I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: A Divine Technique Revealed, the World Goes Wild!

The Deer-Head Butcher never dreamed that the hospital director would flip the table right from the start!

He had only meant to threaten the other side into cooperating. After all, in this dog-eat-dog world, the weak have no right to bargain.

But the other side was dead serious!

It didn’t take long for the Deer-Head Butcher to snap out of his shock. His head might be vegetarian, but his blade sure wasn’t!

Did they think we butchers earned our reputation for nothing?

Without some real skills, how could I be the leader of these carnivores?

In this area, aside from the hidden anomalies, butchers were the most powerful beings. And now that night had fallen, their strength had only grown.

But in Zhang Yangqing’s eyes, their so-called “growth” meant nothing.

What difference does it make if a tiny ant becomes a slightly bigger ant?

I can crush them just the same.

If I didn’t have the skills, would I dare flip the table?

The moment you stepped in here, you walked right into my trap.

Flipping the table was Zhang Yangqing’s signal.

The ferocious ghostly lodgers lying in ambush nearby immediately pulled the hidden mechanisms with all their might.

Sharp steel pipes concealed in the ceiling came crashing down.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of steel piercing flesh echoed one after another, accompanied by ear-splitting shrieks. Even the audience watching the live broadcast covered their ears.

The scene was too gruesome—most of the animal-headed butchers were impaled by multiple steel pipes, nailed to the ground like specimens.

Many were instantly killed, their skulls shattered.

The massive Boar-Head Butcher, in particular, had seven or eight steel rods skewering his body. The sight was horrifying.

Blood gushed like a spring as he let out a bestial roar, like a creature bathed in blood!

Everything happened too fast—or perhaps it was just too unexpected.

As the apex predators of this area, the animal-headed butchers never imagined anyone would dare attack them.

The Wolf-Head Butcher had sensed something was off the moment he entered. Why does this place smell familiar?

But with the Deer-Head Butcher speaking, he didn’t dare interrupt—rules of the slaughterhouse.

When the table flipped, he knew something was wrong.

His quick reflexes saved him from the initial assault, but two ghostly security guards wielding riot shields and batons were already charging at him.

These two had held a grudge against him earlier—now was their chance for revenge!

Like two bloodthirsty beasts tearing into a larger predator!

The other hidden ghostly lodgers joined the fray, surgical knives in hand, ruthlessly finishing off any butcher still clinging to life.

They might not have the precision of a chief surgeon, but if one stab wasn’t enough, a few dozen more would surely do the trick!

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The director’s office had turned into a battlefield.

The walls, the desk, even the paintings were splattered with crimson blossoms, grotesquely beautiful.

The expensive carpet? Now a pool of scarlet—you’d think it was meant to be red.

This wasn’t a fight—it was a slaughter, with overwhelming numbers on one side.

Zhang Yangqing’s strategy was brutally effective.

First:

Against armed butchers, don’t rush to kill them outright.

At a certain level of combat prowess, fighters develop an instinct—even when gravely wounded, adrenaline takes over.

A cornered beast is the most dangerous. If they think they’re doomed, they’ll drag you down with them.

So the key is to catch them off guard—break their hands or disarm them first.

Without their weapon, they’re just toothless tigers. Then you can finish them at your leisure.

Second:

(This part’s crucial.)

The ultimate secret weapon for defeating stronger opponents—quicklime.

Sure, throwing lime might seem underhanded, but in close combat? It’s god-tier.

When your opponent suddenly loses their vision—and their eyes are burning in agony—even a few seconds of blindness is enough to kill them ten times over!

Zhang Yangqing, of course, had no need for such tricks.

If word got out that the Heavenly Master resorted to lime-throwing, the disciples of Longhu Mountain would never live it down.

But the move was undeniably effective—and medical-grade lime was easy to find in a hospital.

The ghostly lodgers flung lime into the butchers’ faces.

If the butchers kept their eyes open, they’d be beaten to death.

If they closed them, they were as good as dead.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Ambushed and blindsided, the butchers barely had time to react.

Under the overwhelming power of The Divine Lime Technique, most were dead before they could fight back—stabbed, clubbed, massacred.

Watching this, the global audience was stunned.

The world chat exploded:

[What the hell? You can play like this?!] (IP: Eagle Country)

[Can someone explain how that white powder is so OP? The butchers became sitting ducks after getting hit!] (IP: Curry Country)

[Once, a friend threw flour in my face—I was dazed for like 10 minutes.] (IP: Baguette Country)

[Unbelievable! Dragon Country’s been hiding this cheat code?! What else are you keeping from us?!] (IP: Curry Country)

[As a Dragon Country native, even I forgot—martial arts novels do mention lime-throwing.] (IP: Dragon Country)

[Holy crap, then all those “dirty tricks” in wuxia are legit? Sand-throwing, lime-slinging, donkey rolls—] (IP: Dragon Country)

[Who cares if it’s dirty? If it keeps you alive in the supernatural Instances, it’s a divine skill!] (IP: Kimchi Country)

[Any Dragon Country folks here? Teach me! I’ll pay!] (IP: Pasta Country)

Countless viewers worldwide scrambled to take notes, stealing Dragon Country’s “Divine Combat Techniques.”

Zhang Yangqing never expected that his offhand suggestion—meant to minimize casualties—would spark a global craze for Dragon Country’s Underhanded Martial Arts.

Even the expert panel archived his lime-throwing tactic, adding it to official training manuals.

Eagle Country’s buffest analyst solemnly declared:

“Lime is just as lethal as any cold weapon. Its true power lies in the element of surprise—plus, it’s portable. Keep a pouch in your pocket, and humanoid/animal monsters won’t stand a chance. Why didn’t I think of this?!”

Around the world, viewers watching Dragon Country’s livestream swore that if they ever entered the supernatural world, they’d always carry lime.

No lime, no peace of mind.

Some were already practicing their throwing technique:

• Never throw upwind—you’ll blind yourself.

• Aim for speed, precision, and ruthlessness—miss, and you’re dead.

• No lime? Improvise substitutes.

The martial artists of Dragon Country could never have imagined that their nation’s most dishonorable move would become a globally celebrated divine skill.

Why? Because it’s easy to learn, low-barrier, and devastatingly unexpected!

Meanwhile, the humanoid monsters of the supernatural world had no idea what awaited them—future challengers, all with pockets bulging with lime.

Back in the supernatural world, as the ghostly lodgers finished off the butchers, they turned to find Zhang Yangqing already seated calmly in his chair, as if he’d never moved.

Before them lay a single, blood-drenched deer head.