Chapter 505: Deeply Trapped in a Siege

"Ten rounds, and I will take him down."

The speaking Wu tribesman was as fat as a ball, his features squeezed into a cluster by the fat on his cheeks; he stood up, holding two large hammers.

The craftsmanship of the two large hammers was clearly beyond the level of the Wu tribesmen; the patterns on the surface were intricate, and the weight difference between the left and right hammers was no more than one liang.

His footsteps were extremely light, raising no dust as he walked, as if both large hammers were hollow.

Yet once he made a move, it was earth-shattering, erupting with peerless, immense power.

Woo—! The two large hammers came crashing forward one after the other, sucking the surrounding wind and light onto their surfaces, creating a pitch-black, distorted illusion in a brief moment.

Zhou You bore the brunt of it; the world before his eyes seemed to shatter instantly, leaving only the two large hammers occupying the entire space.

The sound of the Wu tribesmen talking reached his ears: "Shantuo is a descendant of the Great Wu, inheriting innate divine strength; he could crush a python with his fingertips as an infant. Killing this person in ten rounds will be a breeze."

So, the fatty's name was Shantuo, and the fat on his body was not a burden at all, but rather contained infinite divine strength.

The large hammers in his hands were not ordinary items either, but a set of ancient weapons carried by the Wu tribe before they retreated into Beijing, which had been passed down to this day and were very precious.

Shantuo possessed the bloodline of the Great Wu, and his strength ranked in the upper echelon among the Gu-path elite troops, which was why he was qualified to use these two large hammers.

Zhou You's Iron Spear clashed with the large hammers, shaking his wrists until they were sore and numb. Shantuo's power was tyrannical and penetrated deep into his marrow; every collision shook the Qi and blood in most of his body, even drilling into his internal organs.

The fat Great Wu tribesman swung the large hammers in one breath, thud-thud-thud like a pile driver, raining blows down upon Zhou You's head and face; the offensive was like a relentless, violent storm.

Gradually, the watching Wu tribesmen also noticed: the ground under Shantuo's feet remained level, while Zhou You left a footprint with every step, clearly bearing the brunt of the opponent's attack.

In terms of strength, Zhou You was clearly weaker than Shantuo, and defeat was imminent.

Hum-hum-hum, the spear tip danced like a black cloud, constantly knocking, bumping, smashing, and parrying.

When Shantuo smashed down with a hammer, Zhou You countered with a thrust of his spear; sparks flew where the hammerhead and spear tip met.

Suddenly, Shantuo inhaled sharply, the fat all over his body instantly tightening into muscle, and the force of his swinging hammers surged tenfold compared to before; he had used a secret technique to explosively increase his strength.

Coincidentally, Zhou You had one too.

The Profound Heart Secret Technique of the Outsider was activated immediately, and eight times the Qi and blood surged into his arms, pouring into the Iron Spear.

The large hammers and the Iron Spear collided violently; the destructive power of a vast, boundless ocean surged over. Before Zhou You's Qi and blood force could even be released, there were already faint signs of it collapsing.

"Three-fold stacking force, endless and inexhaustible."

Zhou You's spear tip trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on where it had already collided with the large hammers.

The wild, vibrating force crushed the power of the spear tip, but once the first fold was exhausted, there followed a second, a third, and countless subsequent folds of new, continuous force.

Ding-ding-ding, the Iron Spear constantly jumped and fell, stabbing fiercely at the surface of the large hammers, sending sparks flying with every ding.

At first, relying on his inexhaustible divine strength, Shantuo swung his large hammers forward aggressively, forcing Zhou You to retreat repeatedly.

Although the Iron Spear was sharp, it was blocked by the large hammers; instead of being able to attack, it was reduced to a state of passive defense.

But gradually...

The force surging from the Iron Spear was continuous; even if one wave was crushed, ten more followed. Under the persistent offensive, Shantuo's innate divine strength also showed signs of being unable to cope.

"Roar!"

Amidst Shantuo's roar, the last bit of fat on his body decomposed completely: "Greedy Wolf Endless, annihilate the enemy."

The two large hammers suddenly overlapped, actually working together to press down violently.

The patch of ground beneath Zhou You sank and caved in; he had actually used the large hammers to ram and compact the earth.

"Fatty, the ten rounds have long since passed; now it's my turn."

