Jujutsu: Eight Magical Skills At The Beginning, Admission Is A Special Level

Chapter 31: Come, Let's Hurt Each Other

The skill 'Blood Rage' successfully activates, and She Xuan and his group are pulled into Lu Bei's capture range. A powerful aura oppresses them, like an invisible blade pressing against the back of their necks, sending a chilling and bone-piercing killing intent that makes them shudder involuntarily.

Similar to the Liu brothers, their attributes are severely reduced, and their combat power plummets. Even She Xuan, who has the highest cultivation level, and the burly man cannot escape the intimidation, as their basic attributes all decrease to varying degrees.

Within their line of sight, Lu Bei rises with a knife in hand, his clothes stained with blood, resembling a demon. The Dark Gold Straight Knife in his hand is covered in bloodlust, and just one glance at it causes a sharp pain in their eyes.

There is an indescribable knife intent that cannot be put into words, but the killing intent is completely released, naked and unable to be concealed.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Bei disappears from his original position, leaving only an afterimage with a cold and sharp blade rushing towards them.

The air emits a sound like the tearing of brocade, a piercing and scalp-tingling screech that makes their heads go numb.

Four seconds.

"Not good! He's a cultivator from the Demon Sect!"

The burly man, greatly stimulated, feels that the blade's aura envelops all the vital points of his body—his heart, lungs, kidneys, and even the back of his neck. He cannot escape being cut in half.

Unable to dodge or defend, he can only face it head-on.

With a low roar, the burly man's face quickly becomes covered in fine scales. His body swells, causing his clothes to bulge, and his sharp claws grab towards the blade in front of his chest.

Monster cultivators have strong physiques, and after awakening their bloodline power, their bones and flesh are as tough as steel, even more solid than rocks.

Bang!

The cold blade and the burly man's eyes bulge out, his steel teeth shatter, and the blade cuts through his ten claws, reducing them to fragments. The momentum does not diminish as it heavily strikes his chest.

The terrifying force oppresses him, turning his clothes in front of his chest into powder. The formidable scale armor shatters, releasing a mist of blood. The clothes on his back explode into pieces, and his tall figure is lifted up for a moment before being thrown away.

The burly man soars high into the air, his muscles twitching uncontrollably, and his bones are torn apart by the relentless force, making crackling sounds like popping beans.

Three seconds.

"Hold on, he can't last much longer."

She Xuan's eyes turn into golden snake pupils, his legs transform into a green snake tail, and he opens his mouth to spit out hundreds of cow hair-thin needles that fly out at high speed.

Too slow.

The afterimage flashes, and Lu Bei appears on the other side. The Liu brothers hurriedly defend themselves, but after a flash of white light, their heads fly high into the air.

At this moment, the other three team members attack together. The three of them are proficient in combined attacks, with fists, palms, and claws used for both offense and defense. Their continuous attacks are impenetrable, like a solid wall pressing down on Lu Bei.

Stepping forward, bending down!

Charging forward, swinging the blade!

Lu Bei dashes forward at high speed, his figure as fast as lightning. The afterimages flicker continuously, and in an instant, he breaks through the encirclement of the three people, creating a bloody path.

The raging blade pressure causes the air to collapse and form an arc, like an ever-enlarging fist. With a rumbling sound, it smashes heavily onto the bodies of the three people.

Their bodies become soft and soar into the air, blood flowing from their seven orifices, their bones feeling like they have been stabbed randomly. With a series of explosions, three blood mists burst open, disappearing before they even hit the ground.

Two seconds.

At this time, the burly man, who was thrown high into the air, finally lands. His body trembles with convulsions, roaring as he charges towards Lu Bei.

Lu Bei locks onto this target the moment the burly man lands. His figure flashes, passing through the three blood mists. Under his high-speed movement, the blood mists roll and elongate, and in the blink of an eye, he appears in front of the burly man.

The blade clears the way.

A dazzling white light splits the burly man's skull vertically.

The burly man instinctively tilts his head, avoiding the choice between being hit by an iron head or a hard blade. The blade swiftly slashes, breaking through his scale armor defense, and then severing his shoulder bone, deeply embedding itself.

The burly man's eyes turn bloodshot, adding injury to injury. His entire body is on the verge of being shattered by the force, blood overflowing from his mouth. He tightly grips the blade with both claws, staring directly at Lu Bei with a ferocious smile.

One second.

She Xuan, like a ghost, appears beside Lu Bei. His hand, covered in dense scales, suddenly reaches out, directly aiming for the ribs under Lu Bei's armpit, exposed due to his hands holding the blade.

With his fierce posture, it seems like he wants to dig out Lu Bei's heart, liver, spleen, and lungs.

Lu Bei's gaze sweeps over, his horse stance steady. He activates the skill 'Dark Tide', pressing down heavily with one hand holding the blade, while the other clenches into a fist and strikes towards She Xuan's wide-open chest.

Come, let's hurt each other!

