20demayo Chapter 81 No martial ethics, 2 against 1!
Chapter 81 No martial ethics, 2 against 1!
Chapter 81 No martial ethics, two against one!
Hu Tianbiao's bloodshot fox eyes were blazing with fighting spirit, and he didn't give Liu Kunsheng, who was still standing there in a daze, any time to react!
He took a sudden step forward, and the hard ground cracked instantly. His right fist clenched tightly, his arm muscles bulged, and a violent crimson flame, like a tangible fire, wrapped around it. With a sharp shriek that tore through the air, he slammed it hard into Liu Kunsheng's chest without any fancy moves!
This punch was a pure, ultimate burst of power!
"!!!"
A deafening, heart-stopping bang exploded!
Liu Kunsheng's body, covered in black energy, was as if it had been struck head-on by a rapidly moving boulder!
He didn't even have time to parry before his entire body turned into a blurry black shadow and flew backward like a cannonball!
Rumble—!
He crashed solidly into the thick, solid barrier at the edge of the playing field!
The barrier, strong enough to withstand the impact of a heavy truck, instantly caved in, creating a shocking, human-shaped crater!
Spiderweb-like cracks spread instantly!
Smoke, dust, gravel, and wood chips shot into the sky like an explosion, instantly spreading and obscuring the view, making it impossible to see Liu Kunsheng's specific situation in the pit.
hiss--!
A collective gasp rippled through the audience.
All the contestants, regardless of their perceived strength, felt a chill run down their spines and a cold sensation shooting from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads!
That was just one punch?!
Looking at the still-falling rubble and the billowing dust, and then thinking about that terrifyingly deep, sunken pit—
If that punch landed on me—
The bones would probably be pulverized into powder by now, how could you fight like that? Fight with your head?
At this moment, a huge question also arose in the minds of all the spectators:
The immortals are clearly so ridiculously powerful, so why have we heard so little about them in the world of supernatural beings in recent years?
After all, this power is simply beyond comprehension!
Meanwhile, in a corner at the very edge of the viewing platform, where no one was paying attention.
The aged-looking Gao family patriarch, Gao Lian, stared intently at the wild, crimson figure in the arena with his cloudy old eyes, his expression complex and unfathomable.
His thin, bony fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.
A wave of bittersweet emotions surged within him.
Sour and astringent?
It is because "Master Biao," who has accompanied him since childhood, like a guardian deity of the family and a close elder, is now resolutely severing all ties with the Gao family ancestral hall and his past identity as a "family deity," and is about to leave completely.
Glad?
It stemmed from the joyful smile that had bloomed on Hu Tianbiao's face at the edge of the smoke and dust, a smile he had never seen before.
That wasn't the aloof indifference of a celestial being, nor the imposing presence of someone possessing a disciple; rather, it was a pure, wild, and exhilarating laugh that came from the depths of the soul!
"Hehehe————"
"Hahahaha! That feels great! Is this my true rebirth?!"
Hu Tianbiao's laughter pierced through the smoke and dust, filled with surprise and a sense of power.
He shook his arms vigorously, experiencing the new sensations brought by this doll-like body.
Both the initial strength of this body and the degree of perfect integration with his own spirit and even the origin of his soul far exceeded his expectations!
What alarmed him even more was that he discovered he could switch between this spirit body and "physical body" state almost instinctively and at will!
It was as if this body was a vessel made specifically for spirits like them!
What terrifying technology!
The person who could create such a thing—the very "master" the Minister of Magic casually mentioned in the underground laboratory—
Just how incredible was his level of attainment?
For the first time, Hu Tianbiao felt a strong curiosity about that mysterious being.
"You old fox! Are you using me as a target to test your skills?!"
Amidst the smoke and dust, Liu Kunsheng's hiss, cold and venomous like a viper, filled with barely suppressed rage, rang out, interrupting Hu Tianbiao's thoughts.
The billowing smoke and dust were suddenly dispersed by a purer, more condensed, pitch-black force, like ink from the abyss!
Liu Kunsheng slowly stood up from the sunken human-shaped pit, his body churning with black flames, and the coldness in his vertical pupils almost froze the air!
Clearly, Hu Tianbiao's punch had completely ignited his true anger!
"Fine! Let me see, after all these decades, how much have you improved, you stinking fox, besides your silver tongue? How dare you spout such nonsense in front of me!"
Before he could finish speaking, the ground beneath Liu Kunsheng's feet suddenly exploded!
He transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through the air, faster and more powerful than Hu Tianbiao's punch earlier!
The right fist, imbued with terrifying blackness, slammed down towards Hu Tianbiao's head!
