Chapter 308

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Chapter 308: You Must First Engage the Enemy That Mocks You

Bai Wei struck like lightning, instantly bringing an end to the two demons beside him.

“The tables have turned,” muttered the fish, realizing that the roles of attacker and defender had been reversed.

He looked at the group of demons and said, “Why are you standing there like statues? Come and offer your greetings.”

Smiling Buddha’s roar echoed through the air, “He’s just one person, we have more on our side. The advantage is ours. Everyone, attack and defeat him!”

The demons looked at each other, realizing that the enemy was indeed only Bai Wei, and he appeared fragile and delicate.

The demons of Yingzhou likely had no understanding of the power possessed by a true expert who stands unwavering.

Bai Wei, in that moment, wished he could channel the scenes from the martial arts films he had seen. He imagined placing one foot on a stool, raising a tea cup in one hand, and sipping leisurely. Unfortunately, there was no tea available, so he kicked the stool away and moved toward the group of demons before they could form a solid formation.

With one step forward, he no longer needed to hold back his breath. His heartbeat resumed, blood surged, and his body temperature rose. At the same time, the golden gears within his body engaged with a resounding clang, audible only to him.

He fixed his gaze on a nearby one-eyed demon, extending his hand like a bolt of lightning. His fingers pierced the demon’s eye, ripping it out and tossing it aside before stepping on it, reducing it to a pulpy mess.

In the blink of an eye, his figure flashed as he seized two demons by their heads. With a forceful motion, he brought them together, their skulls crashing into each other with a loud bang, shattering them on impact.

Ghosts cannot be slain by ordinary means; special methods are required to defeat them. Magic must be met with magic. Yet Bai Wei ignored these rules of the cycle of birth and death. He simply crushed the evil demons with his bare hands, proving that his attacks were real, causing real damage.

A towering evil spirit charged at him, swinging a massive fanged club with a roar, “Take this!”

Bai Wei caught the club effortlessly with one hand, channeling the force of the strike through his body’s gears and muscles, and redirected it into the ground, dissipating the impact.

As the earth cracked beneath them, Bai Wei swiftly delivered a powerful kick to the demon’s groin. The giant demon flew into the air, soaring over five meters, its head slamming into the market’s roof.

Before the demon could recover, Bai Wei grabbed its right leg, using the demon as a hammer to crash down onto the ground.

“Give it to me and smash it!” Bai Wei shouted.

The giant demon slammed into the ground, flattening several smaller demons with the impact. Then, like a character in a fairy tale, the giant demon curled into a ball. Bai Wei followed with a swift kick, sending the demon flying toward its doom.

In mere moments, half of the demon crowd was wiped out—some dead, others injured.

Bai Wei didn’t even pause to catch his breath. He brushed the dust from his shoulder and looked at the remaining demons, saying, “Why aren’t you running?”

The cannibalistic demons stood their ground, similar to the Xiongnu when they faced Li Guang and Huo Qubing. It was no longer about trembling knees.

When they realized their foe was a lone warrior capable of annihilating them all, the demons instinctively began to retreat.

These foreign monsters had lived for a long time and knew their lives weren’t worth losing over something as trivial as a mere mouthful of blood.

A large demon cursed Smiling Buddha angrily, “You butcher! You sent us to our deaths while you stand here!”

Under the pressure of an overwhelming enemy, they had no choice but to either flee or turn on one another.

In an instant, the disorganized crowd was utterly helpless.

This horde of demons was like a band of mountain bandits—fearsome and unstoppable when charging down the mountain, but once cornered, they lost their power. Unlike true bandits, who could easily regroup, these demons lacked the courage or necessity to stand and fight. They could always find another mountain to rule. And so, the group of demons disbanded, their bond of self-interest shattered by the appearance of an enemy they could not overcome.

Smiling Buddha stood, staring at Bai Wei, knowing that tonight would likely end in failure. What was worse, he realized that with the arrival of this formidable foe, there was no escaping without consequences.

He couldn’t leave without fighting—it would ruin the credibility of the Hundred Demons Party and jeopardize their plans. This was only the first wave, with more hungry demons and allies arriving.

