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Chapter 155: The Martial Master is Hard to Beat
The five leaders of Moyun Village are all martial artists, and are ranked in order of strength.

It’s a jungle inside the village, and those who can make it out of the rank are all cruel and powerful villains.

The third leader, Yan Ping, the 'stone-breaker', is well-known for his powerful skills in splitting mountains and breaking stones.

He was originally a martial artist in the city, but after committing a crime, he became a bandit and joined Moyun Village.

Because of his brutality and powerful strength, he stood out among the evil thieves and was promoted to third place.

Yan Ping liked to practice on living people. He would kidnap travelers passing by from the foot of the mountain and smash them to death one by one with heavy force.

The corpses were thrown in the back mountain to be eaten by eagles and vultures. There were always flocks of crows circling around the village all year round, waiting for the scheduled meal.

In terms of his cruelty, he barely ranks third. This shows that everyone in Moyun Village is a group of unforgivable bastards.

How many people hate him so much because he is too powerful and still remains above the law.

"Master Wu, you and I are no match."

When Jiang Hua heard Yan Ping's roar, his face turned even paler.

He waved his hand and ordered the other apprentices and young men, "Run as fast as you can, and find a place to hide if you can't."

He and Zhou You are the strongest among the group, with abundant energy and blood, and are the opponent's first targets.

Others can run away, but they two can't escape no matter what.

Zhou You took a deep breath. He had fought with martial artists before and knew how powerful and terrifying the other party was.

When despair strikes, the only way out is to fight to the death.

The team escorting the artillery included not only martial arts apprentices but also young and strong men conscripted from the army. When they heard Jiang Hua's order and knew that a crisis was approaching, they all ran for their lives.

"Zhou You, listen to me. You have to fight hard today to survive."

Jiang Hua explained in a hurried tone, "I practiced the Blood Sand Palm, and studied the blood power. I heard an abnormal vibration from Yan Ping's voice."

"If I'm right, he was injured during the previous attack on the mountain."

A martial artist in perfect condition is difficult to defeat, but what if he is injured?
Have the opportunity!
Zhou You took a deep breath and said, "Let's fight together. If you don't leave, I won't leave either."

He was nicknamed "Winged Tiger" for his agility. If he really wanted to run away, his advantage would be far greater than Jiang Hua.

Jiang Hua heard this and said firmly, "Let's fight."

The blood color on his cheeks and neck faded instantly, turning as pale as paper, and his palms faded madly, almost transparent.

In Zhou You's perception, it seemed as if a black hole suddenly appeared in the other party's body, swallowing up 99% of his energy and blood.

It must be the secret move of Blood Sand Palm.

A figure rushed out of the broken cave entrance of Moyun Village. There was a deep abyss below, but he walked straight ahead as if he didn't see it.

Is this suicide?
The onlookers who saw this scene all exclaimed that humans are not birds and do not have wings, and their end would be to be smashed to pieces.

The figure sank slightly, and his feet stepped on a protruding rock, which caused a large piece of rock to disintegrate and slide down.

A figure flew through the air like an arrow amid the sound of cracking, and a vicious vulture cry came out of his mouth.

After a few breaths, Yan Ping descended to the area where the artillery was located.

He had a murderous look on his face, the knife scar on his forehead was red and bloodshot, and he took in everyone with a glance.

"I want you to watch a vulture rip out its own intestines?"

He was answered by two pounced figures, Zhou You and Jiang Hua.

Yan Ping swung his hand out, and with such powerful force, the surrounding weeds fell down and the rocks cracked.

The palm of his hand swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it covered the two people like a millstone.

Zhou You didn't expect that the opponent could cover the combined forces of him and Jiang Hua with just one hand.

The suffocating force came instantly, his chest felt tight, and seven or eight places on his chest and back were hit at the same time.

It feels like being hit by a dump truck!

The sound of rain hitting banana leaves rang in my ears, and Jiang Hua suffered the same fate. How could one hand produce such a horrifying effect?

What about the other hand?
Zhou You glanced and saw Yan Ping casually waving his bare hands towards a place more than ten meters away.

The powerful force did not weaken even after flying more than ten meters away, and it directly spun several young men into a ball and lifted them into the air like dry grass.

Boom! The exploding blood mist squirmed and multiplied like a growing tumor!
Pah, pah, a heavy rain fell on the flat ground, and the raindrops were broken bones, flesh and blood.

Seeing this, an apprentice realized that he could not escape, so he turned around, crossed his arms, and launched a desperate charge.

Yan Ping suppressed Zhou You and Jiang Hua with one hand, and with the other hand he pushed away the blood mist and easily grabbed the apprentice's arms.

The apprentice's arm was covered with fine steel arm armor, which became deformed and dented when pinched, and the pain ate into his flesh and blood, deforming his facial features.

"I'll set off a chain of firecrackers for you."

Yan Ping showed a cruel expression. He gently pinched the apprentice's arms and shook them, injecting force into the other person's body.

The apprentice's strength began to explode from the inside out, starting from his fingertips. His bones exploded with crackling sounds, creating a chain reaction that extended from his arms to his torso, and then to his head and lower limbs.

Bang, bang, bang, a series of explosions, like the continuous sound of frying beans.

After a while, there was no trace of anyone at the place.

Zhou You exerted all his strength in both fists and delivered a triple punch, superimposing the power of three punches.

He attacked with all his strength at this moment, without holding back at all. He heard Jiang Hua shouting in his ears, "White Tiger Seven Kills, take the life."

The two of them reached a tacit understanding and used their unique skills at the same time.

Boom!
Yan Ping took a few steps back, "Well, Jade Tiger Kung Fu, you are Wang Lao Hu's disciples."

Zhou You took a breath, his clothes were torn and had been shot through long ago.

The iron armor beneath the outer garment was covered with sunken handprints, left by the opponent's heavy hands.

Looking at Jiang Hua next to him, his armor had fallen apart and pieces were falling off.

"Zhou You, how many kilograms of armor are you wearing?"

Jiang Hua was curious. He was also attacked. Although Zhou You's armor was deformed, it was not damaged.

"100 jin, how about you?"

Jiang Hua thought to himself, “No wonder, I’m wearing 20 kilograms.”

The thicker the armor, the stronger its defense, and the heavier its weight.

With his strength of Qi and Blood Stage 3, climbing mountains wearing 50 kilograms of armor is already his limit.

Zhou You actually wore 100 kilograms of armor, how did he manage to look no different from usual?

"No matter how thick the armor is, it can't save your lives."

Yan Ping's expression suddenly froze, then returned to normal. He raised his hand and grinned, "Go to hell!"

Jiang Hua saw this and shouted, "His blood and qi are fluctuating, and his old injury has relapsed. Let's attack together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped by Yan Ping. He was blown away like a ball and rolled dozens of times on the uneven rocky ground. His skin and flesh were scratched all over.

What's worse is that large pieces of bones were broken at the place where the stone-breaking hand hit.

Jiang Hua was also a ruthless man. When he was hit, he did not forget to fight back and took the opportunity to wipe the opponent's chest with his palm.

Yan Ping didn't feel anything at first, and was about to deal with Zhou You when he suddenly felt a swelling in his chest.

His throat itched and he spat out a ball of purple blood, which condensed in the wind as it hit the ground and quickly turned black.

"Blood Sand Palm, you are looking for death!"

The Blood Sand Palm is best at disrupting qi and blood. If the person who is hit is injured, it will be like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and the situation will be out of control.

Yan Ping's injuries were getting worse, like an old house on fire.

(End of this chapter)