32: Chapter 32 Fighting Beyond His Level, Severing One of His Arms

After a while, seeing that the opponent still would not appear, Lu Siye intentionally left some resentment-filled ghost mist unabsorbed.

A layer of frost slowly formed on his body, and his Qi and blood began to become somewhat unstable.

"Kid, next life, if you encounter this situation, remember to bring your brain. Hehehe~" A mocking voice came from all around.

Whoosh~

Amidst the sky-filling black mist, a black shadow approached silently, and a withered, cyan-black palm was raised behind Lu Siye.

Lu Siye seemed to have discovered something; he quickly turned around, raised the blazing blood saber in his hand, and intended to slash down.

"You're too late!" the black-mist figure said sinisterly.

A heavy, powerful palm strike instantly landed on Lu Siye's chest, and the extremely cold Yin Qi instantly froze his internal organs.

"Not too late, I've got you!" A glimmer of golden light flashed in the depths of Lu Siye's eyes, and he instantly raised his hand to grab the opponent's wrist.

Oh no!

The black-mist figure reacted immediately, realizing he had actually been tricked.

He immediately tried to withdraw his hand, but his wrist was firmly gripped by Lu Siye. With his terrifying, immense strength, even the black-mist figure, who was one Realm higher, could not break free.

"Die!" Lu Siye roared.

Endless waves of Qi erupted from his pores, instantly dispersing the surrounding ghost mist and revealing the black-mist figure's withered, cyan-black face beneath the black mist.

His massive, scorching Qi and blood, along with his pure Northern Underworld Internal Energy, were poured without reservation into the blazing blood saber.

The mysterious patterns on the blade erupted with unprecedented light, and the snow-white blade was stained with streaks of blood-red. Then, Lu Siye swung the blade and slashed down fiercely.

Swish~

"Ah~"

A shrill scream rang out. The black-mist figure flew backward, leaned against a street lamp, clutched his shoulder with the smooth severed stump, and looked at Lu Siye with venomous eyes.

Lu Siye had only managed to grab the opponent's wrist. Aside from the hand he was holding, he was not confident that a strike anywhere else would not miss.

Therefore, this strike was aimed at the opponent's shoulder, and the result was that it directly sliced off the black-mist figure's arm at the root.

After this strike landed, although the black-mist figure had suffered heavy injuries, Lu Siye's condition was also not very good.

The Northern Underworld Internal Energy in his Dantian was completely dried up, leaving only the Northern Underworld Origin True Qi, which had grown a circle larger than before, spinning around like a lonely person.

It would probably take a few days to recover.

His Qi and blood were also significantly weakened, and waves of stinging pain came from within his body; this was the consequence of overexerting his Qi and blood.

"You deserve to die!" The black-mist figure's pair of blood-colored eyes stared fixedly at him, as if wanting to carve Lu Siye's image into his mind.

He could not believe at all that one day he would almost lose his life at the hands of a half-step Night Wanderer.

Pfft!

Suddenly, a faint sound like a bubble bursting came to his ears, and then the surrounding environment changed. The previously silent street suddenly filled with the sound of car horns and summer cicadas.

The Ghost Wall was broken!

In an instant, Lu Siye knew what had happened, and he could not help but show a victorious smile.

Compared to Lu Siye's smile, the black-mist figure's face was so dark it could almost drip water.

He glanced at the arm by Lu Siye's feet, and with his other hand, he beckoned toward a certain spot behind him. A black shadow flashed by and merged into his body.

"Next time we meet, this Star Lord will surely kill you." After saying this, he turned into a gust of black mist and dove into a sewer entrance by the roadside.

"Heh! Star Lord? More like a rat." Lu Siye looked at the black mist disappearing into the sewer and sneered.

Not long after, Lu Siye sensed an extremely scorching Qi and blood fluctuation in the distance, approaching rapidly.

His tense mind relaxed, and his exhausted body could no longer support his standing posture, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

With a clatter, the blazing blood saber fell beside him.

The Yin Qi in his chest, which had previously been suppressed, could no longer be contained and suddenly erupted, freezing all the blood around him.

His Internal Energy was now nearly dried up, and he was powerless to absorb this highly pure Yin Qi.

A few seconds later, a golden light descended from the sky. Scorching yet not violent Yang Qi swept across the entire street, evaporating all the Yin Qi.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a tall, muscular man who looked like an iron tower.