The great ruler’s plan must not be delayed.

Failure meant death… or something worse.

“I will fight you!” Smiling Buddha shouted, gathering his courage.

With a burst of energy, he drew a large sword from his waist. The sword resembled a horse-cutting blade, but it was only half the usual size.

As the sword came down, it missed its target, instead striking the ground and sending dust and stones flying.

Bai Wei watched Smiling Tu Fo, a nimble and chubby man, as he skillfully wielded the large blade, moving it in a rhythmic dance. As the blades shimmered and rushed toward him, Bai Wei evaded with calm precision, drawing Smiling Tu Fo into attacking in various directions, inadvertently injuring other demons in the process.

Several demons had their limbs severed by the slashes, and as they cursed, Bai Wei quickly decapitated them.

Smiling Buddha wondered why the sword hadn’t been retrieved yet.

In battle, one must think strategically. If Tu Fo were a MOBA player, he would undoubtedly be a mid-laner or jungler, skilled in overall strategy. Though he seemed to be attacking fiercely, Smiling Buddha kept reserves of energy, his true goal being to pressure Bai Wei into retrieving the sword from the Sword Witch.

Once retrieved, he believed he could easily defeat the Sword Witches. But that wasn’t his ultimate goal. He simply wanted to break the enemy’s defense—charging in to save someone, only to fail, left him frustrated.

It was rage, unbridled and fierce.

Though consumed by anger, he retreated, drawing the enemy further into his trap.

Even if the enemy noticed and refused to fall for the trap, it didn’t matter. Once the rescue mission failed, Smiling Buddha would have no reason to remain. Otherwise, he would be trapped in a hopeless situation.

As Tu Fo continued calculating, he realized the opponent was more skilled than he had anticipated—more nimble and cunning. Bai Wei danced under the blade, killing demons and even using the sword to eliminate others.

This opponent was no fool!

Tu Fo made up his mind. It was time to end this. He released his demonic power with a growl, “Watch my blade!”

With a sudden surge of fury, he feigned an attack at Bai Wei, but his real target was the Sword Witch standing behind him.

As if locked onto a target by a sniper rifle, he silently asked, “Will you dodge, or will you block?”

A straight line between two points—what could a mortal use to defend against such precision?

Bai Wei stood firm, his stance unyielding, prepared to block the strike. Smiling Buddha’s heart surged with joy, confident that this strike would land.

“Die for the Lord Buddha!” he shouted as the large blade swung toward Bai Wei’s shoulder.

But instead of striking his intended target, the sword was knocked away.

Bai Wei’s hand gripped the blade’s hilt as if forged from steel, and with a mighty twist, he snapped it in two.

With a swift motion, he turned the broken sword in his hand, driving it into Smiling Buddha’s body.

The blade sank deep, breaking through flesh and bone.

Smiling Buddha’s formidable demonic energy kept him from perishing immediately, but he widened his eyes, attempting to unleash a final burst of power.

Bai Wei delivered a swift kick, severing the connection between head and body, bringing an end to the demon’s life.

The demon’s body, filled with pent-up demonic energy, exploded upon impact, igniting the surrounding marketplace. The demons who had been watching turned to ash in an instant, consumed by black flames.

Soul scattered, spirit dispersed.

Bai Wei lifted the head, still dripping with blood, and said, “To deal with you, I didn’t even need to draw my sword. But… you must first attack this taunting enemy.”

He tossed the head into the bonfire. With a crack, the skull flew into the air, and within seconds, the marketplace was cleared.

The once chaotic scene now lay in ruins—tables and chairs scattered as if an immortal had played here.

Bai Wei clapped his hands, brushing the blood from his sleeve, and drew the Crouching Tiger Sword. The Han Sword trembled in displeasure at being left unsheathed.

[The event has been triggered]

[Feast of a Hundred Ghosts]

[A Night of a Hundred Ghosts, Feast of Flesh]

[Add one more word: The hundred demons were feasted upon]

[Reward: Unknown]

[Note: This time I won’t mooch off you for free, I promise]

Bai Wei sheathed his sword and glanced at the two Sword Witches.

The young man paused and asked, “Should I introduce myself?”