Chapter 295: Wang Laohu Suffers a Loss; The Great Clan Sends Someone

"Yan Ping, you have come to my Gongliang City as a guest, and we should naturally host you."

"But you have caused such a great commotion without giving any prior notice; this is not the etiquette of a guest."

"State your intentions!"

The person speaking was the master of the Jian Xiong Martial Arts Hall and the Martial Arts Association President of this city, Wang Jianxiong.

Wang Jianxiong's voice represented the attitude of the gathered martial artists: even if you are a powerful outsider, you cannot come to our territory to cause trouble.

Furthermore, the Cloud-Touching Stronghold has already been destroyed; you, Kaibeishou Yan Ping, are nothing but a wandering ghost, still being hunted to this day.

The one hunting Kaibeishou Yan Ping is none other than Wang Laohu's good friend, Commander Chen.

"Hmm?"

Zhou You, disguised as Yan Ping, swept his gaze over them indifferently. "Chen Lie, that brute, destroyed my stronghold. Since you are on good terms with him, take this finger strike on his behalf."

As the last three words left his lips, a faint chill and killing intent permeated the surroundings.

The martial artists subconsciously took half a step back, assuming defensive postures in preparation for a counterattack, the hairs on their bodies standing on end.

Wang Jianxiong bore the brunt of it, thinking to himself that this was bad; they had seen Bao Tiefeng's wounds before coming here.

The current Yan Ping was not the man he used to be; he could not be treated as the former bandit leader. Judging by his strength, he was at least a mid-to-high-level martial artist expert.

Swish! The Ice Marrow Finger was unleashed, and the water vapor in the air it passed through condensed, instantly freezing into a brilliant ribbon of ice.

Faster than the fingertip was the figure itself. Zhou You utilized his Lv10 Basic Lightness Skill, creating a visual distortion for the onlookers, as if his entire silhouette had surged ahead, arriving at the front before the Ice Marrow Finger.

"How preposterous!"

The hairs all over Wang Jianxiong's body stood on end, like a tiger with its fur bristling, and the Qi and blood in his body surged violently like the raging waves of a long river.

Steam rose from the top of his head, a manifestation of him mobilizing his power to the fullest.

A silver light, faintly streaked with pale gold, emerged on his skin, which resembled the bark of a withered tree; it was the unreserved 'Silver Tiger' Evil power.

Wang Laohu was getting serious.

He had to get serious; facing an Yan Ping who was no longer his former self, a moment of carelessness could lead to a disastrous defeat.

"White Tiger Seven Kills: Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Seven "kill" words were roared out, and the surrounding area was shrouded in silver Tiger Evil, with killing intent rushing in like a tide.

A figure was seen weaving through like the wind, actually slipping in right against the Tiger Evil, a single ice flower swaying gently at his fingertip.

No matter how the Tiger Evil rolled and spread, it could never touch the hem of his garment.

"Wang Laohu is in trouble!"

Mao Laoliu shook his head as he watched; if one couldn't even brush against the hem of the opponent's garment, then no matter how powerful one's fists were, it was useless.

It would be the same if they went up there; this was a crushing, massive gap in strength.

'Yan Ping' had an ice flower at his fingertip, yet he did not strike, relying on his superior movement technique to purely toy with Wang Jianxiong.

After his stronghold was destroyed, what kind of fortuitous encounter did this guy have to grow from a third-rate martial artist to this point today?

Did the legendary Golden Immortal Dao truly possess the supernatural power to turn decay into magic? They, as martial artists, were not interested in such mystical nonsense, but if they could advance their Martial Dao even further...

The battle in the arena had reached a critical moment where it was ready to erupt at any second.

Zhou You had been sweating for a long time; while he appeared effortless to the outside world, he was actually like a tightrope walker, maintaining a fragile balance where the slightest mistake would lead to being smashed to pieces.

Wang Laohu was worthy of being Wang Laohu; every move he made possessed destructive power.

Once his own strength failed and he could no longer maintain his current high-speed movement, he would be swept into the surrounding Silver Tiger Evil.

Wang Jianxiong was even more terrified than he was!

The outcome of a fist fight depends on effective output; in layman's terms, it is how much force from a punch actually lands on the enemy.