The person who arrived was none other than the person in charge of supernatural incidents in the West District of the Tianhai City Evil Suppression Bureau, a master of the third Realm of Night Wanderer, and captain of the Metal Squad: Meng Jianmin.

"Hey! Why is it you, kid?"

Meng Jianmin looked around, saw Zhuang Xiaoman in a deep sleep in the corner, and then saw Lu Siye lying on the side of the street, looking as if his oil was exhausted and his lamp was drying out.

Meng Jianmin hurriedly ran over, helped Lu Siye up from the ground, and then asked.

"I just sensed a Yin Qi fluctuation at the level of a Fierce Ghost. Where is that Fierce Ghost?"

Lu Siye opened his mouth, but with his lungs frozen, let alone speaking, even breathing was difficult. He could only stretch out a finger and point with difficulty at his chest.

Meng Jianmin looked at Lu Siye's ghastly pale face, then looked down at his chest, which was cyan-black and emitting bursts of cold air.

"Good grief, you've taken a palm strike from a Fierce Ghost." The experienced Meng Jianmin saw it at a glance.

He extended his fingers, which were a segment thicker than a normal person's, and tapped several Acupoints on Lu Siye's chest, channeling Yang Qi into him.

Lu Siye could clearly perceive that the Yin Qi in his chest, under the siege of the Yang Qi, was instantly routed and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The blood in his chest began to flow again, and the feeling of suffocation dissipated significantly.

"Haa~ Huff~" Lu Siye took a deep breath, then exhaled it.

Finally, much more comfortable!

Meng Jianmin saw that although Lu Siye had recovered a bit, his face was still ghastly pale.

He gritted his teeth, took out a small porcelain bottle from a cloth bag by his thigh, and poured out a dark red Medicinal Pill from it.

"You kid, you're getting a bargain!" Meng Jianmin said with a pained expression, then stuffed the Medicinal Pill into Lu Siye's mouth.

Once the Medicinal Pill entered his body, Lu Siye felt a gentle surge of Qi and blood rise from within, like a babbling brook, gently nourishing his dried-up Qi and blood.

Good stuff!

Lu Siye's eyes lit up, and his gaze towards Meng Jianmin held a bit more heat and gratitude.

"Hey, what kind of look is that, kid? I don't have any predilection for Dragon Yang." Meng Jianmin felt a chill and stepped back two meters with a look of disgust.

"By the way, where is the Fierce Ghost?" Meng Jianmin asked after seeing that Lu Siye was no longer in danger of losing his life.

"Ran away! Ran through the sewer." Lu Siye picked up the blazing blood saber, supported himself, and stood up. "However, the opponent wasn't a Fierce Ghost, but a Star Lord from The Net."

"The Net! Those damn rats crossing the street." A trace of killing intent flashed in Meng Jianmin's eyes.

"By the way, which Star Lord was it?"

"Don't know, he didn't reveal it himself." Lu Siye shook his head. "However, I kept one of his arms."

Lu Siye took out a cyan-black arm from behind him and handed it to Meng Jianmin.

Meng Jianmin took the arm, looked at it, squeezed it, and said: "The flesh is cyan-black, hard as iron; it seems to be 'Sealing a Ghost into the Body', no doubt. Judging by the purity of the Yin Qi, it should be the strength of the first Realm of Night Wanderer, or rather, the strength of a low-level Fierce Ghost. Strictly speaking, the opponent can no longer be considered a person."

Finally, Meng Jianmin asked again: "By the way, did that person have any distinctive features?"

"He was entirely cyan-black, shaped like a skeleton, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of black mist." Lu Siye said.

"So it was him. A rat is a rat. Four years later and he hasn't made any progress, still just the strength of the first Realm of Night Wanderer." Meng Jianmin seemed to know the black-mist figure, his tone filled with disdain.

"Brother Meng, do you know that person?"

"More than just know him. Four years ago, when he had just become a Star Lord of The Net, he was clamoring to kill Night Wanderers of the Evil Suppression Bureau, but ended up running into me, who had just become a Night Wanderer."

"If it weren't for the fact that his black mist is indeed convenient for escaping, and that Martial Artists aren't good at tracking, he would have died long ago!"

"By the way, his title in The Net is—Hei Ming!"