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Wang Yi's gaze turned towards the man named Han Li. With a cultivation level of Earth Spirit Realm Second Layer, it would not be difficult for Niu Meng to defeat him given his strength. The martial arts practiced by these bandits were rather inferior, with few advanced techniques.
"Come on, kid. Don't cry for your daddy later," Han Li said, flexing the muscles in his arms and stepping forward with a disdainful expression.
Niu Meng stood firm, clenching his fists. The sound of cracking knuckles echoed, reminiscent of frying beans, as he prepared to strike first.
"Ha!"
Han Li rushed forward, raising his right fist to deliver a powerful blow to Niu Meng's cheek. He thought to himself that this black-haired opponent was at a similar level as him, but he was more skilled and experienced in martial arts. He figured that since Niu Meng had probably never killed anyone before, a little intimidation would surely make him cower in fear.
"…"
Accompanied by the sound of wind slicing through the air, Bull Mighty Tiger's eyes widened as he lunged forward, throwing a right punch without any attempt to dodge. He chose to meet force with force; their fists collided like metal striking metal. Almost simultaneously, both fighters threw another punch aimed directly at each other’s vital points.
"Good kid," Han Li exclaimed, twisting his fist as his arm coiled and undulated like a dragon or snake. His attack was fierce and cunning, stirring the surrounding air into chaos.
Seeing this, Wang Yi couldn't help but worry for Niu Meng. His eyes were fixed on the two fighters; Han Li's move was exceedingly vicious. If it were him in this situation, he would likely have to use Pushing Cloud Palm to counter it.
Buzz!
A sharp whistle pierced the air as Niu Meng rapidly closed in on Han Li. His fingers spread apart like eagle claws, and his arms became mere shadows, resembling two entwined ropes.
Winding Hand!
Han Li's expression changed slightly; he hadn't expected Niu Meng to charge directly at him. He felt quite dismissive and thought to himself that Niu Meng was indeed a rookie who feared nothing due to his lack of experience. This move of his was incredibly sharp and difficult for even opponents of the same level to counter. "Good kid, let's see how I defeat you."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
As their clawed fists met, the sound was akin to grinding stone against stone, echoing in their ears. Countless afterimages flickered between them like streaks of lightning cutting through the air.
Han Li's Fist Technique was vicious and cunning, with each punch aimed at vital points. He was tall and agile in his movements. Niu Meng was flexible and unpredictable, his hands casting countless shadows, transforming into a grasping shadow that neutralized Han Li's punches, making no progress.
Li Kaishan showed a hint of surprise; he did not expect Niu Meng to be able to fight Han Li to a standstill. The bandits behind him also looked on with admiration. They were men who lived on the edge, and without strength, they were worth less than dog shit. Only with strength could one earn respect.
"Good."
After a cup of tea's time had passed, neither of the two could gain the upper hand. The bandits cheered and waved their knives, and even Zhou Chang began to look at Niu Meng with new eyes.
This cheer only fueled Han Li's anger. As a man who had long lived on the edge, he could not even handle a ghost; how would he hold his head high in front of his brothers in the future?
"Roar!"
Han Li let out a furious roar and said, "You shall die!" He brought his index and middle fingers together, the tips gleaming coldly like two short swords aimed directly at Niu Meng's throat, moving with lightning speed.
Boom! Boom!
Roaring Fist!
Niu Meng was startled by the roar; he swung his fists in anger and struck out fiercely. The force surged like a tidal wave. After a moment, he felt pain in the back of his hand and rapidly retreated, noticing two crimson spots seeping blood from his hand.
"Hehe, kid, this move is called the Broken Gold Finger; you better take it seriously," Han Li said with a smug smile.
Upon hearing this, Niu Meng let out a loud roar, his fists swirling into shadows as the wind howled. Nine fist shadows shot out simultaneously, roaring towards Han Li.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Han Li brought his fingers together as if they were one finger; the Broken Gold Finger was incredibly sharp and fast as lightning, like a treasured sword breaking through Nine Section Free Fighting one by one, leaving behind trails of afterimages in the air.
Niu Meng's face showed shock; his punch had an impressive force of fifteen thousand pounds, yet it was so easily countered by this person. A competitive spirit surged within him. With determination, all his Vital Energy surged wildly through his meridians like swimming fish gathering on Fist Wave. His momentum soared infinitely as if he were a giant. With one step forward, the ground cracked beneath him as he unleashed a blood-red fist aimed directly at Han Li's cheek, causing the air to shatter around him.
Azure Horizontal Fist!
Han Li was taken aback, feeling an overwhelming wave of Vital Energy surge towards him like a tide, as if he were a lone boat in a vast ocean, or a willow swaying in the wind. His mind hesitated, but Niu Meng's Fist Wave was already upon him, the fierce wind stinging his cheeks.
Ah!
The fist struck at Han Li's fingertips, the airflow swirling back, Vital Energy rampaging, even lifting endless dust from the ground, filling the air with haze. With a crack, blood splattered into the air.
As the dust settled, Han Li was seen pale-faced, clutching his fingers tightly, gritting his teeth, and glaring coldly at Niu Meng.
“Bastard, I won,” Niu Meng grinned, revealing bright white teeth. However, he felt a hint of surprise in his heart; had it not been for his immense strength and the saying that encountering strong opponents makes one stronger, he would not have obtained a new Fist Technique, “Azure Horizontal Fist,” which elevated his momentum infinitely and crushed his opponent's spirit in its infancy. Otherwise, defeating Han Li would not have been easy.
“Haha, fair competition; some injuries are unavoidable. Niu Meng, you need not worry,” Li Kaishan said with a glint in his eyes and a hearty laugh.
