Chapter 469: Winning by Weakness, One Move Decides the Outcome

"No matter who you are, to have fought me to this extent at the level of a Primary Martial Master, your defeat is still an honor."

Mudahan said coldly, "Ge Er Bu Han's blood pact cannot be undone by anyone but you; accept your death at once!"

Answering him was Zhou You, who swept his staff horizontally, creating a jagged afterimage as he swung it toward Mudahan's waist.

The Witch Beast beneath Mudahan bowed slightly and suddenly raised a claw to block the staff; the area of just one fingernail was as large as a shield.

The beast bared its fangs and lunged fiercely, its fur standing on end like steel wire, its roar unleashing a force that felt like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting.

Mudahan, riding on its back, cupped his palms and snatched at Zhou You repeatedly; his two large hands were like an airtight net, scooping in from all directions.

Holding his wooden staff and using his Lightness Skill, Zhou You was forced into a precarious situation of life and death by the opponent's pressure.

A High-level Martial Master versus a Primary Martial Master—whether in realm or Qi and blood, the gap was a crushing, massive disparity.

He took a deep breath, knowing it was not yet time; the Fist Intent Puppet was a trump card meant for saving his life, and once it appeared, it had to succeed.

Having finally managed a life-and-death duel with a High-level Martial Master, he had to squeeze out his potential in every possible way; how could he miss such an opportunity? Zhou You suddenly seized a chance: "Feather-Stepping Skyward Pace!"

He leaped through the Witch Beast's closing claws, jumped beneath its belly, and thrust his staff toward its navel.

The impact of the highly penetrative wooden staff instantly pierced into the Witch Beast's internal organs, causing it to howl in pain.

Seeing this, Mudahan's palm instantly expanded a hundredfold, covering the sky as it descended, trapping Zhou You within his palm.

As a High-level Martial Master, his physical body was both hard and soft; although he could not change at will like a Strong Martial Golden Body, he could briefly enhance the abilities of specific body parts, erupting with astonishing power.

The surface of that large hand shimmered with a metallic luster, emitting a harsh friction sound as Qi and blood washed over it; covering the ground, it was truly an inescapable prison.

Yet the next moment...

A stinging pain struck instantly, making Mudahan feel as if his palm had been pierced through in an instant.

"Calamity Charm Treasure!"

As this thought surfaced in Mudahan's mind, he saw Zhou You soar into the sky holding a dagger, the dagger still stained with a drop of blood.

Looking down, he saw the wound left by the dagger still remaining in his palm.

Just now, he had fully reinforced his palm; ordinary Qi and blood divine weapons would only be enough to tickle him. The only things capable of piercing him were Qi and blood divine weapons fused with the remains of a Calamity Charm—in other words, a Calamity Charm Treasure.

At the thought that Zhou You even possessed a precious Calamity Charm Treasure, Mudahan felt a feverish heat in his heart; he had caught a big fish.

However, Zhou You did not give him time to think.

"Tiger-Crane Dual-Action Fist!"

Zhou You tore open his tattered outer garment, and the Iron Feather Battle Robe on his body whistled in the wind.

The Qi and blood within his body traveled along the trajectory of the Crane Fist, faintly echoing the Iron Feather Battle Robe, and formless Qi leaked out of his body, turning into individual transparent feathers standing on end.

In an instant, his silhouette in mid-air transformed into a long-legged bird covered in thick feathers.

The direct change brought about by this transformation was that the surrounding wind became incredibly intimate with him, lingering around his body and refusing to leave.

That feeling was as if his flesh and blood had transformed into a bird, breaking free from gravity.

Zhou You moved his limbs slightly and was amazed to find that he was not falling; he could glide in the air like a fish in water.

One must know that in the past, whenever he used Lightness Skill, it was an explosive burst of borrowed force; even if he could change direction or path, there would always be a moment when his strength was exhausted and his momentum faded.

The earth had a fated attraction for all living things, as if only birds could fly in the sky. Therefore, some people racked their brains to imitate the trajectories of birds with fist techniques, and even created secret treasures like the Iron Feather Battle Robe to assist in gliding flight and enhance the power of their fist techniques.

