Chapter 468: The First Fierce Battle Against the High-Level

Mudahan was full of ambition, but in truth, he was pressed for time and could not linger for too long.

The Witch Tribe alliance had invaded, engaging in a great war with the local prefecture's forces; the true high-level battle was not here, but where the masters of both sides were.

The Monarch and the Wushou had met in the wilderness, surrounded by top experts from all sides, having agreed to take turns in battle.

The Ten Prodigies represented the outstanding members of the younger generation of the Witch Tribe, with an age limit of under 35.

As one of the Ten Prodigies, Mudahan had been specifically named to participate in the high-level battle.

Mudahan also cared about his reputation; if he arrived at the high-level battle, he would certainly be mocked by his enemies for his blood pact, so he thought to resolve this matter before entering the fray.

Hard work pays off, and the target, Lu Zhigang, appeared.

As a Poison Man, Lu Zhigang had spread the source of poison throughout various large and small tribes, sparking the most widespread Plague since the Witch people invaded Zhong Yuan, and the number of victims was countless.

The high-level leadership of the Witch Tribe was furious and placed a bounty on the Poison Man's life, with an extremely generous reward.

Pursuing Lu Zhigang for revenge was not only to kill the enemy and resolve the blood pact, but also for the generous bounty.

Killing two birds with one stone, why not do it! A moment later, the Witch hunters patrolling the surroundings dispersed, and he was the only one left in the world.

Mudahan was unconcerned; he continuously released poisonous insects to fly away, using them as eyes and ears to find Lu Zhigang's whereabouts.

The surrounding wilderness was scattered with invisible Witch Banners, which facilitated the Witch people's Stealth and Zang, but for a martial artist, it was truly difficult to move an inch here.

It is no exaggeration to say that the surrounding environment was safer than his home tribe.

His state was relatively relaxed; this was a way to conserve strength and spirit, and also a manifestation of an experienced hunter.

"Hmm?"

A sharp pain struck Mudahan's chest, and his Totem flashed with red light, sinking into his skin like a needle prick, throbbing with pain.

This was an alarm; the target was approaching at high speed.

However, he looked around at the empty space, and there was not a single object that looked like the target.

Could it be that he could turn invisible? Mudahan's heart skipped a beat; the opponent was moving while hidden in the Witch Banners—could he also be a fellow Witch person? He immediately dismissed this possibility; the Poison Man was an outsider and definitely not a fellow tribesman, but how did he shield his perception?

His mind was in turmoil, and just as his thoughts were in chaos, Zhou You arrived.

Zhou You saw his hesitation, gripped his wooden staff with both hands, started with a Heaven-Propping stance, lightning-fast switched to a Mountain-Opening stance, and midway changed into a Wave-Sweeping stance.

The wooden staff struck down, switching three moves in a short instant, displaying the chaotic fighting style to the fullest.

In Mudahan's line of sight, however, the Witch Banners split open automatically, and a figure soared into the sky, pouncing fiercely toward his face.

The Witch beast beneath him roared a few times, taking two steps back in the face of danger, creating some distance for him.

What a spiritual beast; with just two simple steps, it weakened the fatal staff strike Zhou You had delivered with all his might by thirty percent.

Mudahan reacted, raised his arms to cross and rub them, and sparks flew everywhere.

The weapons worn on his arms were sleeve-like Bijiia, with four-sided protrusions on the surface, which, when swung, were like an Iron Whip.

Boom! The wooden staff struck the intersection of his arms, and Mudahan felt a sinking sensation beneath him, followed by the mournful cry of the Witch beast.

He was astonished; his Witch beast had an ancient bloodline, so how could it not even withstand the aftermath of a single staff strike?

Immediately following, the force transmitted through the Bijiia made his bone joints ache and go numb.

What a formidable weapon technique! What surprised Mudahan even more was that the sudden enemy was only at the level of a Primary Martial Master.

"Among the human race... Wu Luoye?"