Wang Yi felt a stir in his heart and pondered for a moment, guessing that Li Kaishan must have had some calculations in mind. He then said, “The match has ended; according to our agreement, we have won. Shouldn't you fulfill your promise?”
Zhou Chang had a cold expression and spoke arrogantly, “Ignorant fool, die!” He dismounted swiftly; twisting his right fist, his muscular arm bulged with veins like an Azure Snake. He took several steps towards Niu Meng, the wind from his punch was terrifying, and the air suddenly filled with a chilling sound.
Both Zhou Chang and Niu Meng were known for their strength; standing about two and a half meters tall, Zhou Chang was half a head taller than Niu Meng. In terms of power and combat experience, he far surpassed Niu Meng.
Niu Meng's expression changed; knowing there was no way to avoid this confrontation—this man was a warrior of the Earth Spirit Realm Ninth Layer, far stronger than him—he could only fight with all his might. With a loud shout, his clothes billowed as waves of energy surged forth from his body like countless raindrops filling the sky.
Zhou Chang glanced appreciatively at Niu Meng, yet his iron fist did not pause for even a moment. Like lightning, he effortlessly dodged Niu Meng's fierce punch. Startled, Niu Meng opened himself up wide; however, it was already too late as the iron fist struck him fiercely in the chest like a wild beast.
Ah!
Struck as if by lightning, Niu Meng felt sweetness in his throat as blood spurted out. His face turned extremely pale. Concerned, Wang Yi rushed forward to support him and took out a pill for him to swallow.
"Hmph, an ungrateful brat, daring to come to my Heimu Mountain," Zhou Chang said coldly.
Hearing this, Wang Yi inwardly lamented, realizing he had been too arrogant, thinking he understood Li Kaishan's character. But who knew that this Mountain Bandit had no sense of trust? In this life-and-death moment, he couldn't afford to think too much. Swallowing hard, he fixed a sharp gaze on Li Kaishan and said, "Are you thinking of backing out?"
"Back out? Do you think it’s useful to talk about trust with a thief?" Li Kaishan shook his head seriously.
"What? You’re also robbers?" Wang Yi feigned surprise, staggering back while supporting Niu Meng, panic-stricken.
"Hahaha..."
The bandits looked at Wang Yi and Niu Meng as if they were fools, laughing wildly.
Han Li took some hemostatic medicine; his injuries were gradually easing. He coldly looked at Wang Yi and Niu Meng and said, "Big Boss has ordered to kill these two."
Wang Yi cried out in despair, feeling guilty. He urgently said to Niu Meng, "Niu Meng, you should go. I'll stay behind to hold them off."
"Bastard! We are brothers; we might as well die together here," Niu Meng shouted angrily, his face flushed. He looked at the bandits and roared, "Come on! Today I’ll take a few of you down with me."
"Good, you have guts. Let me help fulfill your wish," Li Kaishan's eyes flashed as he waved his hand and grinned, "Get ready to attack."
Before his words faded, several men wielding large knives stepped forward with sinister smiles. The Blade Light flickered under the blazing sun, exuding an icy chill as the air suddenly filled with a murderous aura.
"Let me handle this." A tall man at the third level of Earth Spirit Realm grinned and blocked the others. A few people behind him nodded in agreement, clearly indicating that he held some status among the bandits. He shook the Cold Blade in his hand; with a twist of his wrist, the large knife lunged forward like a fierce tiger, its cold light glaring as it aimed directly at Wang Yi's wrist.
This strike was executed at an awkward angle; if Wang Yi were hit, his arm's tendons would surely be destroyed.
Having helped Niu Meng to the ground, Wang Yi saw the sharp Blade Light and narrowed his eyes. He stepped forward swiftly and executed "Transforming Cloud Palm," causing the air to slow down as if it had solidified: "Sizzle..." The Cold Blade struck the air like shattering ice, producing a sharp sound amidst the desolation.
Li Kaishan raised an eyebrow at this scene, frowning slightly as he pondered that despite over ten years in Zongheng Xiangzhou Prefecture, he had never encountered such peculiar Martial Arts.
The big man also showed a look of surprise, but soon he looked down on it disdainfully. How much of a wave could a mere second-tier warrior create? His arm, like a giant snake, swung out accurately, and the Cold Blade in his hand shimmered with a cold light. With a fierce twist, the air was suddenly filled with an incessant screeching sound.
Bang!
Wang Yi wrapped his palm with Vital Energy and effortlessly slapped it against the blade's edge. The surging Vital Energy swept across the blade, preventing the Cold Blade from advancing even an inch further.
The big man's expression changed. His wrist twisted like a spiral, and with a sharp sound, the blade viciously slashed toward Wang Yi's face.
Wang Yi hurriedly brought his palms together. With a loud clap, he trapped the blade between his hands. A surge of Blade Qi instantly pierced into his palms, causing intense pain and drawing blood.
Open!
The big man roared angrily as his entire body’s Vital Energy surged wildly. With a single move, Wang Yi could no longer withstand it; his palms burned with pain, blood flowed freely, yet the sharp blade ruthlessly descended toward his head.
This strike was ferocious and unmatched. The Blade Qi swept through; if not for Wang Yi's Vital Energy far surpassing that of other warriors at the same level, he would have certainly been cut down by the blade.
"Big brother!" Niu Meng shouted loudly, desperately trying to intervene, but his injuries were too severe to stop anything.
Wang Yi's face turned ashen. Just then, he suddenly heard a loud clang near his ear, as if his eardrum was about to burst. He saw the blade suddenly twist and fly out of the big man's hand, plunging straight into the ground.
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