Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Its name is the [Seventy-Two Styles of Evil-Repelling Swordplay]. It's a martial art derived from the [Sunflower Manual]. Some say it's the second half of the Sunflower Manual, with men practicing internal energy and women practicing swordsmanship... Hmph... Hahaha, hahahahahaha—!!!"

His laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes widened to their maximum, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I hate it so much."

"I hate that I'm a eunuch, I hate... this androgynous voice... I hate that I've never grown a beard..."

"I just want to be a normal man. Tell me, is that too much to ask? Is that too much to ask?"

"Look at me now! My strongest martial arts are those of a eunuch... My strongest swordsmanship is that of a eunuch! Hahahaha—is there anything more ridiculous than this?!"

As he laughed, Lu Aniu's expression changed again.

Tragic.

pain.

anger.

despair.

Numerous emotions flashed across this aged face, eventually merging together to form an expression that was neither crying nor laughing.

The Sunflower Manual is a top-tier internal skill; the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique is a top-tier external skill.

Furthermore, this body, having practiced numerous martial arts, possesses abundant internal energy, with its eight extraordinary meridians and the Ren and Du meridians fully open, and its components perfectly compatible with both internal and external martial arts techniques, is rootless. Coupled with the most intense and vivid lust.

Lu Aniu's true final form was revealed.

"Thump—!!!"

With a light leap, Lu Aniu rose dozens of meters high, slightly raising his long sword. Because his movements were so light, it seemed as if he had briefly stepped into the air.

The sword light was sharp and cold, its chill penetrating to the bone!

"Further words are useless, Zhang Renfeng..."

"Take this!"

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"boom-----!!!"

Words cannot describe the sheer spectacle of what I saw in that instant, but one thing was clear:

There's no way to escape by slithering around like a snake or leaping like a fox.

It's more like a flower, an elegant and beautiful flower, yet exuding a chilling aura, blooming on the ground.

Before Zhang Renfeng could even understand what was happening, he was struck by dozens of swords. The seventy-two sword techniques were unprecedentedly bizarre, with angles that were simply unbelievable. Even though he was exceptionally gifted in martial arts and could be considered a top student, he was still far from being able to learn without a teacher.

The first time you see it, you're bound to suffer a great loss.

He tried to use the harder parts of his body—his elbows, knees, and heels—to "bump" the sword away and change its force.

But in most cases, he failed. The sword shadows tightened around him like a noose. He could only see the passing sword blades, but the person wielding the sword seemed to have vanished without a trace, leaving no mark in his sight.

Zhang Renfeng lived in the late Qing Dynasty. The "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique" had long since become a legend in the martial arts world—a completely outdated one. Few people even mentioned it, let alone saw it; it was utterly obsolete. He never imagined that one day he would actually have a direct confrontation with a monster who could wield such a sword technique.

In the past, he might have felt good about it.

But being in it... he felt as if he wasn't fighting against a single person, but rather against a well-trained and perfectly coordinated formation.

The attack could come from any direction, the sword energy sharp and fierce. He desperately tried to unleash the Rama Kung Fu, but his self-healing speed couldn't keep up with the speed at which the opponent inflicted wounds. Blood splattered everywhere. With this amount of blood loss, an ordinary person would have already been finely chopped into mincemeat, their bones separated.

Only he could hold out for a few rounds.

"Well……"

It's black in front of you.

This is a precursor to excessive blood loss.

An ominous premonition that he was about to become a punching bag and be hacked to death filled his mind.

He protected his lungs, secretly channeled his energy, and gathered his remaining strength into his dantian.

"In the past two hundred years, besides my master, you are the first person to have driven me to such a sorry state!"

As Lu Aniu chopped away, he ran at top speed, his voice coming from all directions as if he were speaking through a surround sound system.

"Die!!"

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Between the swords, Zhang Renfeng took a deep breath!

Chapter 867: The Very Last

"ah------------!!!!!!"

Before the final sword strike, Zhang Renfeng channeled all his energy, his eyes wide with rage, and unleashed a furious roar.

Compared to internal martial arts, which require knowledge of the flow of internal energy, external martial arts are easier to imitate.

The wolf temporarily fooled the stranger with a clap of its hands, and Zhang Renfeng's actions were essentially the same. Only, the commotion was much greater, the sound waves extending over a hundred meters, shattering surrounding glass, scattering dust, and even sending roadside pebbles bouncing!

The assassin with the afro used this tactic on the night Tao was assassinated.

Although Zhang Renfeng hadn't witnessed it firsthand, he had pieced together a large part of it from the wolf's subsequent descriptions. At this moment, relying on his Lesser Formless Skill, he tried his best to recreate the Lion's Roar. However, due to his lack of mastery of the technique and working in isolation, he only achieved a 60-70% accurate representation.

It's enough to break the deadlock.

A sudden, loud noise that comes from very close range will trigger the body's warning mechanism, causing the body to tense up instinctively. If one has profound internal strength and stores it in the Lion's Roar technique, a single roar is enough to terrify an ordinary person, and they may even need to circulate their internal strength to counteract the intimidating effect.

