Chapter 399: Snake Heart Freak Enters the Fray Under an Alias

The corpses have been dragged away, and the ground has been cleaned, but the stench of blood in the air remains thick!

A life has been lost; Cao Daya, acting as an outside reinforcement and carrying the martial arts hall's hope for a comeback, ended up dying too quickly.

The "Injury-Free Guest" Cao Daya is true to his name: he leaves no wounds when killing, and when he falls in defeat, he does not become a wounded man—he simply loses his life.

The crowd looks at Zhou You with wariness; the young man strikes with true ruthlessness, leaving his opponents either dead or injured.

The Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall has been pushed into a corner.

Cao Daya is practically the benchmark for measuring a martial arts hall's upper limit of combat power; if even he has fallen and died, it is futile for anyone else to go up.

Bo Xiaolin's brow is knotted in two lumps, his expression more grave than ever before.

At this moment, that phrase echoes one after another in everyone's hearts: it is not a matter of whether a fierce dragon can cross the river.

Suddenly, someone says in a low voice, "Can a cast-off disciple of Wang Jianxiong be an ordinary person?"

A cast-off disciple is often a rebellious student the master is helpless against; if he could have, he would have killed him long ago, but it is precisely because he has no other choice and does not want to keep him around to cause himself trouble that he drives him out the door.

Who is Wang Jianxiong?

Among the tiger generals of Dayin Mountain, he was a standout who was once expected to contend for the rank of leopard general, though he unfortunately failed in the end.

Such a person is daunting even if his cultivation realm has fallen; if he were to open a martial arts hall in Fucheng, these fellow disciples of his would all have to bow their heads.

A cast-off disciple that even he is helpless against is truly a young tiger king, extraordinary from birth.

The tiger is the lord of all beasts, but there are kings among tigers; when the king appears, a hundred tigers lie dormant!

……

"Wise Tiger" Tian Boduan coughs twice, "Don't be impatient, there is more!"

Another person squeezes out from the crowd and, without a word, kneels before Bo Xiaolin, "I wish to take you as my master."

Bo Xiaolin's expression is wooden as he raises his hand, "Granted!"

This apprenticeship is even simpler and more perfunctory; both sides know full well that it is just going through the motions.

The second "apprentice" reinforcement announces his name, "A nobody, Huang Tong; if you want to challenge the hall, you must first get past me."

Huang Tong, no nickname—how is it that no one has heard of such a person in Fucheng?

Qin Lie and other out-of-town martial artists frown; this person follows Cao Daya and bears the responsibility of saving the situation, so he cannot be a mediocre talent, yet no one knows his name, which is certainly suspicious.

Could it be that this Huang Tong is the real trump card?

"Please!"

Huang Tong gestures politely, then suddenly shifts into a killing move, striking with fists and fingers through the air toward his face.

His figure flickers, moving to Zhou You's blind spot with incredible speed.

"Ghost Shadow Divine Step—oh no, he is a Poison Martial Artist, the 'Snake Heart Freak' Bian Buzhi."

The strange martial artist using the alias Huang Tong is, shockingly, one of the famous Poison Martial Artists of Fucheng.

The "Strange Scorpion" Du Wuyao and the "Snake Heart Freak" Bian Buzhi are sworn brothers who both managed to advance to martial artists, a feat passed down as a miracle.

The two of them traveled everywhere poisoning rivals, plundering wealth to refine poisons, and even colluded with bewitching entities to improve their fist techniques and movement skills.

Du Wuyao is known as the "Bewitching Shadow," and Bian Buzhi is known as the "Ghost Shadow," running rampant with their unique movement skills and sharp, deadly poisons.

Today, Du Wuyao is imprisoned in Zhenxiong Yu, but Bian Buzhi remains at large.

"So it is you!"

Upon learning the opponent's true identity, Zhou You finds it very interesting; he even has an indirect connection to this man!

However, as an opponent now, he cannot show mercy or hold back.

"Heavenly Snake Coiling Palm!" A wave of fresh palm wind envelops the four directions around Zhou You; a familiar feeling wells up in his heart.

This poison palm technique is clearly from the same source as the Seven Step Poison Sand palm; no matter how one looks at it, they are blood-related.

