Chapter 155: Martial Masters Are Hard to Defeat

The five chieftains of Moyun Stronghold are all Martial Masters, ranked in order of strength.

Within the stronghold, it is survival of the fittest; those who can fight their way into a ranking are all without exception cruel and formidable villains.

The Third Chieftain, "Stone-Splitting Hand" Yan Ping, is known far and wide for a heavy-handed technique capable of splitting mountains and shattering stone.

He was originally a Martial Master in the prefecture city, but after committing crimes, he turned to banditry and joined Moyun Stronghold.

Because his methods were cruel and his strength formidable, he stood out among the crowd of villains and was promoted to the third rank.

Yan Ping likes to use living people for practice, kidnapping passing travelers from the foot of the mountain and beating them to death one by one with his heavy-handed technique.

The corpses are thrown behind the mountain to be pecked at by eagles and vultures; flocks of crows circle the stronghold year-round, waiting for their scheduled meals.

Given his level of cruelty, he only barely ranks third, which goes to show that Moyun Stronghold is a group of heinous scoundrels.

Many people hate him to the bone, but because his strength is too great, he remains beyond the reach of the law to this day.

"Martial Master, you and I are no match for him."

Hearing Yan Ping's roar, Jiang Hua's face turned even paler.

He waved his hand and ordered the remaining Apprentices and young men, "Run if you can run fast; if you can't run, find a place to hide."

He and Zhou You are the strongest among the group, with abundant Qi and blood, making them the primary targets locked onto by the opponent.

Others can run, but the two of them cannot escape no matter what.

Zhou You took a deep breath; he had exchanged blows with a Martial Master before and knew well the opponent's strength and terror.

A desperate situation has arrived; only by placing oneself in a position of death can one find a way to live—fight to the death.

This group escorting the artillery machine, besides the martial arts hall Apprentices, also included young laborers conscripted by the army; hearing Jiang Hua's order and knowing the crisis had arrived, they scattered and fled for their lives.

"Zhou You, listen to me; only by fighting for our lives today can we seek a chance to survive."

Jiang Hua explained in a hurried tone, "The Blood Sand Palm I practice specializes in blood power, and I heard an abnormal tremor in Yan Ping's voice."

"If my guess is correct, he was injured during the previous battle to attack the mountain."

A Martial Master in peak condition is hard to defeat, but what if he is injured? There is a chance! Zhou You took a deep breath, "You and I will join forces to give it a try; if you don't leave, I won't leave either."

He is known for his movement technique, "Winged Tiger"; if he really wanted to run, he would have a much greater advantage than Jiang Hua.

Hearing this, Jiang Hua said decisively, "Let's fight."

The blood color on his cheeks and neck instantly faded, turning as pale as paper, and his palms faded even more crazily, becoming nearly transparent.

In Zhou You's perception, it was as if a black hole had suddenly appeared inside the opponent, swallowing ninety-nine percent of his Qi and blood.

It must be a secret technique of the Blood Sand Palm.

A figure rushed out from the hole broken into Moyun Stronghold; below was a bottomless abyss, but he stepped forward as if he did not see it.

Is this suicide? The onlookers who saw this scene all gasped; humans are not birds and have no wings, so the outcome would inevitably be to be smashed to pieces.

The figure sank slightly, his feet landing on a protruding rock, and a large section of the mountain rock disintegrated and slid away with a crash.

Amidst the crumbling sound, the figure broke through the air like a flying arrow, emitting a fierce vulture cry from his mouth.

In a few breaths, Yan Ping descended upon the area where the artillery machine was located.

He wore a murderous look, the scar on his forehead engorged and red with blood, and a sweep of his eyes took in everyone present.

"Do you want me to let you watch with your own eyes as the vultures pull out your own intestines?"

Answering him were two lunging figures, Zhou You and Jiang Hua.

Yan Ping's palms swung out, and under the agitation of his vigorous force, the surrounding wild grass swayed and the rocks cracked.

His palms expanded rapidly, covering the two of them like a millstone in the blink of an eye.

Zhou You did not expect that the opponent would cover his and Jiang Hua's combined attack with just one hand.

