Chapter 342: Hungry Tiger Swallows the Sun: Breaking Through to Martial Master

At this moment, Gongliang City was like a leaf floating on muddy water, or perhaps like breadcrumbs dropped into an anthill.

It was teetering in the wind and rain, on the verge of collapse! In reality, the defensive line of the city wall was not a simple line, but a three-dimensional defensive system.

The enemy climbing over the wall did not mean defeat; one could still rely on the city wall's comprehensive defensive system to eliminate the enemy's effective strength.

On various sections of the city wall, intense battles were currently unfolding.

In some places, rebels crowded outside the city gates, and Qi and Blood warriors lifted large stones and logs to smash violently against the massive portals; the defenders behind the gates had their teeth rattled and eyes bloodshot, the skin on their arms supporting the gates torn and mangled.

There were also rebel Martial Masters who had penetrated deep alone; their subordinates were all dead, and the main force remained far behind, unable to catch up, yet they had charged ahead, climbed the city wall, and were fighting the defending Martial Masters in a chaotic, earth-shattering struggle.

More often, it was a melee between the enemy and our side on the city wall, where friend and foe could not be distinguished; to survive, they swung fists and blades, eliminating every living thing in sight.

On the battlefield in all directions, the Martial Masters' gazes spanned hundreds or thousands of meters, observing the progress of the situation.

As the defender of this battle, Gongliang City had a great advantage, but the enemy was numerous and mostly desperate outlaws, which was also very troublesome.

After Su Cheng was destroyed, where did so many people crawl out from?

More than one person thought this.

The size and scale of Su Cheng and Gongliang City were not much different; the rebels, with the remnants of Su Cheng as their main force, threatened the current Gongliang City in both numbers and the quality of their warriors.

Where did the power pushing from behind come from, and what was its purpose?

"Zhou You is in danger over there; facing two enemies, there are two Martial Masters on the other side. Even if his former master came, he would have to weigh his chances."

Successive Martial Masters noticed this battlefield, and they were not optimistic about Zhou You's situation.

It was obvious: pick the soft persimmon to squeeze; the rebels saw that Zhou You was only at the Qi and Blood realm, while other wall sections had Martial Masters stationed there.

"The little tiger will fall rapidly before he can grow up. If he had known this earlier, would he regret leaving Wang Laohu so soon?" Mao Laoliu sighed and shook his head.

Nearby, the sound of tearing flesh never ceased; Mao Lang's killing intent could not be stopped, and he was still shredding the enemy's corpses.

Several disciples of the martial arts school were all somewhat helpless; this junior brother had a very unique hobby.

Other Martial Masters also expressed similar sentiments.

As the leading figures of the Gongliang City martial arts circle, they had witnessed Zhou You's rise step by step, and tonight they were seeing his fall.

The starry night sky often had meteors, appearing suddenly and vanishing suddenly, brilliant for no more than an instant; the martial arts circle was not short of such geniuses who appeared and disappeared suddenly.

"Huhu!"

Zhou You caught his breath; both his Original Heart and Profound Heart were already seventy or eighty percent exhausted, and his Qi and Blood were severely insufficient.

His chest, back, arms, and shoulders were covered in fist and hand prints, the skin and flesh sunken to the bone, yet he had not broken skin or bled.

The defense of the Mixed Origin Iron Garment could be called heaven-defying; to resist Martial Masters with Qi and Blood and still achieve this was not easy.

The human body is like a bucket; no matter how it deforms, it can still hold water, but once a hole appears, it is a disaster. The Qi and Blood essence has a channel to leak out, which will lead to exhaustion and death before one knows it.

The two rebel Martial Masters looked even more shocked; a mere peak Qi and Blood warrior had actually held out for dozens of rounds under their joint attack, not only not dying but not even falling from serious injury.

What kind of monster was this youth?

