Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 677 - 100: I’ve seen this trick many times before

Wang Yunxiao cleaved through the flowers in front of him with a single strike.

Petals shattered, countless red strings immediately flooded his field of vision.

Where’s the robot? Where did that giant robot go?

The moves of this red-clothed woman ghost before him made him feel an unprecedented disgust.

Imagine, if you will, you’re a martial arts master, your treasured blade is a weapon of a hundred battles. What you desire most is to find an opponent worthy of battling you, to let your treasured blade joyously drink of your adversary’s flesh and blood in a spirit of self-forgetful combat, or, at the very least, to swing the blade in a parry, feeling the pleasure of metal clashing and scraping.

After much difficulty, you find an opponent, but what you draw from the sheath turns out to be a magical girl transformation stick.

Now, the situation is reversed.

Wang Yunxiao, full of martial prowess that he cannot display, faces an opponent using obnoxious tactics like those of a drunken monkey.

I can’t cut through these red strings!

They’re not isolated strings but dense like hair.

Imagine the rippling wheat fields in the golden autumn harvest; that’s about what it looked like.

Wang Yunxiao’s slice severed countless red strings at their roots. Only then could he catch a glimpse of his adversary’s figure hidden in the red ocean. But by the time he charged forward, new red strings had rapidly regrown.

If he had the true Sword of Impermanence in hand, he was confident he could have swept away this monstrous sorcery in one move. But the Sword of Impermanence he mimicked could only sever the red strings and not entirely break the sorcery.

The opponent, too, was an experienced old fox, not at all like the foolish red-clothed woman ghosts in the movies, good for nothing but scares. Her agility was peculiarly uncanny, and she did not care for her own image at all, darting and weaving with grace afforded by the red strings, casually strolling over the tip of Wang Yunxiao’s blade.

Are you filled with Dove chocolate? So smooth!

Wang Yunxiao, momentarily careless, was nearly seduced into jumping off a cliff.

This place was not a crossroads in the real world with asphalt roads.

As soon as he burst in, he realized he’d fallen into some sort of bizarre outer dimension, surrounded by green hills and waters, white clouds all around, like a fairyland.

Where there are mountains, naturally, there are cliffs.

The opponent, relying on the pull and drag of the red strings, was able to move as flexibly as Spider-Man.

Wang Yunxiao was shaken for a moment, stepped into the air, and directly plummeted down.

But Wang Yunxiao was not some greenhorn, not panic-stricken even in this bind, flipping his body, his ten fingers fiercely dug into the cliff face, and after stabilizing, he leaped back up with a somersault.

In his line of sight, all was blood-red, the red-clothed woman ghost’s sharp claws silent as they passed through the red strings, launching an attack toward his carotid artery.

Wang Yunxiao, with keen senses and alert to all directions, caught the stealthy claw with a backhand grip, and both exerted force at the same time.

Those nails, made of who knew what material, dug stubbornly into the back of his hand, nearly severing the tendons of his fingers.

Wang Yunxiao, however, was unfazed.

Finally caught you!

Gripping the opponent’s arm tightly, Wang Yunxiao raised his head to gather strength, delivering a headbutt toward her face while his right hand, fingers closed together, formed the Sword of Impermanence, thrusting down forcefully toward her chest.

However, the female ghost seemed to be prepared; her other hand wrapped around Wang Yunxiao’s arm in an extremely odd posture, her sharp nails jabbing at the tender muscles on the inside of his arm, instantly scattering much of the force Wang Yunxiao put into his sword swing.

I’ve seen this move before! Where have I seen it?

Wang Yunxiao prided himself on his good memory, reasoning that such peculiar Qimen martial arts, once seen, would be unforgettable.

A feeling of familiarity struck, but he just couldn’t recall.

And then... the woman ghost’s head flew off.

Wang Yunxiao: "???"

I’ve truly never seen this move before!

Are you a Lego product? I just bump you, and your head flies off?

What kind of scam is this!

No, that’s not right!

Watching as the headless corpse in front of him suddenly lost strength and collapsed to the ground, Wang Yunxiao instantly realized that this guy was pulling a "Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell" trick!

Thinking you can come and go as you please? Did I say you could leave?

Wang Yunxiao roared loudly and leapt into the air with all his might, his fingers interlocking in front of him.

Qigong Cannon... no, that’s too old of a joke, it’d just make people laugh.

But when Wang Yunxiao first learned this move from the boxing manual, he thought the starting posture was exactly the same as the killing technique used by that three-eyed hunk from the comics he read as a kid.

The Mount Hua Martial Arts among the Five Mountains Martial Arts, though it’s called a boxing technique, has nothing to do with actual boxing. Any single move feels like it could induce second-hand embarrassment from a case of teenage edginess.

When Wang Yunxiao was practicing this technique, he was puzzled. Had the President, when writing this, been high? Take a good look at what you’ve written. Do you plan to kill your enemies with cringeworthy acting?

Only after advancing today did he realize his own ignorance and crudeness.

To execute Mount Hua Martial Arts, one must combine it with the "Hundred Battles Divine Weapon".

Left hand as the blade, right hand as the sword, merging the two, a dazzling radiance burst forth between Wang Yunxiao’s interlocked fingers.

Mount Hua Martial Arts · Splitting Mountains to Rescue Mother!

Raising both hands above his head, he bowed towards the front, and a terrifying sword qi burst forth from his body!

Sword scars ripped across the earth, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to split in an instant.

I told you to run!

Run then!

Swift as a Thousand-Mile Wolf!

Wang Yunxiao leaped forward, arriving at the endpoint of the extended sword scar.

He could feel that he definitely struck something, but it might not have been that head.

As the dust settled, the figure of a girl appeared amidst the rubble, her clothes in disarray and her body covered in fresh blood.

The earlier sword strike almost bisected her at the waist, with blood gushing out and soaking her dress in red.

Li Mumu struggled to lift her head, her face filled with terror as she looked towards Wang Yunxiao, trying to speak.

Wang Yunxiao swung his hand back with a slash.

I’ll believe you, my ass! How could Eldest Miss Li possibly be here!

The girl’s head soared high up, transforming into countless droplets of silvery-white liquid metal that scattered in all directions.

Splattering all over Wang Yunxiao’s face.

Ptui—!

Wang Yunxiao wiped his face and spat, ejecting whatever landed in his mouth.

What did I say, just because they have the same face, does it mean they are the same person?

I’ve seen plenty of tricks like this!

No... wait... this is not that Red-Clothed Woman Ghost!

Wang Yunxiao abruptly turned his head, only to see the red-clothed corpse that had collapsed earlier shakily stand up, reaching somewhere to fish out a head and plonk it onto her neck with a wet squelch.

That face of hers... um...

It’s no fun if you play it like this.

Li Mumu had just attached her head, and before she could even straighten her spine, she saw that lunatic turning around and charging at her again.

Not tired of this yet, huh?

Alright, alright, I’ll give you a serious fight.

Seeing that this madman was unwilling to let her go, a nameless rage ignited in Li Mumu’s heart, and seizing the collar of her dress, she tore her red longevity gown open with a rip.

Divine Technique: Heaven and Earth as One!