Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Zhang Renfeng stretched his shoulders and neck, his calm eyes seemingly filled with immense anger. "Under your protection, the Illuminati has grown stronger day by day, sucking the blood and flesh of countless ordinary people... Look at this city, built entirely for selfish desires, with extravagant construction projects, how wasteful!"

"You say I broke my oath, but what about you? You used the martial arts your master taught you to do so many heinous and unforgivable things, killing so many innocent people. How do you account for that?"

As Zhang Renfeng spoke, his anger surged, and he almost pointed at Zhang Renfeng's nose, angrily rebuking him, "Leaving aside the evil you have done... on this land, you actually opened a school and taught students, imparting the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to them!"

"Your godson and goddaughter have acquired martial arts skills, but they have no virtue whatsoever. Relying on the remaining power of the Prajna Skill, they have committed evil deeds in various places and killed countless people. Can you even count all these crimes when you add them all up?"

"I kill you today to cleanse my sect for my master! Even a hundred years from now, when I'm in the underworld, I'll still have something to say!"

……

"Ha... 'Cleansing the house,' huh? You really are his good disciple..."

Lu Aniu was not angered by these righteous and awe-inspiring words of condemnation. Instead, he flicked his finger and the sword blade, producing a clear and melodious sword sound.

"There's no point in saying more."

"Take this!"

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This time, what really came was a sword.

Lu Aniu unleashed the third of his six sword techniques, unleashing nine hundred and ninety-nine moves like a torrential downpour, fiercely attacking Zhang Renfeng. But then, a silver snake danced wildly; this impenetrable hemisphere coiled around Zhang Renfeng once more, swallowing him whole with every breath, each move aimed straight for his vitals!

……

"?!"

Halfway through the sword move, Lu Aniu's pupils widened instantly.

Zhang Renfeng did not dodge; instead, he proactively met the attack with his right fist.

why? !

Why...why would he rather take this sword strike?

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; by the time Lu Aniu reacted, it was too late.

Over the past two hundred years, he has mastered numerous martial arts techniques to a high degree of proficiency. His reliance on these techniques has gradually robbed him of his wisdom in combat. When you have so many skills that you can execute combos simply by mashing the keyboard, you certainly won't bother to research how to defeat your opponent more effectively.

"laugh---!!!"

The sword blade cut straight into his fist, almost splitting his hand in two.

Severe pain came.

Zhang Renfeng's expression changed slightly; his brows furrowed, and veins bulged. At that moment, he tensed his muscles, using his powerful body to withstand the force of the slash. At the same time, he used one of his arms to "lock" the sword inside his own body.

……

"Your sword, even faster..."

"There's only one!"

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Rotation.

Twist your waist.

Swing your arms!

The remaining arm, clenched into a fist, swung through the air. With the support of the bones and muscles throughout his body, it was imbued with the kinetic energy of a sudden storm from a moment of stillness! In that brief blur, it was as if the arm had temporarily disappeared from Zhang Renfeng's body.

Following closely behind was a terrifying sonic boom that swept across the sky!

"boom-------!!!!"

The sonic boom fist, personally performed by Zhang Renfeng, is a level above the wolf in terms of speed and power. This is one of the techniques he developed after mastering the Rama Kung Fu.

With a single punch, swift as lightning and fierce as a shooting star, he instantly shattered Lu Aniu's jaw and sent him flying a second time!

Chapter 857: The Formless Form

"Oh...ah..."

The excruciating pain instantly brought Lu Aniu back to his senses. He instinctively clutched his jaw, which had been smashed by a punch. The bone wasn't completely broken, but it was dislocated.

He pressed on the dislocated joint, and with a snap, enduring the pain, forcefully pried it back into place. A few teeth were pulled out from the bloody foam that spurted out. Even his mouth and tongue were injured by the force of the punch, spurting blood.

Before he could even feel the pain, the surprise in Lu Aniu's eyes overshadowed all other emotions.

"You... you actually broke through the Six Swords..."

……

"hiss……"

White steam was rising from Zhang Renfeng's right arm. The wound from taking the sword blow had healed itself in the instant he circulated his Luo Mo internal energy.

With the Lesser Formless Skill as his foundation, his internal energy was formless and shapeless, yet exceptionally profound, leaving not even a single scar. At least on the surface, Zhang Renfeng was not injured in the slightest, not even a single hair was lost.

He found the optimal solution.

The six swords are indeed exceptionally fierce; there is no point in simply defending.

Even if you train yourself into a thousand-year-old tortoise and shrink into its shell, someone with 999 swords can still rip off your shell and pluck out the flesh inside. The truly reasonable approach is like Zhang Renfeng, exchanging injury for injury, and with the Luo Mo Gong as his foundation, it's a sure-fire way to make money.

At this point, Lu Aniu felt the pressure—this was no longer an opponent he could easily deal with.

“I remember back in the chapel, you seemed to say that… you only showed me 90% of your strength, in other words, you were holding back against me back then.”

Zhang Renfeng stepped forward slowly and said in a deep voice, "Now, it's time to show your full strength."

"Hmph... just wait until that time comes..."

"It's never too late to do it!"

"Thump—!!"

He leaped from the ground, his sword flashing like moonlight, aimed straight for Zhang Renfeng's neck!

Zhang Renfeng gazed at him calmly.

……

"??!"

In that instant of breathing, for the first time, Lu Aniu's sword was tinged with confusion—his opponent's figure seemed to suddenly grow taller and larger, as large as a small mountain! He had originally intended to slash at Zhang Renfeng's neck, but when the sword struck, what met him was a huge, half-open hand, as thick and tough as obsidian!

"Snapped!"

Disarm a blade barehanded!

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Renfeng's body underwent a dramatic transformation, his muscles bulging out like a small mountain, reaching a height of three meters!

His inner energy was incredibly abundant, causing his hair to stand upright and flutter, making him look majestic!

With such a robust physique, every muscle in his body is brimming with powerful explosive force and incredibly strong elasticity.

Lu Aniu had witnessed this state in a previous battle, but back then, his eyes were filled with anger and savagery; he fought wildly and recklessly, attacking purely on instinct, like a mad beast. Facing him would be more difficult, but not insurmountable.

But now...

Zhang Renfeng had a significant height advantage. When he looked down at him, the calmness and indifference in his eyes were enough to show that he was still himself.

"You..." Lu Aniu was astonished, "How did you do that?!"

"My mind is as still as water." Zhang Renfeng told him without any hesitation, "From now on, my heart and body belong entirely to myself, and I will no longer be swayed by external things."

"I...I can be quiet when I want to be quiet, and I can be angry when I want to be angry!"

Along with the secret technique came a fist the size of a sandbag, which landed on his lower abdomen with lightning speed. Because it came so fast, if an ordinary person were watching, it would appear from their perspective to be just a light "peck".

"boom------!!!"

Lu Aniu was sent flying again, rolling and crashing on the ground. It could be said that the blows he had inflicted on Zhang Renfeng during the battle in the chapel that day were essentially returned to him that very night. He smashed through countless building walls, bricks, clods of earth, planks, glass... he scrambled through all sorts of building materials, finally managing to dissipate the force and come to a stop.

……

"cough……"

He clutched the spot where he had been struck in the fist, flipped the stone off his body, shook off the dust from his forehead, bent over, coughed up a pool of blood, and then began to use his internal energy to heal his injury.

While Shenzhaogong is good, in terms of therapeutic effects, it is ultimately not as immediate as Luomogong.

Instead of charging ahead recklessly like before, Zhang Renfeng took steps and walked towards him.

Amidst the smoke and dust, his unusually tall and imposing figure, along with the heavy yet unhurried footsteps, exuded an inhuman terror. Had Lu Aniu not lived long enough, anyone else here would have been terrified to death just by seeing that shadow.

"After teaching a traitor like you, the master was filled with regret, and the subsequent disciples changed their teaching methods."

"During the duel that day, you kept saying, 'Master didn't teach you everything he knew,' and you sounded quite smug. You only took advantage of being his first disciple, and you even thought you had received Master's true teachings..."

"Big mistake."

