Chapter 156: Defeating the Strong with the Weak: Attacking Old Wounds

Zhou You looked around; he was the only one left.

Jiang Hua had first unleashed the secret moves of the White Tiger Seven Kills, then used the Blood Sand Palm to aggravate the opponent's old injuries, suffering the most brutal retaliation.

He lay in a pool of blood, unable to move even a single finger; if he could not be treated in time, he would surely die.

"Kaibeishou Yan Ping, remember, the one who injured you just now is Blood Tiger Jiang Hua."

Yan Ping coughed a few more times, finally clearing the blood clot from his throat, and lifted his eyelids.

"And who are you?"

"Winged Tiger, Zhou You."

"A nameless nobody, not worth remembering; come over and meet your death."

Yan Ping leaped with his feet, executing the 'Eagle Step' to charge forward, his palm pressing down like a mountain.

Under the shroud of his shadow, the ground cracked with popping sounds; the destructive power of a Martial Master was truly terrifying.

Zhou You took a deep breath, an iron-gray hue rising on his skin; his level 5 Hard Qigong was quietly brought to full effect under the protection of his Iron Armor.

He feinted, sliding out of the range of the Kaibeishou's reach like a swimming fish.

Yan Ping had intended to crush Zhou You into a rotten persimmon with one slap, never expecting his movement technique to be so sharp.

In the blink of an eye, he lost track of the opponent.

Yan Ping's eyelids twitched slightly; his skin sensed the flow of air, and he instantly caught a trace of Qi and Blood.

Found you.

He shifted his wrist slightly, his millstone-sized palm changing direction, striking the target as fast as lightning.

Zhou You felt a stinging pain in his chest as a large piece of Iron Armor was scraped away, revealing his iron-gray skin.

"Hard Qigong! Aren't you the Winged Tiger?"

Yan Ping was extremely hateful; you brats are too unscrupulous, using the nickname Winged Tiger while secretly practicing Hard Qigong.

Shouldn't a Winged Tiger be as agile as if he had wings? Yet your Hard Qigong is also this powerful! The goods don't match the description, you deserve to die!

Zhou You swallowed a mouthful of blood; the good news was that this guy was injured and not as formidable as Bao Tiefeng.

Otherwise, that Kaibeishou strike just now would not only have peeled off his Iron Armor but would have shattered his limbs entirely!

"I really am the Winged Tiger."

Zhou You channeled his Lightness Skill to interfere with the opponent's perception of his Qi and Blood, simultaneously channeling the Tiger Aura into his ten fingers.

He moved with a tiger's gait, shifting forward and backward, unleashing the Crouching Tiger Fist to attack Yan Ping from all directions.

Although Yan Ping could still maintain the advantage, landing heavy blows that made Zhou You's whole body sway, the situation was no longer one of easy suppression.

"Zhou You, it all depends on you."

The wounds on Jiang Hua's body had congealed; he had used his Blood Sand Palm power to seal his internal and external wounds, and his condition was stabilizing.

But he remained in a weakened state; if left untreated for too long, he would still inevitably die.

The only hope was for Zhou You to repel Yan Ping and turn to treat him.

"I'll spare you today; once I've healed my wounds, I'll kill your whole family and burn down Wang Laohu's martial arts school."

Yan Ping had been fighting for a long time without success and became impatient; he spat out a harsh threat and turned to leave.

Jiang Hua breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally held out until this moment.

Then he sensed something was wrong—it was a trick; Yan Ping was vicious and cunning, and he hadn't shown any signs of failing, so how could he just give up?

This was a trap, deliberately baiting Zhou You into an impatient, reckless attack.

He wanted to call out a warning, but it was already too late.

When Yan Ping turned, his back was wide open, bright and clear, as if he had written in big letters, 'Come and hit me.'

Zhou You did not disappoint him, decisively throwing a punch and closing the distance to pursue.

A cold sneer appeared on the corner of Yan Ping's mouth: kid, you're still too green! He waited only for Zhou You to attack his back with both hands, intending to twist his arms behind him to lock him in place and use a heavy blow to snap his spine.

However, the scene Yan Ping expected did not come to pass.

Woo, woo, woo! Amidst the sound of air being torn, seven or eight large iron shards spun and slashed into his knee joints.

The moment they made contact, thousands of steel needles pierced his flesh, bringing heart-wrenching pain.

"Tiger Aura attached to objects; he's using his Iron Armor as a weapon."

