Chapter 394: Nine Oxen and Two Tigers Divine Strength

Zhou You stood there with a smile; everything was within his calculations.

Acting within the rules set by an enemy is the most foolish thing, because no matter how hard you try, you cannot break through the upper limit they have set for you, wasting your energy in vain.

Therefore, the key to breaking the situation lies in jumping outside the rules and fighting according to your own rhythm.

I will not seek a Three Families Joint Guarantee, nor will I Pass Seven Barriers, and I certainly won't find a place to rent and open a hall; to recruit wild Apprentices, I will go directly to kick the hall, accept and take over everything you currently have—it is convenient and saves trouble.

Since I am a Hungry Tiger, I look down on scraps that only fill the gaps between teeth; if I am to eat, I will eat the big game.

By the way, since I have arrived in Fucheng to start anew, I shall change my nickname as well; from now on, I am "Hungry Tiger" Zhou You.

"Buguanzhu, do you dare to accept, and can you accept?"

Whispers arose all around; everyone had not expected Zhou You to have this move, and they were caught off guard.

Since so many outside Martial Masters have poured into Fucheng, a hall-kicking has never occurred once, which shows the taming methods of the local martial arts circle.

However, there is always someone who cannot endure it and jumps outside the framework to act.

A flash of killing intent crossed Bo Xiaolin's face, "Fine, if you want to kick the hall, then kick the hall; I accept. Tell me, how shall we fight?"

As he spoke, he sneered and sized up those behind him, "I see you don't have many people under your command."

"I alone am enough; today, I, Zhou You, will kick your entire hall by myself. You may send out whoever you wish."

The uproar grew even louder; this was not taking the entire Xiaolin Martial Hall seriously, treating them like fish and meat!

"Good, good, good, Zhou You, if you are looking for death yourself, so be it. Sign the death warrant first."

Zhou You wielded his brush and signed his name, "Hungry Tiger Zhou You!"

An Apprentice of Xiaolin Martial Hall held the death warrant and, upon seeing Zhou You's name, felt a surge of evil aura rushing toward his face, exclaiming, "What fine calligraphy!"

Everywhere around, there were people spreading the news, knocking on doors along the street to give warnings.

"Someone is kicking the hall, someone is kicking the hall."

This is a rare grand scene; the more solidified the forces in a place, the harder it is to see such a subversive scene.

In the former Gongliang City, it was only after the invasion of Martial Masters from Su Cheng that hall-kickings occurred one after another.

In the Fucheng area, martial arts forces are intertwined and inseparable from sects, related by blood or marriage, having long treated martial halls as a business to operate, usually living in harmony.

Almost everyone became excited upon hearing about the hall-kicking; this was far more spectacular than Passing Seven Barriers.

A hall-kicking is a life-and-death struggle; the stakes wagered are life and one's lifelong industry, and neither side has a way out.

As the news spread, the name of Hungry Tiger Zhou You began to be passed from mouth to mouth; as the instigator of the hall-kicking, even if he were to be defeated and die, he would leave behind a colorful stroke.

"Hungry Tiger Zhou You? You have already reached this step!"

In a corner along the street, an old man with white hair raised a face covered in age spots, his turbid eyes rotating twice.

Even the closest acquaintances would not recognize this dying old man as the once-domineering Wang Laohu of yesteryear.

He was too old; the realm transition had consumed his remaining lifespan, and he had little time left.

Even upon hearing Zhou You's name, he lacked the strength to rush to the scene to watch.

"Good lad, are you hungry? Go eat, eat those fat pigs wearing tiger skins!"

In front of Xiaolin Martial Hall...

A middle-aged man stepped out first; he was Bo Xiaolin's third Disciple, with a status equivalent to Lu Qiang, Zhuang Tie, and others, a capable assistant who held down the fort; although over forty, he was a Primary Martial Master at his peak.

"Zhou You, if you want to challenge the Master, pass me first."

The middle-aged man patted his chest, "Just in time to take this opportunity to avenge Junior Brother Tang Hui."

