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Wang Chao had been waiting for death. Given Liu He's hatred towards him, he would surely be torn apart. The only reason Wang Chao had survived before was that both he and Liu He had sustained severe injuries, leaving Liu He uncertain whether he had killed Wang Chao, while Wang Chao could not confirm Liu He's death either. This resulted in both of them still being alive. However, now Liu He bore almost no fatal wounds.
It was incredibly unfair for a monster to have two lives. Wang Chao closed his eyes, and the events of the past years played out like a movie in his mind. But after a few seconds, he felt no sensation of the monster's Bone Knife piercing his heart. When he opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing protectively in front of him, gripping the monster's Bone Knife tightly. The sharp weapon could not sever this person's hand, but it was already drenched in blood.
Blood dripped continuously as Wang Chao gazed at the figure, feeling increasingly incredulous. His body trembled as he seemed to forget the pain entirely. At that moment, the person pulled the Bone Knife directly out of Wang Chao's body. Then, with one hand on each side of the knife, they exerted force and broke the monster's Bone Knife in half!
That hard Bone Knife could withstand even Da Qiang's strongest punch with his specialized weaponized gauntlets, yet this person managed to break it with their bare hands. Wang Chao was left speechless; this strength surpassed that of the monster. Had this person reached a level of power that theoretically should be impossible to attain—the power of a king?
After breaking the monster's Bone Knife, the person pressed their advantage and landed several punches on the creature before it could react. The face on its belly twisted and contorted from the blows; it turned out that this monster could feel pain, as fear appeared on its face. Yet, instead of retreating, the person pressed forward, striking relentlessly at the monster's face.
At that moment, the monster prepared its Mucus attack again. As the person attacked, countless liquids erupted from the bulges on the monster's body. The area was so vast that if it were Wang Chao, he would only be able to block it with a shield. However, this person simply waved both hands in front of them; Wang Chao could barely see what happened next but caught a glimpse of them drawing a circle with a strange gesture!
Wang Chao recognized this peculiar movement—it was a technique from Breathing Technique! He had seen it clearly in Zhang Yunhao's notebook. Therefore, he could deduce that this figure was none other than Zhang Fusheng, who had disappeared for over a year. To his surprise, Zhang Fusheng had arrived here and seemed even more powerful!
As Zhang Fusheng drew the circle, not a single drop of Mucus splattered onto him; instead, it all coalesced into a liquid sphere within the circle formed by his hands. Then Zhang Fusheng pushed outward, and the Mucus shot back toward the monster. Wang Chao was dumbfounded; he had never known that Breathing Technique could be used like this. However, having read through that manual page by page indicated that this was an application of Breathing Technique developed by Zhang Fusheng himself. It was said that all methods converge into one; while variations may abound, coming up with such transformations was no simple feat!
The monster was splattered with its own Mucus; although it did not inflict any substantial damage, it hindered its next move. Then Zhang Fusheng stepped forward and shot his arm out like a bullet, piercing directly into the creature's body before yanking back violently—a worm appeared in his hand!
Although part of this worm was held by Wang Chao, a significant portion remained inside Liu He’s body. At that moment, sensing a lethal threat, the monster went berserk and lunged at Zhang Fusheng with its Bone Knife and massive claws aimed at his head. Zhang Fusheng gripped the worm tightly with his left hand while blocking with his right hand—he managed to stop that fierce attack!
Immediately after, Zhang Fusheng seized the monster's wrist with his right hand and applied tremendous force; Wang Chao heard several cracking sounds as bones snapped under pressure. Without loosening his grip for even a moment, Zhang Fusheng continued to exert force until he broke one of the monster's arms—he had done so barehanded!
What kind of terrifying power had Zhang Fusheng attained? Wang Chao could hardly believe his eyes but simultaneously understood what it meant to be number one in the world. Indeed, from the day Zhang Fusheng became an adult, he had been bestowed with the title of The Greatest Expert of Huaxia—a title truly deserving of its reputation.
With his right hand, Zhang Fusheng broke one of the monster's arms, while his left hand was not idle either. He firmly grasped the Worm and, with a renewed effort, began to pull it out inch by inch from Liu He's body. At that moment, the monster seemed to have completely lost its ability to resist; it knelt down, trembling all over, its expression of pain twisting grotesquely as it watched Zhang Fusheng extract the Worm from within itself.
Three seconds later, Zhang Fusheng finally pulled the Worm out of its body—a wriggling creature that continued to squirm. Liu He's body fell backward, utterly devoid of control. Wang Chao understood that this Worm was what controlled the monster; once it was killed, the monster would never be able to revive again.
At this moment, Zhang Fusheng turned around. It had been over a year since Wang Chao had last seen him, and now that he was face to face with Zhang Fusheng again, he found himself at a loss for words. Zhang Fusheng appeared more mature; his beard had grown longer, and the clarity that once shone in his eyes had been replaced by a murky depth, making him look considerably weathered.
Zhang Fusheng cracked a smile at Wang Chao, but it resembled more of a grimace than a genuine smile. Then, with a sudden forceful grip of his left hand, he crushed the writhing Worm into pulp, ensuring it was completely dead.
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