Chapter 86: Resentful Spirits Floating in the Depths of the Eyes

Clang—

Lifting his foot and stepping forward, he sprinted and unleashed a collapsing punch; the air seemed to explode with a faint sonic boom.

"Huh, the punch extends an inch, and it even produced an air-cracking sound." Gong Qi's pupils shrank, smiling without it reaching his eyes: "Master, this fate you picked up seems to have a bit of standard."

Liu Xie turned his head to look at Hong Ya: "Show me Feng Mu's registration information for entering the hall."

Hong Ya hesitated and didn't hand it over: "Ah, there's no registration to speak of, I just recorded the name and contact method."

Zhao Zhixin smiled: "Hong Ya is being lazy and didn't record the bone quality test data again, right?"

Hong Ya insisted stubbornly: "What use is recording it? Whether people outside register or not is the same; those who can enter the inside don't even need to register. Master has never cared about this."

Zhao Zhixin smiled and acknowledged Hong Ya had a point, just adding: "Most likely bone quality is trash; otherwise they wouldn't come to our Douqiong Martial Hall."

Wang Yu still only listened without speaking, nodding at the end.

Liu Xie, however, glared, coldly saying: "Third Brother, if Master hears these words of yours, he'll slap your mouth."

"Our Douqiong Martial Hall isn't a place that collects trash. Master, that old man, although he speaks of fate in all things, each of us was brought back by Master. It's called karmic fate, but search your hearts — are there really any waste trash among us?"

Zhao Zhixin's expression changed, nodding: "Senior Sister is right. Master speaks of karmic fate, but which time wasn't it with fiery golden eyes, picking back true gold refined a hundred times? Otherwise, how could we seven be gathered?"

The ever-silent Sixth Brother Wang Yu was forced to speak to correct Third Senior Brother's mistake; he valued words like gold: "Eight!"

Hearing this, everyone froze in unison, then following Wang Yu's gaze, they all swiveled their heads to stare at the platform.

In just this short moment of conversation, the platform was already sprinkled full of fresh blood.

On the platform, Fourth Brother Yuan Xidi's steps retreated frequently, his arms blocking frequently; fresh blood spattered from his already split hand backs, dyeing that originally wooden face a bloody red.

Within the few feet of the platform, Feng Mu's feet tread Basic Leg Technique — sudden advance, stepping forward, sidestepping — simple, practical footwork, dead tight on Yuan Xidi's retreating steps.

Feng Mu's shoulders sank slightly, left fist connecting to right fist, right fist following left fist — straight punch, collapsing palm, cannon hammer — one basic fist form after another, all the simplest basic fist forms.

Seemingly simple, yet winning in simplicity; it actually let Feng Mu strike out a sense of unbroken continuity, like a sky-covering giant net enveloping Yuan Xidi, forcing the latter to block left and right, block after block, yet never finding a gap to escape.

Bang!

Another muffled boom.

Yuan Xidi crossed his arms in a cross block, stopping Feng Mu's straight punch.

Feng Mu didn't hold back; though he only used basic fist technique, his 5.7 strength was not reserved in the slightest, blasting straight onto Yuan Xidi's arms, making the latter's arms tremble slightly.

Originally, Feng Mu wanted to hold back and hide it, but on second thought, since Douqiong Martial Hall directly recognized his worth with discerning eyes, he could also climb the pole and give them a proper shock — not a bad idea.

Innate divine strength — this talent was just right.

As for whether it would arouse suspicion — not to mention Feng Mu had no prior entanglement with 【Douqiong Martial Hall】; even if they suspected, where could their associations lead?

Moreover, this room full of murderers, every single one with unclean behinds — him revealing a bit of "not a good sort" background would only make it easier to be accepted into the group, right?

"Although Fourth Brother said to defend first and not attack, he actually managed to corner Fourth Brother in a corner, unable to escape, beating him until blood sprayed wildly — good, good." Zhao Zhixin grinned; he just liked watching Fourth Brother eat dirt.