A suffocating force descended instantly; his chest felt tight, and he was struck heavily in seven or eight places on his chest and back simultaneously.

It felt like being hit by a dump truck!

The sound of rain hitting banana leaves rang in his ears; Jiang Hua suffered the same treatment. One hand produced such a terrifying effect?

What about the other hand? Zhou You glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Yan Ping acting nonchalantly, waving his empty hand toward a spot more than ten meters away.

The vigorous force flew out more than ten meters without exhausting, directly swirling several young men into a ball and tossing them into mid-air like withered grass.

Boom, the exploding blood mist squirmed and proliferated like a tumor! Pitter-patter, a rainstorm fell on the flat ground; the raindrops were broken bones, rotten flesh, and blood clots.

An Apprentice saw this scene and knew he could not escape, so he turned back, crossed his arms, and launched a desperate charge.

Yan Ping suppressed Zhou You and Jiang Hua with one hand, while the other hand flicked away the blood mist and easily pinched the Apprentice's arms.

The Apprentice's arms were covered in steel Bijiia, which deformed and dented under the pinch, sinking into his flesh and causing his facial features to distort in pain.

"I'll set off some firecrackers for you."

Yan Ping revealed a cruel expression, lightly pinching the Apprentice's arms and shaking them, pouring force into the opponent's body.

The force erupted from the inside out starting from the Apprentice's fingertips; his bones exploded with a crackle, presenting a chain reaction that extended from his arms to his torso, then spread to his head and lower limbs.

Pop-pop-pop-pop, a series of explosions, continuous like popping beans.

After a moment, not a trace of a person could be seen on the spot.

Zhou You channeled his full force into his fists, throwing a punch with the technique of the Triple-Stack, the three layers of fist force overlapping.

He was attacking with all his might at this moment, without the slightest reservation, and heard Jiang Hua's shout in his ear, "White Tiger Seven Kills, Life-Taking."

The two reached a tacit understanding invisibly and unleashed their ultimate moves simultaneously.

With a boom! Yan Ping retreated a few steps, "Hmm, Jade Tiger Art, you are Wang Laohu's Disciples."

Zhou You caught his breath; his clothes were tattered and had long since been pierced through.

The Iron Armor worn under his outer garment was covered in dented handprints; these were left by the opponent's heavy hands.

Looking at Jiang Hua to the side, his armor had already fallen apart, with fragments dropping off with a clatter.

"Zhou You, how many pounds of Iron Armor are you wearing?"

Jiang Hua was curious; having suffered the same attack, Zhou You's Iron Armor was deformed but not destroyed.

"100 jin, what about you?"

Jiang Hua thought to himself, no wonder, "I am wearing a 20 jin one."

The thicker the Iron Armor, the stronger the defensive power, and correspondingly, the heavier the weight.

With his strength at the Qi and Blood 3rd Stage, wearing 50 jin of Iron Armor to climb mountains and trek was already his limit.

Zhou You was actually wearing 100 jin of Iron Armor; how did he manage to be no different from usual?

"No matter how thick the armor you wear, it won't save your little lives."

Yan Ping's expression suddenly froze, then returned to normal; he raised his hand and sneered, "All of you go to hell!"

Seeing this, Jiang Hua shouted, "His Qi and Blood is fluctuating, his old injury has flared up, let's attack together."

As soon as the words fell, he was struck by Yan Ping with a slap, his whole body sent flying like a ball, rolling dozens of times on the uneven rocky ground, his skin and flesh torn to shreds all over.

Even worse, a large area of bone shattered where the Monument-Splitting Hand struck.

Jiang Hua was also a ruthless man; even while being hit, he did not forget to retaliate, taking the opportunity to brush his palm against the other's chest.

Yan Ping didn't feel anything at first and was about to finish off Zhou You when his chest suddenly felt bloated.

His throat itched, and he spat out a glob of purple blood, which congealed upon hitting the wind and quickly turned black.

"Blood Sand Palm, you are courting death!"

The Blood Sand Palm is best at disrupting Qi and Blood; if the person struck is already injured, it is like dry wood meeting a raging fire, spiraling out of control.

Yan Ping's injuries were like an old house on fire, becoming increasingly intense.

(End of chapter)