Chapter 500: Horse-Face Tears Apart the Multi-bone Sorcerer

How is it that no matter where one goes, one cannot avoid this crowd of gear-obsessed people? Zhou You had originally thought that in the path of fist-martial arts, Heaven rewards diligence; setting aside those geniuses who are fed by the Heavens or rewarded by the ancestors, most people walk their path one step at a time.

He firmly believed that hard training would eventually yield results, and even with a status panel to rely on, one still needed to accumulate Experience Points through day and night of arduous practice.

Yet, these second-generation heirs who were born in Rome simply overturned his understanding.

Liu Fengji and Gaoyang Ruoqiang were undoubtedly standing at the peak of countless martial artists and sorcerers; the sum of countless lives could not compare to the preciousness of either of their lives.

Life after life, treasure after treasure, all exchanged for an indecisive draw, stalemated until now.

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Neither Liu Fengji nor Gaoyang Ruoqiang were the type to suffer a loss; after fighting until they were truly incensed, they immediately prepared to risk their lives.

The camps on both sides saw that something was wrong, immediately swarmed forward to separate the two, and crowded around them to return to their respective sides.

Liu Fengji's brother-in-law, Yang Wuji, whispered to dissuade him from being impulsive and ordered someone to arrange the candidate for the next bout.

The candidate was quickly determined: Bian Zhou.

Bian Zhou parted the crowd and walked onto the battlefield; the sorcerer opposite him had already been waiting for a long time, smiling at him and revealing a mouth full of dense, white teeth.

Seeing his teeth, Zhou You's trypophobia flared up; this guy was not normal. A normal person has only 30-something teeth, but just the teeth he was revealing exceeded 50.

Pei Li recognized the sorcerer's origins and exclaimed, "Multi-bone Syndrome; like the Giant, he is of a heterogenous bloodline."

Earlier, when Liu Fengji encountered danger in Zunyang City, Dayin Mountain dispatched troops to support him; a fierce general beheaded a sorcerer, and the opponent drilled his ribs out through his flesh and skin to use as weapons—that was the classic Multi-bone Syndrome.

This bloodline is also one of the failed sub-humans; the bones in the body increase abnormally, thus causing more joints and agility far exceeding that of ordinary people, and even bones growing in fatal weak spots, resulting in extremely strong defense.

Against such a strong enemy, one cannot treat them as an ordinary person; the striking methods of standard fist arts have their power greatly reduced.

Bian Zhou could not hear the prompts from outside the arena; as soon as he struck, it was his signature Horse-Face Phase King Fist. His long, thin arms reached behind the sorcerer's ears without effort; that sunken, soft area was a weak point, and one strike could penetrate into the skull.

The sharp claws collided with a hard object—it was bone.

In the physiological structure of a normal person, it is absolutely impossible for bones to grow behind the ears; this is the abnormal aspect of Multi-bone Syndrome.

Bian Zhou was slightly startled and retracted his arms, but halfway through, he was locked in place.

The sorcerer swung his arms, and they actually bent at two joints; besides the elbow, there was an extra one, making his arms more flexible than a snake's.

Although his arm length was not as great as Bian Zhou's, his flexibility far surpassed him, easily wrapping around and locking Bian Zhou's forearms.

"Hmm?"

Bian Zhou planted his feet on the ground, Qi and blood surged into his arms, and his thin, narrow face turned beet red from the shock.

He let out a noisy, monkey-like roar, and as his Qi and blood penetrated, his arm bones instantly became as hard as steel.

*Pa! * Flesh and skin bulged and collided, causing the sorcerer's arms to crackle and pop.

The sorcerer's Multi-bone Syndrome far exceeded his imagination; not only was there an extra joint, but the solidity of the bones was also gifted, equally hard as steel, clashing against his own.

The two men's arms were entangled, inseparable; the friction of their skin sparked, and they went back and forth, sometimes dragged ten meters this way, sometimes recovering lost ground and being dragged three or five meters further.

The ground was crisscrossed with gullies, and the loose soil was trampled until it was solid.

Suddenly, Bian Zhou lifted his right foot, which swelled slightly, blowing his shoe into a sky full of rags; one could see that the five toes on his sole were also unusually long, just like a monkey's toes in the mountains, capable of hanging upside down from a tree branch.

