Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

The resulting recoil force briefly lifted his body into the air.

Interestingly, even during those few seconds in the air, his hands remained firmly gripping the chair back, preventing it from separating from his body. In other words, he used only his core strength to dissipate the force and complete the entire movement of turning his body, using the chair, missing two legs, as a weapon, raising it with both hands and combining it with the weight of the fall, to smash it down on Zhu Kuilong!

"Good heavens..." Calaway stared in disbelief, the flask touching his beard, almost touching his mouth, but he forgot to drink it. His adjectives had even degenerated to the level of seeing a real "bastard".

Zhu Kuilong practiced Wild Goose Kung Fu, not Qigong. In other words, faced with such a devastating and unavoidable attack, he either had to dodge or take cover and withstand it. In this situation, with the opponent pressing down on him like Mount Tai, dodging was pointless; he only had one last option left.

Back to body.

Minimize the contact area with your body as much as possible, and use the only available cover nearby to withstand the attack.

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"Thump—!!"

The impact of the two objects is comparable to a meteorite hitting the Earth.

This is Angelo's mansion, and the furniture shouldn't be too bad. But even the finest furniture can't withstand the damage they've done. Coincidentally, after the smoke cleared, both of them were standing, and their chairs had been reduced to pieces in the violent collision.

……

"No wonder they were taught by the same master. One uses a chair as an offensive tool, and the other uses a chair as a defensive tool," Theon complained. "I can't break their moves."

"Honestly, Mr. Theon, what time is it for you to be making sarcastic remarks?" Little Mei craned her neck, anxiously muttering, "Both of their chairs are broken, so who's the winner?"

……

Mike glanced at the broken chair and sighed, "You two have ruined such fine white oak. Now how do we settle this? A tie?"

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"Ha..." Zhu Kuilong rarely laughed out loud, and shook his head, "I knew it, fighting with you is not something that can be settled in one game."

Zhang Renfeng, however, did not smile. Facing each other, he was under greater pressure. He kicked away the broken pieces of chair beneath his feet first. His hands, initially bound at his waist, were slowly pulled apart, as if tearing cotton, assuming a standard Three-Body Stance. The fact that someone as unconventional in his moves would adopt such an academically-inspired starting stance speaks volumes about the pressure his opponent exerted.

"Clang—!!"

In the next instant, Zhu Kuilong raised his right arm, flicked his sleeve, and the Fish Intestine Sword appeared out of thin air. The cold sword light struck his eyes, forming an arc of light.

"We didn't win either, relatively speaking..."

"Neither of us lost."

Chapter 265: The Human Body, Isn't It Amazing?

"when!"

The sword light drew a cold, slanted arc in the air, which Zhang Renfeng blocked with his elbow. His face remained tense, a result of the unconscious exertion of his muscles.

The sword's edge slashed at him several times, the cold light trailing through the air making onlookers mistake it for a whip—a long, thin, sharp whip that would whistle as it cut through the air. Zhang Renfeng constantly changed his posture, using relatively hard body parts like his elbows, knees, and outer walls to counter the attack, producing clanging sounds like metal striking metal.

Even so, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the blows, and the suit he had prepared for the banquet was chopped into tattered strips.

"I thought it was some kind of exaggerated analogy..." Calaway squinted, astonished. "It can actually be immune to damage from melee weapons? What's the principle behind that?"

"The human body, isn't it amazing?" Theon said seriously from the side.

"No...it shouldn't be like this." Xiaomei seemed very worried, her gaze never leaving the two of them. She murmured, "In the past, no matter how much I slashed, I couldn't make him back an inch. Even if the tip of the knife was against his throat, he could use the hardness of his body to force it away. But now...the situation is very bad."

"Are you sure he's human?" Calaway's tone was quite amusing, as if he were looking at a living alien. "Generally speaking, let alone stabbing him in the throat, you could just cut his intestines out by slicing his stomach horizontally with a dagger."

“It’s no use.” Mike shook his head. “I’ve tried before, it’s impossible to cut in.”

"Huh?" Calaway's smile widened. "Really? Can his body stop a bullet?"

"I haven't tried it, but from my observation, he often uses various means to suppress the enemy before they can fire their guns in battle."

Mike made a pouncing motion like a hungry tiger, "Quickly close the distance, and then use whatever you have. In his hands, even a pencil can become a weapon. Most enemies will be instantly killed at this stage because he moves so fast that they simply can't react."

"I've never seen a battle this tough before."

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Light as a goose.

Swift as a wild goose.

Agile as a wild goose.

