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Chapter 639: Killing the Prodigy with a Stick
Under the ring, both the witch tribe and the martial arts alliance were in a highly anticipated scene.

Zhou You’s identity is clear. He is the master of Daqian Martial Arts School. He made great contributions in the last war and was even given lessons in person by the Lord of the Mansion. Later, it was revealed that he had a three-point relationship with Qiangwu Yin.

It is generally acknowledged within the martial arts community that he is the second most hated Overlord Yanshan.

The witch army is at the gate of the city. The first challenge is Yanshan, and the second challenge is Zhou You. The recognition from the enemy is pure gold and silver.

Under the totem banners, many wizards sighed and lamented that they were still taken advantage of by Pi Jiuxiong. The real masters looked down on Qi Qingdi, so Pi Jiuxiong took the lead. Who would have thought that the master would come out just after the disciple was defeated.

This is different from the last round, Qin Shang fought hard but Yanshan didn't show up.

"please!"

Pi Jiuxiong's weapon is a ball of iron thorns, which is essentially steel wire inlaid with iron nails, wrapped around his palm and clenched into a fist.

In this way, the steel wire provides protection for the fists and palms, while the protruding iron spikes provide sharp killing power.

When they fought just now, his huge body, as strong as a bear, was agile and nimble, and his fists were like butterflies flying through flowers. If he hit, he would tear the flesh and break the bones. Now with this layer of iron thorns, the lethality has increased.

This move also proves Pi Jiuxiong's importance to Zhou You.

"Wake up and get an erection!"

Pi Jiuxiong was cautious and remained deaf. After all, if the disciple could do it, the master would certainly do it too. In order to guard against the Nine-tone Flute Arrow, he had to block out any external sounds.

A black wind flashed by, and Pi Jiuxiong's attack came towards him.

His boxing style was very unique, he charged forward with his entire body, and his fists were like bumps on a stone, adding icing on the cake.

Zhou You took a half step back, picked up the wooden stick and stirred it, his posture inevitably looking a little ugly.

Not only the wizard noticed it, many warriors also laughed in silence. In his hands, such a weapon had no power at all, just like chopsticks stirring noodle soup.

Chopsticks?

That’s right, Zhou You’s technique of stirring the wooden stick is exactly the same as that of using wooden chopsticks.

Only Pi Jiuxiong, who had experienced it personally, knew how painful this move was. The action that looked like throwing chopsticks actually hit his right ankle with no error, causing severe pain as if it was splitting.

The huge body lost balance in an instant, somersaulted on the spot, rolled five or six meters away, and stood up to pounce.

Zhou You held the wooden stick in his palm again. Everyone was familiar with this action. This was how ordinary people in the city closed their doors and locked the wooden doors before nightfall.

Tomenmen, this move is defensive.

Pi Jiuxiong's ferocious attack seemed as fierce as rain hitting lotus leaves, but it was all bounced away.

When he was exhausted, the wooden stick whizzed out and hit his right ankle again.

The sound of broken bones was heard, and Pi Jiuxiong's left foot was directly broken. He twitched his mouth in pain, and the totems on his face spun wildly, turning into a large ball of ink that flowed into the left half of his body and poured down to wrap the wound.

A magical scene happened. Under the totem, the broken ankle seemed to have returned to normal.

Pi Jiuxiong attacked again, and Zhou You responded by stretching the wooden stick straight forward, as if he was guarding the stove, watching the faint fire and using a blowstick to stir the ashes.

Boom!
The stick moved naturally, as if it was coming home, and the third blow hit Pi Jiuxiong's right ankle.

This time the totem could no longer wrap itself up, as if a ball of wool had been crushed and broken into countless threads. Since the bones had already been broken, the remaining flesh and skin could not withstand the impact and broke off directly.

Pi Jiuxiong watched his paw fly up, and a heart-wrenching pain penetrated into his heart.

The next moment, the wooden stick hit his left ear, and his head exploded like a watermelon. With a plop, the body fell on the ring, and there was silence for a long time.

After a moment, someone from Daqian Martial Arts School broke the silence, "The master won."

Yes, we won, but it was too easy.

The witnesses at the scene, if they had eyes, could see that Pi Jiuxiong was really fighting desperately, but Zhou You was nonchalant and unhurried, holding the stick as if strolling in the garden, three sticks broke his left foot, and one stick took his life. It was as if the enemy had just woken up and hadn't exerted any strength yet, and he fell down.

Strong enemy, powerful enemy!
In the witch tribe camp, countless eyes met, emotions such as caution and surprise intertwined in the air, and the atmosphere became solemn.

“It’s hard to imagine that outside of Wanxiu Mountain, there are still such powerful sticks.”

Zhou You's few blows with the stick seemed ordinary, but in fact, they took away all possible moves of Pi Jiuxiong. No matter how he attacked, dodged or defended, he was destined to be killed by having his feet broken or his head shot.

What is even more surprising is that while others try to turn the ordinary into the magical, Zhou You does the opposite, incorporating his exquisite stick techniques into his daily actions, making them murderous beneath the ordinary.

"This is a supreme weapon method that returns to its original simplicity and abandons some of the gimmicks."

Suddenly someone said, "The rumors are true, Zhou You is indeed the second Yanshan."

Imagine more deeply, this is just a bare wooden stick. If it is equipped with a gun tip, wouldn't the lethality be doubled?
"Let me do it. Zhou You deserves to die at the hands of Ming Qiu Niu."

When the warriors heard the surname Mingqiu, there were several exclamations.

It turns out that among the major surnames that have been passed down in the Wu clan, Mingqiu and Gaoyang are on par with each other, both of which are major surnames with ancestors who were Wu leaders.

Mingqiu Niu's status is probably on par with Gaoyang Ruoqiang who challenged Liu Fengji last time.

Ming Qiuniu was a clean-cut boy, with no trace of totem on his face or hands. He had a simple braid and wore fabric clothes.

After Zhou You saw him, he discovered that even though it was an uncivilized witch tribe, the more noble the witch was, the closer his clothing was to that of the people in the Central Plains.

Suddenly, Zhou You noticed a familiar mark on Ming Qiuniu’s left waist.

"He was born with the ability to write in seal script. Ming Qiu Niu is like Liu Fengji."

It seems that this is one of Mingqiu Niu's trump cards. He was born with a birthmark, which is one of the Nine Cauldron characters.

The Wu tribe also worships the Nine Cauldrons, considering them sacred objects. If a baby is born with a birthmark, they will regard it as a treasure.

What's more, wizards regard totems as their life. Men, women, old and young all use totems to decorate their faces and bodies. Therefore, wizards who are good at tattoos are highly respected and admired in the tribe.

Even so, wizards who are proficient in both tattoos and seal script are extremely rare, and the chance of a tattoo master being born is not high.

Well, the profession of tattoo artist in the witch clan is called... literary witch, on par with poison witch, poison witch, etc.

Generally speaking, these types of divisions are strategic resources and are the targets of protection for all tribes. Even when the witch tribe and the human race fought fiercely, similar professions were not seen on the battlefield.

"Hungry Tiger Zhouyou, you have the specialties of both Dayin Mountain and Wanxiu Mountain."

"It seems that my prediction was correct. Although you are not in the mountains, you are a genius cultivated by the sect."

"You may not know that Dayin Mountain and Wanxiu Mountain are now under siege by a large army and are no longer able to rescue you."

Ming Qiu drew out an antique bronze knife from his waist, "Come on!"

(End of this chapter)