Chapter 106: The Poison Goose Makes a Name, Returning Fully Loaded

An ultimate move, or more precisely, an elite skill.

Laypeople think an ultimate move is merely a high-damage technique, but this is a prejudice.

A true ultimate move, once it lands, results in death or disability, and it carries a lock-on effect that ensures the enemy cannot dodge, boasting an extremely high hit rate.

Tu Laoer's "Sesame Blossoms Bloom Higher and Higher" has distinct layers of fist wind, accelerating at every level; it is already very fast at the start, and by the end, it is indistinguishable to the naked eye, making it impossible to judge the direction for evasion.

By the time one is hit, it is already too late, and the victim explodes and dies.

Tu Laoer unleashes his full-force killing move right from the start, leaving Zhou You no room to maneuver or resist.

With a hateful heart, he unleashes a killing blow, showing no mercy! Seeing this, Zhou You immediately generates a response, his Qi and blood churning throughout his body as his force interweaves into the shape of wings.

The wings formed by the airflow on his arms are blurry in detail, with no visible traces of individual feathers.

This is the regrettable consequence of missing the Feather-Steel Training Method.

One can imagine that once the Feather-Steel is added, the power of this fist technique will immediately double.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The wind tears through the air; Zhou You exerts his force to leap up, only to find he cannot escape the opponent's fist wind.

The ultimate move has already locked onto his position, allowing Zhou You no way to avoid it.

"Well come."

Since there is no way to dodge, he has no choice but to meet it head-on.

Zhou You takes a deep breath, clasping his hands together in a posture that is neither a fist nor a claw.

The skin on his body is slightly blurred; this is the high-frequency vibration caused by resisting the fist wind during rapid movement.

"Die!"

Tu Laoer's fist finally reaches the moment of blossoming.

Killing intent surges as the power in his fist accumulates and climbs to its strongest point.

His scarlet eyes stare fixedly at Zhou You, confirming that his fist has landed solidly on Zhou You's body.

A gasp of shock erupts all around! However, the scene of overwhelming destruction that was imagined does not occur.

Zhou You's feet are planted on the spot, unmoving; he crosses his arms, blocking Tu Laoer's fist.

He is not sent flying, and the bones in his arms do not break.

The fist force and fist wind of Tu Laoer are like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

"Hard Qigong!"

Tu Laoer's face turns livid as he spits out these words.

"That's right, Hard Qigong."

Zhou You shakes his shoulders and thrusts his arms outward violently, his sleeves turning to ash on the spot.

The General Unloading Armor Great Cloak, driven by his Qi and blood, allows him to block this punch solidly.

The defensive power of Hard Qigong is well-deserved, instantly raising his attribute points to 80.

Even so, having blocked the majority of the ultimate move's power, a small amount still surges into his body.

The clash of Qi and blood is extremely dangerous; one can be injured at the slightest carelessness.

Zhou You suppresses the urge to vomit blood, flips his claws to lock onto Tu Laoer's wrists, and kicks toward his lower abdomen.

The foot hook in Yanxing Quan is also very fierce, aimed at kicking through the guts.

Tu Laoer is shocked and furious; he circulates his Qi and blood through his arms to resist Zhou You's pull, flying his right leg up to trade a kick.

Thud! The two entangled figures separate, stumbling back a few steps.

Zhou You's Qi and blood are slightly weaker, and he stumbles back 5 or 6 steps further.

After steadying himself, Tu Laoer feels a stinging pain in his arms; it turns out Zhou You had torn his skin with his claws, leaving faint bloodstains.

This minor injury means nothing to him.

"Tu Laoer, your death day has arrived."

Zhou You walks step by step, circling from mid-air to Tu Laoer's side and rear, his hooked claws tearing through the air.

The goal of this move is to pierce Tu Laoer's hindbrain—a fatal killing blow.

Seeing this, Tu Laoer's rage spirals out of control.

His own younger brother, Tu Laosan, died under this very move, his brains splattered all over the ground.

Now that Zhou You is repeating the same trick, the identity of the murderer is set in stone, leaving no room for doubt.

Tu Laoer pants heavily, his blood Qi churning throughout his body, circulating through him in the blink of an eye.

He feels a bit dizzy, perhaps because his rage is clouding his mind, and he pays it no mind.

Right now, there is only one goal: kill Lu Zhigang.

He is completely unaware that the bloodstains on his wrists have changed color.

