Chapter 0181 – This Is Not a Climbing Cliff – Absolute Returns

The blazing sun scorched the large martial arts arena, and dozens of Iron Fist disciples were sweating and practicing their boxing skills, while Duan Youqiang, the Devil of Power, stood stolidly in front of them with his hands clasped to his chest.

He is Duan Youqiang, who is known as the “Undefeated Power Devil”, an undefeated and powerful man on the road of martial arts.

Quan Demon was a full head taller than me, his entire body was gnarled with muscles, and his bronze-colored skin was as hard as steel, as if it was difficult for a sword to pierce through. His pair of fists were even more astonishingly large, and it was no exaggeration to say that they were the size of a woman’s head.

If the phrase “armed with a sharp weapon” is the highest praise for a martial arts master, then this phrase could not be more appropriate in the case of Quan Demon.

And there was nothing more impressive than his unruffled face. It’s no exaggeration to say that I’m afraid that all those portraits and sculptures depicting evil demons in this Sect were all created with his face in mind. Whenever I think of the scenes of the Devil Positive War, images of Devil Quan leading the charge and charging into battle will always come to my mind. May I ask how many people in the world would have the courage to look directly at his fierce face?

The Power Demon suddenly turned his head and swept his gaze at me like electricity.

To be honest, I don’t really care what he’s feeling at the moment. It’s just that his face is so horrifying that I still think he wants to fight me at this moment.

Of course, I am not a profiler. In my long journey through life, I have long since realized that it is nonsense to judge a person by his or her appearance. Which of the villains who kill people with a smile and a knife are not hypocrites?

I suppressed the distractions in my mind and respectfully bowed to him.

“Lord Quan Demon, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

However, Devil Quan ignored my greeting and only glanced at me coldly before redirecting his gaze to the Iron Fist disciples who were practicing martial arts. This ignoring attitude of his was undoubtedly showing me his stance.

If it were before, I might have felt my self-esteem damaged because of his rude behavior, but now, I have been able to do it as if my heart was still. I warned myself: don’t be impulsive, don’t be impulsive, hold back for a while.

I knew deep down that he had to have his reasons for being so cold to me.

I silently stepped aside and quietly observed the scene of the Iron Fist disciples practicing martial arts.

Under the hot sun, they struck pose after pose, as motionless as stone statues. It was as if the slightest movement would lead to doom. Come to think of it, under the chilling gaze of the Devil of Power, who would dare to cry out in pain and fatigue?

Despite the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, it was a good thing that no one drew the attention of the Power Demon for making a mistake.

After an unknown amount of time, the disciple standing at the front suddenly let out a low roar, and the rest of the Iron Fist disciples changed their postures with it. They retracted their originally outstretched fists to their waists, and their bodies then turned sideways, their movements neatly organized.

Immediately afterward, they changed into another pose, once again transforming into a silent stone statue. With every movement, they did it meticulously and with excellence.

In my opinion, this is true martial arts practice. Of course, as to how many of them were able to comprehend the deep meaning behind these moves and integrate them, that is unknown.

After an hour, the martial arts practice was finally over.

The Iron Fist disciples dispersed one after another, and Devil Quan also turned away without a word and walked straight to his own place. Until the end, he did not even look at me squarely, will “ignore” the word to the end.

I know in my heart that the reason why he is so cold to me is probably because he has heard the recent rumors about me. And his “silent protest” is not an alternative way of communication.

I couldn’t help but start fantasizing about a big smile on his fierce face, about him talking and laughing with me.

Quan Demon, Quan Demon, if you continue to be so cold to me, I will have to indulge in fantasies.

The next day, I once again went to the Power Demon’s place.

However, today’s situation was the same as yesterday. He only glanced at me coldly, and then continued to observe the Iron Fist disciples practicing martial arts as if no one else was around.

Even though I was once again ignored by him, it was good that no one laughed at me for it. I guess it was probably because they were fearful of the Power Demon, so they obeyed him. However, from another perspective, this was also a side reflection of how disciplined the Iron Fist disciples were. Compared to those Demon Generals I’ve seen before, they were definitely considered to be the most disciplined group of people.

It wasn’t until the end of the martial arts practice that Devil Quan finally opened his mouth and said his first words to me.

“Young Lord.”

Unlike his unruffled face, his voice was unexpectedly gentle. I had expected him to be someone with a low voice and an icy tone, but I didn’t realize that his voice was so soft, as if he was just opening his mouth to make a gag and the one who was actually speaking was the person behind him.

“I wonder why the young lord came yesterday?”

“Could it be that it’s because I disturbed all of you practicing martial arts that Lord Quan Demon is so cold to me?”

After hearing this, Quan Demon didn’t directly answer my question, but turned around and left, leaving behind an inscrutable back. It seems that my answer was not correct. I looked at his distant back and smiled helplessly.

On the third day, I visited the door again.

Although it was me who took the initiative to come and visit, it was actually Quan Demon who was secretly guiding me.

This time, I learned my lesson from the previous two days and purposely avoided the time for martial arts practice, choosing to come to his residence before he practiced. I sat on the railing in front of his residence and quietly waited for him to appear. The passing Iron Fist disciples cast curious glances at me.

Although I was still ignored by the Devil of Power, those Iron Fist disciples treated me with great respect and even had a hidden hint of goodwill. It seems that the person I am today is a different person compared to when I first returned to the Demon Sect.

After a while, Demon Kwon finally came out of the room.

“Young Lord, you’re here.”

He just gave me a faint look and walked forward without a word. Seeing this, I hurriedly got up and followed.

“I’ve figured out that the reason why Lord Quan Demon is so cold to me is because of Big Brother, right? You’ve already decided to support big brother, so you don’t want your resolve to be shaken because of me, right?”

Devil Quan stopped, turned around, looked straight at me with his fierce face, and asked in a deep voice, “Could it be that in your eyes, I, Duan Youqiang, am the kind of person who would disown all his relatives for the sake of the so-called ‘faith’? Those evil devils and foreigners who plagued the world, which one of them is not doing wrong under the banner of ‘faith’?”

His words were really out of my expectation. I originally thought that a person with a strong character like him would never easily change what he had decided.

“So, it’s possible that Lord Power Demon will support me as well?” I asked tentatively.

However, instead of answering my question, the Power Demon closed his eyes once again, as if he didn’t want to continue talking to me.

Seeing this, I could only sigh helplessly, respectfully bowed to him, and said, “I’ll come back to visit Lord Quan Demon tomorrow, and I hope to receive your reply then.”

I could sense that he was deliberately testing me. Otherwise, he could have just rejected my request and told me not to bother him anymore. However, this is good. I believe that as long as I am persistent, I will be able to find the key to unlock his heart one day.

After leaving the East Fist Sect, I hoofed it to the South Sword Sect and went to visit the Blood Heavenly Demoness.

Coincidentally, the Blood Heavenly Demoness was even meditating and meditating in the courtyard at this moment.

“Why do all these Demon Elders like to meditate and meditate today? Could it be that today is some special day? Since that’s the case, it’s good for me to join in the fun.”

I walked over to her and sat down cross-legged just like she did.

The Blood Heavenly Demoness closed her eyes and said quietly, “All day long you know how to dance with swords and guns, now you know how to suffer, right? Don’t know how to deal with those fists and feet?”

I was shocked, not realizing that she had read my mind at a glance.

“How did the Witch-sama learn of this?” I asked curiously.

“Is there any need to ask? The fact that you’ve been frequenting the East Fist Sect lately has long since spread throughout the entire Demon Sect.”