From just now until now, Wang Jianxiong's punches had been as fast as a windmill, each one possessing the immense power to shatter mountain gates and chisel through stone beams.

However, the opponent's movement technique was as intangible as nothingness, and not a single punch had landed; it was all ineffective output. If this continued, 'Yan Ping' would remain unscathed, while he would soon be exhausted and defeated.

Friends who have played games know that when you encounter a tricky target, if your sniper rifle can't hit it, you should switch to artillery fire to carpet-bomb the area.

"Hu Nue Ren Jian is hopeless."

Wang Jianxiong crossed his arms, and the dense Silver Tiger Evil formed nine diagonal lines on each side, intersecting into a grid.

Swish, this ultimate move was unleashed like a heavenly net descending, instantly shrouding the area where Zhou You was located.

This was a large-scale killing move, and only the body of a martial artist could bear the strain.

Zhou You's pupils contracted sharply, his fingertip trembling at high speed, and the ice flower instantly swelled to the size of a millstone before flying out of his hand.

The ice flower was as brilliant as a diamond, and as it tumbled, the surrounding water vapor turned into a dense white mist.

Frost and white mist on the ground spread rapidly, crawling and expanding like living tentacles, instantly occupying and seizing the surrounding ground.

The moisture in the air was subjected to rapid freezing, and with a soft crackling sound, tiny ice flowers appeared one after another.

The killing grid formed by the Silver Tiger Evil could not block the pervasive cold.

"Solidify!"

The cold air that passed through the mesh of the grid writhed a few times, re-condensing into an ice flower that landed on Wang Jianxiong's chest.

Wang Jianxiong let out a muffled groan, a "Wang" character pattern appearing on his forehead, and his features instantly became as ferocious as a vicious tiger.

The next moment...

Plop, a fist-sized lump of flesh writhed and bulged from his chest; as it met the wind, it rapidly grew facial features, opened its mouth, and let out a shrill howl that was heart-wrenching.

The power of the Ice Marrow Finger was entirely absorbed by this bizarre lump of flesh.

Plop, the lump of flesh was frozen as hard as a rock, and with a thud, it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Dayin Mountain secret technique, Tiger Minion Substitute Corpse Art."

The color on Wang Jianxiong's face vanished by ninety percent in an instant, turning as pale as paper, not at all like a living person.

Clearly, this move had overdrawn too much of his Qi and blood, damaging his foundation; it was no different from an internal injury.

If he knew the true identity of the 'Yan Ping' before him, he would likely be so shocked that he would faint on the spot.

After Zhou You unleashed this Ice Marrow Finger, he had no energy left for anything else; it wasn't that he was posturing, but that he could not move.

A single Ice Marrow Finger had completely drained all the strength from his two hearts, leaving him unable to move even a single strand of hair.

If the Ice Marrow Finger couldn't hold them off either, he would have only one final retreat: to exploit a bug in the interface projection, switch his main body to his avatar, and then use the projection's recall function to vanish on the spot.

Fortunately, the result was quite good, and he had managed to pull off the act after all.

Wang Jianxiong had suffered a major loss the moment he made his move, and the other martial masters dared not act.

The severity of this matter had already risen by several levels, and it was now necessary for the two great clans to step in.

Gongliang City was not their private property, so a token effort was enough; surely they weren't actually expected to sacrifice themselves? That was out of the question!

Fortunately, the two great clans did not react slowly and arrived at the scene one after another.

The ground was covered in submissive charm-beings, among which were many powerful transformed charm-beings, making everyone who arrived feel somewhat terrified.

The person in charge from the Xu family was the Clan Head's most trusted brother, Xu Baigui, a Primary Martial Master, who also brought along several family martial masters.

The person who came from the Qi Family was an acquaintance of Zhou You, the Second Young Master Qi Fengxiao, who also brought family martial masters as reinforcements.

After they arrived on the scene and saw the severely wounded Wang Jianxiong, their assessment of "Yan Ping" increased by several degrees.

Even Wang Laohu had suffered a loss; this Moyunzi, besides being able to command charm-beings, was also quite skilled in fist techniques!

(End of chapter)