Chapter 280: Sweeping the Scene, Striding Away

"Good, a very good Du Yan Lu Zhigang, your schemes are even more formidable than your Poison Palm."

Nie Shanhe's clothes on his back were pierced through, his back scarred and raw; he stopped and leaned his wooden staff against the ground.

He knew himself that it was actually only a minor injury, but after Zhou You's performance, it had instead become an act of mercy.

Burdened by his reputation, not only could he not continue to fight, but he had to accept the other party's "good intentions."

"Today I admit defeat. I hope this is the only time you monopolize the bounty."

Nie Shanhe left carrying his long staff; the crowd watched his retreating figure in shock, unable to recover for a long time.

Wang Shuangdao and Nie Shanhe were defeated one after another, bringing a shocking effect; anyone else who wanted to challenge Zhou You first had to weigh themselves—how much were they really worth?

However, Fucheng was full of talent, and soon someone issued a challenge.

"Lu Zhigang, our brothers will meet you."

Three people squeezed out from the crowd; they were none other than the famous "Three Unity Brothers" among the Bounty Martial Artists.

The Three Unity Brothers were Zhang Tian, Liu Di, and Sun Ren, all experts in the late stage of Blood Qi.

The three brothers were already famous Blood Qi warriors themselves, and in actual combat, they had created a secret technique for joint attacks; this secret technique was known as the Three Talents Joint Attack, and they once had a record of easily killing an elementary Martial Master.

As soon as the Three Unity Brothers appeared, the surrounding crowd held their breath; Du Yan was in danger. No matter how formidable he was, how did he compare to a Martial Master?

Even a fierce tiger fears a pack of monkeys; a lone palm cannot withstand chaotic fists.

Zhou You swept his eyes over the three; the eldest, Zhang Tian, had a Blood Qi divine weapon, while the other two had empty hands.

"Come, let's make it quick."

Zhang Tian had just seen Zhou You's skills, so he used his full strength from the start, joining his two brothers to execute the Three Talents Joint Attack.

He himself drew a long saber, the Blood Qi divine weapon striking like lightning, cleaving down toward the top of the head with the force of a mountain.

Liu Di swung both arms in unison, like two long spears thrusting straight at Zhou You's center, targeting his chest and lower abdomen.

The third, Sun Ren, was skilled in ground-rolling fists; he curled into a ball with a somersault, hidden in the dust, and in the blink of an eye, rolled to Zhou You's feet, attacking from bottom to top, aiming for his crotch and navel—his vital points.

This coordination was seamless; one could only imagine how many times they had practiced it.

Zhou You's upper, middle, and lower paths were all attacked at once, almost simultaneously; defending any one path would mean neglecting the others.

Even a proper elementary Martial Master, if suddenly encountering such a joint attack, would capsize in the gutter.

"Well come!"

Zhou You's feet stepped out afterimages, taking three steps in one breath, his palms striking out in three consecutive blows.

One palm supported the sky, five fingers spread like hooks, gripping the back of Zhang Tian's saber while simultaneously slapping his face.

One palm covered the earth, the palm shadow like a net shrouding the ground-hog-like agile Sun Ren, the manic palm wind slowing his movements.

One palm was upright and straight, thrusting into the center, defending against Liu Di's killing blow while advancing within half a meter of him.

This process was very short; to the onlookers, it was like a knife inserting into a ripe melon, easily prying it into three petals.

Zhou You acted with ease, breaking the three men's joint attack in the blink of an eye, the force in his palms erupting to knock the three into the dust.

Thump, thump, thump! Zhang Tian, Liu Di, and Sun Ren were severely injured, vomiting blood as they fell to the ground; they didn't know how many bones were broken, and their internal organs showed signs of rupture, yet they were surprised to find they hadn't been poisoned.

"To deal with you, is there any need to use poison?"

Zhou You wasn't looking down on them; these three weren't even as good as the previous two. Their so-called joint attack was nothing more than a gimmick for surprise; once seen through, it was worthless.

Relying solely on the exquisite changes of his palm technique, Zhou You broke their joint attack with a wave of his hand, a flurry of chaotic palms beating all three into the dirt.