Lu Bei's eyes sharpen, dressed in blue equipment, completely foregoing defense. But in She Xuan's eyes, this is Lu Bei's final struggle, a fight to the death.

The previous blood spitting couldn't have been faked. She Xuan firmly believes that Lu Bei only has one breath left.

There's no mistake, this is how Demon Cultivators are.

As for whether she could withstand the final blow, She Xuan estimated that her transformed soft body could restrain the fierce boxing technique. By using softness to overcome strength, she could at least reduce more than half of the impact force. At worst, she would risk serious injury.

Trading injuries for life, not a bad deal.

Bang!

Two muffled sounds rang out simultaneously.

She Xuan's claws tore through her clothes, leaving four claw marks on the armor.

Lu Bei's straight punch buried itself in the heavy front armor, fracturing his sternum. The remaining force dispersed, causing the mountains to shake and waves to surge. It also left She Xuan feeling weak all over, her heart stopping for a few moments.

Reset, five seconds over.

She Xuan coughed up blood, her snake pupils contracting into thin lines. Seeing Lu Bei swinging his knife towards her, she suddenly swung her snake tail at the burly man.

The burly man rolled his eyes and fell down, reluctantly crashing into Lu Bei, causing him to stumble. The blade swept off course, leaving a huge gash only on She Xuan's snake tail.

What's going on? How is he getting more energetic the more he fights?

Not dead?

She Xuan was shocked, calling out in pain. Her injuries were too severe to continue fighting, so she used a tactic to temporarily avoid the danger, throwing a smoke bomb and swaying her slender waist and long tail as she moved around.

Despite not having legs, she was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, she reached the exit.

Lu Bei took out a throwing knife and threw it towards the exit. She Xuan heard the wind behind her, her body swaying bonelessly, completely avoiding the projectile. In the moment before the roaring fire exploded, she disappeared into the darkness of the exit.

"What a fierce woman!"

Lu Bei looked towards the exit, checking his personal panel. His health had recovered by more than half, but the fluctuations in his basic attributes made him hesitate, temporarily abandoning the idea of pursuing victory.

"You..."

"What kind of technique is this? Could it be the Soul-Devouring Blood-Stealing Art of the Demon Sect?"

The burly man lay prone on the ground, too heavily injured to stand up. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his voice grew weaker.

Lu Bei pondered for two seconds, the world becoming increasingly real in his eyes. He didn't want to engage in meaningless slaughter, so...

He was conflicted.

The conflict between killing and gaining experience made it difficult to determine which side was nobler or more base in this psychological transformation of human nature. Just then, a voice stood up and shouted at Lu Bei:

"He's in pain. Killing without torturing, give him a quick death!"

Clang!

The straight sword swept past, taking away the last bit of life from the burly man.

Single-handedly killing six people and seriously injuring one, all in just five seconds, Lu Bei returned triumphantly, coming to Zhu Bo's side and reaching up to remove his Universe Bag.

"Brother Lu..."

Zhu Bo was shocked by Lu Bei's ferocity in killing, and after recovering his senses, he smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect that after the struggle between the two sides, it would ultimately be your move... It's better this way. It's better to die at your hands than... Ahh..."

"You talk too much. If you want to die, find someone else. Don't dirty my hands."

Lu Bei poured a bottle of detoxification pill into Zhu Bo's mouth, stopping his self-pity. Then he turned Luo Ban over and similarly fed him a mouthful of detoxification pill.

"How is it? Can it detoxify?"

"The venom of the snake is too powerful. It can't be detoxified in a short time." Zhu Bo lay flat, biting the Hemostasis Pill and applying it to the wound on his back.

"As long as it can save your life. She ran too fast, I couldn't get the detoxification medicine." Lu Bei shrugged, and when he treated Luo Ban's injuries, he found that he was more severely poisoned than Zhu Bo. He muttered to himself, "What a trouble."

"I'll go search their Universe Bags. Maybe there are special medicines. Brother Bo, Luo Big Brother is unconscious, and I'm seriously injured and can't be treated. Only you can try the medicine."

"No problem, I'll give it a try."

Zhu Bo shook his head without arguing, and after a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Brother Lu, are you a Demon Cultivator?"

Lu Bei found several secret techniques of Monster Cultivators in the burly man's Universe Bag. While flipping through them, he explained, "What kind of look is that? I'm a legitimate Dao Cultivator, a positive character."

The speed at which a positive character searches a Universe Bag is far slower than yours.

"Oh, I see..."

Zhu Bo's head hurt, and he scratched it hard, changing the subject, "Brother Lu, you have sharp eyes. You saw that the Liu brothers betrayed us and didn't take the antidote. Otherwise, we would have been doomed this time."

"Of course, those two old guys had shifty eyes. I could tell at a glance that they were rebellious. You can't trust them no matter who you are."

Lu Bei humbly admitted that he was in a hurry to lose blood and use his ultimate move, so how could he have taken the antidote?

Furthermore, the Liu brothers, what kind of people were they? He was even on guard against Zhu Bo, let alone those two small fries.

(End of this chapter)