Chapter 395: Hungry Tiger Devours the Ox, Seizing the Eyes and Returning

"Everyone move back!"

Bo Xiaolin ordered, "Apprentices below the Blood-Qi level, get out of here, all of you; this is not something you can watch."

One could see the plaster on the walls of the imposing martial arts hall curling and peeling off, while spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the bricks and stones.

Generally speaking, the shockwaves from a Primary Martial Master's movements are rarely capable of such terrifying power.

But this middle-aged man was different; the Tiger-Ox Divine Power he was wielding was the core secret art of Dayin Mountain, and its lethality surpassed that of many other fist techniques.

Even if Strength Apprentices stood far away, merely looking at it with their eyes would result in internal injuries from the impact of the shockwaves.

If the onlookers on the periphery were like this, what about Zhou You, the opponent bearing the brunt of it? "Ox-Tiger Divine Power!"

Zhou You narrowed his eyes, calmly and coolly responding to the middle-aged man's surging power.

The Silver Tiger Aura covering his body was dissipating; this was a sign of being unable to match a higher-level power.

The middle-aged man's physique no longer looked human, but rather like a god or demon—a humanoid god-demon pieced together from a fierce tiger and a divine ox.

This sect, Dayin Mountain, truly had some real substance.

Sigh, there is no telling how many secret moves and arts Wang Laohu has Zang, at least Zhou You had never seen him perform anything similar.

"Zhou You, it is still not too late to kneel and beg for mercy now."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded like the bellowing of an ox and the roar of a tiger; the tone was no longer a sound that could be produced by a human vocal structure.

He lifted his foot and stomped the ground, the sound shaking in all directions; the violent power caused the ground to bulge upward, as if some unknown monster were rolling and Stealth-moving, rapidly pressing toward Zhou You.

"Hmm?"

A white shadow flashed from Zhou You's sleeve, striking heavily against the bulge in the ground, exploding into a sky full of dirt.

The force of the splashing dirt was so strong that it even flew a thousand meters away, bruising the skin of the onlookers.

He is using a weapon!

Bo Xiaolin let out a breath; in his view, this was a manifestation of Zhou You being unable to contend with his strength.

He realized this was an opportunity, an opportunity to take the reputation of the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall a step further.

The middle-aged man using his bare hands against Zhou You's weapon to create a crushing, overwhelming victory would be enough to shatter the courage of all outside martial artists.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The middle-aged man's palm arrived through the air, expanding like a millstone as it covered down from above.

This was not a change in the soft body of an Intermediate Martial Master, but rather power exceeding his own limits, causing his skin and flesh to expand beyond their capacity.

Zhou You slightly lowered his center of gravity and used another move, "Hungry Tiger Swallows the Sun, Devouring Without End."

As the secret art of a Primary Martial Master unfolded, the wind and clouds in the surroundings shifted, rapidly swirling into a black hole.

The middle-aged man's palm struck the black hole as easily as swatting a fly, no longer showing the difficulty and strain from before.

The difference in strength was too great.

From the moment the Ox-Tiger Divine Power appeared, Zhou You had fallen into a disadvantage, far from being the opponent's match.

Well, at least that was how it appeared to the outside world.

"Lacking the proper method, possessing only the form—nothing worth watching."

Zhou You shook his head and gave his summary.

This Ox-Tiger Divine Power was indisputably a secret art of Dayin Mountain, but so-called secret arts also depend on talent and the person using them.

Clearly, the middle-aged man had only grasped the superficial, failing to master it thoroughly; it was equivalent to a clumsy amateur wielding a divine weapon—making a lot of noise and looking scary, but in reality, he was just a straw-stuffed embroidered pillow, a total mess!

"What a waste of this secret art!"

Zhou You stopped holding back and slightly shook his body, a temperament awakening from laziness spreading outward.

At almost the same moment, among the many martial artists present, those who practiced Tiger Fist all had their hair stand on end in unison; this was a keen perception of danger from their own kind.

What is happening?

Just as everyone was suspicious and fearful, Zhou You finally bared his fangs. Roar! I am a Hungry Tiger, a tiger starving to the point of madness; I don't care if you are a tiger or a sturdy ox, I will devour you all.