With Lu Aniu's internal strength, he naturally wouldn't be able to be captured.

But at this moment, he is moving at high speed; if he stops for even a second…

That's enough!

"Coo coo—!!"

"Coo coo—!!"

Zhang Renfeng took a deep breath, his cheeks bulging unnaturally. His already imposing physique swelled even more, making him look like a steel balloon. The muscles in his calves expanded further, easily tearing the already stretched trouser legs apart.

His pupils reflected Lu Aniu's image.

"Thump—!!!"

With a powerful leap, he pounced forward like a beast unleashed from its cage. His still-healing wounds reopened, spurting out a stream of blood. He didn't let go of this one in a million chance opportunity he had created; almost the instant he took his first step, he was in front of Lu Aniu.

He spread his arms to meet his longsword.

"laugh--"

The sword light pierced through his body.

"what--!!!"

Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth until they bled, his eyes blazing with fury. Far from resisting, he tensed his muscles again, locking the sword firmly within his body. He abruptly brought his arms together, snapping them shut and encircling Lu Aniu tightly.

He tightened his arms, pressing down on Lu Aniu's back and lumbar spine.

"Click... click..."

The sound of bones cracking came from inside his body.

"Ugh... Ahh ...

Lu Aniu, his eyes bloodshot with rage, swung his elbow backhand, striking Zhang Renfeng in the temple. With a loud thud, Zhang Renfeng was struck on the head; his brow slit immediately, blood streaming down and covering one eye. But he only staggered slightly; his arms, as if cast in bronze and iron, remained as firm as ever, still tightly gripping Zhang Renfeng.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

A smile appeared on his ghostly face.

"There's no sword..."

"Your seventy-two sword techniques are therefore... meaningless..."

Almost instantly, Lu Aniu guessed what he was going to do, and his face immediately showed astonishment, "You..."

"Thump—!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a strong sensation of liftoff interrupted Lu Aniu's thoughts.

He hadn't expected that Zhang Renfeng's bent legs could still possess such explosive power, even with a sword still embedded in his body. The two of them leaped a hundred meters into the air like shooting stars, the city and buildings below suddenly receding from view, becoming small and insignificant.

This move was originally used on him, but now he is using it on himself!

"Not only these external martial arts, but even my Toad Style... it actually..."

The wind stung his face.

As he rose into the air, Lu Aniu suddenly felt a wave of fatigue. He had been frantically pushing his mental and physical techniques, but his mental strength was already exhausted. While fighting, he didn't feel tired, but once he stopped, this feeling of powerlessness, like a warm current, made his limbs and bones feel extremely weary.

Is the other party planning to use this tactic to take me down with them?

……

"No...no, no! No—!!"

After reaching the highest point, the impact of the fall brought him back to earth!

"No----!!"

He screamed and pulled with all his might, ripping the longsword out of Zhang Renfeng's body, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

"what!!"

Zhang Renfeng cried out in pain, but relying on his youth and strength, he dodged the blow. He grabbed Lu Aniu's wrist with one hand and his throat with the other. The two lost speed in the air and became entangled, spinning rapidly. They felt the world turning upside down every second, losing all sense of direction, and plummeted straight down!

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

It was like a shooting star falling to earth.

Without any warning, Zhang Renfeng and Lu Aniu were thrown straight into the stands of the arena.

The immense impact ripped the seats, which were originally nailed to the ground, off row by row. Shattered floor tiles and stones rained down like raindrops.

Amidst the billowing dust, the two figures tumbled down the steps from the highest stands, all the way to the center of the arena.

To allow the gladiators to perform at their best, a layer of soft sand was laid out here. For them, this was perhaps the only good news.

……

……

……

Dust filled the sky.

Amidst the wreckage and devastation, a gaunt figure managed to move slightly.

"Ding!"

He used the tip of his sword to brace himself against the ground, slowly and inching, supporting his body. When he landed, Lu Aniu had no internal energy left to protect his body. His meridians were almost severed from the violent impact. In his erratic breathing, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, he gritted his teeth, holding on to his last breath, and finally, as if in a final burst of energy, found another figure.

The rising and falling of the chest indicates that the person is still breathing.

Covered in a layer of sand and almost entirely covered in blood, Zhang Renfeng stubbornly breathed and struggled to get up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lu Aniu, who had already stood up, and his anxiety grew even stronger.

"Hahaha……"

Lu Aniu was barely breathing, lacking even the strength to hold his sword. Dragging his longsword, he smiled enigmatically and approached Zhang Renfeng step by step.

"It seems that God... is still... more favoring me... That last time, at least 60% of the force of the landing... was on you."

"And yet you're still not dead... You really... really... cough cough cough..."

Before they even got there, Lu Aniu's face flushed red, and he coughed a few times.

What was vomited was not just blood, but also fragments of internal organs.

"What a spoilsport!!"

He thrust the sword down.

"Ugh... Ah...!!!"

At the last moment, Zhang Renfeng almost ground his teeth to powder, finally squeezing out a little bit of strength to barely grab the sword blade with his hand.

Just as Lu Aniu said, he had taken 60% of the damage from the landing and had no strength left to use his internal energy for a powerful attack.