Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

How can it be compared to a "battle"?

Such confusion flashed through the stranger's mind, but when the opponent's sword thrust forward, this fully automatic swordsmanship machine, based on its ingrained instincts, automatically launched a counterattack. Even with his talent, his study of the Six Swords had only reached the first three, so naturally he could only repeat the moves from before.

This time, however, Qasim's response appeared much more composed.

Just as he was hesitating, a golden, lightning-like light suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision and headed straight for his side of the neck.

"broken!"

The stranger was startled, but his movements remained perfectly fluid. He had practiced dual-wielding swordsmanship diligently, precisely for situations like this where he could fight multiple opponents. He swiftly twirled his sword, preparing to attack from both sides to meet his approaching new adversary—who, judging from his speed, was no pushover either.

In the blink of an eye, those emerald eyes were almost right in front of him.

The wolf remained expressionless.

He simply waved his arms, clasped his hands together firmly in front of him, and clapped them once.

"Snapped!!"

……

……

……

The stranger's pupils dilated slightly; this was the most instinctive reaction to a voice that was so close yet so sudden.

He was accustomed to thrusting, slashing, chopping, swinging, hacking... His daily training had turned him into a ruthless killing machine. Whatever the enemy did, he would anticipate and retaliate with the corresponding action. However, when the enemy in front of him suddenly made a meaningless move, the stranger was momentarily stunned. He took a moment to think about what the wolf was doing.

The remaining bit of attention was drawn to Qasim, who was standing not far away, ready to strike.

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"Woo..."

Alana gritted her teeth and, with her right hand whose fingers had been broken, endured the pain and, after several attempts, finally managed to pull a revolver out of her belt.

Press it to the ground and push it hard!

The gun spun and slid into Mike's hand. He gritted his teeth, straightened up, and used his only remaining left hand to pull the trigger.

……

"boom!!!"

A bullet struck from behind, piercing the stranger's skull.

Blood splattered.

The two-handed sword, which had killed countless people, clattered to the ground.

……

"Phew..." Mike let out a long breath, lay back down, released the gun from his hand, and muttered, "Such a monster, one shot to the head and he's gone..."

"Indeed, this thing is the most terrifying."

Chapter 863: You're all less than human.

"Hiss...ah..."

Ren, having somehow acquired a wooden stick, used it as a crutch. His face was ashen, and he appeared in everyone's sight, limping.

He had been stabbed in the right kidney, and it was only simply bandaged. He didn't dare to walk too fast. Seeing that everyone else was also badly injured and half-dead, they looked at each other and could only offer bitter smiles.

"Still alive?"

“Hmm, still alive…” Ren immediately noticed the dazzling white robe and was surprised. “Qasim? You’re still alive too?”

"What a pity." Kasim sheathed his longsword and, with his characteristic dry humor, gave Ren a greeting. "He still didn't manage to die."

"What are your plans next? Will you go and help him?"

Qasim didn't explicitly state who "he" referred to, but somehow everyone understood. Looking at each other, they saw that some were injured, others crippled, and basically had no fighting ability left. Only Qasim and the wolf remained who could still fight, so when he asked that question, he was actually addressing the wolf.

"..."

The blonde girl remained silent for a moment, pursed her lips, furrowed her brows slightly, and finally shook her head.

Of the people present, besides her, the captain's three old subordinates had also fought against Lu Aniu. But only she truly understood the vast difference in strength between the two sides. Rashly getting involved wouldn't alleviate Zhang Renfeng's worries; instead, it would only create more trouble. This was a consensus they had reached before the raid on Oak City. Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals—Zhang Renfeng always personally tackled the toughest challenges.

"With our skill level, even if we went, we wouldn't be of much help. We might as well do what we can, like cleaning up the battlefield."

“Qasim and I came in from outside the city. From what we’ve seen along the way, your soldiers have gained the upper hand. But there are still some stubborn enemies gathered inside the buildings, with heavy firepower, making it difficult to break through for the time being. We can infiltrate and take care of these guys!”