He kicked out, his foot-claws incredibly agile, aiming straight for the sorcerer's lower abdomen.

The sorcerer was entangled with his arms, less than half a meter apart, and could not separate for a moment; it was clear he was about to have a bloody hole gouged out. A sudden change occurred...

The sorcerer breathed violently, and a rib drilled out through his skin, stabbing toward the foot-claws Bian Zhou had kicked out.

He had two more ribs on his body than an ordinary person! Bian Zhou subconsciously wanted to avoid the sharp rib, but suddenly his arm felt a sharp pain; it turned out the sorcerer's hands were naturally six-fingered, and the extra two fingers had pierced into his flesh.

He bared his teeth and grimaced, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious, and he quickly made an unexpected move...

Bian Zhou opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at the sorcerer's face, which was right in front of him, hitting him squarely in the eyes.

The sorcerer had not expected this move, and since thick phlegm is not a hidden weapon, he did not pay it any mind; as a result, his eyes were sealed on the spot. If it were normal times it would be fine, but his hands were occupied and he could not wipe the phlegm away for a moment.

Bian Zhou took the opportunity to spring up from the ground, his right foot grabbing the protruding rib, and his left foot flew up to gouge the chest.

The sharp toes dug into the chest, easily tearing the skin, but were stopped by the skeleton; the sorcerer's Multi-bone Syndrome made his sternum like a solid plate without gaps, and its hardness far exceeded a thick plate of tempered steel.

He was simply a monster.

Bian Zhou's series of attacks had no problems at all, but unfortunately, the enemy he encountered did not follow common sense.

After repeated setbacks, Bian Zhou was about to face the sorcerer's counterattack.

However...

"No matter how hard your bones are, can they win against a turtle shell? Even a hundred-year-old turtle cannot withstand a Horse-Monkey's tear."

Bian Zhou suddenly shook his arms, and under the stimulation of his Qi and blood, every hair stood on end like it was electrified, pricking the sorcerer's arms until they were numb and in unbearable pain, causing him to subconsciously loosen his arms.

Taking the chance to pull his arms back, he struck the sorcerer's face heavily with both palms, hitting him until he saw stars.

The sorcerer did not show weakness either; he swung his double-jointed elbows, fast as lightning, and struck Bian Zhou over a hundred times in one breath.

Bian Zhou's body sounded like a beating drum, muffled thuds constant; he ignored it, his ape-like arms stretching slightly, precisely and without the slightest error, grabbing the sorcerer's two wrists.

Immediately, he flashed behind the sorcerer; *shua*, two ribs popped out and stabbed into the sides of his lower abdomen.

Bian Zhou endured the sharp pain, his feet transformed into claws, and he grabbed the sorcerer's two ankles respectively.

At this moment, he looked just like a large macaque clinging to the sorcerer's back.

Seeing this scene, people one after another guessed what he wanted to do.

A drum-like roar erupted from Bian Zhou's mouth, resounding across the wilderness, shocking everyone to the core.

His four limbs exerted force simultaneously, tearing the sorcerer's arms and legs apart, his entire body ripped asunder.

"So what if your bones are hard? Can your tendons and flesh withstand my Ma Hou Fen Shi?"

Bian Zhou pulled the ribs out of his lower abdomen and stomped the sorcerer's neck, discovering that even his neck had a bone growing in it.

Liu Fengji laughed out loud and hurriedly ordered someone to send over the Secret Medicine for stopping bleeding and regenerating flesh to welcome the victorious Bian Zhou back.

Bian Zhou took the Secret Medicine but did not use it; instead, he took a deep breath and twitched his muscles to squeeze and close the wounds.

Seeing this, Pei Li felt a bit of worry; Bian Zhou was being so disrespectful, and while Liu Fengji might not hold it against him due to his status, there was no guarantee that someone else wouldn't act on their own initiative to 'discipline' him in order to curry favor with Liu Fengji.

Zhou You ruminated on the exchange just now; Bian Zhou's fist art had given him some inspiration—this 'tearing people apart' move seemed quite useful.

(End of chapter)