Chapter 492: Puppet Self-Destructs, Kunpengzi is Executed

Zhou You swung the Iron Spear down; because the force was so violent, the air's viscosity and damping were extreme, causing the wooden shaft to bend into an arc.

The heavy Iron Spear struck Kunpengzi's shoulder like a hit against a Bronze Bell, shaking Zhou You's web between thumb and forefinger until it was numb and sore.

The next moment, scorching palm power rushed toward his face, sparks flying and dancing.

Scorching air poured into Zhou You's facial features, burning his face bright red; if an ordinary person had been hit, they would surely have been burned to charred flesh and bone, their face unrecognizable, their corpse shriveled into a ball as the moisture evaporated.

He took a deep breath and abruptly increased his altitude, instantly flying ten meters into the air.

With the distance opened up, the threat of the palm power was greatly reduced, and the air became fresh again.

Doing this again! Kunpengzi was furious; relying on his battle robe to soar, Zhou You had repeatedly fought a guerrilla war with him, diving in for fierce attacks and rapidly ascending to avoid attacks when he was on the receiving end.

Such a shameless fighting style left him, a Pseudo-Strong Martial, with strength he had nowhere to use.

"Junior, do you think a Strong Martial can be toyed with like this?"

Kunpengzi rubbed his palms together and suddenly pulled at the surrounding void; in an instant, the air in front of him distorted.

This was not a visual distortion caused by light, but a real impact on everything in this space.

Under the influence of Strong Martial-level power, the air began to contract and sink, causing the pressure above the ground to become increasingly intense.

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Zhou You suddenly felt his body sink abruptly; his originally light and agile posture instantly became extremely difficult.

Although he could still barely move through the air, the effort required had increased more than tenfold compared to before.

Kunpengzi made his move.

While dragging the space down, he was like a fish in water within it; he leaped high into the air, his feet stepping on the viscous air without falling, and launched an attack toward Zhou You.

"Duhu Zhang!"

As tongues of fire flickered, his palm struck the spearhead like a soldering iron.

The scorching airflow pierced along the line of the spear shaft, crazily drilling into Zhou You's palm, attempting to burn his arms to waste.

The Iron Feather battle robe grew faintly hot, sparks flying from the friction, and it was actually burned to the point of near-malfunction.

At the critical moment, the soft armor suddenly emitted a stream of cool energy, lowering the scorching high temperature and even soothing the pain caused by the burns.

Truly a good treasure.

The Kun King who made the soft armor was originally a hegemon of the waters; the most precious inch of skin on its body surface leaned toward the water attribute, naturally capable of extinguishing fire.

Aided by the soft armor, Zhou You's mind cleared significantly, and he immediately activated the passive skill of the Primordial Iron Garment... Bathing in Fire Heroic Hair.

The force and speed of the Iron Spear suddenly increased by 30%, breaking through layers of fire tongues.

Kunpengzi was also quite wary of the lethality of the Hidden Charm treasure, not daring to use his flesh and blood to collide with the sharp edge of the dagger, only flicking it with his fingernails, which caused him to see stars from the impact.

His expression was gloomy; seeing that he could not take down Zhou You for a long time, he felt vaguely uneasy.

Where exactly had things gone wrong? A junior who should have been easily handled was proving so troublesome.

Suddenly...

A fist struck out like a ghost, hitting Kunpengzi squarely.

A shattering sound rang out from Kunpengzi's body, as if a thin stone slab had begun to crack and disintegrate from the inside after being burned by fire and doused with water.

Plop, countless jade fragments flew, falling from his body like raindrops.

At the same time, a figure behind him slowly retracted a fist.

The Fist Intent Puppet had struck.

Taking advantage of Kunpengzi's full focus on dealing with Zhou You and his lack of attention to his rear, the long-ambushed Fist Intent Puppet suddenly launched an attack.

This punch came without warning, hitting Kunpengzi directly in the back of the heart. Unfortunately, Kunpengzi still had a life-saving trump card, relying on the shattering of a jade artifact to block this fatal blow.

The Fist Intent Puppet's sneak attack was not entirely without effect; at the very least, it had used up one of his life-saving trump cards.

