment was the one who just got killed like a trash.

Before the surrounding cultivators could recover from their stupor and make a run for it, Duncan seized the opportunity and went berserk amidst the group. He attacked anything and everything. He left no directions to hide for them. Punch after punch was rained down on the collective mob that was surrounding him a few moments ago.

Duncan was like a tiger that entered into a flock of sheep. These cultivators had absolutely no defense against his ferocious attacks. They were like fish on the chopping block. Before they knew it, punches with power they couldn't cope with started raining down on their heads.

"No, no! Stop! I am the.."

Bang!

"I surrender! I surr..."

Bang!

"Please! Spar..."

Bang!

"Ah!!!!!"

Bang!

"Take anything you want! Spa..."

Bang!

Bang!

Duncan showed no mercy towards this group of idiots. It was their fault that they came after him. They even began to form killing intent towards him. He wasn't a saint. He was a demonic cultivator for crying out loud! How can he show mercy to these imbeciles who thought they could defeat him?

As for their pleas of surrender, proclamations of who they are, screams of despair, and negotiating with their possessions, Duncan didn't even deign to hear them out. Only stupid people would stop and listen once they decided to commit slaughter.

What a joke!?

Wouldn't all their possessions become his after he killed them? Wouldn't letting them go will be akin to releasing the tiger back into the mountains? Didn't they think about mercy and tolerance bullshit when they tried to hunt him down? Will their sects leave him alone if he didn't kill these morons?

Status, wealth, mercy, compassion, and all the other stuff paled in comparison to power. Power was the only real currency in this cultivation world. Those who are powerful can do anything they want without repercussions.

If these people were more powerful than him, it would be him who would be dying here today. Without enough power, there was no guarantee that he would walk out of here alive. So, why should he waste his time humoring these delusional morons?

Moreover, Duncan was also aware that the ones in the distance might be still in shock at this moment. However, when they snap out of it, they would rush to rescue these people and act as the heroes. Even though they used these fools as cannon fodder to test him out, the fools will only feel grateful after being rescued from certain death.

Who knows which one of these idiots might shift the balance in the upcoming fight? Duncan knew that this clash was just a warm-up. The real fight was waiting for him next. Leaving hidden dangers that could potentially disrupt the situation in the future was not Duncan's style at all.

So, he went the extra mile in smashing the heads of all these fools and eradicating as many people as possible in the shortest amount of time. Furthermore, it wasn't as if all his attacks were connecting. Once they realized that they were being killed indiscriminately, these cultivators started to evade the attacks instead of meeting them.

Some even went as far as to push the neighbors onto the path of the attack. Duncan only sneered at their behavior. These fools spoke about righteousness and eradicating a demon like him just a few minutes ago.

Look at them now!

They were throwing other people into a sure-death situation to save their own lives. For the first time, Duncan really understood what his master had said about righteous cultivators all being hypocrites of the highest order.

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