The large iron shards were all components of the Iron Armor, their surfaces coated with iron-gray Tiger Aura, concentrated on the inner bends of Yan Ping's knees. The Tiger Aura penetrated his pores, mercilessly destroying his flesh and blood.

Yan Ping's expression twisted in pain; following the trace of Qi and Blood in the air, he smashed a 'Great Mountain Opening' into Zhou You's chest.

"Pfft!"

Zhou You spat out a mouthful of blood, his ten fingers passing through the opponent's arm bend to hook onto Yan Ping's left and right cheeks.

The Tiger Aura on his fingertips was as sharp as needles, passing through the gaps in the eyelids and piercing into Yan Ping's eyeballs.

The Martial Master's shell was too hard; the Tiger Aura turned into fine needles to stab fiercely, but was blocked by the eyelids, causing Yan Ping to tear up uncontrollably, forcing him to close his eyes and swing his arm to strike Zhou You.

Zhou You groaned repeatedly, releasing his arms and retreating rapidly to put a large distance between them.

A Martial Master is not only fast, but his body's defense is also extremely formidable; one must attack the weak points.

"Outer Profound Heart, double the Qi and Blood."

"Triple-Stack Technique, erupt with 3 times the force; today I will have you die a violent death here."

The sound of two overlapping heartbeats echoed within Zhou You's body; his Qi and Blood surged, and two sources of power of the same origin merged.

The second heart erupted, breaking through the limit of the Qi and Blood 3rd Stage in the blink of an eye.

That was not all; what followed was a doubling of damage output.

"Hungry Tiger Pounces on Prey!"

Zhou You had always thought that his more accurate nickname was 'Hungry Tiger', not Winged Tiger.

Because his strongest ultimate move had the Hungry Tiger Pounces on Prey as its core.

The Hungry Tiger painting in his home, with its immense influence on his body, mind, and style, shaped Zhou You's attacking style.

Zhou You felt a "Hunger" deep within his bones; it was a frantic craving for slaughter, victory, and spoils of war.

The Hungry Tiger lurks in the mountains and forests, viewing all things as prey; the longer it endures, the more ferocious it becomes.

Even though Yan Ping was a Martial Master, in Zhou You's eyes at this moment, he was merely a plump and delicious piece of prey.

"You're courting death!"

Seeing Zhou You close in to initiate an attack at such proximity, Yan Ping found it laughable.

If the opponent had relied on movement techniques to circle him and used Tiger Aura to attach to objects for long-range attacks, that would have actually been the most troublesome for him.

Now that he had abandoned his advantage to enter his optimal attack range, was he not courting death? Yan Ping's throat gurgled, his Adam's apple swelling red like an ugly tumor, and his arms expanded by a large margin.

When he raised his palm, the shadow of a pitch-black trapezoidal monument appeared behind him.

The surface of the trapezoidal monument was covered in the weathered marks of time, and its patterns and characters were quite blurred, making it impossible to see the specific content clearly.

"Eternal Wind and Flow Divine Path Monument!"

With his wounded body, Yan Ping forcibly drove his ultimate technique, causing his Qi and blood to surge backward, and blood dripped from his five senses and seven orifices.

He disregarded everything, his palm driving the monument shadow as it pressed down inch by inch toward the top of Zhou You's head.

In Jiang Hua's line of sight, the opponent's Qi and blood were abnormally agitated, constantly on the verge of collapse.

The question was, could Zhou You withstand his killing blow?

Zhou You took deep breaths, the surrounding air flow tending toward stagnation, and the world transformed into a different appearance.

He broke free from the nearly solidified air and executed the directional shift of his Basic Lightness Skill.

This move was like a stroke of divine inspiration!

Under immense pressure, Zhou You was as slippery as a loach, drilling outward inch by inch against the wind of Yan Ping's palm.

Boom! After the monument shadow landed, the ground sank three feet, shrubs were snapped, and rocks collapsed.

Yan Ping felt no warmth or stickiness of flesh and blood on his palm, knowing that this strike had missed.

The next moment, a fist struck his right rib, hitting the original old wound without a hair's breadth of error.

"How did you know where my wound was?"

Zhou You focused on pouring his Tiger Aura into the wound and replied without raising his head, "I discovered it long ago; I waited until now to strike and seal the deal. Let's see if you die this time."

During their previous exchange, he had already discovered the abnormal flow of Qi and blood there and guessed it was the location of an old wound.

Now it seemed he had indeed bet correctly.

(End of chapter)