Chapter 216: Poisoned and Hand Severed, Weapon and Guillotine

Bao Tiefeng's hand rested on the door when his heart suddenly skipped a beat, a sense of unease flashing through his mind.

He couldn't say what was wrong, but he simply felt that something was amiss! This groundless doubt caused his movements to slow for a moment, yet the door still swung open a crack due to inertia.

The inside and outside of the door were starkly different; there was light in the room, while outside there was only the pitch-black night.

Standing where Bao Tiefeng was and looking out, he only saw a human silhouette standing in the night outside the door.

Every hair on his body stood on end as he finally realized what was wrong: this physique did not belong to any Disciple in his memory.

A stranger? An uninvited guest? At this moment, Zhou You, currently in the guise of Lu Zhigang, had already raised his palm to strike toward the crack in the door.

The Poison Aura shot out like a high-pressure water jet, *puchi* piercing through the door and smashing directly toward Bao Tiefeng's face.

This was no ordinary poisonous smoke or gas, but a solidified, tangible Poison Aura.

To put it simply, it was like a giant iron hammer coated in deadly poison; striking one's face would not only poison them but also disfigure them.

Bao Tiefeng's reaction was not slow; he retreated violently, opened his mouth to gulp down a massive amount of air, and compressed it in his chest before spraying it out.

His upper and lower body moved in sync, and his counterattack was not the least bit sluggish.

A Martial Master possesses iron lungs and can pull off such a feat; if an ordinary person were to inhale that much air in such a short time, their alveoli would burst on the spot.

"Retreat!"

With a roar from Bao Tiefeng, the airflow from his mouth collided with the Poison Aura like ten thousand sharp arrows.

*Stab, stab*—the piercing sounds were like those against hard wood; the Poison Aura was shattered, and the nearby door frame and wall bricks were affected, melting with a *hissing* sound.

"Deadly poison!"

Seeing this, Bao Tiefeng's eyelids twitched wildly; even with the body of a Martial Master, he could not withstand such potent poison.

He retreated a few more steps, flipped his body to crash through the window, and jumped out of the cramped room.

The air circulation in a small space is poor, which is perfect for the Poison Palm to exert its power.

Therefore, Bao Tiefeng's reaction to switch the battlefield immediately could be called seasoned and capable.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! * Zhou You slapped the door, and the wooden door shattered on the spot, accompanied by a large section of wall bricks breaking apart.

Countless brick fragments and wooden splinters were wrapped in the Poison Aura, roaring like a tornado as they swept toward Bao Tiefeng.

He had already cultivated to the level where the Poison Aura could attach to objects; every single stone fragment or wooden splinter was a medium for transmitting the Poison Aura, making it extremely lethal.

Seeing this, Bao Tiefeng dodged again, lifting his sleeves to whip them wildly, attempting to suppress the opponent's Poison Aura with his fist wind.

Yet the Poison Aura seemed to have eyes; it actually knew how to dodge, twisting and leaping like a giant python, diving high and low.

The commotion here was too loud, and Disciples had already begun to react, gathering from afar.

"Master, what happened?"

Bao Tiefeng's rules for managing the martial arts hall were extremely strict; without his orders, Disciples were not allowed to step into his area.

Therefore, even though the Disciples were suspicious, they only dared to ask and did not dare to barge in rashly.

"Du Yan Lu Zhigang is trying to assassinate me; come quickly and surround him."

Bao Tiefeng called out to the Disciples, not for help, but to surround all the key passages to prevent Zhou You from escaping.

He was confident; Zhou You was relying on the Poison Palm for a sneak attack to catch him off guard, but the final victory would still belong to him.

The reason was that he, Bao Tiefeng, was a genuine Martial Master.

Bao Tiefeng saw that Zhou You's Palm Poison was powerful enough to threaten him, so he did not engage him head-on, instead constantly throwing punches to force him to defend.

Gradually, the unstoppable momentum Zhou You had at the start was slowly being suppressed by him.

After all, the Mastiff Fist was a self-contained school of fist techniques, and the power it exerted in the hands of a Martial Master was truly full-strength.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing the Disciples take their positions, blocking all paths of survival in every direction, the entire interior and exterior of the Tiefeng Martial Arts Hall had become a cage from which one could not escape even with wings.