Even more extreme were those like the faction of Kunpengzi, who painstakingly studied the Cloud Bird Seal Script, wanting to crack the biological code of birds, master the power to fly into the sky, and achieve the realm of an 'Immortal'.

Before today, Zhou You had long heard of the great name of the 'Flying Tiger Shirt', a secret treasure of Dayin Mountain that only Tiger Generals were qualified to wear; once worn, one could possess the ability to fight while flying.

Only when he experienced it himself did he realize how terrifying the improvement of fighting while flying truly was.

Flying was already difficult, let alone being able to switch to combat while flying; it could be called adding wings to a tiger.

"Die!"

Zhou You held the dagger and struck with the weapon technique of the Crane Fist, like a crane flapping its wings to drive a fierce peck with its long beak.

Mudahan's palm was still bleeding; after being pierced by the dagger, his technique was broken. This hand was desperately trying to squeeze the wound shut, so he could only use his other intact arm to block.

Wary of the sharpness of the Calamity Charm Treasure, he slightly curled his five fingers into a grabbing stance, deliberately avoiding the dagger to lock onto Zhou You's wrist.

Zhou You changed direction rapidly in the high air, his feet kicking out like bird claws, shaking Mudahan's arms until they flew about in fragmented steps.

He circled three times in the high air without landing, then changed direction to continue attacking from another angle.

The Witch Beast Mudahan was sitting on could not fly, so it simply leaped up from the ground, rushing to the same height as Zhou You, and threw out both fists: "Fire Hidden in Embers, Lift Wood to Burn the Forest; take my move, Great Witch Land Clearing Fist."

The power, Qi and blood, and intent contained in this move were far beyond the scene of mere fist and foot exchanges from before.

Zhou You could see that Mudahan was using his ultimate move; the surrounding air gradually slowed down like jelly.

He waved the two sleeves of his Iron Feather Battle Robe, which were like wings cast from steel, and slashed through the congealed air with a fierce strike.

The dagger pierced toward Mudahan's chest inch by inch, carrying an unstoppable, terrifying sharpness.

Mudahan's eyes widened until his eye sockets split; what kind of monster had he encountered? A Primary Martial Master with such terrifying comprehensive strength?

Could it be that the high-level game mentioned by the Great Witch had already begun, and what he had encountered was a 'Heavenly Pride' among martial artists? Mudahan threw his punch, but the dagger tilted slightly, leaving a gash on his face.

The physical strength of a High-level Martial Master was too great; the Calamity Charm Treasure could have pierced his brain, but it was deflected by the rebound force generated by his skin and flesh.

Zhou You exhaled, flicked a black shadow from his sleeve, and as it unfolded, it turned into a large net.

Baile Tianluo, Tianfu Decipher Confusion activated! A mass of Qi and blood in Mudahan's chest surged to his crown, and power poured out from the soles of his feet continuously, completely excavating all the potential of this body.

Just as he threw the peak punch of his life, he discovered with horror...

"A secret treasure made from a Strong Martial Golden Body, what kind of monster are you?"

The next moment, Mudahan was netted into the Baile Tianluo.

Before he could say or do anything, Zhou You raised his dagger and circled around the net, stabbing through the mesh a thousand times in one breath.

Each strike went deep into the flesh, and there were even sounds of bones being shattered.

Mudahan was not yet dead and shouted to the Witch Beast, "Go back, go back and report!"

The Witch Beast roared a few times, turned, and galloped away with its hooves; it was already far away, and Zhou You still had to deliver the finishing blow to kill Mudahan completely, so it looked like he was about to escape.

Suddenly, a figure flashed from a corner of the void; it was the Fist Intent Puppet that had been hidden in the folds of the Witch Banner for a long time.

The Fist Intent Puppet did not say a word, directly raising its fist to smash the Shaman Beast's head to pieces, and the massive body collapsed with a boom.

(End of this chapter)