Zhou You's stunning staff strike reminded Mudahan of a brilliant and talented figure among his fellow Witch people.

This thought flashed by, and a huge question occupied Mudahan's mind: was the opponent Lu Zhigang?

Although the blood pact flashed with stinging pain, reminding him that his enemy was nearby, the aftermath of the opponent's fist technique showed not a trace of poison.

The style of this staff strike was vastly different from the former Poison Man; how could he not see any similarity at all? He exerted force with his arms, covering the wooden staff and Zhou You's waist in a double-python strangulation stance, intending to capture the enemy in one go.

"Well fought!"

Zhou You raised his staff forward, opened his mouth, and spat out a black hole: "Hungry Tiger Swallows the Sun, eating without end."

Mudahan spread his palms and grabbed the black hole: "Little..."

The next moment, the black hole rotated and collapsed, rolling his little finger into it, snapping it off like a withered branch.

He suffered a small loss; generally, this kind of technique had explosive, outward-projecting destructive power, but Zhou You's Hungry Tiger technique was an inward-collapsing, devouring mode, catching Mudahan off guard and breaking a finger.

Even with his Intermediate Martial Master foundation of combining hardness and softness, he could not withstand the destructive force of the instantly collapsing black hole.

"You broke one of my fingers; when I capture you alive later, I will break one hundred bones in your body."

Mudahan roared as he drove the Witch beast to charge forward, swung his crossed arms, and the arms with the Bijiia instantly elongated tenfold, whipping toward Zhou You's body like a soft whip wrapped in iron skin.

This whip technique also carried the movement of rope entanglement; it was both striking and trapping, treacherous and vicious.

Zhou You raised his wooden staff and swung it fiercely, but the two arms were elusive, swaying like water grass, dodging his staff technique one after another.

"I recognize it; the owner of this wooden staff is the son of Yehenu; you have provoked big trouble."

Mudahan said with schadenfreude.

Yehenu was known as one of the Ten Prodigies alongside him, and because he was proficient in Totems, his status was even higher than his own.

This Witch Banner plan was pushed and implemented by Yehenu, turning the tide of the battlefield in one fell swoop.

He provoked Zhou You while looking for an opportunity to capture him alive.

The more they fought, the more thrilling it became; the thickness of the martial artist's Qi and blood before him even exceeded that of many Intermediate Martial Masters, and he had been sparring with him for most of the day without falling behind.

Unknowingly, Mudahan even had to use his true power to barely contain Zhou You.

"Screech!"

A gale whistled overhead; he sensed something was wrong, and a figure behind his head spread its arms like wings, killing toward his heart with the momentum of a flying crane diving.

Zhou You, in front, also bent down and transformed into a Meng Hu Quan, charging toward Mudahan head-on.

A flying crane in the sky, a fierce tiger at the head! Zhou You unleashed the Tiger-Crane Dual-Action Fist, using twelve percent of his strength to kill directly in front of Mudahan.

"Very impressive, very impressive."

Mudahan praised, and then, "Unfortunately, you met me."

Facing an attack from both front and back, he remained calm; his shoulder blades suddenly protruded like two fists striking out, forcefully resisting Zhou You's lethal Crane-form strike.

Amidst a shrill cry, the Crane-form Zhou You was sent flying backward by the immense force, his Qi and blood scattering like falling feathers.

The Tiger-form Zhou You, charging from the front, brought his staff down with both hands.

Mudahan swung his right arm and struck the wooden staff dead-on, the shock making Zhou You's toes go numb; he gritted his teeth, and a flash of white light emerged from his sleeve.

"Just in time!"

Mudahan swung his free left arm, shattering the white light, which fell to the ground and turned into countless fragments.

The White Bone Hammer was declared finished in this battle.

Having used his full strength, he was still at a disadvantage everywhere, and had even lost a piece of Qi-blood divine weapon.

Zhou You truly felt how vast the gap was between himself and a high-level Martial Master.

(End of this chapter)