A spirit of pressing forward without hesitation and a momentum capable of swallowing mountains and rivers were all infused into this one punch.

The middle-aged man still thought it was like before, raising his arms and channeling his peerless divine power, intending to kill Zhou You with ease.

"Awoo!"

The prelude of the tiger's roar exploded, and a dazzling scene unfolded.

Zhou You leaped over the middle-aged man's head in one bound, like a fierce tiger leaping across a mountain stream, fast as lightning; without even landing, he stepped on the void, turning back in mid-air with extreme speed, leaving the middle-aged man unable to react.

In less than a tenth of a breath, Zhou You went and returned, his claws hooking into the middle-aged man's eye sockets.

"Seize the Eyes and Devour the Pupils!"

Blood sprayed, and the middle-aged man's two eye sockets became bloody holes.

Zhou You's hands were covered in blood, clutching the two eyeballs as he laughed loudly, "Nothing more than this, nothing more than this."

After speaking, he kicked out; the middle-aged man was caught off guard and was kicked until his Blood-Qi scattered, the Ox-Tiger Divine Power vanishing like smoke.

Lost; the first match of the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall was lost.

The middle-aged man was also one of the top experts in the martial arts hall, yet he had lost so miserably after using the Ox-Tiger Divine Power, even having his eyeballs gouged out.

"Give the eyes back!"

Bo Xiaolin was heartbroken, but he knew that since the eyeballs had just left the body, they were still fresh; as long as they were immediately taken to a physician from the Medicine King Sect in the city for implantation, there was still a possibility of restoring vision.

Zhou You revealed a cruel smile, "They are my spoils of war; even if I were to step on them like fish bladders, you have no right to question it."

As he spoke, he prepared to drop them under his feet and crush them.

"Wait, it is better to be forgiving when one can!"

The person who spoke had just arrived at the scene; it was one of the other martial arts hall masters who had come upon hearing the news, Wise Tiger Tian Boduan.

Tian Boduan cupped his hands, "Fists are for competition, not for malice; you won this round, and we acknowledge it. There is no need to destroy his eyes and ruin the rest of his life. Name your terms, and we are willing to redeem them."

This response was appropriate and well-reasoned; the person speaking was someone of substance.

"Keep them for now; I'll return them to you after I finish fighting."

Zhou You casually tossed them to Zuo Shier beside him, who caught them and soaked them in wine to seal them off from the air.

Bo Xiaolin was furious to the extreme; what did he mean, wait until he finished fighting? The eyeballs would be rotting by then.

Rui Hu and the others had also received the news and rushed over to the martial arts hall, but they hadn't expected that upon arrival, the first match would already be over—a defeat, and a miserable one at that.

The middle-aged man who had his eyeballs gouged out was one of the faces of the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall, and he had been defeated in just a short moment.

Bao Hu and the others wore grave expressions; they were beginning to realize that Zhou You was by no means an ordinary person.

Any martial art from Dayin Mountain that could make a name for itself was difficult to deal with, and being in the thick of it, they understood this more thoroughly.

"..."

They exchanged glances; since the challenge to the martial arts hall had begun, there was no possibility of it stopping.

The Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall had now become their front line for resisting Zhou You, and it absolutely could not fall.

"Old Bo, who do you plan to send up for the next match?"

Bao Hu Feng Bugui was an impatient man, "If it really comes to it, we can lend you some people."

Bo Xiaolin was the Hall Master and represented the final face of the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall, so he certainly could not easily take the stage; if he lost, there would be no room left for maneuver.

Therefore, the opponent Zhou You faced would be an endless stream of wheel battles.

These Tiger Fist martial arts halls had a clear stance: everyone would work together to hold the line, and they absolutely could not let Zhou You succeed in his challenge.

"No need, it's not as if my martial arts hall has no one; I will retrieve the lost face myself."

Bo Xiaolin was also truly enraged and spoke to his Disciples, "Whoever can gouge out Zhou You's eyeballs, I will pass on to them a secret fist technique of Dayin Mountain."

(End of this chapter)