Chapter 273: Fire Poison Iron Palm vs. Seven Step Poison Sand Palm

A person's activities will inevitably leave remnants; whether it is eating, drinking, excreting, or gathering supplies and building secret chambers, all will leave traces.

No matter how cunning Wu Zhuifeng is, he cannot defy the laws of nature.

After obtaining the intelligence, Zhou You analyzed it carefully and thoroughly.

Combining this with the encounters of the previous 47 Bounty Martial Artists, it is clear that Wu Zhuifeng is extremely cunning and skilled at counter-tracking.

Therefore, much of the information circulating in the outside world is very likely a smokescreen he intentionally released to confuse the public.

Hmm, thinking about it this way, the 12,000 taels price tag from the Information House is not exactly an exorbitant demand.

So, how can one find his true location?

Zhou You's gaze swept over various locations, and he suddenly thought of a clue mentioned by a Disciple of the Iron Fist Martial Hall.

"Volcanic lava?"

The Iron Palm Martial Hall uses iron sand exclusively to practice palm techniques, so the demand for iron sand is very high.

Wu Zhuifeng went a step further, adding volcanic lava to enhance his palm techniques with fire poison.

Why not change the line of thought: what kind of place is convenient for collecting both iron sand and volcanic lava, while also being suitable for hiding people?

"Hmm, let me also check which places frequently have fires."

Zhou You added a new idea.

He has been practicing the Ice Marrow Finger recently and is amazed by the immense power of this technique; he is as excited as a child who has just received a wooden sword, trying it out everywhere.

Wu Zhuifeng prides himself on his fire poison and must surely practice frequently to increase its power, which would inevitably involve arson.

This is the trace he must leave behind! As for the places where those Bounty Martial Artists met their end, they are certainly not near his frequently visited lair, but are traps selected for ambushes.

Fucheng is truly vast, and the area outside the city is also boundlessly wide.

Synthesizing several conditions, Zhou You selected a total of 21 locations.

The only way is to use the brute-force method and check them one by one; if Wu Zhuifeng is hiding there, the panel will definitely give a prompt.

Hard work pays off...

Outside an abandoned mine pit, the task regarding Wu Zhuifeng on the panel flashed with a strong red light.

It is very clear that the target, Wu Zhuifeng, is hiding inside the mine tunnel.

This is tricky! Zhou You gazed at the deep entrance, which looked so dark it seemed to have no end, with bone-chilling cold wind blowing out from the depths from time to time.

This mine vein produces coal, specifically supplied to Fucheng's massive population for burning to keep warm.

Fucheng's massive population dug this mine vein empty in just over a hundred years, leaving behind only mine tunnels extending from the surface into the underground.

It is said that the total length of the mine tunnels here could even circle Fucheng 10 times.

Wu Zhuifeng is indeed hiding inside, it's really hard to find... as if! That is for ordinary people; Zhou You has the panel's support, which is equivalent to a high-precision radar, and he has a sense as long as he is near Wu Zhuifeng.

The dark, sunless environment in the mine tunnel is perfect for him to utilize the Stealth attribute of the Seven Step Poison Sand.

Zhou You stepped into the shadows, and dense goosebumps rose on his skin, wriggling like a large patch of snake scales.

The next moment, his silhouette merged into the dark depths of the mine tunnel, and even his breathing could no longer be heard.

"Huhu, run, run, the evil thief is coming."

"I want Daddy."

"Your daddy is dead, hit in the chest by the evil thief's palm, his hair even caught fire; I saw his corpse, his eye sockets were burned dry, the whole person shriveled to death, smaller than a wild dog at the village entrance."

"Sob sob sob, I want Daddy, I just want Daddy."

The young man in the darkness ran wildly while holding the child who was crying incessantly.

His heart was filled with panic; he knew that carrying a crying child would definitely not allow him to escape the evil thief's pursuit, but he could not bear to let go. A group of people had been abducted into this sunless tunnel to become prey for the other party to test his palms.

