Chapter 599: The Secret Art of the Fetal Fist

Fu Manlun was half-drunk and half-sober in his drunken, furious state; he did not know how much time had passed before he was suddenly startled, realizing the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet.

The corpses on the ground stared with wide, unclosed eyes, their dull, lightless pupils seemingly fixed upon him.

"People, where has everyone gone?"

This residence was a secret stronghold; besides Fu Manlun, there were other Poison Martial Arts Disciples, as well as his most capable henchmen.

The backyard, the cellar, and the secret room were all places where they captured people for interrogation and formulated plans.

However, this large stronghold had now become deathly quiet, without the slightest movement of any living person.

Fu Manlun was so startled he broke into a cold sweat and instantly sobered up; he smelled the scent of death.

He could be certain that his subordinates and henchmen were all dead.

A powerful enemy had invaded.

His mind was filled with confusion and doubt as to how the enemy had found him and infiltrated without a sound.

"Poison Trace Seeking!"

Fu Manlun crushed a poison sac to unleash a secret technique, and pale yellow poisonous smoke rose from the flat ground, drifting toward the surroundings.

This poisonous smoke was not aimless; it swirled and drifted, suddenly gathering and aligning toward a certain direction like an arrowhead, indicating that an uninvited guest was present.

"Clap, clap, clap, good technique!"

A person's fist wind suddenly rose, shattering the poisonous smoke into pieces, which then condensed into solid lumps with a pattering sound.

Such strong fist power; it is a high-level Martial Master.

Fu Manlun breathed a sigh of relief; a high-level Martial Master is fine, as long as it is not a powerful martial artist, he could still handle it.

"Who goes there?"

"Daqian Martial Arts Hall, Zhou You. Since you have come to Fucheng as a guest, I have come to take your life."

Zhou You did not bother with nonsense and stepped forward; the ground behind him was littered with the corpses of various henchmen and Poison Martial Arts practitioners.

Fu Manlun was both surprised and angry; to have killed so many of his subordinates silently was simply damnable.

A mere Fucheng Martial Master, regardless of anything else, cannot be easily spared today.

He retreated a few steps, his sleeves opening into an inverted cone shape, and a swarm of poison bees dispersed, buzzing as they lunged toward Zhou You's face; the fishy, sweet poisonous gas was even faster, having already circled behind him.

Just as the poison bees flew out, Fu Manlun's fist wind arrived: "Heart-Devouring Snake Fang Fist."

Zhou You roared, the sound like thunder, as he unleashed the Hungry Tiger Swallows the Sun to the fullest.

That swarm of poison bees had just dispersed when it was pulled back by the rotating giant force, compressed and crushed while spinning, unable to even spread the poisonous gas.

Then, Zhou You slightly shook his waist, bypassing the most venomous point of the 'Snake Fang'—the strongest front end of Fu Manlun's fist wind—with the posture of a Tiger King patrolling the mountains.

He immediately initiated his move, the Qi and blood of his eight Profound Hearts exploding instantly; the surrounding air waves surged, and because the speed of the leakage could not keep up with the expansion, the airflow became sharp and shrill, blowing the ground and walls full of pits.

"Awoo!"

The fist wind carried the roar, pressing down so hard that the muscles on Fu Manlun's face trembled, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Tiger Fist, simply a beast, too violent!"

Fu Manlun dared not take the force of Zhou You's fist; he could not understand why, as fellow high-level Martial Masters, the force on Zhou You's fist was so terrifying that even with his protective Poison Qi, he could not withstand the heavy blow of this punch.

He lunged downward, crawling in the posture of a Poison Scorpion, and darted away so quickly that Zhou You missed his target.

Just as he was about to change moves and counterattack, a crane's cry suddenly rang out above his head, the sound as sharp as metal, piercing his eardrums with pain.

"Puchi!"

Zhou You's Crane Fist killing move descended from the sky, holding an Iron Spear that stabbed directly into his back.

A move that should have been a sure success was dodged by Fu Manlun in his desperate situation; he saw his whole body trembling crazily, his skin and flesh turning iron-gray as if weathered.

