Chapter 237: Don't Get an Erection While Fighting If Your Dick Is Huge
That black fog again.
It wrapped around the sect leader's body in an instant, swallowing him in a sinister shroud.
The once blood-red vital energy swirling around him darkened into a deep, ferocious crimson—almost black—thicker, heavier, more aggressive than before.
John narrowed his eyes.
"This thing again?" he muttered.
It wasn't the first time he'd encountered this eerie, intelligent black fog.
He remembered back in New York—Kim Gibson, Amy's father. A man who had no cultivation, no strength, just an ordinary human. Yet, once possessed by that strange fog, he had unleashed the power of a level-nine refining energy cultivator.
Kim had been nothing. But under the fog's influence, he had become a threat.
And now, this was happening again—with a real cultivator this time.
A sect leader. A level-nine in refining energy, even without the fog.
Now?
His aura surged wildly. The black fog didn't just enhance—it catapulted him into a new realm.
Level Nine Refining Energy.
Peak Refining Energy.
Early Foundation Establishment.
Mid Foundation Establishment.
John could feel it rising, step by step, until the pressure peaked and plateaued. Mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
That kind of leap should've been impossible.
The gap between the Refining stage and Foundation Establishment was enormous—a chasm few ever crossed without years of dedicated cultivation. But with the evil sect's reckless methods and the help of the fog, it was as if that boundary never existed.
It was terrifying.
Evil cultivators didn't fear backlash or mental collapse. They had crude, brutal techniques—like martial artists who tempered their bodies with blood and fire instead of patience and spirit.
And the fog?
It amplified everything. Made even madness a tool.
Now, with the two combined, the sect leader stood tall and glowing with immense, chaotic power. The blood-red energy that John had devoured earlier had already replenished itself—tenfold.
The leader sneered.
"Afraid yet, boy? If you are, get on your knees and beg for mercy. I might just give you a painless death."
He ran a scarlet tongue across cracked lips, his eyes full of hunger.
He wasn't just after victory—he was after John's blood.
The cultivation method John used—it was mysterious, ancient, and terrifying. If he could absorb John's blood into his bloodbath technique, his power would skyrocket. Maybe next time, he wouldn't even need the black fog to break through.
He was salivating at the idea.
But John?
He calmly shook his head. "You're too naive."
Before the sect leader could move, John stepped forward.
He didn't raise his cultivation. Still at level nine. Still suppressing his real strength.
But as he raised his hand and clenched the leader's fist, a crooked grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Boom!
Their fists met. The leader's dark red vital energy instantly surged into John's body like a flood.
A reckless move—for any normal cultivator.
Letting your enemy's energy into your body was suicide. Opposing vital forces would rampage inside, tearing meridians and potentially shattering organs.
No one sane did it.
Unless you were far stronger than your opponent—strong enough to completely suppress the incoming energy.
John didn't flinch.
The sect leader scoffed. He thought John was still underestimating him. At equal levels, John's strange technique had devoured his bloodbath skill. But now?
His power was more than ten times stronger.
John wouldn't just fail to devour it. He'd get ripped apart from the inside.
"Naive bastard!" the leader sneered, joy surging through him.
He thrust his fist forward with full strength.
A massive dragon of dark red energy screamed down his arm, punching straight into John's chest.
"Die!!"
The ground trembled under the force.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
...Nothing.
John stood there. Still alive. Still smiling. Unscathed.
The leader's smile twisted into disbelief.
"H-How?! Why aren't you dead?!"
His punch had been at mid Foundation Establishment strength. John was just a level-nine refining energy cultivator! This didn't make sense.
But it wasn't over.
The devouring began again.
Just like before—but even worse this time.
The leader felt his power being drained, his own energy sucked away like nutrient-rich soup. His bloodbath skill—a technique forged from slaughter—was being eaten alive by John's cyan energy.
"AHHH!!" he screamed, his body trembling as blood burst from his lips.
He staggered back, his mind collapsing under the weight of betrayal—by his own power.
John smiled, voice calm:
"Thank you for your hard work."
As soon as he spoke, his aura shifted.
No longer level-nine.
The true depth of his cultivation erupted.
The leader's eyes nearly popped from his skull.
"Despicable! You were hiding your strength?! You shameless brat! You... You tricked me! I'm not reconciled!"
His voice was full of blood, regret, and hatred.
John shrugged, nonchalant. "If I hadn't held back, you would've died two minutes ago. You should thank me for the extra time."
Then, he looked down.
And with a swift kick—slammed his foot straight into the sect leader's crotch.
Bang!
The man's body folded like a rag doll, rapidly deflating like a punctured balloon.
Rage and fear mixed on his face.
John shook his head with a sigh.
"Listen, old sport. In your next life, put on some clothes before a fight. You're too easy to expose."
He paused.
Then added, with deadly seriousness:
"And remember these four words—don't get an erection while fighting if your dick is huge."
He was truly speechless.
It was bad enough the sect leader had come to battle naked—but worse, the guy had gotten excited during the fight.
John felt morally obligated to put an end to that nonsense.
Silence.
The sect leader stood frozen, mind torn between shame and pride.
Well... at least John had admitted he wasn't "just one or two inches." Small victory?
Too bad he was already dead.
Whoosh.
The leader's body remained upright for a moment—then exhaled his last breath.
Just as life left him, a familiar black mist burst from his back.
The strange fog tried to flee—just like it had with Kim Gibson.
But this time—
John's eyes flashed with cold fury.
"Trying to run again? Get back here!"