"Haha!"

Zhou You turned to look around, "Who else?"

The surroundings were silent, just like a giant python entering the forest; all were cicadas in the cold, none daring to make a sound! The crowd had a misunderstanding of Zhou You, thinking only his palm poison was formidable, while his other aspects were mediocre and not worth mentioning.

Three consecutive victories showed Zhou You's true level; his Lightness Skill and palm techniques were both those of a top-tier expert at the Blood Qi level. The Three Unity Brothers' joint attack, earth-shattering as it was, was beaten by him like a dead dog.

Suddenly someone remembered that the bounty monopolized by Du Yan Lu Zhigang was only ten thousand taels, and he hadn't smashed everyone's rice bowl either.

Compared to the strength he displayed, it was reasonable and sensible!

Zhou You looked around and, seeing no one object, knew that several consecutive matches had already established his reputation.

Suddenly, the panel prompted: "Trial Project: Swarm Attack, Target > 3, Battlefield Perspective enabled."

In an instant, wherever his gaze fell, the terrain was compressed into a three-dimensional sand table, presented before him in every detail.

The striking red dots were the swarm the panel prompted.

"Poison bees? Man-made control?"

Zhou You had rich experience with this and knew that many martial artists raised exotic insects, using their characteristics to achieve their own ends.

In his vision, this swarm was nearly transparent; as their wings vibrated, they were formless and shadowless, without even a sound.

It was simply an excellent tool for a sneak attack.

Hidden among the watching martial artists, one person's eyes flickered as he quietly hid the flute used to summon the poison bees into his sleeve.

He summoned the poison bees during the chaos, intending to catch 'Lu Zhigang' off guard and sting him to death.

This nest of shadowless poison bees was discovered when he went into the mountains to gather herbs; he found the larvae in a destroyed hive, brought them home to raise with honey, and tamed them for his own use.

The poison bees were skilled at hiding their tracks, and their toxin was extremely vicious, seeping into the body without detection until it was too late to cure once it erupted.

"Where did this rat come from, daring to play with poison in front of me? I am the ancestor of your poison-playing!"

Zhou You reached out through his gloves and grabbed seven or eight poison bees, pinching them until they exploded as they shot out their tail stingers! Pop, pop, the poison bees burst like firecrackers.

He swung out a vigorous palm wind, the poison aura weaving into a dense net that covered the area.

Under the panel's prompt, not a single poison bee escaped; all were wrapped into the poison aura.

The sneak attacker hidden in the crowd was terrified to the core; the shadowless poison bees he had raised for twenty years were wiped out in one go.

The other party was simply not human; he was a demon!

Terrified, he quietly turned and wanted to flee, but after taking only a few steps...

A gust of wild wind cut into the crowd, blowing the surrounding onlookers off balance, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived behind him.

"Was it you who manipulated the poison bees to ambush me? I hadn't intended to kill anyone today, so I'll just break my vow with you."

Zhou You grabbed him by the back of the neck with one palm, lifted him into mid-air, and used his five fingers to snap his neck with force.

He held the limp corpse, letting it sway in the wind mid-air, then looked at the surrounding martial artists whose eyes were filled with surprise and shock.

"Does anyone else have an opinion of me? Feel free to challenge me; I will not refuse."

He repeated this three times in a row, but no one answered.

Zhou You laughed heartily a few times, tossed the corpse aside, and strode away.

After a long while, someone whispered, "If Ma Yuanyang were here, he would never let him be this arrogant."

"If you ask me, we need 'Little Hegemon Marquis' Yan Wanjun to step in. He's been out on business lately; otherwise, he would have beaten Lu Zhigang to a pulp long ago."

"Hmm, our Fucheng's female warriors aren't bad either; it would be no suspense for the noblewoman Liu Jinguo to defeat him."

The many martial artists listed the peak Blood Qi experts in the city one by one, yet they could not change one fact...

After today's battle, Lu Zhigang has won several consecutive matches and has already established a reputation of being invincible in Blood Qi.

(End of this chapter)