"Just one set of Basic Leg Technique and Basic Fist Technique, but executed so naturally perfect; someone who has tempered the basics this solidly — this is the first time I've seen it." Gong Qi clicked his tongue in wonder, "This person wouldn't only know basic fists and feet, would he?"

Liu Xie's eyes brightened slightly: "Fourth Brother is stubborn, always holding back strength, only using force equivalent to the opponent's, but even so he actually couldn't dodge the gaps — it's because of rhythm. The opponent's punch rhythm keeps changing, like a net; though there are gaps in the net, those gaps keep shifting position, making it hard for you to escape."

Hong Ya opened her mouth; she was testing Little Junior Brother's quality as Master said, but absolutely never expected Little Junior Brother to be this fierce, actually able to suppress Fourth Brother.

Regardless of whether Fourth Brother held back, regardless of whether Fourth Brother only defended and didn't attack — equal to binding himself in a cocoon, unable to exert three-tenths of his strength — you tell me, isn't Fourth Brother being beaten down by Feng Mu?

Hong Ya swallowed a mouthful of saliva; originally thinking it was one more Little Junior Brother for her to bully, but one look now and a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

Just saying, won't there be another big mountain on my back from now on~

Hong Ya stared carefully at the platform for two more seconds, confirming Fourth Brother was indeed being violently pummeled by "Little Junior Brother," and questioned doubtfully: "Wait, Fourth Brother hits the Iron Man Stake every day, his skin and bones trained harder than iron; with Feng Mu attacking wildly like this, how come his hands aren't fractured yet?"

Everyone naturally noticed this point too; they were equally puzzled by this.

All seven of them were taught different martial arts by Master Li Guishe, each with strengths and weaknesses; aside from Eldest Senior Brother who mastered multiple and was tyrannically invincible, among the rest Fourth Brother Yuan Xidi had the thickest skin and hardest bones.

Sparring with him, whether you win or lose it's unpleasant, so normally Fourth Brother spars alone against the Iron Man Stake.

Everyone exchanged a glance, hearts in unison cursing inwardly: As expected, Master's "everything by fate" is all bullshit to fool ghosts; whoever believes it is a fool.

During their conversation, the bloodiness on the platform rose another level.

Feng Mu's face, neck, and chest clothes were all splattered with blood; he seemed to have struck out a ferocious nature, his brow filled with savage, ruthless color.

Every time a fist blasted onto Yuan Xidi, Feng Mu could feel the E-Iron in his stomach being digested; wisps of gloomy qi were digested by his stomach, seeping into his bones, drilling into his marrow.

Very cold — not the physical cold of pig iron, but a coldness as if seeping into the soul.

Eyeballs full of savage blood threads, so Yuan Xidi opposite didn't see — in Feng Mu's pupils, a strand of strange black thread seemed to silently drill into the pitch-black pupil.

"Come on, don't stop, don't stop, hahaha—"

Yuan Xidi laughed madly, as if he wasn't the one being beaten, but the one doing the beating,

"Just like this, the collision of fists and flesh is far more comfortable than hitting the Iron Man Stake. Faster, faster — I've already adapted to your punch rhythm."

Bang bang bang—

Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, yet he had the feeling of hitting an Iron Man Stake; both fists already split open, flesh torn, revealing deep wounds where bone was visible.

This was only because he kept 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】 active, his body datafied; otherwise his hands would probably have hairline fractures already.

But, honestly, he felt hitting a moving "Iron Man Stake" was quite satisfying.

Though torn flesh hurts, every attack brings positive feedback from the E-Iron, and the harder he hits, the faster the E-Iron digests — very easy to get addicted to.

"If I could cripple him or kill him…"

In Feng Mu's pupils, black threads faintly flowed; the killing intent in his heart was suddenly magnified dozens of times, as if invisible resentful spirits were rising and sinking in the depths of his eyes, whispering in his ear:

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him aaaaah—"

5 chapters, 12,000 words released.

Cough cough, asking for a monthly ticket isn't too much, right.

Old Tree is exhausted~

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