Rise of The Demon General-Chapter 306. Confess Everything

Amon didn’t push this luck despite this circumstance. Instead of pushing ahead, he jumped away. He was a careful person. He knew Yan Fan was an experienced combatant who was hardly flustered by one slip-up. The chance of scoring a killing blow was not high to risk an assault. He had another, safer path to victory.

He threw his knives using Hundred Shooting Stars while retreating. His knives left trails of light like shooting stars as they swarmed Yan Fan.

True to Amon’s prediction, Yan Fan could still react despite losing his footing. The whip of light twirled around him, slashing every single one of Amon’s flying knives.

Amon didn’t stop. He continued to throw knives after knives. The shooting stars were unending. Yan Fan’s whip of light continued to twirl around him, protecting him.

The ground under Yan Fan continued to tremble. He didn’t have the time to initiate his movement art due to Amon’s unending knives. He spread his legs to stabilize his stance. He channeled his aether through his feet to act like anchors. He was using brute force to negate the Earth Pulse’s effect.

As he deflected the never-ending flying knives, his senses detected something hidden among the flying knives. His whip of light changed movement. It now wrapped around him, forming a spiraling cocoon with him in the center. None of Amon’s flying knives could penetrate this cocoon. Among the deflected knives, thin needles were revealed. These needles bounced off in the air and returned to Amon.

"So, you are truly the perpetrator of the serial murders by poison in the years past," Yan Fan said after seeing the needles.

"I thought you had come to that conclusion some minutes ago?" Amon asked in return.

"It is still nice to have a confession," Yan Fan said.

"Very well, I confess everything," Amon said. "Consider it my gift before you pass on from this world."

Yan Fan took out a talisman. Amon frowned. His intel didn’t say that Yan Fan was a combat talisman user. Yan Fan wrote something on the talisman. It then flashed and turned into ash.

"Message talisman...?" Amon realized. "What message did you write?"

"Your confession, of course," Yan Fan replied. "Don’t expect to hush this all up."

Amon was silent as he contemplated this. He didn’t expect things to turn this way. "Hmph, it will be troublesome but manageable. As long as you no longer exist, I can deny everything. There is no solid proof."

"No longer exist? The result of our battle here is not yet certain. Overconfidence is never good. I learned that in my youth," Yan Fan said. "Your needles might be an effective weapon against cultivators of your level, but it is as obvious as a giant sword for Martial Realm cultivators. Our senses can easily detect them. I guess that was why all the victims of those serial murders were Human Realm cultivators."

Amon simply grinned for a response.

Yan Fan again felt unnerved by that grin. Was it true that Amon was overconfident? He then noticed something weird. His breathing was rapid. He was tired.

He was alarmed. Was he affected by the poison? But he had paid close attention to the poison despite the battle. He was sure the poison’s advance was still halted.

"Hm...?" As he focused on the inner part of his body, he realized something else was invading his body. Another, more subtle, poison.

Amon could see the change in Yan Fan’s expression. He chuckled. "I have also learned that overconfidence is never good, but I learned it when I was still a child."

"How... How?" Yan Fan didn’t understand. How was he inflicted by another poison without his knowing?

"Because it is in the air you breathe," Amon answered. "This whole basement is filled with it. You started breathing it in when you entered this basement. Because of its subtlety, it needs some time to show its effects. I was hoping that you would open those wooden crates one by one. If you did, you should be slightly weakened by the time you reach the box containing my deadly poison. You are a meticulous person. I know you won’t leave until you are sure none of the boxes contained the Veiled Toxic Leaf. If you had, the poison would have burst right in front of you. Combined with your weakening, you should get the full brunt of the poison. That should kill you instantly, but I guess that was wishful thinking. Even a persistent man like you can get impatient. I was forced to act to cause the poison inside the crate to spread before you break it using your art."

"... I’m flattered you planned all those for me," Yan Fan said.

