Chapter 212: Destroying the Rotten and Breaking the Dry

No one could foresee the future or predict the current situation.

Zhou You fought two opponents at once, easily dealing with Xiang Zhigang and Bao Chang.

The sounds of cursing and gasping filled the air; the Apprentices from Panshi Martial Arts Hall and Tie Feng Martial Arts Hall, seeing their Senior Brothers' lives hanging in the balance, were all stirred up and clamoring to seek revenge on Zhou You.

They still had some sense, knowing they were no match for him, so they shouted for their masters to come and uphold justice.

Zhang Shiyu swept a disdainful glance at the two men on the ground.

He coldly reminded them, "If you drag them back now, they might still be saved; wait any longer, and you'll just be collecting corpses!"

The vitality of Qi and Blood martial artists is different from ordinary people; even though one had his internal organs exposed and the other was nearly falling apart, if treated in time, they could at least keep their lives.

The Apprentices from the two martial arts halls realized this immediately and hurriedly carried their respective Senior Brothers away.

"Huhu, good, good, good!"

Mao Lang let out a roar, "You are truly interesting; I recognize you."

"When I was at Jian Xiong Martial Arts Hall, I beat your Senior Brother to death while you were there; today, it is my turn to beat you to death."

He bared his teeth and grinned, his excited expression like that of a wild beast.

The nickname Mad Beast was truly well-deserved!

Zhou You remained calm; he hadn't delivered a finishing blow earlier just to conserve his strength.

This street was filled with countless hidden and open murderous intentions; after finishing two, there were two more, and behind them were Weapon Masters at the late stage of Qi and Blood.

He was currently fighting against the malice of the entire Gongliang City martial arts circle single-handedly.

Mao Lang stepped into the arena before Zhang Shiyu; as his Vajra Fist moved, the sound of breaking air carried a thick metallic scent.

Mao Laoliu had once boasted that when it came to gold and stone, gold came before stone, and his Vajra Fist was superior to the Rock Fist.

Because of this, the two halls had fought several major battles, resulting in significant casualties.

At least looking at today, the opponent before Zhou You, Mao Lang, was far superior to Xiang Zhigang.

Both were at Qi and Blood 3rd Stage, but Mao Lang's innate combat talent and beast-like intuition always played a miraculous role.

Zhou You exchanged a few moves with him and found them as unpredictable as a dragon soaring through the clouds.

He had to admit that some people were born to practice martial arts, naturally gifted for this line of work.

No wonder Mao Laoliu treated him like a treasure; such a genius would surely master the Vajra Fist technique in the future.

In Mao Lang's hands, the Vajra Fist carried a strong personal style, making its power even sharper.

This guy could definitely create his own fist techniques, and unlike Zhou You who cheated with the Wuxiang Tongkui, he relied purely on his own talent.

"This is not the Tiger Subduing Fist!"

After fighting for a moment, Mao Lang questioned him in a muffled voice.

"Of course not, it is my own creation, the Double Body Tiger Form Fist."

Zhou You's punches were like a fierce tiger with two bodies, leaving his enemy confused, with his back appearing everywhere—front, back, left, and right.

One moment they saw Zhou You throwing a punch, and the next, they were struck by his Tiger Tail Kick.

It felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if being besieged by two people.

As a bystander, Zhang Shiyu finally understood why the two had lost when joining forces; even he would be in trouble if faced with the same offensive!

At some point, a gray-clothed middle-aged man arrived behind him and said, "Let's go!"

He opened his mouth and blurted out, "Why should I leave?"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man was blunt, "If you don't leave now, are you waiting to humiliate yourself? You are no match for either of them."

Zhang Shiyu was so angry his nose went crooked; what did that mean? Not only was he inferior to Zhou You, but he was also worse than Mao Lang? Fire burned in his heart, "You can leave if you want, but I must fight Zhou You."

"To tell you the truth, even without using weapons, I might not be able to defeat him; why do you insist on provoking such a tough opponent?"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man watched the two figures exchange blows, feeling incredibly shocked.