"Hmph... brat... when I became your disciple, your grandfather wasn't even born yet!" Lu Aniu gritted his teeth, his voice tinged with anger. "Aside from the Rama Technique, which of my martial arts skills isn't top-notch in this era!"

"It is indeed top-notch in the contemporary field, no doubt about it, but you have overlooked one point."

"Martial arts, like people, are constantly improving. You are a genius, but isn't your master one too?"

"Over the past two hundred years, my master has painstakingly researched and developed a brand-new martial arts system, namely, the art of dissipating force. If one can cultivate the art of dissipating force to its ultimate level, achieving a state of no form in the mind and the dissipation of all things, one can comprehend the [Minor Formless Skill]."

"But this time, Master no longer taught us martial arts step by step. He only taught us the basics of dissipating energy, letting us learn through trial and error. Only the martial arts we discover ourselves will be truly cherished."

Amidst the smoke and dust, Zhang Renfeng's figure slowly emerged.

His condescending gaze even carried a hint of pity.

"I can tell you all the secrets of the Lesser Formless Skill, but even if you live for another two or four hundred years, you still won't be able to learn it."

"The formless form, the appearanceless appearance. And you... what you are attached to are only some worldly things. Power, fame, money, status... and these godson and goddaughter, their worship, admiration and respect for you. You practice martial arts only to pursue these things."

"You're too attached to appearances."

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……

"crunch..."

Lu Aniu clenched his teeth so tightly that he almost crushed them!

His expression was no longer calm; his brows furrowed, and he finally revealed the expression of a mortal—a sinister, angry, and endless hatred!

Chapter 858: It's still about the knife.

"You keep using the term 'formless' all the time... You're just trying to say that my martial spirit isn't as pure as yours, that it's not pure enough, is that what you mean?"

Lu Aniu said coldly, "But is the 'purity' you mentioned really useful?"

"I've heard a little about you, Zhang Renfeng... Hehe... You were the top military scholar in the first year of the Guangxu Emperor's reign, weren't you?"

For some reason, when he mentioned the words "Martial Arts Champion," Lu Aniu's tone suddenly changed, and he fell from the mindset of a peerless master, shattering into pieces.

Zhang Renfeng keenly sensed something amiss. In his mind, since he was his master's eldest disciple and had mastered over thirty unparalleled martial arts techniques, he should have been a legendary figure in the martial arts world at the time, if not the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Logically speaking, such legendary figures and so-called court officials should not get along well.

Why would he have such strange feelings towards this official position?

Before he could figure it out, Lu Aniu spoke again, his head tilted to the side, his eyes flashing with fierce lightning.

"I don't know where you got in from, but you managed to perform before the Emperor... The young Emperor was quite pleased with you, seeing you wielding a broadsword, lifting stone weights, and even performing a set of Taizu Long Fist. Do you know what a martial arts champion is? A third-rank official! From this moment on, you've entered the officialdom, but you have absolutely no idea how to be an official!"

"You're clueless about how to be an official. Before you even took office, you'd already offended a whole bunch of your colleagues. After you became an official, you were ordered to suppress the bandits, but you caused a mutiny and committed a terrible crime, killing the Governor-General of Liangjiang. You were wanted nationwide, facing countless dangers, and barely managed to escape... Heh... Heh heh..."

At this point, Lu Aniu laughed for no apparent reason.

His smile was filled with incredibly complex emotions, making Zhang Renfeng unable to fathom it and increasingly feel that this person was unpredictable.

Also.

The tortoise breathing technique prolongs life. Judging from what he said, he has lived for more than two hundred years. His temperament must have changed drastically and cannot be judged by ordinary standards.

"You crossed oceans and traversed half the world to arrive in this country. Since then, one disaster after another has struck. Could it be that you survived in this discriminatory country by relying on some kind of bullshit 'Formless' technique?"

He raised his longsword high, its blade gleaming, just like his heart—cold, hard, and radiating a chilling light.

"I have lived for so long and seen so much, from ancient times to the present, from China to the world, all those history books and pamphlets are actually talking about the same thing."

"About the knife."