His shoulders were as broad as a door panel, his thigh muscles were so developed they were almost bursting, and his foundation in tiger fist was visibly profound. A steel saber was tucked at his waist, and clearly, his mastery of weapons was not low either.

Zhou You sized him up and nodded, "You are the first, then I must finish this quickly."

The two moved simultaneously; a fishy wind rose on the flat ground, and as they rotated and collided, roars echoed out.

Bo Xiaolin frowned; just from the signs that the wind sound was evenly matched, he could see that Zhou You's fist technique was solid and extraordinary.

The middle-aged man was in the thick of it and felt the greatest pressure, confirming that Zhou You was at the level of a strong enemy.

He put away his contempt, and after a few scattered moves, he suddenly twisted his waist to exert force, channeling power through his spine.

"Tiger Roar in the Mountain Forest Shakes the Eight Directions!"

The Martial Master's ultimate technique was unleashed; for a moment, sand flew and stones rolled, and the surrounding crowd swayed as if they were a mountain forest shaken by a tiger's roar.

The steaming Silver Tiger Aura was like ten thousand sharp blades, rotating like a tornado to fill all directions.

Bo Xiaolin was slightly startled; having just exchanged a few blows, he had already unleashed his ultimate move—to what extent had his Disciple been pressured?

"Hungry Tiger Swallows the Sun and Eats Without End!"

Zhou You clasped his hands together, his mouth opening like a hungry tiger devouring; the air rotated and compressed, briefly forming a huge, collapsing, concave disk in front of him.

The collision of ultimate techniques at the Martial Master level brought about the immediate effect that...

The onlookers retreated one after another, quickly clearing a huge circle with a diameter of a thousand meters; within the circle, there was not a single living thing other than the two. Both were Silver Tiger Aura, but due to their different styles, the effects displayed were diametrically opposite.

Amidst the rolling, thick tiger aura, the middle-aged man and Zhou You exchanged punches and kicks as fast as lightning, the sound of tearing air almost piercing the eardrums. Boom, boom, boom!

Amidst the impact sounds like drumbeats, the rammed-earth ground exploded into clumps of mud the size of water vats.

"Ah!"

The first to be unable to hold on was actually the middle-aged man; the Silver Tiger Aura surging on his body faded away rapidly like a receding tide.

The skin exposed to the air weathered, dried up, and curled!

In a head-on collision, while occupying the home-field advantage, he was actually no match for Zhou You? A "moo-moo" cow sound suddenly appeared! Within the middle-aged man's tiger roar, a few cow bellows were actually mixed in.

Hearing this cow bellow, the Disciples and Apprentices of Xiaolin Martial Hall revealed joy one after another, knowing that the counterattack had arrived.

Dayin Mountain mainly practices tiger fist, but also auxiliary practices other fist paths; when different fist paths are combined, the power is infinite, and the representative one is the Nine Ox Two Tiger Strength.

Those who eat meat are tigers, those who eat plants are oxen; both possess infinite strength, so since ancient times, there has been the saying of Nine Ox Two Tiger Strength.

The middle-aged man was Bo Xiaolin's personal Disciple and had learned the precious, core Tiger-Ox Divine Strength Fist.

In an instant, the aura on his body entangled and collided in two completely different states, climbing step by step to a new height.

The muscles that were already swollen to the point of near-bursting expanded a few fractions more, presenting an aggressive posture.

"Zhou You, that things have reached this point is of your own seeking."

"Originally, if you lost, death would have been the end of it, but now that I possess the Tiger-Ox Divine Power and cannot hold back my strength, I fear you will die without a complete corpse."

The middle-aged man roared, and features of both tiger stripes and ox horns appeared on his body simultaneously, as terrifying as a god or demon descending to the world.

The muscles on his body twitched frantically, and his skin took on a metallic luster; when the wind blew across it, there was a clanging sound.

The soil beneath his feet rolled outward; it was clearly sinking because it could not withstand the force under his feet.

He struck his fists together, detonating a clap of thunder in a clear sky, and many martial artists covered their ears one after another, blood dripping down their earlobes.

(End of this chapter)