The younger generation is to be feared; the last time he saw such a genius was within the sect, yet there were hidden gems among the common folk as well. Thinking this, he grabbed Zhang Shiyu by the back of his neck, "Stop talking nonsense and come back with me."

"I will speak to your foster father myself; I am doing this for your own good, don't throw your life away for nothing."

The gray-clothed middle-aged man dragged Zhang Shiyu away by force, leaving behind desperate wails, "I haven't taken back my death warrant yet!"

A wave of sighs rose from the crowd, feeling deep contempt for his attempt to flee the battle.

The gray-clothed middle-aged man rolled his eyes; they weren't part of the martial arts circle, so why would they care about reputation? Just leave! Zhou You swept a glance with his peripheral vision and saw Zhang Shiyu leaving, but he had no time to pay attention.

"Earth-Sprouting Golden Lotus."

The familiar lethal move descended upon him, and it was an upgraded, reinforced version.

Back then, Mao Lang, as a Strength Apprentice, had used this move to kill the Qi and Blood Disciple Wu Yanyi across ranks.

Now that his strength was greater, his execution of this move was even more skillful.

Though called Earth-Sprouting Golden Lotus, his execution was different from before; golden light erupted from his shoulders, elbows, hands, and knees.

The Earth-Sprouting Golden Lotus, originally a lethal move that traveled along the ground, was now erupting from over a dozen points on Mao Lang's body simultaneously.

Zhou You's face was cast in a faint yellow hue by the brilliant golden light.

He seemed to see the scene where Wu Yanyi was shredded, his waist torn open, and his internal organs spilling out like mud.

"Old tricks, you still want to use them?"

Zhou You suddenly looked up at the sky, his Adam's apple swelling ten times over in an instant, as if swallowing a giant ostrich egg.

At the same time, blood vessels bulged on his skin like a dense web woven from iron ropes.

He held a mouthful of Tiger Roar Jade, keeping it unreleased, while destructive power filled his limbs and torso, and his body was braced by the 5th stage General Unloading Armor.

To use an analogy, it was like an inflated balloon covered in a wire mesh.

The dozen golden lotuses blooming around Mao Lang followed the wind and landed on Zhou You without missing a beat.

Calm and light, yet filled with murderous intent! Each golden lotus was a rotating blade of sharp Qi, as terrifying as a meat grinder, drilling madly into his skin upon contact.

Just at this moment, the Tiger Roar Jade in Zhou You's throat exploded with a muffled boom.

His body trembled slightly, invisibly expanding by a large margin, his skin shimmering with an iron-bright luster, flowing like water.

Under the reinforcement of Hard Qigong, his skin expanded, driven by the power of the Tiger Roar Jade, and collided with the golden lotus.

In the blink of an eye, countless crisp snapping sounds rang out!

Zhou You was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, shaking his entire body, and countless tiny specks of golden light shook off like dew.

Broad shoulders, thick back, narrow waist, arms thick as pillars, and legs like blades!

The baleful aura between his brows condensed, vaguely forming the character "King".

"The Monarch welcomes a guest, laying bare one's heart."

Zhou You supported Mao Lang's chest with both palms, instantly erupting with force to push him back with all his might.

This move was Wang Laohu's signature skill, a move that returned to simplicity; as long as one's strength reached the level, it was not difficult to learn.

Amidst the booming sound, the internal organs, flesh, and bones inside Mao Lang's body stirred restlessly, eagerly trying to break through his skin and fly out.

At the critical moment of life and death, the wolf tooth he wore vibrated with a hum, and a glow of blood-Qi wrapped around his entire body.

Taking sides again, and still at it?

Zhou You felt a headache; how did these heaven-favored children all have an Amulet? Isn't this cheating? He couldn't help but feel some regret; the Amulet had cracked, and Mao Laoliu would arrive immediately upon receiving the news, leaving no time to beat Mao Lang to death.

Taking a few steps back, he drew a breath and slammed both palms onto Mao Lang's chest, taking advantage of the eruption of blood-Qi to pull away and retreat.

Mao Lang traced a huge arc, landing at the end of the street, where a terrifying air blast exploded on the spot.

Another mushroom cloud rose slowly.

(End of this chapter)