American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Daoist Simu suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he shivered violently. He subconsciously took a step back, struck a defensive pose, and said warily, "Wait a minute, why do I feel like there's something wrong with your expression? What do you want to do?"

Qi Shan's expression was very natural, and his eyes even held a hint of excitement.

"It's nothing, I just feel that it's rare to meet a master like Daoist Simu, and I can't help but feel itchy. Such a secluded place, such a beautiful day, why don't we learn from each other and verify what we've learned!"

"No, no, no!" Daoist Simu waved his hands repeatedly: "Why would there be a fight out of nowhere? I, your Daoist, am just a corpse transporter, doing business. I never fight. If you want to fight, please find someone else!"

"The Daoist's reputation precedes him, and he must have profound skills, so why reject people so coldly."

Qi Shan slowly raised his palm: "It seems that Daoist Simu is a little restrained, then I will take the initiative to attack!"

"Hado #33, Soaring Flames!"

Daoist Simu's eyes widened, almost shattering his glasses.

He didn't even feel any magic power fluctuations on Qi Shan's body. He just casually chanted an incantation, and a concentrated fireball spewed out of his palm for no reason.

What is the principle behind this? It's simply鬼见愁(guǐ jiàn chóu, literally 'ghosts also worry about this')!

"Don't hurt my customers!"

Daoist Simu roared, and the Three Purities Bell in his hand was suddenly thrown out, flying straight into the distance as if pulled by an invisible thread.

The sound of the bell was no longer as leisurely as before, but became anxious and hurried, seeming to carry a hint of urging, sweeping across the tops of the many zombies' heads, and disappearing into the distance in a puff of smoke.

The zombies flew up in unison, leaping more than ten meters away with a sudden jump. Their footsteps were rapid and their figures flickered repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, they had run three or four hundred meters away.

As the Three Purities Bell landed, the sound of the bell stopped. The zombies surrounded the bell in a tight circle, like penguins huddling together for the winter, heads facing inward and butts facing outward, forming a dark and gloomy circle.

They naturally formed a defensive formation.

No sooner said than done, in the blink of an eye, the zombies had already left the battlefield, and Soaring Flames crashed down on Daoist Simu.

Daoist Simu did a backflip, and a peach wood sword appeared in his hand. He twirled the sword, chanting something under his breath. It was unknown what he said, but a white light quickly attached to the blade of the wooden sword.

The sword blade collided with Soaring Flames, and an explosion occurred.

The fireball exploded, smoke rose, and the shock wave oscillated in all directions, shaking the fallen leaves, which fell like rain.

"What the Daoist says is true. I was a little inconsiderate. Then how about this!"

"Bakudo #21, Red Smoke Escape!"

Qi Shan took a deep breath and suddenly spat out a large amount of white smoke. The white smoke quickly dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a white mist that obscured vision.

Daoist Simu waved the peach wood sword in his hand repeatedly, and with a flick of the sword tip downward, a yellow talisman appeared. He chanted something under his breath, and stomped his foot here. The yellow talisman ignited on its own, and an invisible light rippled out, instantly isolating the thick white mist outside of two meters.

"Boy, don't mess around. My customers are still here. If they get hurt later, I won't spare you!"

Qi Shan's voice came: "The Daoist doesn't need to worry, I have deliberately avoided that side, and it's just a tentative exchange, to verify each other's systems. Why is the Daoist so nervous!"

Before he finished speaking, there was another clear reprimand.

"Bakudo #30, Beak Piercing Three Flash!"

Daoist Simu suddenly became alert and suddenly found three transparent rays of light appearing around him.

The light changed from white to gold, condensing into a tangible triangle, like a shuriken, instantly fixing on Daoist Simu's body, fixing his neck and arms in space, unable to move at all.

Daoist Simu was shocked. He was just about to use magic to break the shackles.

He heard another clear reprimand in his ear.

"Bakudo #61, Six-Rod Light Restraint!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Six beams of light appeared out of thin air, horizontally fixing Daoist Simu in the air.

He had been nailed once before by Beak Piercing Three Flash, and this time he was directly hit by Six-Rod Light Restraint. With double restraints, Daoist Simu couldn't move at all this time.

He looked at the golden light shimmering around him, his mouth wide open.

"What is this玩意儿(wán yì ér, literally 'thing')? Why is there no magic power fluctuation at all?"

"Bones of the beasts scattered across the starry sky, spires, red crystals, wheels of steel, movement is wind, stillness is the void, the sound of spears clashing fills the empty city..."

Daoist Simu hadn't recovered yet when he heard the chanting again. From the length of this chant, it could be seen that the power was definitely far greater than the previous casual attacks. Daoist Simu's face turned green, and he shouted quickly: "No more fighting, no more fighting, stop it!"

Qi Shan's voice paused, and then he heard a soft reprimand: "Hado #55, Breakthrough!"

A gust of wind suddenly appeared, not knowing where it came from, but it blew Daoist Simu's face constantly shaking.

The mist that filled the forest was directly blown away by a gust of wind.

The line of sight gradually became clear, and Daoist Simu saw Qi Shan not far away slowly put down his palm.

The golden light pillars that sealed him gradually dissipated, and Daoist Simu regained his freedom. He moved his shoulders, breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something. He looked back and saw his customers huddled tightly together, like Emperor penguins hibernating, without being greatly affected, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You almost killed me, kid!"

Qi Shan said with some regret: "It seems that the Daoist really has no desire to fight!"

"I told you a long time ago, I'm tired after a day of accompanying these customers, jumping and jumping, walking hundreds of miles of mountain roads, day and night, time reversed.

Now all I can think about is getting home as soon as possible and sleeping soundly for three days and three nights. I have no energy to fight with you!"

Daoist Simu said unhappily.

As a Maoshan Daoist, although he runs a corpse transportation business and helps people draw talismans and perform rituals, although it is a service-oriented industry, his essence is proud.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be like an old naughty boy, always unable to get along with the monk next door, and wouldn't feel comfortable without fighting a few times every day.

Although he didn't understand these few moves, it didn't prevent him from facing Qi Shan squarely.

The cultivation world is like this. Only by showing corresponding power will you be regarded as one of your own.

Although Qi Shan's attack was a bit rude, the effect was still achieved!