"Gecko Breaks its Tail, Golden Cicada Sheds its Shell." Fu Manlun, having shrunk by a large margin, shed his skin and flesh like taking off clothes, turning into a stream of light and sliding away from the spear tip.

With a muffled thud, the Iron Spear stabbed into an empty shell.

Zhou You lightning-fast drew another Iron Spear and shot it out like a javelin.

"You go too far, do you want to kill me all?"

"If I don't kill you, why did I come?"

Zhou You sneered disdainfully, the Iron Spear piercing through the air, looking as if it were about to pierce into Fu Manlun's back.

Having just shed his shell to avoid the Iron Spear, Fu Manlun had shrunk significantly, his whole body becoming skin and bones; if he used the same move a second time, he would be left with nothing but bones.

Therefore, he could not avoid this second spear.

Fu Manlun knew this too; he suddenly threw himself onto the ground, his right leg raised high, using the Scorpion Tail Sting ultimate move.

His sole emitted a black light, the black light condensing into substance, emitting a clanging, powerful sound when it collided with the Iron Spear.

The Iron Spear was kicked away, and he was also flipped over by the force of the collision, rolling a few times on the ground before he could steady himself.

Wretched, he could not be more wretched.

At this moment, Fu Manlun's heart held no resentment or Curse; what filled his heart was pure shock—that in the martial circles of Fucheng, there was actually such a terrifying figure.

As the head of the inner disciples of the Ten Thousand Poisons Secret Workshop, both his strength and status were that of a top-tier Martial Master of the current age; in the past, only the un-broken-through Yan Shan, the Hating Overlord, could make him think highly of him.

Who would have thought that a Hungry Tiger, Zhou You, would emerge without a sound.

Judging by the exchange, this person's strength was at the level of a fierce general even in Dayin Mountain, on par with Yan Baihu.

The ancestor of Dayin Mountain absolutely had something to do with him; if the other party was not an external member of Dayin Mountain, he would cut his head off and kick it like a ball.

"You..."

Fu Manlun brewed his strength, just about to unleash his ultimate move; he had plenty of trump cards in his hand, and he could complete a counter-kill if he just got a little serious.

However, Zhou You did not give him that chance.

"Fu Manlun, time is up, pay with your life!"

Zhou You suddenly leaped into mid-air, his body swaying slightly, splitting into the Tiger and Crane forms, one in the sky and one on the ground. The two figures were unimaginably fast; the figures arrived first, and the sound of breaking the air arrived late.

"This Lightness Skill, supersonic."

That's right, after Zhou You broke through to the Advanced Martial Master realm, his Lightness Skill rose to level 40 Feather-Treading Sky-Ascending Step, already surpassing the speed of sound.

Fu Manlun was so terrified he could not control himself; what kind of monster was this guy? Wasn't it said that Dayin Mountain was not skilled in Lightness Skill? Lightness Skill was the specialty of the Flying Bird Fist.

At the critical moment, he unleashed his strongest trump card, "Fetal Fist Secret Technique."

Vipers are different from other snakes; other snake species lay eggs first and then hatch them, but only vipers gestate them inside their bodies before giving birth to small snakes, so vipers are an anomaly, the viviparous ones among snakes.

This ultimate move secretly corresponded to his surname "Fu," but it was unknown how powerful it was.

Zhou You listened and remained somewhat cautious, but he would not stop his footsteps because of this, suddenly exerting force.

A fierce tiger roared and a crane cried out; the two figures attacked from above and below, striking Fu Manlun's body in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the killing move Fu Manlun had been brewing was unleashed.

"Power of the Strong Martial!"

Zhou You encountered the sudden attack and identified on the spot that the opponent's Fetal Fist Secret Technique was shockingly exerting a trace of power belonging to the Strong Martial realm while at the Advanced Martial Master level.

No, it wasn't the proper Strong Martial realm, but rather a fetal formation, like a small snake in a viper's belly, about to emerge yet not, as if it were there yet not. But, this was also the power of the Strong Martial, transcending above the Advanced Martial Master.

(End of this chapter)