Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"It's really interesting. