Is It Wrong to Bully the Novice Village for System Rewards?

Chapter 247: Six-Armed Asura, Baji Iron Mountain Lean

BANG! A brutal whip kick slammed squarely into the humanoid tower spirit’s face. In that same fraction of a second, the terrifying, explosive kinetic energy coiled within the strike detonated.

CRACK! Accompanied by the sickening crunch of shattering bone, the peak Dao Integration realm tower spirit crumpled to the floor, dissolving into wisps of green smoke.

Qi Yuan exhaled a slow breath of stale air. His face was a shade paler than usual, but his eyes burned with the intensity of dying stars. An aura of heart-stopping sharpness radiated from his very bones.

After endless rounds of brutal, close-quarters slaughter, his entire temperament had sharpened. He felt like a peerless, ancient blade finally unsheathed—one that could cleave the heavens and terrorize the earth.

“Floor 899 cleared,” Qi Yuan muttered, his gaze narrowing as he looked toward the stone steps leading upward. “The next one is nine hundred. If the scaling pattern holds, I’ll be looking at a Tribulation Crossing realm mob…”

The real challenge was just beginning.

He had thoroughly researched the trial mechanics beforehand, so he knew exactly what reaching this floor meant. The all-time high score for the demonic tower trial belonged to the current Sect Leader, Shen Honglian. Centuries ago, with the bearing of a peerless genius, she had fought her way to the 660th floor with a single sword, stunning the entire world.

He had already smashed her record into the dirt. He was currently treading in uncharted territory.

Even if he crushed his teleportation token and tapped out right now, he’d go down in the Sect’s history books as an absolute legend, raking in oceans of Spirit Stones and a mountain of Counterattack Points.

But… giving up halfway and willingly tapping out would be a massive waste of his perfectly primed battle lust.

Like the old saying goes: Since I’m already here… wouldn’t it be a shame not to see where his absolute limit was? If he quit now, he’d probably wake up in the middle of the night just to slap himself.

“Let’s go.”

His eyes hardened with resolve. He walked toward the stairs and began the ascent to the 900th floor.

……

Moluo God-Slaughtering Tower.

Floor 900.

The acrid stench of sulfur assaulted his nostrils. Qi Yuan frowned, scanning the vast, dimly lit chamber. A thick, crimson mist hung heavy in the air. At the center of the bloody fog stood a pitch-black statue.

It depicted a hideous, ghostly demon with wildly disheveled hair. It possessed six arms, each protruding with jagged, razor-sharp bone spikes. It was the absolute picture of a nightmare.

The Asura Clan!

Qi Yuan’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately recognized the monster. The Asuras were a terrifying race that dominated the ancient Primordial World, globally infamous for their tyrannical strength and unquenchable bloodlust. They were born war-machines, fanatically aggressive and entirely untamable. Only endless slaughter could soothe their madness.

Crack—Crack—

Right on cue, the dormant statue began to shudder. The pitch-black stone shell rapidly peeled away, revealing a terrifying, blood-soaked entity radiating a suffocating, baleful aura.

“Outsider!”

With a roar dripping with bottomless hatred and fury, the red-haired, ghost-faced Asura snapped its eyes open. Two beams of bloody light pierced through the crimson mist, locking directly onto the uninvited guest.

Feeling the sheer, unadulterated killing intent in that gaze, Qi Yuan’s muscles involuntarily tensed. Yet, there wasn’t a speck of fear in his eyes—only the wild thrill of a gamer finding a hidden boss.

Whoosh!

Without wasting another breath on pleasantries, the Asura tower spirit blitzed toward Qi Yuan like a crimson thunderbolt. A bizarre sea of blood mist erupted from its pores as its six arms swung wildly, tearing through the air with a deafening screech as it clawed down at him.

Qi Yuan’s feet dug into the floor like plows. He smoothly shifted his stance, perfectly dodging the barrage. Cocking his arm back, he used his palm like a spear. His joints popped like firecrackers as he chopped brutally into one of the Asura’s forearms.

CLANG!

A massive, metallic ringing echoed out. Qi Yuan felt a violent shockwave travel up his arm, forcing him back several steps just to disperse the monstrous recoil.

Damn, this guy is built like a tank!

Though internally startled, the Grandmaster-level Baji Quan instincts were etched right into his marrow. Retreating simply wasn’t in the moveset.

Capitalizing on the Asura’s momentary stagger, Qi Yuan stomped hard, exploding forward with the ‘Fierce Tiger Climbing a Hard Mountain’ stance. Channelling every ounce of kinetic energy in his body, he launched a devastating bow-step punch aimed straight for the monster’s throat.

The Asura flashed a psychotic grin. Six razor-sharp bone spikes violently detached from its arms, shooting toward Qi Yuan at point-blank range like armor-piercing artillery shells.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Facing this inescapable wall of death, Qi Yuan’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. If he committed to the punch, he might crush its throat, but he’d instantly be turned into a human pincushion.

He wasn’t about to trade his life for a mob. He instantly aborted the attack and yanked himself backward, contorting his spine like a viper. He left behind a blur of afterimages as he danced through the lethal barrage.

Squelch!

Despite his flawless evasion, one of the spikes clipped his shoulder, tearing a shallow bloody gash across his flesh.

The Asura Clan truly lived up to its title as a supreme battle race. Even completely stripped of Qi, its pure melee combat was this disgusting!

Any lingering thoughts of underestimating this floor evaporated from Qi Yuan’s mind.

“Die!” Qi Yuan barked.

He threw himself back into the meat grinder. His body drew taut like a fully drawn bow; his fists struck like thunder, his footwork pounded like war drums. He cranked the Baji Quan intents to the absolute maximum.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In the blink of an eye, the man and the Asura devolved into a blurry sphere of ultra-violence. The sickening thuds of fists shattering against flesh echoed endlessly within the sealed chamber.

……

Outside the tower, the Demonic Cultivators were losing their minds. Those with weaker cultivation bases could only see two blurry afterimages—one tall, one short—colliding at blinding speeds within a vortex of bloody qi. It was like watching two primordial beasts tear each other apart.

“Hiss… To think a Tribulation Crossing realm Asura would spawn on the nine hundredth floor! That monster Big Qi has finally hit a wall!”

“If he actually survives this, he’s guaranteed first place. The bloody bookmakers are going to be bankrupt after this…”

“I didn’t know close-quarters combat could look this terrifying! It’s completely unheard of!”

“I used to think body cultivators were just brain-dead meatheads. I was so blind! Watching this is ten times more entertaining than seeing two Cultivators chuck fireballs at each other!”

“Right?! I’m getting pumped just watching this!”

The Demonic Cultivators chattered excitedly, fully feeling they had gotten their money’s worth. Only those with personal ties to Qi Yuan stared at the projection with solemn, anxious expressions.

……

Back inside the tower.

Qi Yuan had been backed into a corner. His entire field of vision was swamped by the six-armed Asura’s relentless barrage; there was no angle to break out.

“Die!” The Asura spat, its voice a gravelly, demonic rasp straight out of the abyss, dripping with sadistic glee.

Its grotesque face twisted into a sneer as its six arms snapped forward like vipers, bypassing Qi Yuan’s guard and violently binding his limbs.

“Jie jie jie…” The Asura cackled madly, instantly tightening its iron grip. It prepared to crush the annoying human into a pulp of shattered bones and meat.

Caught in an inescapable death-hug, Qi Yuan didn’t even blink. He just let out an exaggerated, deeply bored sigh.

“Are you kidding me? Is this all your vaunted Asura Clan knows how to do? Grab and squeeze?” Qi Yuan scoffed, his tone flat and utterly unimpressed. “If you don’t have any new mechanics to show me, you can just go ahead and die.”

“What?” The Asura, evidently possessing enough sentience to understand getting trash-talked, froze. Its demonic pride instantly ignited into a blazing fury. “You lowly ant! How dare you insult a great warrior of the Asura Clan—”

It didn’t get to finish.

Countless eerie runes suddenly flared to life within Qi Yuan’s eyes. The blood in his veins boiled, turning into liquid fire. A terrifying, tectonic force—like a detonating volcano—erupted from his body, instantly snapping the Asura’s six-armed hold like dry twigs.

“Iron Mountain Lean!”

Qi Yuan dropped his shoulder. His spine arched like a true dragon before snapping forward, throwing his entire bodily mass into a devastating, meteor-like shoulder tackle directly into the Asura’s chest. It was a strike heavy enough to shatter mountains and rattle the heavens.

BOOM!

The deafening shockwave blew out the surrounding bloody mist. The supposedly indestructible Asura was instantly pulverized into a fine red paste, evaporating into the void.

Qi Yuan didn’t even pause to admire his handiwork. He brushed off his shoulder, darted past the dissipating mist, and sprinted up the next flight of stairs.

Floor 901.

As he stepped onto the landing, he immediately spotted another pitch-black statue. Unsurprisingly, the next mob was another Asura.