Chapter 355

Bu Chunfeng broke through the window and went outside to fight Cao Sha in mid-air.

The two exchanged blows in the sky, constantly shifting positions with absurd speed.

Su Ming immediately flew on his sword, silently giving chase.

After nearly a hundred exchanges, both Bu Chunfeng and Cao Sha had sustained many wounds of varying sizes.

Cao Sha’s chest had been pierced by a spear, leaving a dripping bloody hole.

Bu Chunfeng’s shoulder had also been grazed by Cao Sha’s fist, tearing away a large chunk of flesh and leaving it a bloody mess.

The two landed on a wide street and stood facing each other.

The surrounding zombies were ground into mincemeat by the gale force of their battle before they could even get close.

Fluff drifted across the street, and the sunset was dim.

Cao Sha’s body was heavy; every time he stepped, the asphalt road beneath his feet cracked.

"This monk's final strike will surely kill you!"

He formed a seal with his hands, lowered his body, and pressed down through the air.

Woo!

A sacred Buddhist mantra whispered through the air.

Then, a massive golden-red Buddha palm emerged from behind him and pressed down horizontally.

This Buddha palm was over two people tall, inscribed with Buddhist mantras, and possessed immense pressure as it bore down on Bu Chunfeng.

Before the palm even hit, Bu Chunfeng’s clothes whipped violently, and he was forced back a step by the wind pressure.

Blood began to seep from his pores, a testament to the terror of Cao Sha’s final strike.

Seeing this move, Su Ming felt his own breathing become labored.

He had killed many Fifth-Turners.

But he had truly never killed a Half-Step Sixth-Turner.

Strictly speaking, a Half-Step Sixth-Turn Venerable was still within the Fifth-Turn realm and had not officially broken into the Sixth Turn.

But the gap in strength between them and an ordinary Fifth-Turner was absolutely worlds apart!

Bu Chunfeng’s expression was sharp; he wiped the residual blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze indifferent.

"Then I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed."

Immediately, his left-hand Blue Silver Dragon-Patterned Spear left his hand, rotating around the Golden Wandering Dragon Spear.

As his arm swung, the spear actually circled the shaft without falling; the two spears seemed to fuse into one, spinning and humming!

His mastery of the spears was so perfect that he could already wield two with a single arm.

He took a step and flew forward.

He charged toward the massive seal, his spears moving with profound mystery, brandishing several dragon-tail phantoms.

"Ten years of life and death, vast and boundless; a hundred miles of lonely graves, nowhere to speak of sorrow!"

"The fifth spear, Sorrow!!"

Bang!

This spear strike was mysterious in its power, different from his previous tyrannical, murderous style; it was filled with a slow, indecisive quality, yet its penetrating power was not weak!

However, several strikes failed to stop the giant Buddha palm in the slightest.

Bu Chunfeng’s eyes were calm, as if he had anticipated this.

He did not panic and continued to strike, his posture remaining steady.

"Swift wind and sudden rain, great waterfall falling, clouds at the end of the world."

"The sixth spear, Wild Torrent!" he roared lowly.

Suddenly, his spear became illusory, as if hundreds of spear shadows appeared at once, forming an incredibly dense curtain of attacks.

Countless spear shadows pierced through in succession, causing several cracks to appear on the Buddha palm seal.

This finally caused the Buddha palm to stall slightly.

But it was still far from being completely defeated.

The Buddha palm was so fast and carried the power of spatial lockdown that Bu Chunfeng could not dodge it and had to face it head-on.

He knew well that a full-force strike from a peer-level expert could not be stopped by a single spear technique.

So his tactics were pure from the very beginning.

That was to chain multiple spear techniques together to stop this palm!

Bu Chunfeng pressed forward, continuing his stance from the previous move!

The Wild Dragon Sixteen Spear Technique was designed to be chained; there were no gaps between moves, and any adjacent techniques could be combined, moving as fast as a single strike.

"Dreaming of the past, golden spears and iron horses, spirit swallowing ten thousand miles like a tiger."

"The seventh spear, Battle Malice!"

As he spoke, he struck again.

Both spears thrust out violently, accompanied by a deafening roar like a tiger.

Su Ming, hidden in a nearby attic, watched the duel from above, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"This Bu Chunfeng... why does he have to shout the names of his moves every time?"

"Could it be that he has a skill that boosts his momentum after shouting the move name?"

Su Ming was suspicious and scanned him.

Yet... he found absolutely nothing.

Among this uncle's 23 total skills, not a single one could boost power by shouting the move name!

Su Ming shook his head, dismissed his doubts, and focused entirely on observing their battle.

By observing their fight, he could learn a thing or two himself.

Even with his past life's combat experience as an Eighth-Turn God of Slaughter, he was not the least bit arrogant.

True masters are always humble enough to learn.

Even a street thug might have unique combat insights; this was a principle Su Ming had realized over many years.

It was this mindset that had forged his incredibly rich combat experience.

In his past life, among Eighth-Turners of the same level, no one could predict his movements in battle.

On the street, Bu Chunfeng’s face was cold as he unleashed several moves in succession!

"My heart is loyal and brave, but the evil thoughts are treacherous."

"With my dying words, I declare my ambition; for ten thousand generations, they shall bow at my grave!"

"The eighth and ninth spears!"

"Breaking Evil, Leaving Blade!"

Bu Chunfeng held his spears in the air and blocked horizontally, then suddenly lunged forward, piercing through the air with a dragon’s roar that shattered the Buddha seal and punched a large hole through it.

At the same time, his arm trembled as he pulled the spear back, a lingering spear-wind piercing through in the opposite direction, further deepening the penetration.

The Buddha palm suddenly developed several huge cracks!

This meant he was about to break the move!

Seeing this, Cao Sha was drenched in sweat and hurriedly poured all his strength into reinforcing the Buddha seal with trembling hands.

The opponent was a true Half-Step Sixth-Turner, while he was only barely holding on thanks to his Flesh-Eating Buddha Body; Cao Sha knew his fate clearly.

There were only a few dozen seconds left; if he couldn't kill the opponent, he was dead!

He gritted his teeth and roared, blood tears streaming from his eyes as he exhausted his mental power completely!

In an instant, the Buddha seal’s power grew, and the surrounding air filled with frantic Buddhist chanting!

Facing Cao Sha’s hysterical full-force attack, Bu Chunfeng directly unleashed the tenth spear!

"Having endured a hundred calamities and a thousand hardships, my life has been like walking on thin ice."

He spoke with a look of intoxication, his posture strange, slightly hunched, his eyes icy cold.

He gripped one spear with his arm, while the other Blue Silver Dragon-Patterned Spear wound around his arm, rotating and overlapping until it finally clicked onto his shoulder.

"Trampling the wall of my sealed heart, without thought or attachment, the killing intent is cold."

"If one is to slaughter the dragon, one must first slaughter the phoenix; a chest full of wild fire... one spear of Yang!"

"The tenth spear, Dragon Yang!"