"Thud!" After a few exchanges, Tu Laoer finds an opportunity to clash fists with Zhou You.

His Qi and blood are still a level higher, and he has a great advantage in this kind of head-on collision.

But the result is unexpected.

Tu Laoer's legs go soft, the strength in his hands slackens, and he is actually beaten back by Zhou You, stumbling.

His mind becomes increasingly muddled; what is going on? Did his opponent's strength suddenly skyrocket?

A sudden sense of alarm rises in his heart—something is terribly wrong.

It is not that Lu Zhigang's strength has skyrocketed, but that he himself has become weaker.

Tu Laoer twitches his nose and catches a faint, sweet, fishy scent, along with a stench of rot.

He trembles all over as he looks at the wounds on his arms; they are blue-purple and swollen, with pus oozing out—this is a sign of poisoning.

"Lu Zhigang, you are too despicable, using poison to ambush me."

As soon as these words are spoken, an uproar breaks out all around.

Zhou You chuckled and replied, "I don't have the subsequent inheritance of the Yanxing Quan, so I had to take an unconventional path and practice a Poison Palm."

Poison Palm?

Gao Jiazhong only felt his scalp tingle; good heavens, Lightness Skill and Poison Palm! No matter how one looked at it, it fit the style of a flower-plucking thief perfectly!

Lu Zhigang, who had practiced the Poison Palm, was even more terrifying and fearsome than a successor of the Yanxing Quan who purely cultivated Feather Qi.

"Tu Laoer, with the poison gas entering your brain, your time is destined to be up."

As soon as Zhou You spoke, the gang members watching from all around retreated in unison, as if avoiding a venomous snake or scorpion.

Some even felt their hands and feet go cold and their breath weaken, fearing they had already been struck by the deadly poison.

A figure was seen fluttering like a large bird, flying high and swooping low, unleashing killing moves to his heart's content around Tu Laoer.

Blood splashed, and chunks of flesh and skin were torn away and fell.

Tu Laoer's attacks became slower and slower, and his strength grew increasingly weak; facing the rainstorm-like onslaught, he was powerless to turn the tide.

"Good!"

Zhou You let out a sudden, loud shout and swept a claw across Tu Laoer's throat.

Crack! The Adam's apple was crushed on the spot.

Zhou You immediately raised his leg and kicked Tu Laoer in the chest, causing the chest cavity to cave in directly, while fragments of internal organs and blood were squeezed out and gushed wildly from his seven orifices, as if a flower of flesh and blood had bloomed.

With a thud, the corpse fell to the ground.

The Wild Fox Gang's Vice Gang Leader, Tu Laoer, had been beaten to death.

On the side of the Mourning Dog Gang, where there should have been cheering and leaping for joy, it was now deathly silent, with no one making a sound.

Gao Jiazhong was not optimistic; although Tu Laoer was dead, a more terrifying Lu Zhigang had arrived.

"Poison Goose, simply a Poison Goose!"

Whispers broke out in the crowd, with some giving Lu Zhigang a new nickname that fit him perfectly.

After today, Du Yan Lu Zhigang used Tu Laoer's corpse as a stepping stone to completely establish a reputation that made people tremble with fear.

The Wild Fox Gang was leaderless, and everyone was at a loss; what surprised them was that the Mourning Dog Gang did not take advantage of the chaos to attack.

Suddenly, Lu Zhigang in the arena leaped up and flew toward the outside of the field.

"No good, stop him quickly."

Gao Jiazhong realized that the direction Zhou You was flying toward was the building where the silver and other supplies were stored.

He had never intended to fulfill his promise; these riches were merely bait.

However, having witnessed Zhou You's vicious methods, who dared to stand in his way?

Gao Jiazhong gritted his teeth; if he lost this batch of supplies, he would lose half his skin even if he didn't die.

Subconsciously, he circulated his blood and Qi to his legs, attempting to catch up to Zhou You and stop him.

However...

"How is his Lightness Skill so formidable?"

Gao Jiazhong had only just chased to the doorway when he heard the roof above him shatter; Zhou You had already made off with several large chests.

Carrying several hundred catties of silver, equivalent to lugging two or three grown men, his speed was actually faster than him alone, and in just a few breaths, he vanished from everyone's sight.

"It's over, it's over!"

Gao Jiazhong was in total despair and sat down hard on the ground.

(End of chapter)