They had originally thought this section of the wall was a soft persimmon, but now it seemed they had miscalculated; it was actually a hard bone, but was that all? "Winged Tiger Zhou You, your Qi and Blood are more than half exhausted, and you can no longer continue; if you keep fighting, you will surely die."

"Surrender; there is still a way to live if you join us."

The fifty-year-old Martial Master had just begun to persuade him to surrender when he saw Zhou You take out a bottle of Secret Medicine to replenish Qi and Blood and swallow it.

His eyelids twitched twice; this kind of Secret Medicine was highly nourishing for Qi and Blood and extremely expensive, costing fifty taels of gold per pill. Zhou You swallowed 10 pills in one breath in front of him; the young man did not know how to save—how was he going to live?

The previously consumed Qi and Blood now rose like a rocket! "The time has come."

Zhou You looked up at the horizon at the end of the city.

Counting the time, they had been fighting for a day and a night.

When the surprise attack began, it was the afternoon of the previous day; now it was the morning of the second day.

The first light of dawn appeared, and the morning was in sight; a round red sun was spitting light from beneath the horizon, casting its rays onto the firmament in advance.

The magnificent and gorgeous landscape was suddenly in view.

The moment the sun rose, all things flourished, full of infinite hope and possibility.

Zhou You took a deep breath, as if he had already seen the brilliant scene of sunlight spreading across the earth.

Suddenly, his throat itched, and a strong sense of hunger came from his abdomen; it was a strong craving for victory and hope.

Not enough, not enough, far from enough! He had to win, to kill the two enemy Martial Masters, to kill and repel the attacking rebels, and even more, to protect his father and mother and family.

A scene he had once seen in the mountains appeared before his eyes.

On a cliff in the early morning, a starving yellow and black tiger turned its ears, tilted its head toward the rising sun on the mountain ahead, opened its mouth, and stuck out its tongue; its white teeth were like it was swallowing the morning sun.

The Hungry Tiger swallowing the sun—the emotion of that moment remained in his heart, and now it appeared in his memory once again.

A whistling sound like a boiling kettle rang in Zhou You's ears; the Qi and Blood in his body rolled like magma, the temperature on his skin rose sharply, and a red-hot halo diffused from the fine hairs on his body.

He was improving, his physique was evolving, and that threshold was merely a formality.

Having had the experience of two previous incarnations, he immediately identified this state as the sign of advancing toward a Martial Master.

After experiencing the fullness of the peak of Qi and Blood, the days of tense preparation, and then the battle with the two enemy Martial Masters for a day and a night, a chain reaction finally occurred.

His state was like climbing stone steps; in the situation of ninety-nine steps, he had taken the final step and was completely fulfilled.

"Aowu!"

Zhou You crouched low, his limbs taut like steel; explosive power traveled along his spine from the top of his head to his tailbone, and a tingling sensation like an electric current spread to his limbs and bones, washing away the injuries and congestion in his body.

He opened his mouth to swallow, and at this very moment, a round of morning sun leaped out from the horizon, seemingly echoing his desire and craving.

"Hungry Tiger swallows the sun."

Zhou You felt increasingly hungry; he took out all the medicine bottles on his body, crushed them, and swallowed them in one breath.

The Secret Medicine melted upon entering his mouth, replenishing the massive Qi and Blood gap brought about by upgrading to a Martial Master.

Infinite joy arose in his heart; the breakthrough he had waited for so long finally arrived unexpectedly.

Although a breakthrough on the battlefield is dangerous, for him, it was not necessarily a chance to seek victory in danger.

His throat itched more and more, and a mass of heat in his chest could not be suppressed, rushing out of his mouth and nose to turn into a heart-rending roar.

A Hungry Tiger's roar shook this battlefield, and the vibration of Qi and blood within the sound wave drew the gazes of one Martial Master after another.

Someone was actually breaking through to Martial Master on the battlefield; who else could have such luck? It was the Winged Tiger Zhou You! The news was like a thunderclap descending from the sky, briefly causing a moment of stillness and pause.

(End of chapter)