Chapter 366: One Against Three: Snake Battles Birds of Prey

Strong winds swept past Yingchao, and dark clouds gathered.

The corpses hanging from the surrounding cliffs swayed with the wind; the white bones and rotting flesh collided, eventually settling into stillness.

The corpses were a gruesome sight, their eyeballs pecked away by birds, their jaws hanging loose, and their eye sockets and mouths agape, as if accusing something.

The peak of Yingchao was already shrouded in hidden murderous intent, the temperature dropping to the extreme.

The Poison Snake Realm expert Lu Zhigang chose his moment with extreme viciousness, using his minions as cover to thrust his sword straight at Ying Laoda's front; the cold glint was contained yet ready to strike, subtle and elusive, with the center of the brows, the throat, and the heart all within range of the lethal blow.

The distance was too short and the strike too fast, leaving Sun Laoer and Bailao Laos no time to intervene.

Seeing this sharp, blood-energy divine weapon about to pierce into the body...

"A mere little poison snake, and you dare to come and ruffle an eagle's feathers?"

Ying Laoda sneered, the veins on his hands bulging as he unleashed his blood-energy in one breath, and his form-fitting black battle robe instantly transformed.

The threads woven into the black gauze, stimulated by the blood-energy, instantly increased tenfold in volume, sprouting strands of velvet.

Each black thread turned into an upright feather.

In an instant, the thin black gauze transformed into a great coat crowded with countless black feathers, wrapping around his entire body.

"Boss's Iron Feather Battle Robe!"

The sharp sword stabbed into Ying Laoda's chest, sparks flying with a clanging sound, as if it had struck a steel plate.

Zhou You rotated his wrist, adopting the Lanshu Zhua posture of Crane Boxing, retracting and thrusting the sharp sword again, fast as lightning.

The sharp sword struck Ying Laoda's brow again, and more sparks flew; the defensive power of this Iron Feather Battle Robe even covered his exposed skin, far exceeding expectations.

Zhou You sighed; he had made a mistake, not expecting the opponent to possess a defensive blood-energy divine weapon.

The opportunity for a strike that he had painstakingly plotted was now wasted.

There were two more formidable enemies behind him, and with one strike failing, he decisively withdrew.

A violent sound of breaking air arrived, the tearing wind shrill and piercing.

Sun Laoer reacted, lifting a large iron hammer that was taller and heavier than himself and throwing it over.

This large iron hammer weighed over ten thousand catties; when it was lifted from the ground, the ground near Yingchao groaned.

Anyone who uses a large iron hammer as a weapon is a warrior of innate divine strength.

Do not be deceived by Sun Laoer's naturally short stature; his arms possessed astonishing divine strength, and the large iron hammer was like a cotton bundle in his hands, light and effortless.

He smashed it down toward Zhou You's back, "Cloud-Soaring Falcon Strike!"

The shrill cry sounded as if it were shattering the clouds, and the unique iron-fishy smell of the iron wind rushed toward him, heavy as a mountain.

The palm-wind poison sand driven by Zhou You was smashed to pieces by the large iron hammer, becoming fragmented and non-threatening.

He knew he could not resist it head-on, or even if he blocked the large iron hammer, he would be subjected to a joint onslaught from Ying Laoda.

The joint attack of an eagle and a falcon is something even an Intermediate Martial Master would avoid like a plague; he must never fall between these two.

Zhou You decisively withdrew and thrust his sword backward, but Sun Laoer, relying on his small size, hid behind the large iron hammer, leaving him with no way to strike.

At the critical moment, Zhou You employed his Lightness Skill, stepping onto the iron hammer, his foot bones vibrating with numbness.

The powerful force on the large iron hammer was like an electric shock, nearly knocking Zhou You out of mid-air.

The Lv10 Basic Lightness Skill was no pushover; at the critical moment, he converted the force, turning the attack power of the large iron hammer into external momentum for his Lightness Skill, pushing Zhou You to dodge this fatal blow.

"Little poison snake, our brothers' nicknames are birds of prey; you probably didn't know that Lightness Skill is also our specialty."

Bailao Laos's voice came from behind his ear.

Swish, swish, swish—the sound of wings flapping rapidly against the air approached quickly.