The sword hovered briefly in the air, and the next moment, it blossomed like a flower in full bloom, releasing a dazzling display of sword light. What appeared to be a chaotic dance was actually a well-planned attack, each strike aimed at vital points, targeting Zhang Renfeng's wrists and ankles! He had no choice but to concentrate his entire body, clenching his fists tightly, using the backs of his hands, elbows, and outer arms to deflect each blow.

"Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!"

The sound of hammering never ceased.

After mastering the Qi Hardening Technique, he had received countless blows from weapons. But he had never seen such a dense and continuous barrage of slashes since setting foot on this foreign land.

Thrust, parry, slash, chop, sweep... countless movements combined together, completely different from the swordsmanship he remembered. It was more like the essence of different schools, thrown into this furnace called "Zhu Kuilong," forged into a masterpiece.

"It's a little better than I expected, but unfortunately, the old problems haven't been corrected..."

Zhu Kuilong sneered, "You only look at my sword, but not my hands."

Before he finished speaking, he pressed the hilt of the sword with two fingers. His long-term performance of ancient magic tricks had made his finger strength far superior to that of ordinary people. With just two fingers, he made the Fish Intestine Sword spin in the air, drawing an arc, and instantly slipped three inches from Zhang Renfeng's hand, piercing his neck precisely.

"?!"

The sword pierced the flesh.

The sword blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, pressed a shallow mark into the flesh.

"……top!"

Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth and braced himself against the force. With a "clang," his Adam's apple bobbed outward, forcefully deflecting the Fish Intestine Sword away.

The spectators were stunned, especially the bloodthirsty spectator Calaway, who already had an excited smile on his face, as if he had gotten his money's worth.

But what he didn't expect was that something even more exciting was yet to come.

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"drink--!!"

The Fish Gut Sword, which had just been unleashed, was firmly gripped in Zhu Kuilong's hand. He held it without any hesitation, bracing his thumb against the hilt and wielding it like a saber. Stepping into a T-stance, he used his waist and hips as a pivot, propelling the sword downward in a single, powerful strike! A crescent-shaped flash of sword light descended through the air, accompanied by his roar, moving with lightning speed towards Zhu Kuilong's unguarded shoulder and neck!

In an instant.

Zhu Kuilong's pupils dilated slightly.

He noticed that the moment the sword truly touched Zhang Renfeng, his pupils almost shrunk and became vacant, like a soulless puppet. It was precisely this state that allowed his body to completely relax, no longer tense and strained, using his internal energy to prepare for the strike.

"Boom-!!"

With his toes touching the ground, Zhang Renfeng did not leap, but instead performed a highly difficult "shrinking" movement in place.

Like an infant returning to its mother's womb, he curled up his arms and legs, hugging his body, and rolled downwards in the stance of the sword's downward strike. With extremely precise force, he caused the struck part to fall in sync with the sword's edge, and then, by rotating, perfectly neutralized the force of the strike!

Overwhelmed with emotion, Zhu Kuilong felt a surge of bittersweet feelings. He had thought he was past the age of being petty and calculating, but now it seemed that no matter how old one gets, one's mindset remains unchanged.

"In such a short time, not only a punch, but even the force of a slash can be dissipated... Hah..."

"I haven't felt that you're a genius in a long time, and now I do."

His response was a fierce cannonball strike delivered after he had regained his footing!

"boom---!!!"

He concentrated all his weight and strength into a single point and suddenly unleashed the Three-Body Hammer!

With a powerful thrust of his arm, he struck Zhu Kuilong squarely in the lungs, sending him staggering back several meters. Perhaps due to his mental setback, his control over his body had diminished, and he was unable to neutralize the force of the blow, leaving him in a state of stun.

Unlike him, Zhang Renfeng was not sentimental. Seeing the opportunity, he pressed forward again, quickly closing the distance. He raised his hand and used his palm to block Zhu Kuilong's right wrist holding the sword, causing him to pause. Then he gripped the hilt with his five fingers, seemingly about to snatch the Fish Intestine Sword from his hand.

"Wild horse leaps over the ravine—!!"

"Ah..." The chief shuddered from the shock. He remembered that Zhang Renfeng had used the same trick to test him when they first met.

With the same take-off angle and equally exaggerated hang time, Zhu Kuilong's movements were lighter and he jumped higher than Zhang Renfeng's. These three kicks were swift as knives, stabbing one after another at Zhang Renfeng's throat, forcibly kicking him away, but obviously not causing him a fatal injury. He only rolled once on the ground before he was able to dissipate the force and get up.

Thus, the first round of combat ended, with both sides having their own victories and defeats.

"call……"

Zhang Renfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, not daring to be careless in the slightest, and kept his eyes fixed on his opponent's movements. In this round of combat, he had been consistently suppressed by his senior brother's sword techniques and had unusually fallen into a disadvantageous position.