"He's been through countless trials and tribulations, and he's still fine. Good people are always protected by heaven; he's even recently mastered the Lesser Formless Skill..."

"Do not worry about it."

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"Boom--!"

A powerful punch that broke the sound barrier pierced Zhang Renfeng's midline and slammed into his face, snapping his nose with a crack and leaving it crooked to one side.

Blood gushed from his nose like beads from a broken string, sending his massive frame flying backward. He crashed into the wall with a thud. The concrete wall was dented by the force, cracks spreading out in all directions like a spiderweb.

"ah-----!!!"

With his hair disheveled, Lu Aniu had completely lost his air of superiority, his eyes wide with fury, and he let out a scream that was not quite human.

Normally, his voice, supported by a deep inner strength, is deep and magnetic—the kind of reliable masculine voice. But when he activates the internal energy cultivation method of the Sunflower Manual, his true nature as a rootless person is revealed once again. His voice becomes drawn out, harsh, and unpleasant, like someone scratching a piece of glass with their fingernails.

Since the beginning, all his attacks have lost all discernible pattern; fists, feet, and footwork have all vanished. But Zhang Renfeng could sense that the current situation was somewhat different from his berserk state: he was being driven by savagery, but Lu Aniu's eyes were still filled with incredibly strong human emotions.

hatred.

And madness.

"Thump—!!"

With a light touch of his toes, he used his body as a cannonball, slamming into Zhang Renfeng in the waist. The wall behind him shattered instantly, like a toy made of foam cardboard. The nearly three-meter-tall man was caught by Lu Aniu around the waist and pushed out of the house.

"Such... strength..."

Being formless and expressionless does not mean that Zhang Renfeng has become an emotionless ice man; he will still be shocked by things that are shocking.

He had always been confident in his horse stance. Not only did he possess the fundamental skills he'd honed since childhood, but before being selected as the martial arts champion, he had already fought against top masters across the land for five years. His horse stance was already firmly rooted, immovable as a mountain. Combined with his exceptional external martial arts skills, he had never encountered a situation like this before!

In terms of height, I should clearly have the advantage.

But Lu Aniu's arms, like the tusks of a wild boar, arched and completely encircled his waist. He tried to steady himself, but was almost lifted up by the waist. The two of them crashed through countless walls and windows, and all sorts of broken debris rained down on them.

Sunflower Manual, Sunflower Manual!

Only at this moment did Zhang Renfeng truly understand that his initial thoughts were simplistic: he was a genius, but Lu Aniu was also a genius. Both were geniuses, and Lu Aniu possessed the Turtle Breathing Technique taught by his master, and spoke of himself as an elder, seemingly living hundreds of years longer than him.

It's not that easy.

"drink----!!!"

A roar.

Instead, it was Zhang Renfeng, who appeared more robust, who used the opponent's momentum against them. Taking advantage of Lu Aniu's forward momentum, he grabbed his arm, spun around lightly, and delivered a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him hard into a building by the roadside.

"Thump—!!"

As if struck out of thin air, a corner of the building collapsed instantly, with fragments of tables and chairs flying out and scattering on the ground.

"Ha ha……"

Zhang Renfeng finally got a moment to catch his breath. While resting, he quickly raised his right palm. With the edge of his palm against the broken bridge of his nose, he gritted his teeth and pushed hard!

"Click!"

A piercing pain shot through Zhang Renfeng, who looked pained and gasped for breath, finally managing to straighten his nose. At the same time, he noticed several terrified faces peeking out from the corners of the streets and alleys, looking in their direction.

The bullet holes and ruins nearby also indicate that this place was just a battlefield.

However, the fighting between Lu Aniu and Zhang Renfeng was so massive that it spread from the Paladin Palace in the center of Oak City all the way to the outermost war zone. Even most of the soldiers under Meteora's command had only heard of Zhang Renfeng's reputation; this was the first time they had actually seen him in person.