Wherever the fist passed, the air emitted a piercing explosion!
Hu Tianbiao's pupils contracted, and he instinctively crossed his arms in front of him to protect himself, unleashing a surge of crimson energy in an attempt to block!
boom-!!!
Another deafening and terrifying explosion!
This time, it was Hu Tianbiao who was sent flying backwards!
As if struck head-on by a battering ram, his crimson figure arced through the air and slammed into the protective shield on the other side, creating a huge ripple!
Judging from these two punches, Liu Kunsheng still has the upper hand.
Actually, it's not that Liu Kunsheng's strength is higher than Hu Tianbiao's.
Firstly, Hu Tianbiao's control over this new body was still somewhat awkward and unfamiliar, far less smooth and natural than when Liu Kunsheng possessed Deng Youfu.
Secondly, the injuries and exhaustion from the battle with Lu Xiaobai a few days ago have not yet fully healed.
With the balance of power shifting, he found himself at a disadvantage in a pure clash of strength!
"Hmph! Weren't you shouting so loudly just now?"
Liu Kunsheng slowly withdrew his fist, his body surrounded by black energy. His voice carried the coldness and mockery unique to snakes as he approached the smoky pit where Hu Tianbiao was.
"Why are you all down now? You've got the nerve to talk big and claim to be all-powerful? I'll pluck all your fox fur off today!"
Let's see what you're going to use to get ahead!
Watching these two "masters" in the arena, their punches and kicks seemed to shake the arena, each collision like a heavy artillery bombardment. Many contestants in the audience, who had originally been very confident, began to turn pale and started to have second thoughts.
Oh shit!
This is hardly a case of inviting a spirit to possess you!
This is practically like inviting a Challenger player to smurf in a Bronze-level game!
The contestants ranged in age from their early twenties to their teens, competing based on their youthful vigor and talent for cultivation.
Take another look at that Lu Xiaobai?
Good heavens, they directly hired an ancient monster who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years to fight for them!
Just stand there and watch the show!
Are you kidding me with that fist the size of a sandbag?
One punch and you're dead, your bones will be smashed to pieces!
What's the point of fighting?!
How do I win? Tell me exactly how I win!
To some extent, before the emergence of the extraordinary skill of binding spirits and commanding generals, the Northeast Ma Xian lineage relied on this "old monster fighting on their behalf" model to be almost invincible in battles among their peers.
Fortunately, the unfathomable old Taoist masters of the Zhengyi Celestial Master's Mansion, as well as other Taoist schools with profound foundations, kept the unspoken rule of "spirits not crossing the Shanhaiguan Pass" in check.
But on that black soil outside the Great Wall, Ma Xian is undoubtedly the overlord, and everyone who goes there has to be subservient!
Of course, exceptions exist for those outside the established order, such as the Old Celestial Master.
Hu Tianbiao on the field was a little stunned by the punch, and shook his head, which was feeling dizzy.
The elation and boastful words brought by the new students have now been slapped hard in the face by reality—the slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado.
He quickly calmed down.
Although Hu Tianbiao has a volatile and easily angered personality, making him an oddball among his fellow foxes, he hasn't lost the cunning nature that is inherent in foxes.
Since a direct confrontation would be a temporary disadvantage, what's the point of talking about martial ethics?
"Kid!"
Hu Tianbiao's voice rang directly in the Minister of Magic's mind, sounding somewhat urgent.
"I haven't even gotten to know this new body yet! Bring on your moves! I'll hold the line for you! Hehehehe—"
He let out a strange, unintelligible laugh, his crimson fox-like eyes locking onto the approaching Liu Kunsheng, and said with malicious intent, "Give this stinking mudskipper a good beating!"
Goodness, the nickname has been upgraded from "old snake" to "stinky mudfish".
The "deep friendship" between these two immortals was so strong that you could practically smell the gunpowder from afar.
This blatant provocation and the impending two-on-one situation made the darkness surrounding Liu Kunsheng intensify even further, and his chilling aura almost froze the surrounding air!
Upon seeing this, even the Minister of Magic's usually innocent and naive eyes revealed a hint of focus.
A faint light flashed from the mechanical ring on his right hand, and his magical and mental power began to be mobilized rapidly, clearly preparing to show off his skills!
What was originally a one-on-one duel between immortals was about to turn into a mixed doubles match that disregarded martial ethics!
Even Master Rongshan on the referee's stand frowned deeply as he watched the situation on the field take a sharp turn for the worse, and subconsciously touched his chin.
Is this considered a foul?
The rules don't say you can't ask someone to help fight the spirits, right? But this feeling—why does it feel so off?