What he didn't know was that he had actually silently created a very strong defense barrier for his opponent, but the defense barrier was not physical, but mental.

"Hmph... Ha... Hahaha... No wonder Master favored you so much back then. Right now, across the sea, that madman is still eyeing you..."

Zhu Kuilong conjured a wine glass with his left hand, gently swirled it twice, and liquid appeared inside.

He poured the liquid along the tip of the sword onto the Fish Gut Sword, muttering, "Tell me, why did I have to be stuck with you in my life?"

He pressed his palm against the sword and suddenly slashed!

"boom---!!!"

The Fish Intestine Sword was lit, the flames blazing and illuminating Zhu Kuilong's face, making his expression slightly distorted.

He twirled his sword with a fiery tail, a style that was incredibly fashionable, and laughed, "Let's continue, junior brother..."

"Look at this move, how are you going to neutralize its force?!"

Chapter 266: This man is even more like the Lu Zhishen of the West.

"Thump—!!"

The wooden wall was smashed open with brute force, and Zhang Renfeng jumped out of it somewhat disheveled.

There wasn't even time to roll over; he relied entirely on the rigidity of his body to fall directly from the second floor, landing solidly on the ground with a thud.

The reason is simple: Zhu Kuilong is like a teacher who keeps throwing out new questions, and he can't solve the latest one, so he can only run away.

The ability to neutralize the force of punches and kicks is now fully applicable in actual combat.

While Zhang Renfeng was fighting, Zhu Kuilong threw a short punch with a spiraling force. Zhang Renfeng adjusted his arm and shifted his power, dissipating most of the force and avoiding internal injuries like last time.

Of course, this level of progress was tacitly agreed upon by both parties, and Zhu Kuilong wasn't particularly surprised. He knew his junior brother had unlimited potential, and a few days was enough for him to learn the basics of a new technology.

However, the way the force of the slash was neutralized was completely unexpected.

This is potential forced out by dire circumstances. Although he can't yet use it with complete ease, once he's mastered it, he'll master it again and again. A true genius, once he's successfully used it two or three times, will become incredibly proficient in the technique. Simple sword moves will only pose less and less of a threat to him over time.

Left with no other choice, Zhu Kuilong presented this brand-new test: You can eliminate the slash, but can you eliminate the flame?

"Where to go!"

Zhu Kuilong brandished his Fish Gut Sword, hurling a fireball through the air like a long-range catapult, closely following Zhang Renfeng's movements. He charged forward fiercely amidst the leaping flames, running wildly. Fortunately, the courtyard was open and lush with vegetation, requiring little thought, and he quickly found a suitable weapon.

A tree that can be encircled by one person, with just the right thickness and weight.

"……Oops!"

A flood of "wonderful" memories rushed through Zhu Kuilong's mind, his expression changed drastically, and he leaped out of the opening Zhang Renfeng had created, following suit. However, at the same time, Zhang Renfeng had already wrapped his arms around the surface of the birch tree, lowered his waist, and assumed a deep horse stance. He let out a furious roar, his legs pushing off the ground, almost completely sinking half of his legs into the mud.

……

"My God! Is this really true?"

Calaway had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he was so engrossed in watching that he didn't light it until his saliva soaked it. He took out a bottle of snake oil and rubbed it on his temples, using the pungent smell to invigorate himself.

Maintaining dynamic vision for extended periods while shooting is undoubtedly tiring, but Callaway didn't care. He wanted to minimize blinking; he didn't want to miss a single second of such a thrilling duel.

"boom----"

Upon hearing the loud noise, Zhu Kuilong knew something was wrong, but it was too late.

Uproot it completely.

Tree roots and soil flew out, and he managed to grab the giant tree, which looked to be at least six meters tall, with one hand and swing it around!

"ah----!!!"

Zhang Renfeng's muscles bulged instantly, his blood surged, his eyes widened in fury, and veins popped out on his forehead. His entire body seemed to swell, resembling a bronze sculpture with incredibly sharp lines and contours. With his feet firmly planted on the ground and the sky above, Zhang Renfeng swung the giant log with both hands, using it as a weapon, spinning it around with a sharp, whistling sound, aiming it at Zhu Kuilong's head!

A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.

In some northern martial arts sects, a weapon called the "Slaying Blade" was created. It resembled a large guillotine and was the complete opposite of the small and agile Mandarin Duck Axe. The Slaying Blade was heavy and thick, requiring both hands to wield, but the power of each strike was extremely deadly.

Once the blade strikes, as long as it lands solidly, those light weapons simply cannot block it; this is the advantage brought by weight.

And the weight of this solid log is far beyond what ordinary weapons can match.

If it weren't for a monster like Zhang Renfeng, who possesses superhuman strength, most people wouldn't even consider him a "weapon."