Given their destructive power, if these two were in America in 1879, after a round of fighting, basically no one would consider them human.

The fierce battle that had been raging on the battlefield came to a complete halt. The soldiers on both sides, filled with fear and a touch of curiosity, tacitly agreed to cease fire.

Human beings' worship of great power is almost ingrained in their genes.

At this time, Zhang Renfeng was over three meters tall, and his clothes were already torn due to his bulging muscles.

His entire body was as if cast from a single piece of solid iron, with strong and powerful muscle lines.

He stood tall, his black hair fluttering even without wind. As he circulated the Luo Mo internal energy, white steam, like ribbons of feathers, swirled around his body.

Even enemies from opposing sides looked at Zhang Renfeng with the same reverence and fear as if they were seeing a god.

……

A huge rock roared out of the ruins and hurtled straight toward Zhang Renfeng!

Chapter 864: I am you

Zhang Renfeng neither dodged nor evaded, but instead used the internal force of the Lesser Formless Skill to turn around and smash the oncoming boulder to pieces with a single palm strike.

Behind the stones that flew out like raindrops, Lu Aniu's hideous and terrifying smiling face appeared.

It was as if all his expressions had been stripped away, leaving only this grin that stretched almost to his ears. After all, he was much smaller than Zhang Renfeng, and using the boulder as cover, he pounced. Although Zhang Renfeng had already realized something was wrong, he had no strength left to dodge.

The seemingly slender legs slowly bent in the air, and in the instant of the kick, they released a force comparable to a bomb!

"boom------!!"

The supersonic force exploded on Zhang Renfeng, but this head-on collision did not knock him back very far.

After a powerful push, Lu Aniu performed a somersault in mid-air, landing precisely and gracefully on the ground.

His appearance was vastly different from that of the imposing Zhang Renfeng. Although he was also muscular, his flowing silver hair, manic posture, and terrifying smile, which resembled the reincarnation of a clown, left everyone feeling utterly horrified.

Even the soldiers he himself had transferred were terrified when they saw that smile. They all turned their faces away, afraid that if they met his eyes, he would go berserk and devour them alive.

Zhang Renfeng sighed inwardly.

He wasn't a tireless monster. If he were just clearing out mobs and fighting his way through the ranks, he could probably go on for hours without getting tired. But right now, he was facing off against a master of similar skill, instantly increasing the difficulty and intensity of the contest by dozens of times.

Every action requires careful consideration, and there is no room for distraction.

Over time, he became so exhausted that he had no energy left to spare.

but……

On this point, I imagine the other party feels the same way.

Whoever can persevere and endure more will win the final victory!

Facing the figure rushing towards him, Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth, swung his fist, and took the initiative to meet it.

"Thump th ...

There are no special moves.

There are no tricks.

No tricks.

Yes, it was just two monsters, their eyes bloodshot and driven to rage, engaging in a cathartic brawl using pure physical strength.

Just like the second half of a boxing match, after the third and fourth stages, Zhang Renfeng and Lu Aniu had no intention of defending anymore.

Offense is the best defense; they poured all the power they could muster into their bodies onto their opponents.

One gritted his teeth and persevered, while the other roared with laughter, their fists and feet striking each other so fast they were almost invisible. To the onlookers, the two punches and kicks were merely afterimages, accompanied by terrifying sonic booms.

With each blow, blood splattered everywhere, and only those streaks of bright red could barely prove that the two people beating each other were still human.

"Thump—!!"

After exchanging hundreds of blows, they swung their fists at each other's faces in almost identical trajectories.

While there may be countless techniques in the world, the human body structure remains largely the same. No matter how gifted one may be, it's unlikely to grow three heads and six arms. This means that the methods of attacking others with limbs are actually quite similar.

After using up all the available techniques, the two began to stiffen and become rudimentary in their movements.

Ultimately, Zhang Renfeng's wingspan was still longer, which gave him a slight advantage in this situation.

His fist struck Lu Aniu before Lu's could react.