Bailao Laos, having waited for the perfect moment, had actually anticipated that Zhou You would be unable to change direction in mid-air and seized the chance to ambush him.

"Thousand Snake Ten Thousand Scale Armor."

Zhou You took a deep breath, and countless scales stood up all over his body, dense and thick like stubborn, wild weeds.

"Piercing Finger." Zzz, zzz, zzz—it was just like a heavy downpour falling upon him.

Zhou You could see with his naked eye that one scale after another was being pierced, the round little holes perfectly centered without the slightest deviation.

Bailao Laos's piercing lethality was indeed as sharp and peerless as the rumors said; it was only when Zhou You pushed his defense to the limit of 1.5 times that of steel that he withstood the heart-drilling pain of the attack on his body surface.

"Slash!"

Zhou You flipped and swung his sword, carving a one-meter-long gash in Bailao's chest and abdomen, then landed lightly.

The two sides separated.

Zhou You stood on the edge of the cliff with a bottomless abyss behind him; looking back, he could see the corpses hanging on the rocks.

Opposite him, Ying Laoda, Sun Laoer, and Bailao Laos stood side by side.

"Laos, how is your injury?"

Ying Laoda stared at Zhou You, asking his brother.

While compressing his wound, Bailao Laos took out a bottle of ointment to seal the surface, barely suppressing the bleeding.

He shook his head, "It's nothing serious; he has something similar to the Iron Feather Battle Robe on him, and his defensive power is extremely strong."

Bailao Laos had only taken a hurried glance and did not look closely, mistaking the Thousand Snake Ten Thousand Scale Armor for an external object.

"Lu Zhigang, did you kill the third brother?"

Zhou You nodded.

Ying Laoda laughed loudly, "Since that's the case, don't leave either; keep the iron plate on you, it just so happens I can collect them all at once."

He disregarded the news of his sworn brother's death and was instead more concerned about the iron plate, showing his cold and thin nature; their so-called brotherhood was nothing more than mutual exploitation.

"The Seven Step Poison Sand palm technique is snake-like; our fist techniques are the perfect counter. Listen well, execute the Sky Strike Snake Hunting Stance."

Eagles, falcons, and Bailao are all birds of prey; attacking poison snakes from a high vantage point gives them a great advantage, making them true natural enemies.

The three birds of prey looked at each other, and they all understood that with three against one and their fist techniques acting as a counter, their chances of winning were nearly ten out of ten.

"Poison is in the biting hand!"

Suddenly, white smoke rose from the palm of Sun Laoer's hand as he gripped the iron awl, and his palm stung as if bitten by an insect.

He was shocked and furious, screaming, "He poisoned the weapon he gave me."

That was correct; just now, when he kicked the iron awl, Zhou You had used the ability of the Myriad Things Poison Channel to bury Poison Sha within it.

Ying Laoda and Bailao Laos had also been hit; bubbles were gurgling up from the soles of their feet, and the Poison Sha transmitted from the ground had also taken effect.

It is true that hawks and falcons hunt snakes, but in the natural world, there are no small number of them that die from being bitten back by poisonous snakes.

Throughout the entire Yingchao, Poison Sha was erupting everywhere; not only in the air and flowing water, but even solid stones and wood could potentially have terrifying, lethal poisons buried within them.

As a Primary Martial Master, one must use abundant Qi and blood for protection to resist the pervasive infiltration of lethal poison.

"He is only one person; manifesting this much Poison Sha is already his limit. Charge!"

Although Poison Martial Arts are formidable, they must also obey the laws of nature; one only has as much stock as the Palm Poison one has refined, and it is impossible to create something Out of Nothing.

Zhou You had deployed terrifying Poison Sha all around, and the lethal poison he had released had already reached the limit for a Primary Martial Master.

Ying Laoda guessed that Zhou You was already at the end of his rope.

However...

"Qi and blood transform into Palm Poison!"

A Transcendent Profound Heart inside Zhou You's body split open, and vigorous Qi and blood gathered in his palms, transforming into Palm Poison.

He raised his hands and struck out with a palm technique overflowing with poisonous wind, stirring the surrounding Poison Sha into restless motion, and the environment of the entire Yingchao became increasingly precarious.

In an instant, he, alone and single-handed, created a situation of reverse encirclement against the three birds.

(End of this chapter)