Chapter 498: Flying Around the Giant, Killing the Enemy with One Spear

The giant opposite is named Huotunu; it is rumored that he possesses the bloodline of the Baxiang Shanshanluo.

Uh, this could be true, or it could be that outsiders simply associated it with him because they are both giants.

However, as a giant and a member of the powerful Witch-Dao army, Huotunu's strength is at a level that looks down upon the masses even among Martial Masters.

His weapon is a mace, commonly used by brutes, which stands two people tall and is covered in rust and blood-stained spikes.

Simply by standing on the battlefield, his hulking frame blocks the originally whistling, biting gale, weakening it by more than half.

"The one responding to the challenge for the martial artists' side is the Fucheng Martial Master, Zhou You."

Seeing that Zhou You is a fresh face, the Witches quickly inquire to obtain detailed information about him.

Gaoyang Ruoqiang remains expressionless, while a companion beside him whispers an introduction, "His greatest achievement is killing Mudahan."

Mudahan, a Ten Prodigies genius eliminated early on, has long been forgotten now that versions iterate so quickly.

Upon hearing this, the Witches breathe a sigh of relief; it seems this person will be no match for Huotunu.

In the martial artist camp, Liu Fengji glances at Zhou You, "This Zhou You, why didn't he appear together with 'Gu Lao'?"

Regarding the intelligence on Zhou You, the most important point is that his backer, Gu Lao, is a powerhouse whom even the Yan Mountain fears.

If Gu Lao were also present on the battlefield, Zhou You's importance would rise sharply, and it would be impossible to send him out to fight the Witches.

"Who knows? Since he has come, he will decide life and death based entirely on his own ability."

The surrounding martial artists all wear expressions of indifference.

Too many people have died; there are aristocratic scions from high above, and there are Gate Guest martial masters from commoner origins. Regardless of noble or humble birth, once they enter the arena, defeat means only one path: death.

At least both sides still maintain some tacit understanding, allowing the retrieval of the defeated's corpse so they are not stripped bare and searched for spoils.

"Little shorty, are you here to throw your life away?"

A contemptuous smile appears on the giant Huotunu's face; he lifts his mace with one hand, and the ground instantly rebounds slightly.

The next moment, a gale howls as the massive killing weapon sweeps in horizontally at waist height.

The incoming force of the wind makes it impossible for Zhou You to even open his eyes, and the oppressive pressure clings to his entire body like a shadow.

Innate divine strength!

The mace in the giant's hand weighs at least five hundred catties; it could crush a person just by being left there, and now, swung by the giant's divine strength, it is like a steamroller crushing toward him.

Boom! The mace hits the ground, turning the solid earth into modeling clay and cracking a trench on the spot.

At the final moment, Zhou You springs up, executing the Feather-Stepping Ascent, feeling the air around him as viscous as liquid.

This display of Lightness Skill is presented before everyone's eyes.

"A brilliant move; Zhou You's Lightness Skill can actually rival an Intermediate Martial Master's, there is hope for survival."

Seeing Zhou You's exquisite Lightness Skill as he dodges the giant's lethal strike, the martial artists' estimation of the outcome becomes a bit more optimistic.

As everyone knows, when facing an enemy with thick blood and great strength like a giant, one must change tactics and use finesse to break strength.

At the very least, Zhou You's Lightness Skill has given him the capital to turn the tide.

Swish! Another strike is swung; the arm of the giant Huotunu extends as if it has tripled in length, whipping out like rubber. Its speed is so fast it chases Zhou You's nimble movements, and the distance between the two shrinks at a dangerous rate.

He spots Zhou You's disadvantage and presses forward, relying on the physical power of an Intermediate Martial Master.

"Dangerous, dangerous, too dangerous."

Watching as the spikes of the mace are about to touch Zhou You's back.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sweeps across the ground, and Zhou You actually takes to the air; he is flying. This flight not only allows him to dodge the mace's attack but also carries him over Huotunu's head, raising the crowd's line of sight until it reaches the clouds above.

