I Can Strengthen Infinitely-Chapter 154 - 131: They’re Here (Part 3)

"Sir, should we go and clean up those people now?" a member of the Ghost Race asked.

Ouyang Haichen nodded: "Go ahead, I’ll wait for you up front."

Instantly, all the Ghost Race members sprang into action, dispersing in various directions nearby.

Two soldiers disguised as vegetable farmers crouched in the corner, spiritedly hiding in the shadows, observing the surroundings.

However, they failed to notice a figure, like a gecko, stealthily appearing on the wall behind them.

A flash of cold light, and the heads of the two fell directly to the ground, their bodies collapsing shortly afterward, with particularly smooth and neat wounds on their necks.

Another soldier dressed in a raincoat lay on his cart, and suddenly a purple mist blew over, his face immediately displaying a strangely intoxicated smile. Within less than three breaths, his skin began to fester, unable to even let out a cry before dying.

This scenario happened continuously, every breath, every blink of an eye; one disguised soldier after another died, utterly incapable of resisting.

Soon, all the soldiers near Cheng Mansion were dead, leaving no survivors.

Ouyang Haichen stood outside Cheng Mansion’s gate, his tongue pierced through a beam, skewering four soldiers like kebabs, their brains penetrated by his tongue, killing them instantly.

"It’s here," Ouyang Haichen said with a smile, looking at the gate.

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"Qin Yuesheng, how do you usually train your strength? Care to share some tips?"

"Just practicing stance and External Forging Skill against each other, nothing special."

"Really? It’s that simple."

"Yes, that’s how I do it," Qin Yuesheng said earnestly.

In a small alley near Cheng Mansion, Qin Yuesheng and Qi Feng chatted idly while relieving themselves against the wall.

Among the Seven-Star supervisory officials who came to Cyan Yang City this time, Qi Feng was the youngest, so Qin Yuesheng got along with him better, quickly becoming toilet companions.

"You know, I think you’re the youngest iron toad official I’ve ever seen. Others have to be at least in their twenties to meet the iron toad official standard."

"Thanks, but hey, talk if you want, don’t turn around like that, nearly splashed on my shoes."

"Sorry, my bad, wasn’t paying attention."

Qi Feng quickly adjusted his position, and Qin Yuesheng was about to say something, when his expression suddenly changed, and he swiftly grabbed his pants with one hand, and turned around to unleash a palm strike with the other.

Bang!

A frail old man with three arms was sent flying, crashing into the opposite wall of the alley.

"What’s going on?" Qi Feng hurriedly turned around.

Qin Yuesheng hastened to pull up his pants and walked towards the old man: "It’s the Ghost Race."

"Kid, you’re pretty quick on your feet," the old man slowly got up from the ground, and Qin Yuesheng finally saw his appearance clearly.

The opponent had two fangs protruding from his mouth, and a single horn on his head, reminiscent of a yaksha.

"So this is the Ghost Race? How could the Ghost Race appear here?" Qi Feng shook himself off and quickly pulled up his pants.

It was indeed a close call; this Ghost Race member chose to ambush during such a moment, truly making it difficult to defend against.

Qin Yuesheng took the initiative to attack, throwing a punch at the opponent.

The old man clenched his three fists, and suddenly purple air emanated from his fists like flames spreading in the air.

"Kid, remember my name, ’Poison Plague,’ you will die by my hand."

The old man charged toward Qin Yuesheng, unleashing rapid punches, the purple air covering his fists threateningly absorbed towards Qin Yuesheng himself, looking extremely dangerous.

"Are you brain-damaged?" Qin Yuesheng held his breath and immediately collided heavily with the opponent’s punch.

Ssss!

At the moment the fists made contact, a strange noise emanated from Qin Yuesheng’s hand, as his knuckles began to turn purple, accompanied by a burning sensation within his fingers.

"This guy’s technique can actually ignore my Inner Strength," Qin Yuesheng thought to himself, shocked.

Seeing Qin Yuesheng in this state, the Poison Plague grinned immediately.

His favorite sight was seeing his enemies in front of him slowly being corroded by his poison, transforming from a living being into a pile of bones.

And then the heart, the only part left uncorroded, would blossom with a beautiful flower.

For Poison Plague, that scene was the most captivating spectacle in the world.

Qin Yuesheng swiftly activated his Nourishing Power Technique, using the True Qi generated to wash through his body, rapidly expelling the poison on his hand.

Suddenly, Qin Yuesheng’s pores exposed outside his clothes sprayed out large amounts of white air tinged with some purple, creating a particularly strange sight.

Learning from past mistakes, now knowing that the opponent’s purple mist could bypass Inner Strength, Qin Yuesheng didn’t intend to hold back anymore. Seeing the old man rushing again, he immediately discharged the Great Vajra Palm to bravely face the enemy.

When the Dharma image appeared instantly, Poison Plague was startled, while chants reverberated from all directions, washing through his ears.

The golden Palm Seal seemed like a scorching sun descending to the mortal realm, growing larger and larger in his eyes.

Poison Plague hastily grouped his three arms together, attempting to block Qin Yuesheng’s fierce palm.

Boom!

When the golden Palm Seal hit Poison Plague’s arm, it broke instantly, not serving any defensive purpose.