Chapter 113: Bear Hug Shows Its Might

“Twelve Spirit Pattern Flame Barrier?” The cold youth, whose form resembled a skeletal demon, stared at Wang Yu, whose body was engulfed in roaring flames, his face filled with shock.

“You actually recognize it—first demon disciple I’ve met who knows this technique. Your White Bone Demon Body is somewhat interesting, but what good is it if you can’t break my Flame Barrier?”

“The Twelve Spirit Pattern technique is indeed the most powerful among entry-level spells. But you’re only mid-Qi Refinement—how much cultivation energy can you possibly muster? Even if I stood still, you couldn’t sustain this spell for long.”

“You’re right about that, so I have no intention of wasting more energy.”

After speaking calmly, Wang Yu took a deep breath, his body suddenly swelling by a full circle; when he opened his mouth again, a blinding white mist surged forth. With his eyes gleaming like crystal, his upper body swelled once more, tearing his clothes apart to reveal a massive, lifelike tiger head etched across his back. A golden mist immediately rose along his skin, rapidly converging toward both arms, faintly shaping into two blurred golden arm guards.

“Guardian Force Master”

Seeing this, the cold youth’s expression changed again. He moved his hands, yanking out the bone spines from his back, then let out a low roar and hurled the two spines straight at Wang Yu.

“Crash.” “Crash.”

The bone spines became two white streaks, like falling stars, slamming into the red barrier—but only made it shudder violently twice, remaining intact.

The cold youth did not pause. His hands blurred, pulling out over a dozen bone spines from his back and launching them all at once.

At that moment, Wang Yu shifted his shoulders, flying sideways dozens of zhang away—but the bone spears likewise spiraled through the earth, chasing after him.

They could track automatically!

Wang Yu was slightly surprised, but stopped dodging. He swung both arms—and a piercing shriek erupted before him.

Dozens of golden fist shadows suddenly appeared, striking every incoming bone spear with perfect accuracy.

“Boom!” “Boom!” Dozens of explosions rang out.

Over a dozen bone spears shattered simultaneously.

But at that instant, Wang Yu’s body bent slightly, his single foot stomped the ground—and he shot forward in a trail of red afterimages, directly toward the cold youth.

The cold youth snorted. His body armor suddenly reshaped, sprouting countless sharp bone spines across every inch of his body and limbs, appearing grotesque and terrifying. He spread his arms wide and charged straight at Wang Yu.

“Boom.”

Wang Yu didn’t hesitate. Like lightning, he drove his fist straight into the cold youth’s exposed chest. Bone shards flew everywhere; the golden-armored fist pierced cleanly through his body.

The cold youth showed no pain—instead, he burst into wild laughter. The wound in his chest suddenly emitted a powerful suction, locking Wang Yu’s arm in place. Then both arms, encased in bone armor, snapped shut, ignoring the raging flames of the Flame Barrier, and embraced Wang Yu tightly through the barrier.

More slender bone spines erupted from his chest and inner arms, frantically scraping and stabbing at the Flame Barrier. Behind him, the two bone arms transformed into blurring shadows, hammering down repeatedly.

The once seemingly indestructible deep red barrier began flickering, destabilizing under the onslaught.

Seeing this, Wang Yu raised an eyebrow. Without any visible movement, the eight spirit pattern seals within his spiritual sea flashed several times. Suddenly, seven or eight crimson fireballs appeared between him and the cold youth—and exploded simultaneously.

The power of such an explosion at point-blank range was unimaginable!

Amid a thunderous roar, several blinding red lights burst open, rolling flames surging outward. Both figures staggered backward from the inferno.

Wang Yu appeared unharmed; his arm had been withdrawn from the cold youth’s chest—but the barrier around his body had vanished.

The cold youth, by contrast, was far worse off. Most of his bone armor had melted away; his previously pierced chest was now charred black, exposing the raw flesh beneath.

“Instant-cast spell? Impossible! You’re only mid-Qi Refinement—how did you do it? Innate Magical Lineage! You’re an innate magical lineage!” The cold youth, who had remained composed until now, stared at Wang Yu with wide, disbelieving eyes, his voice rising in shock.

But at that moment, Wang Yu said nothing—he charged forward again like a storm.

The cold youth roared, new bone armor growing from within—but it emerged far slower and thinner than before. Yet the tips of his two bone arms twisted into two sharp, short blades.

Wang Yu’s form shifted, dodging the glaring bone blades thrust toward him, appearing beside the cold youth. He suddenly spread both arms and swung one palm outward.

The air before him warped and blurred. His five fingers swelled visibly, becoming several times larger, ghostlike, slapping against the cold youth’s back.

“Boom.”

The cold youth’s body was struck as if by a celestial mallet. Bone spines on his back shattered, large sections of armor cracked and flew apart. He screamed, then plummeted like a meteor.

“Whoosh.”

Wang Yu plunged downward just as swiftly.

“Boom!” “Boom!”

A series of heavy impacts echoed below.

Amid a pile of shattered rocks.

The cold youth lay on the ground, his flesh unrecognizable, lifeless. His bone armor had vanished entirely—but a massive black-red palm print covered nearly half his bare chest.

Wang Yu slowly retracted his hand, flexing his fingers. His expression seemed calm, but inside, he was both startled and elated.

This was the first time he had used the Bear Hug technique in battle—and its power far exceeded his expectations. In just a few strikes, he had effortlessly slain his formidable opponent.

The Bear Hug Four Forms had only been trainable after he infused his body with Golden Sun Fiery Qi and reached the second level of the Black Tiger Breathing Method—plus the Overclocking Power. He had trained it for barely over a year.

Though the Bear Hug Four Forms were extremely difficult to master, their body-strengthening effects were obvious and brutally effective, greatly enhancing overall physical power and explosive force.

In his final strike, he had slapped the cold youth’s unprotected chest with the Bear Hug technique. The terrifying impact had instantly shattered every rib and all internal organs—he died on the spot.

Wang Yu then rummaged through the cold youth’s ruined corpse. Moments later, he found two storage bags and a white bone statue, riddled with cracks.

He flicked his sleeve—a fireball shot out, instantly reducing the corpse to ash.

He then flew toward the spot where the middle-aged Daoist had fallen, only to be astonished: apart from a pool of blood, the Daoist had vanished entirely.

Frowning, Wang Yu searched the area aerially but found nothing. He released his mechanical flying bird and swiftly departed.