Chapter 209: Cudgel, Come

“Cudgel, come!”

With a beckon, the cudgel came!

Feng Lin let out a bellow, and the fantasy land of demons that had existed for several thousand years was forcefully pushed in by the metal cudgel that was so thick that it was like a heavenly pillar. The sky shattered and the world trembled.

The metal cudgel shrunk with the wind and gradually became three meters long, landing in Feng Lin’s hand. It was round and black with words inscribed on it: ‘Assume one’s ideal form based on one’s intentions!’

Feng Lin held onto the metal cudgel, and his disposition changed drastically. His body that was seemingly thin and small appeared like a towering hill. He was unmoving like a mountain that was suppressing the mortal world, like a god or a demon.

Looking at the army of demons that were like surging waves, he laughed coldly. With a leap, he advanced forth and jumped into the army of demons, going through a great massacre.

Feng Lin landed amongst the sea of demons, swinging the cudgel to create a gust of typhoon. All the demons were crushed by the sweeping cudgel.

Wherever he passed by, blood and flesh would fly. He continued to advance forward. Once the demon landed within his reach, they would instantly dissipate.

The cudgel was as heavy as Mt. Tai, and Feng Lin took on the army of demons fiercely, scaring and throwing them off their feet.

Seeing that he was brimming with a fierce disposition, Fuuma Taro was also greatly astonished. “Everyone, attack together and kill him!” The remaining Japanese could only watch as that god-like figure caused a great massacre amidst the demons. He was unstoppable. All of them trembled from fright, not daring to take a step forward.

“Arrghhh!”

A Japanese cried out agonizingly, having his body broken from the waist. Walking forward like an Asura, Fuuma Taro held onto a demon sword. He said fiercely, “If you don’t attack, then die!”

Before the threat of death, these Japanese finally gritted their teeth and utilized all sorts of techniques.

Some of them were like ninjas, concealing themselves in the darkness, shooting out their kunais and shurikens, or swinging their daggers. Some of them were like samurais, holding onto their blades with both hands and slashing out head-on. Some of them were like onmyoujis, forming seals with both hands and utilizing all sorts of amulets and curses…

Feng Lin suddenly became the common enemy of the demons and Japanese, and countless attacks blasted toward him like a rain of meteors.

Wu wu wu…

Strong gales howled.

Feng Lin waved the cudgel about, bringing forth wind to form a barrier that prevented everything from passing through, fending off all attacks outside. There was nothing that could break through the cudgel’s defense.

“Big, big, big!” He shouted out and spirit waves gushed into the cudgel. It rapidly grew bigger, becoming a thick metal pillar that was over 100 meters long. It swept out, breaking the mountains in its path and stopping the waterflow where it passed through. Anything that obstructed his way would be crushed into dregs.

Some of the Japanese couldn’t dodge in time and were swept by it into a pile of crushed meat paste.

“Damn it!” Fuuma Taro’s eyes were flushed red. These people were all the budding talents of Japan. They were the most precious wealth of their country, and each death or injury would be a tremendous loss.

He was overcome by his fury. The demonic aura seethed, encompassing him and forming a typhoon. Once again, the human and the blade became one, slashing out with a deadly demonic aura.

Demonic Wind Death Slash!

He turned into a gust of wind, instantly releasing a myriad of slashes. As the glow from the blade crossed, they formed a net that kept on spinning non-stop. Anything that landed within it would be instantly slashed into atomic-size pieces.

“Transform!” Feng Lin threw a glance over, appearing to be unbridled and grinning coldly. He swung his hand, and the cudgel broke out from his grasp, instantly forming countless clones. The entire place was filled with cudgel shadows, clashing non-stop with the sword light.

Clanking sounds rang out incessantly in the air.

Sword light and cudgel shadows intermingled in the chaos.

“Grow for Ol’ Sun! Grow, grow, grow!” Feng Lin held the cudgel in his hand and let out an enraged bellow. The cudgel once again changed. Feng Lin swung it with his hand, waving it in a circular manner and sweeping everything in its way.