"I always plan against my opponent, even more so against one I consider formidable," Amon said. "You can take that flattered feeling to your grave."

Yan Fan was analyzing the condition of his body as they chatted. But the more he learned, the more depressed he was. The weakening poison Amon mentioned had seeped in too deep. If he tried to neutralize this poison, he would have to let go of his control over the other poison. He didn’t see a way out of this predicament. His body would get weaker by the second.

Now, he understood why Amon was stalling. It was he who had no time to lose!

He thrust his sword forward. The light whip on his sword shattered into multiple tiny blades of light. This blade of light swarmed toward Amon.

Amon jumped back repeatedly while performing Infinite Phantom Slash to deflect those blades of light.

While Amon retreated, Yan Fan rushed forward. His target was now not to kill Amon but to get out of this place. He slashed at the barrier on the opening where the stairs were. The barrier flickered as words of light on the walls and the talisman flashed.

The two-fold barriers held. Yan Fan was vexed. Under normal circumstances, he should be able to break through such a barrier with one hit. His current condition was truly severe. He was weakened, and he could only exert a portion of his power because he couldn’t lose concentration of the deadly poison inside his body.

In fury, he slammed his palm into the barrier. A powerful shockwave radiated from the impact. He pushed with all his might. He was now using brute force to force the talisman and barrier enchantment to expend their energy.

"Not so fast!" Amon exclaimed. He poked his arms when Yan Fang was busy contesting with the barriers. He then put his two palms together. Rings of water started forming around his clasped palms. These rings of water possessed pitch-black blackened edges.

Yan Fan couldn’t ignore the energy Amon exuded. He turned in shock.

"You... You have demonic energy...?!"

Amon grinned. "As I said, I confess everything." He threw the rings of water in his hands. The rings split into five and flew at Yan Fan from different directions.

Yan Fan could sense the power of these rings was not to scoff at. He had no choice but to move away from the stairs.

The rings of water were bolstered by the meridian points technique and Amon’s mixed aether. Their destructive power was indeed way out of normal. One of these rings swept low and touched the floor. The words of power flashed to withstand the power. Yet, the barrier was ineffective. The ring of water sliced through the floor and left a deep scar.

Yan Fan resummoned his whip of light as he retreated. He lashed this whip at the incoming rings. When the whip of light made contact, it was cut right through. This shocked Yan Fan greatly, but he was alert. His body zoomed away, leaving afterimages when the rings of water arrived.

The rings of water didn’t stop after missing their marks. They turned around and chased after their targets. Amon’s mixed aether not only empowered the rings but also granted him more control.

Yan Fan kept zooming around to avoid the rings but knew this was not a solution.

Amon didn’t just let the rings of water do all the work. They didn’t last indefinitely. While Yan Fan dodged the rings, Amon slipped into an advantageous position. He was now ready to deal the killing blow.

He again used his mixed aether. This time, he was using the Flame Lance. The produced flame lance sported an extra length over its tip. This tip was pitch-black.

Amon thrust this enhanced Flame Lance at Yan Fan. The constable couldn’t dodge this one. His other escape paths were blocked by the water rings.

However, when Amon saw Yan Fan’s eyes during his thrust, he didn’t see the shock in those eyes.

Yan Fan used his sword to receive the Flame Lance. The sword broke as it touched the flame lance. No surprise there, but a whip of light again materialized from the broken sword. It didn’t contest in strength with the flame lance, though. Instead, it wrapped itself around the flame lance, forming a spiraling cocoon.

Amon felt his flame lance getting sucked by this cocoon. He suddenly realized what Yan Fan was doing when he noticed their positioning.

The cocoon pulled the Flame Lance out of Amon’s hand. It was then hurled behind Yan Fan. The Flame Lance pierced into the barrier that was protecting the stairs. A bright flash of light burst from the impact. The talisman was instantly burned to ash. The words of light also flared brightly before going out altogether.

The barrier protecting the stairs was now gone.