Bian Buzhi laughs loudly, "Du Yan Lu Zhigang is a late-stage talent; his Seven Step Poison Sand palm is terrifying, yet no one knows that my Heavenly Snake Coiling Palm is even above his—it is a first-class palm technique of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop."

"Zhou You, die obediently, and I will leave your corpse intact."

Though he speaks, his strikes are ruthless and unforgiving, the palm prints writhing with patterns like fangs as he stabs toward Zhou You's vital points.

The scene is as if he is wielding a giant python in his palms, frantically strangling the life out of Zhou You.

"Impressive; no matter how strong his Hard Qigong is, he cannot withstand the all-pervading Palm Poison."

"With Bian Buzhi stepping in, Zhou You's hall-challenging journey ends here."

Listening to the hall masters' discussion, Bo Xiaolin's face looks terrible; he knows that even if they win, the martial arts hall's reputation will be ruined—getting involved with a degenerate like Bian Buzhi is something that even the waters of three rivers could not wash clean.

However, the martial arts hall is his life's work; even if his reputation is dragged through the mud, he absolutely cannot lose.

"Where is this deadly poison? It is practically a great supplement!"

Zhou You has loaded his main body with the poison arts of his disguise; the surrounding palm wind lands on him, rapidly seeping into his skin and flesh, only to be swallowed by the circulation path of his own poison palm in the blink of an eye, incorporated as part of his body.

He does not yet use Zhangduhuaxue, choosing to store these deadly poisons away for later use.

Bian Buzhi feels it is somewhat tricky; this guy opposite him is not only strong in Hard Qigong, having resisted Cao Daya's killing move to beat his opponent to death, but he also possesses a treasure that wards off poison.

He unleashes over a dozen waves of poisonous palm wind onto Zhou You; anyone else would have already died from the poison, but Zhou You is perfectly fine.

To complete the commission, he has no choice but to use a heavy hand.

"Flood Dragon Heart Breath Poison Like Flame!"

Bian Buzhi rubs his palms together, and the hideous Palm Poison spreads like tree branches, instantly outlining a ferocious flood dragon head that opens its mouth to breathe.

The palm power he erupts with at this moment has already touched upon the aura of a snake transforming into a dragon.

Zhou You nods repeatedly; stones from other hills can serve to polish jade—this guy's poison palm has great reference value for him.

To show his respect, he shall kill him!

Zhou You curls his palms into fists, the White Bone Hammer hanging from his wrists; eyeing the opponent's movement, he steps with light-as-a-feather footwork, as if ascending a cloud ladder, rising to the heavens in a single step.

His movement is like lightning bursting in the dark night; everyone's vision blurs, and they all lose sight of Zhou You's back.

"He is even this skilled in Lightness Skill?"

First Hard Qigong, now Lightness Skill; does Zhou You have no weaknesses! Although the Ghost Shadow Fragments were fast, Zhou You was even faster than him; with one leap, he parried the Poison Palm that was transforming the snake into a dragon, and swung the White Bone Hammer to strike Bian Buzhi squarely on the back of his head.

Bian Buzhi's head flattened on the spot, and a voice came from his abdomen, "Haha, you've fallen for my trap."

A poison-fang-shaped hidden weapon struck his lower abdomen, and a cold, sharp current of Qi burrowed into Zhou You's navel.

The Hard Qigong blocked the hidden weapon, but it could not stop the virulent poison from seeping in; the poison entered his body and rapidly traveled through Zhou You's internal organs.

Clatter, the poison-fang hidden weapon fell to the ground, and everyone saw it clearly.

"Despicable, to actually use a hidden weapon."

Qi Qingdi was furious and stepped forward to argue, but someone from the opposing martial arts school spoke up to refute, "In a life-and-death duel, each uses their own methods and stops at nothing; hidden weapons are also a method, whoever gets hit must accept their fate!"

What a load of twisted logic! Zhou You's side was all furious, pointing out that the other side had planned this for a long time, and the poisonous hidden weapon was clearly intended to take his life.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou You landed and took a few steps back, his figure looking like it was about to collapse.

"Zhou You, the taste of Evil Poison Brew isn't easy to bear, is it! I gathered the essence expelled from my daily poison training into one jar, brewed and sublimated it, only then cultivating this Evil Poison Brew that is even more toxic than Palm Poison."

(End of this chapter)