Chapter 600: Killing and Taking the Head Away

Zhou You could be certain that none of the inner disciples of the Myriad Poison Secret Workshop knew that Fu Manlun was still hiding this technique.

Even when Kongque Laoliu broke in and slaughtered everyone, causing Fu Manlun and the others to lose all face, he did not use this move.

As for the power of this Fetal Fist Secret Technique, it could rival Lu Zhigang's Heaven-Stepping Flood Dragon Subduing Palm; both were capable of unleashing the combat power of a Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian at the level of an Advanced Martial Master.

The difference was that Lu Zhigang relied on the sores of the Nine Insects, integrating poison-pets into his palm force, while Fu Manlun took a different path, using a method of forming a fetus with vipers to gestate the power of Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian at the Advanced Martial Master level.

Although his Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian power was only a fetus, it was genuine, and for an Advanced Martial Master, it was truly a dimensionality-reduction strike.

"Zhou You, I originally intended to wipe out Pei Li before dealing with you, but you have come to seek death yourself."

Fu Manlun said with a ferocious grin, "I will make your parents, wives, and concubines die in unspeakable misery. Rest assured, I will leave you two eyes and a mouth; the eyes will let you see their miserable state clearly, and the mouth will allow you to beg for mercy."

Driven by his Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian power, his Heart-Devouring Snake Fang Fist underwent a rebirth, instantly overpowering the momentum of the Tiger-Crane Dual-Form Fist and, in turn, threatening Zhou You's two figures.

"Is that so?"

Facing his vicious threat, Zhou You's expression remained unchanged, and his moves stayed steady; the crane form snatched the dagger and slid downward, while the tiger form leaped into the sky.

Seeing that his tiger form could also fly, Fu Manlun concluded that he was wearing a Flying Tiger Shirt.

But at this moment, he had no more scruples, "So what if you are from Dayin Mountain? You are not a registered Leopard General. If Tiger Corpse does not follow the rules, my master has his own arguments; I am not afraid of him."

Airwaves churned in the air, and the poison aura turned into electric threads and thunder, wrapping around his fists, with the two fangs poised to strike.

Driven by Fu Manlun, after this punch was thrown, the residence collapsed into ruins on the spot.

This punch broke the sound barrier, and the street, stretching for a thousand meters, was knocked down like dominoes, with debris falling with a clatter.

The power of Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian was actually terrifying to this extent, flattening a large area with a single punch.

"Roar, roar! Chirp, chirp!"

The fierce tiger roared, and the immortal crane cried out.

One tiger and one crane crashed into the range of the two fangs, and Zhou You pushed his Qi and blood to the 8-fold limit in one breath.

The tiger form held two large hammers, and the crane form gripped the dagger to thrust out.

The two large hammers were ancient divine weapons, the least afraid of sharp, poisonous attacks; this dagger had first been fused with the remains of the Great Allure, and then integrated with the fingernails of Yin Sanfen of the Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian, which could be called a double reinforcement.

The two fangs condensed from the power of Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian were indeed powerful, but they were held back by these two weapons.

Amidst the huge shock, Zhou You's Qi and blood flowed faster and faster, making a ringing sound inside his body, with various defensive powers like the Primal Chaos Iron Garment and the Thousand Snake Ten Thousand Scale Garment overlapping.

In the span of a single breath, his defense had been raised to the level of 4.5 times that of steel.

The fist wind of the Heart-Devouring Snake Fang Fist struck his body, causing his skin and flesh to cave in; although the pressure was extreme, his body, which combined hardness and softness, still held firm, neither tearing nor shattering, and despite severe deformation, it was still resisting.

If he were still at the Intermediate Martial Master level, this move would have been enough to tear Zhou You's skin and muscles, and he would not know how many bones he had broken.

"Fu Manlun, I truly underestimated you."

Although Zhou You had prepared well before coming, he still underestimated the foundation of a sect.

As the head of the inner disciples of the Myriad Poison Secret Workshop, Fu Manlun was truly no ordinary person, and his methods were not those of the mundane.

It could not be denied that he was despicable, cruel, tyrannical, and vicious, worthy of being called the scum of the scum, but as a martial artist, with his poison martial arts at the Advanced Martial Master level, he was qualified to match the status and position of the head of the inner disciples.