Amidst Zhou You's loud shout, his figure suddenly shrank, revealing his extraordinary Lightness Skill.

Shantuo's vision blurred, and when he saw Zhou You again, the opponent had already performed the Feather-Stepping Heaven-Ascending Step to rise above his head. "Fatty, can you block this strike of mine?"

Zhou You exerted force through the muscles and bones of his arms; when he thrust the Iron Spear, it was as fast and fierce as a long-prepared crossbow bolt.

It was a black dot when thrust out, but by the time it loomed over Shantuo's head, it had spread into a vast, oppressive black cloud.

The particles composing the black cloud were random points formed by Zhou You thrusting hundreds of times in one breath, each one a lethal spear strike.

"Not good, hurry and save Shantuo."

Some Wu tribesmen were terrified, sensing something was wrong, and hurriedly called out to their companions nearby.

However, it was too late.

Zhou You's spear strike was as fast as lightning; no matter where one stood, looking up, one only felt a flash of cold light, and the spear tip had arrived.

Shantuo's two large hammers fell to the ground, his chest pierced by the spear, blood bubbling out.

The Wu tribesmen on both sides stirred up a violent wind and rushed over, forcing themselves to endure; Shantuo was only injured, not yet dead. If they let Zhou You kill their companion right under their noses, that would be a supreme humiliation.

The muscles in Shantuo's chest clamped onto the spear tip, and he used both hands to grab the spear shaft, actually wanting to perish together with him.

"Dream on!"

Zhou You brandished the black cloud spear stance; with a light, effortless motion, the large black cloud enveloped Shantuo's entire body.

In an instant, countless squelching sounds rang out; by the time the black cloud dissipated, Shantuo had been stabbed into a lump of human-flesh lotus seed pod.

At this moment, the fingertips of the intervening Wu tribesman had only just touched the corner of Zhou You's clothes; a sudden breeze rose, and the Iron Spear, carrying the black cloud, struck his palm squarely. The force erupted, shattering the entire palm to pieces.

With Shantuo dead, the Wu tribesmen no longer cared about one-on-one duels, vowing to make Zhou You stay here for good.

Swish-swish, one Wu tribesman after another rushed onto the battlefield, participating in the siege of Zhou You.

"Rise."

Zhou You used his spear to hook one of the iron hammers, exerting force to launch it into mid-air, smashing it toward the several rapidly approaching Wu tribesmen.

The Wu tribesmen knew the power of the large hammers and dodged to the side one after another, but they heard a whistling gale; Zhou You had already flown to a high altitude, looking down at them.

"My Wu Beast can fly, let me go get him."

"My Gu Insect has wings; it can go to the heavens and enter the earth, deep into water and fire, leaving him with no way to escape."

Immediately, several Wu tribesmen drove their Wu Beasts. The varieties of Wu Beasts were numerous; some had fleshy wings growing under their armpits, flapping a few times to rise slowly, while others had pitch-black holes in their carapaces, exhaling and inhaling air, actually riding jet streams to soar into the high sky.

In the blink of an eye, Wu tribesmen were riding their Wu Beasts high in the sky, surrounding Zhou You from all directions.

There were also swarms of Gu Insects and poisonous insects flapping their wings, patrolling the perimeter of the battlefield, waiting to drill in the moment they found a gap.

"Well come."

Zhou You pierced the Shaman Beast's fleshy wing with his spear, but his shoulder took a claw strike from the Shaman rider; although his skin did not break, his muscles and tendons were twisted, causing heart-piercing pain.

The subtle sound of flying insects flapping their wings near his ears suddenly turned into a sharp, ear-piercing shriek; this was a sonic attack, and neither his Iron Feather battle robe nor his soft armor could defend against it, directly causing his ears to bleed.

The long spear was like a black cloud, and anyone or any insect that approached was repelled by the sharp spear tip.

These people were at least at the level of an Intermediate Martial Master, their strikes were ruthless and accurate, and as they coordinated with one another, they were like a giant millstone, exhausting his Qi and blood, ravaging his physical body, and bit by bit driving Zhou You into a desperate situation.

Gaoyang Ruoqiang exhaled; no matter how formidable he was, a wild beast trapped in an encirclement would only have one path: death.

He whispered to a Shaman beside him, "Leave his long spear; I like this trophy."

(End of chapter)