There were over two hundred people when they entered, but now, only he and this child who had lost both father and mother remained.

That evil thief is simply a demon; he has no grudge against them, nor does he want money for ransom, he just keeps saying he wants to practice his palms.

He has seen martial artists who use fists, but who uses living people to practice palms and fists? It is simply treating human life like grass.

Watching helplessly as familiar relatives, friends, and even the girl he secretly loved burned and shriveled under the evil thief's demonic palms, turning into terrifying-looking dried corpses... the young man ran until he was exhausted, his vision blurred, and the child's crying in his ears gradually faded away.

"Stop crying, we are both going to die here."

He said to the child in his arms, "Remember, even in death, do not forget that the enemy who killed us and killed your daddy is Iron Palm Wu Zhuifeng."

*Pat*, the big and small figures tripped and fell to the ground, unable to run any further.

"Hmm?"

Before the young man lost consciousness, he seemed to see a black shadow wriggling on the ground, extending a humanoid upper body.

The pitch-black humanoid grinned, its teeth quite white, and it deliberately raised an index finger to press against its lips, signaling him not to speak.

What is this, is it human or ghost, or... a monster?

He was tired, sleepy, and suffering from Hunger; he hugged the child tightly and lay on the ground, unable to make a sound.

Footsteps sounded from the mine tunnel behind, stepping with a deadly rhythm as they approached rapidly.

It's here!

Wu Zhuifeng's right palm was still stuck with half a corpse, and fire poison was continuously pouring into it.

The elastic skin on the surface of the corpse rapidly dehydrated and withered, its volume shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, the corpse was reduced to less than the size of two palms, and he flung it against the stone wall, smashing it to pieces.

His signature skill, based on the Iron Palm, incorporates Earth Lung Fire Poison; when unleashed, it is extraordinarily scorching, causing one's mouth to become parched and dry. Once it strikes a flesh-and-blood body, the moisture evaporates in an instant, and the enemy turns into a dried corpse on the spot.

This method is already close to the evil path.

Wu Zhuifeng only dared to practice secretly at first, until he was caught by his fellow junior sister; after his threats failed, he raped and killed her, which completely opened the door to taboo, and he ran outside the city to kill people and practice his skills without restraint.

The effect of piling up human lives is very obvious; his Fire Poison Iron Palm has progressed rapidly and is already at the peak of Blood Qi.

That trace of fire poison attribute is an important trump card for knocking on the threshold of a Martial Master.

"Not enough, the number of people killed is not enough, my fire poison is still lacking a bit of heat."

Wu Zhuifeng's wide-open eyeballs were more than half protruding from their sockets, their surfaces covered in bloodshot veins; this was a sign of internal fire deficiency and excess.

His breath was dry and scorching, and upon seeing the two innocent people lying on the ground, he raised his palm without the slightest hesitation.

Orange light flickered across his palm prints, and a granular, metallic luster faintly shimmered on his dark skin.

Fire Poison Iron Sand Palm! His entire arm swelled, the fire poison causing his meridians and blood vessels to sting, further stimulating his ferocity and murderous intent.

Just as this palm, which looked as if it had been cast from raw iron, was about to strike the two defenseless flesh-and-blood bodies.

Suddenly, a shadow on the ground moved, "Seven Step Poison Sand Palm."

A figure leaped out from thin air, wrapped in colorful clear wind, and struck Wu Zhuifeng squarely on the back of his shoulder with one palm.

"A sneak attack?" Wu Zhuifeng's mouth split into a ferocious grin as he swung his powerful Iron Palm toward the opponent's wrist.

When it came to sheer force and ferocity, the Iron Sand Palm had no rival in Fucheng; he was confident he could shatter the opponent's wrist bone with a single strike.

Although the sneak attacker's ability to hide was extremely formidable, once they truly came to blows, they would only die beneath his scorching Iron Palm.

(End of chapter)