Even if the opponent was the Du Yan, daring to come and assassinate him this time would result in broken wings and his soul being extinguished on the spot. Bao Tiefeng suddenly let out a heart-wrenching, wild bark, the sound sharp enough to pierce eardrums.

This was one of the secret techniques of the Mastiff Fist: the Dog God Bark.

Using a dog bark that exceeded what ordinary people could endure to disturb the enemy's mind and cover the traces of a true killing blow was a trick that never failed.

Once the Dog God Bark was unleashed, Zhou You's movements were clearly a beat slower.

Bao Tiefeng was overjoyed; his right hand transformed into a claw, moving like lightning to gouge at Zhou You's collarbone.

The grappling of the Mastiff Fist was sharp and peerless; once a key joint was locked, the enemy would have no recourse regardless of their skills.

Zhou You seemed to wake from a dream; realizing what was happening, he raised his hand to palm, attempting to deflect his right claw.

Bao Tiefeng sneered—a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating his own strength.

He opened his mouth and spat, the fierce wind deflecting the deadly palm wind; without the Palm Poison, how could a palm match the strength of a Martial Master? The moment the two palms made contact, the bones throughout Zhou You's body groaned in unison.

Bao Tiefeng was confident of success; this claw was like reaching into a bag to retrieve an item, enough to shatter Zhou You's hand and subsequently lock his entire body.

The gap between the middle stage of Blood Qi and a Martial Master was just that terrifying! Suddenly, an object flew out from Zhou You's sleeve, fast and bright, sticking to his fist and flying out first to stab at his palm.

Stinging pain!

Bao Tiefeng thought, "Not good, despicable," 'Lu Zhigang' actually had a hidden weapon in his sleeve.

He looked up and saw Zhou You holding a sharp dagger, the tip of the blade stained crimson—it had already drawn blood.

"An iron weapon refined by Blood Qi; you came prepared."

To be able to pierce his skin, it had to be a weapon refined by a Martial Master for at least five years.

Bao Tiefeng subconsciously moved his flesh to close the wound, but suddenly felt a stinging pain in the wound, as if salt had been sprinkled on it.

His entire palm went numb.

"Poisoned!"

Bao Tiefeng wished he could slap himself twice; Lu Zhigang's nickname was Du Yan, so how could he not have quenched the dagger in poison? The dagger was poisoned, and it was a deadly poison—Hui Yu snake venom, a single drop of which could kill thousands.

He had been muddle-headed; in his rush to close the wound, he had actually actively sealed the deadly poison into his body.

In the blink of an eye, the deadly poison traveled along his flesh and blood, and the possibility of drawing it out of his body was already gone.

The venom of the venomous snake is extremely ferocious; even if most of its toxicity has been lost, it is still more than enough to deal with a Primary Martial Master.

Zhou You breathed a sigh of relief; it was settled, and he could almost see the image of his opponent dying from the poison.

He had previously used the venomous snake poison to sneakily kill a Primary Martial Master named Gao Laozhuang, so he had successful experience.

However, the ruthlessness of Bao Tiefeng still exceeded Zhou You's expectations.

He used his intact hand to grip his poisoned wrist, and with a surge of Qi and blood force acting like a pair of pliers, he snapped the wrist bone with a click.

Amidst a teeth-grinding tearing sound, he forcibly ripped off his palm, with white tendons and mangled flesh curling outward.

Drip, drop, blood flowed like a gushing spring!

The blood at the severed end was red; the deadly poison had not yet spread to his arm.

"Someone, bring me my Mastiff-head guillotine."

Bao Tiefeng, like a brave warrior severing his own wrist, shouted loudly, and several Apprentices came forward, grunting and heaving as they carried a massive, wide blade.

The head of this large blade was blunt and round, with a hole the size of a fist carved out of it, and the entire blade body was both wide and thick.

At the hilt's collar was a strange beast resembling a male lion with its bloody maw wide open; it should be the legendary strange beast, the giant Mastiff.

The outline and shape of the blade were strikingly similar to the grass-cutting guillotines commonly seen in villages and the countryside.

A wooden axle is inserted into the hole in the blade head, fixed in a wooden groove to rotate, lifting and pressing down to guillotine fodder, leather, and the like.

(End of this chapter)