"The likes of Liu Fengji and Yan Baihu are nothing more than this."

Zhou You estimated that the Fu Manlun before him was slightly weaker than Cao Wudang, but he was already a top-tier figure at the Martial Master level.

If he could kill this person, it would prove that Zhou You was also in the first-class tier among Advanced Martial Masters.

"Fu Manlun, your death day has arrived." Zhou You's Tiger-Crane Dual-Form exerted force simultaneously; the two large hammers and the dagger crashed into the interior of the fangs, and amidst the ripples, the giant force rotated and tore at Fu Manlun's fist stance.

Fu Manlun was a disciple of Du Taiyue, his fist skills were solid, and his routines were steady; seeing this, he changed his moves to offset the surprise attack of the hammers and the dagger, and incidentally used the fist wind to scrape and roll, attempting to pull Zhou You's main body into it; if he touched even a tiny bit of the fangs, there would be no saving him.

Suddenly, Zhou You withdrew his hands abruptly, abandoning both the hammers and the dagger, and retreated empty-handed.

Manlun was greatly surprised; these two weapons were treasures, and he himself coveted them, so how could he just give them up?

The next moment, Zhou You turned back and pulled the Black Cloud Spear from the ground. "Tiger and Crane as One, the Spear Strikes with No Return; take this move of mine, Black Cloud Encirclement."

Zhou You took a deep breath, his body trembling, the tiger and crane forms struggling and separating within him, as if bound and unable to be freed.

Behind him, the airflow churned, and the image of a fierce tiger and an immortal crane chasing each other faintly rose.

The giant force of his body's Qi and blood poured into the Black Cloud Spear like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, leaving not a drop behind.

When this spear was thrust out, the power rose infinitely, narrowing the distance between the peak of the Martial Master and the Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian, and the gap was visibly getting smaller and smaller.

Infinitely close meant the gap was infinitely zero.

The fist stance driven by Fu Manlun faced this spear, the pressure going from nothing to something, and then becoming overwhelming.

"Pfft!"

The Black Cloud Spear pierced into the coverage of the two fangs, the spearhead blooming into a spear flower, slowly unfolding, tearing through the poison aura.

Whoosh!

Zhou You twisted the spear body with difficulty, and the Black Cloud Spear slowly rotated, the spear tassel like a large mass of black clouds enveloping the fangs.

Black Cloud Encirclement, the spear strikes with no return, infinite killing intent contained within this one strike.

Swish! Fu Manlun suddenly found his hands empty, his arms and face covered in dense, needle-sized holes.

He was terrified to the core; this was clearly being pierced all over his body by the sharp spearhead in one breath; he had lost, his Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian power had been defeated, and there was no chance of a comeback.

"Spare me!"

Fu Manlun was also a ruthless person; realizing there was no hope, he immediately knelt and begged for mercy, "I am still useful to you; I am the disciple most valued by Du Taiyue, and I know many secrets."

"You can offer me to the noble families, and the Thousand Faces Hall; you can get many benefits."

"They want to deal with Du Taiyue and destroy the Myriad Poison Secret Workshop; I am willing to be a spy and lead the way for them."

"Don't kill me, it's such a waste..."

"I haven't reached Qiangwu Jiuzhongtian yet, I don't want to die."

He desperately showed his value, his eyes full of a fierce craving for survival.

What he got in return was Zhou You's cold sentence, "Sorry, I only trust corpses; dead men don't lie."

A spear thrust into Fu Manlun's throat, the spearhead snapped his neck, and he directly lifted his head into mid-air, wrapping it in a cloth bag.

With the Corpse-Punishing Whip in hand, Zhou You could make even the dead speak; why keep a living person with ulterior motives, only to have to discern whether his testimony was true or false and leave behind a source of trouble? He carried the blood-stained cloth bundle, strode out of the ruins, and stepped over the corpses one by one.

The cold moon was silent, illuminating the ruins with an air of extreme desolation and loneliness.

The surroundings were deathly silent; there were no human voices, no sounds of chickens or dogs, no chirping of insects or scurrying of rats. The great commotion stirred up here was like a one-man show, with no one to pay attention and no one to appreciate it; once it ended, it simply dissipated slowly like ripples on water.

(End of this chapter)