"Flying Tiger Shirt!"

A cry of surprise rings out in the crowd, followed by an uncertain voice, "He isn't from Dayin Mountain, how does he have a Flying Tiger Shirt?"

In an instant, many gazes turn and focus on a certain person.

"Cough, cough, why are you looking at me?"

The Gate Guest being watched by the crowd has an unusual status; he was once a fierce general of Dayin Mountain, but retired due to severe injuries from a duel and was hired by the Liu family to serve as a guest retainer.

A Gate Guest of his level belongs to the inner circle of an aristocratic family and is an important medium for communicating with the sect.

"Stop guessing blindly; what he is wearing is not a Flying Tiger Shirt, but some other precious battle robe."

As it turns out, it is not just the Flying Tiger Shirt; certain secret treasures that accompany fist techniques also have flight functions.

For example, the avian-style fist techniques, originating from the inheritance of Baiqin Laoren, have many schools with similar refining methods for such secret treasures. The reason the Flying Tiger Shirt is the most famous is that Dayin Mountain is wealthy and powerful, with sufficient resources and financial strength to produce them continuously.

Even if other fist techniques have one or two such secret treasures, they are hidden away as family heirlooms and rarely appear in the world.

Unexpectedly, Zhou You, an unremarkable folk martial master, possesses such a treasure.

Zhou You's Lightness Skill, combined with this Flying Battle Robe, appears even more nimble and agile. He moves with ease on the battlefield, and every time the giant's mace strikes down, it is like a heaven-shattering blow, yet it cannot hit him.

Suddenly, a roar sounds from the flat ground; the soil caves in and the crust sinks.

The giant Huotunu no longer feigns, exposing his trump card of agile and nimble movements. He kicks off with both legs, his massive body turning into an afterimage as he jumps several hundred meters into the air in one breath.

At this moment, Zhou You is circling and gliding, and is suddenly closed in upon.

"Youqu Wuwei Da Lang Bang."

Huotunu's angry roar is like thunder; he swings the mace with both hands, spinning it above his head for several turns, and after building up power, he throws it like a spinning discus.

Woo, woo, woo—a large black shadow covers the sky, leaving Zhou You with nowhere to dodge.

At this moment, the opportunity to strike that Zhou You has been waiting for finally arrives.

He holds the spear with one hand, the end tucked under his armpit, and points the tip forward as the spinning mace accelerates and approaches rapidly.

Without a second thought, relying entirely on his body's instinct, he thrusts the spear, striking exactly the upper-middle part of the mace, near the large head.

Boom! Zhou You's body feels as if it has been struck by lightning; under the immense force, the hairs on his body stand on end.

He twists the Iron Spear to deflect it slightly, discovering that the mace's force is vigorous, like a continuous, surging giant wave. Unable to deflect it in his haste, he simply leaps past it, his Iron Spear pointing straight at the nearby Huotunu.

Huotunu has swung the giant mace and has a mass of turbid Qi in his chest; he is currently in the stage of about to descend.

A point of cold light approaches head-on, unstoppable and overwhelming, and the freezing, chilling aura pouring into his mouth seals his chest and abdomen on the spot.

Both sides watching the battle below witnessed a clean and swift execution.

Zhou You pierced through Huotunu's mouth with his spear, the blood-stained spearhead protruding from the back of his head, pinning the massive Giant directly in mid-air as droplets of blood scattered like rain.

The mace, having lost its master, plummeted from the sky, its force still undissipated, directly collapsing a hill into a crater; muddy water surged from the cracks in the ground, at first murky, then gradually turning clear, slowly seeping into a lake.

"Fine spearwork."

A chorus of cheers erupted from the crowd of martial artists.

No one had expected this outcome; Zhou You won cleanly and swiftly, killing the Giant Huotunu without suffering a single scratch, and through this battle, his strength was confirmed to be at the level of the Ten Prodigies.

(End of chapter)