Before Kunpengzi could react, the Fist Intent Puppet unleashed a second punch in one breath.

Manipulated by the Heart-Bewitching Blood Qi Gu, it practiced nothing in its daily life, having only honed its Triple-Stack Technique to perfection.

The old force of the first punch had not yet dissipated when the new force of the second punch suddenly arose, stacking together to hit Kunpengzi again in the flash of lightning.

Kunpengzi let out a muffled groan, blood splashing from the corner of his mouth; he was injured.

Even as a Pseudo-Strong Martial, suffering a full-power peak strike from a high-level Martial Master, he still inevitably sustained injuries.

His life-saving trump card had just been scrapped, leaving only his flesh and blood to withstand the attack.

Zhou You's plan had worked; even though he used realm transition, he was essentially still a Pseudo-Strong Martial, and both his defense and attack were weaker than a normal Qiangwu Yichongtian.

"Zhou You!"

Kunpengzi let out an angry roar, his voice full of resentment and fury; he finally stopped calling him a junior.

Responding to him was an Iron Spear thrust toward his face, which then twisted to graze past his Duhu Zhang and pierced his right ear.

If Kunpengzi's eyes were still there, his reaction speed would have been faster than it was now, and he absolutely could have dodged this spear.

Pained and furious, he grabbed the spearhead, but suddenly felt his waist tighten; he had been hugged by the Fist Intent Puppet.

Now, unless Kunpengzi broke free from the restraint, he could do nothing.

Zhou You pulled out the Iron Spear and retreated, the Iron Feather battle robe carrying him in a diagonal ascent to high altitude, raising him to over a hundred meters in one breath.

It was not enough, far from enough; braving the biting cold wind, he leaped higher and higher, the two figures locked together below shrinking into black dots.

"You're courting death?"

Kunpengzi's eyes were full of hatred; firelight erupted from countless pores on his body, and the Duhu Zhang burst forth from the inside out, burning the Fist Intent Puppet into a human torch.

However, to his surprise, the Fist Intent Puppet cracked its mouth and smiled.

The next moment, the Fist Intent Puppet spat out a piece of chewed-up tongue and exploded on the spot.

Boom! Even at an altitude of several hundred or even a thousand meters, the sound of the explosion was still shocking when it reached his ears.

At the center of the explosion, the human body was instantly squeezed into a red mist of countless fragments, and further out, an earthy-yellow mushroom cloud formed by soil and dust expanded, rising slowly toward the high sky.

Zhou You was just lamenting the Fist Intent Puppet when suddenly the mushroom cloud split open, and a tattered Kunpengzi jumped into the high sky in hatred, chasing after him desperately.

As expected of a Pseudo-Strong Martial, his physical body is formidable; even the self-detonation of a high-level Martial Master could not take him away.

"Zhou You, I will make you wish you were dead."

Kunpengzi leaped a thousand meters into the air in one breath, and just as he was about to raise his hand, the clouds above his head suddenly split open; a large crane swooped down, its talons digging into his arms and chest, its beak plunging into his eye socket like a long spear.

You little brat, looking down on people; there are ambushes on the ground, but did you think there wouldn't be any in the sky?

Zhou You sneered incessantly and ordered the large crane, "Toss him around as you please; he is a Pseudo-Strong Martial with powerful vitality."

The large crane pulled out its beak, nodded in agreement, and then grabbed Kunpengzi, swinging him back and forth in the sky, tossing him about to its heart's content.

Zhou You watched their retreating figures and let out a sigh of relief; he had finally won this round.

He had exhausted all his means, even sacrificing his Fist Intent Puppet, and the price paid was heavy indeed, but he had won nonetheless.

Kunpengzi was too dark, too ruthless, and too sinister; if this old fellow were not eliminated, he would not be able to sleep soundly.

The sounds of tearing flesh and bone and screams reached his ears; the large crane was a ferocious bird of prey by nature, and beating a dog in the water was a simple task for it, as its sharp claws and pointed beak continuously tore at Kunpengzi's physical body, grinding away his vitality bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)