The demons were crushed into dregs, and an apparent empty space appeared amongst the massive army. Even Fuuma Taro was sent flying out, smashing into the ground and sinking in deeply, unable to get himself out even after a very long time had passed.

Feng Lin felt increasingly exhilarated as he fought, and his actions became increasingly fierce. He performed his great cudgel art that was ever-changing and possessed endless profoundness, sweeping through the army.

The entire place was filled with cudgel shadows and as the cudgel swept out, everything turned into dust.

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“This person’s surname is Sun?” Fuuma Taro ran out from Feng Lin’s area of attack with great difficulty, and many cracks appeared on his metal armor. His face was filled with great astonishment.

(Could this person be from Huaxia?)

(Moreover, his surname was Sun!)

(How did he come to the mythological secret realm of our Japanese’s myths and legends?)

(How did such a terrifying cultivator appear on Earth?)

…

He found it hard to understand and could only watch in a daze as Feng Lin demonstrated his great prowess on the battlefield, creating great havoc in the fantasy land of demons. The cudgel kept on transforming, and the myriad of demon army couldn’t withstand it either. The terror of death was overwhelming and all of them fled in all directions, wanting to leave this fiend as far as possible.

The space around Feng Lin suddenly become very empty. He took his stand while holding onto the cudgel, and laughed out loud in exhilaration with a great heroic spirit.

Fuuma Taro’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the cudgel in Feng Lin’s hands. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he thought it to be. Other than a difference in size, its shape was clearly like their Divine Pillar of Japan!

(Could this person have managed to refine our national treasure?)

(Then wouldn’t it mean that our Japan will no longer have the support from the Divine Pillar and will be sliding toward the Mariana Trench ?)

…

At the thought of this, his expression became completely savage.

The Divine Pillar of Japan was Japan’s lifeline. If their country were to slide into the Mariana Trench, where would the countless Japanese go?

This affected the lives of all Japanese. His eyes were bloodshot, and he started to fight with his life on the line!

Fuuma Taro gritted his teeth and suddenly leaped, amassing all of his powers into the demon sword.

An ominous blood-red color dyed the demon sword. It was filled with a great massacre aura and was extremely horrifying, having a killing intent of wanting to exterminate everything.

As the human and blade became one, he leaped high in the air and performing his greatest technique—Wildwind Saber Flash!

Sword light came slashing down, wiping out all signs of life.

However, Feng Lin was impatient. He raised his eyelids. “Scram for Ol’ Sun!”

“Grow! Grow! Grow! …” His spirit force channeled into the cudgel, growing rapidly. It took its stand in the ground, gradually becoming like a towering pillar that shot out toward the sky and crashing fiercely toward Fuuma Taro.

(What?!)

Fuuma Taro’s sword light hadn’t landed when he was sent flying by the huge cudgel.

A ‘kacha’ sound rang out!

His countenance changed drastically and the demon sword in his hand became filled with cracks, about to shatter into pieces.

“This world is really small! This Ol’ Sun feels really stuffed here!” There was contempt shown in Feng Lin’s golden eyes, and he didn’t pay any heed to the bunch before him whom he had defeated. He hadn’t had enough of the battles and suddenly raised his head to look toward the sky. He grabbed onto the cudgel with both hands, soared into the sky, assumed an arching position and smashed with full strength onto the void!

Boom!

Under the cudgel, there was the sound of shattering glass that caused a series of ripples. Space shattered, revealing a black hole and endless black water that came gushing down, drowning the entire mythological secret realm. Countless demons frantically escaped.

Feng Lin didn’t throw another glance and did a somersault, turning into a lump of golden light that disappeared within this narrow world.

“This Ol’ Sun is out again! Hahaha…”

(Why did he say ‘again’?)

The golden monkey swung the massive cudgel…

The foul atmosphere cleared up to become crystal-clear!