Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

Chapter 778: Daoist Techniques

After making a correction to his assessment of Stiller in his heart, A-Yin immediately adjusted his cultivation technique as well.

Both his breathing frequency and the circulation of his true energy changed in an instant, smoothly transitioning into a different cycle of internal operation.

With a long exhale of turbid air, A-Yin’s movements in the air abruptly shifted.

He still wielded the long halberd, but compared to his earlier wide, powerful, and heavy-handed rapid assault, his current style became much more cunning and swift.

His strikes were vicious and seasoned, a three-chain combination of chops and thrusts all aimed directly at Stiller’s vital points.

Although Stiller swiftly deflected everything with his short staff, the final thrust nearly pierced through his lower abdomen—the situation was already extremely perilous.

“Demon-Subduing Nineteen Forms, Seventh Form: Bee Stinger.”

On the spectator stand, Old Zhou watched A-Yin’s movements and called out the exact technique he was using.

“That move is specifically designed to hit opponents with strong physiques, great strength, and who can’t be easily killed…”

As Old Zhou spoke, Xiaoyun rubbed her chin.

“Demon-Subduing Nineteen Forms—you know it too, right?”

“Yeah, I picked it up by secretly learning during sparring with the chief disciple of Demon-Subduing Martial School. But my practice is rough, and you have to adjust the forms based on the opponent’s habits—too much brainpower, so I don’t use it much,” Old Zhou admitted frankly. “Still… this kid seems to execute it even better than that chief senior brother.”

“If he used the Seventh Form with a long weapon, he definitely wouldn’t be able to pull off this level of agility and ruthlessness… or even switch his mental technique so smoothly.”

Old Zhou said, a look of admiration appearing on his face. “No wonder he’s known as Order’s strongest Second Tier!”

At the same time, in Order’s section, the Grandmaster couldn’t help but praise A-Yin as well.

“Absolutely beautiful. People who train both Daoist arts and martial arts always move so gracefully. Using Xuanji Transformation as the mental technique to drive martial arts moves is far superior to Demon-Subduing Martial School’s own Eight-Sided Bright King mental technique… Although it sacrifices some effect of tempering the body through qi and blood, so his physical strength is definitely inferior to same-tier martial artists, his movements are much smoother.”

By now, Stiller and A-Yin had both landed on the ground. With the switch to a targeted cultivation technique, A-Yin had completely suppressed Stiller.

Although the iron halberd was long and heavy, in A-Yin’s hands it was as agile and tricky as a wasp—as unbelievable as Zhang Fei doing embroidery or Li Kui spinning yarn.

Stiller was no slouch, but under this targeted assault, he could only remain on the defensive.

“Sure enough, even without acupoints, they still have a heart and brain,” A-Yin thought to himself as he pressed the attack relentlessly. “So… there are benefits to having a humanoid opponent, too.”

After a few exchanges, he had already driven Stiller to the edge of a cliff.

But the iron halberd wasn’t truly the best weapon for the Bee Stinger form, so although Stiller was thoroughly battered, his explosive potential, supported by quick reflexes and the boost of emotional energy, still allowed him to hold on.

And A-Yin knew better than anyone that his opponent wasn’t just Stiller.

“That woman from the Psychological Society is plotting something, but… I have to take this guy down immediately.”

With that thought, A-Yin thrust the long halberd straight toward Stiller’s face with a single-handed lunge!

The move was incredibly fast, but not as tricky as before, so Stiller naturally blocked it.

But…

A-Yin’s goal was exactly for him to block it.

This thrust was meant to buy a single moment of time and… free up one of A-Yin’s hands!

“Bang!”

A-Yin’s now-free hand slapped the box on his back, and two components flew out, combining in midair into a bell.

“The Illusion-Shattering Demon-Suppressing Bell.”

The Grandmaster softly called out the bell’s name.

“A ritual implement?” the Tycoon asked.

“A ritual implement, mostly used when allies or civilians have their minds clouded by demons, to restore clarity, or when you feel your own mental state might be slightly off,” Li Hua explained, then pushed up his glasses. “As expected of A-Yin—he actually thought of using this move against his opponent.”

Before the Tycoon could ask what kind of technique it was, A-Yin had already demonstrated it on the field.

“Ding-ling-ling—!”

He rapidly shook the bell in his hand, chanting a Daoist incantation under his breath—naturally, one from the Hunyuan Dao Palace, used for clearing the mind and dispelling illusions.

And this type of incantation usually also forces the target into an immediate state of calm.

Normally used on teammates, when applied to Stiller…

He instantly calmed down.

And for a Truth Corporation combatant, calmness was anything but good!

Stiller’s emotions dissipated by more than half, and the function of his emotional energy weakened immediately.

His combat suit and physical strength both dropped slightly.

“Damn it,” Stiller cursed, but his voice remained extremely calm.

A-Yin put away the bell in one motion, then gripped the halberd with both hands and delivered a sweeping strike!

Stiller struggled to dodge in time.

But since A-Yin’s method was essentially a form of “buff,” the extreme calm did bring Stiller one advantage.

For instance, Stiller immediately thought of how to deal with this desperate situation.

He leaped backward, straight off the cliff, to avoid A-Yin’s sweep, which had already sealed off all directions except behind him!

Then, Stiller shouted.

“Boss! Can’t hold out!”

Stiller jumped high, maximizing his hang time.

At Stiller’s call, Lin Yu replied with Zhu Ming’s voice.

“Got it.”

The next moment, Stiller’s downward momentum suddenly stopped as a long banner wrapped around him.

Stiller grabbed the banner, held his breath, and as the forced calm effect ended, he reignited his emotions, flipped back, and landed steadily beside Lin Yu.

“Sorry, boss. Went down a bit fast.”

“No matter… We’ve had enough time. I’ve seen through his tricks now.”

Lin Yu said calmly, planting the long banner behind him.

Clear energy surged around his body, and the yellow talisman stuck to his left arm, amplified by the banner, emitted a cyan glow far brighter than normal.

A-Yin narrowed his eyes.

“That banner and Speed Talisman technique… From the Taiqing Sect?”

“Of course. What I harvested from the Prison Mountain Realm wasn’t just a big demon,” Lin Yu said evenly. “The former Daoist leader, the Taiqing Sect members, also gifted me quite a few things.”

“In other words… Even though I took that demon away, even the Taiqing Sect responsible for sealing it in the Prison Mountain Realm acknowledged me. So why does your Order insist on thinking I brought out a scourge?”

Hearing this, A-Yin looked at Lin Yu.

“What you’re saying makes some sense… But that’s not for me to decide. I’m just here to execute orders.”

“And more than the judgment of the Taiqing Sect disciples, I trust our Order’s higher-ups.”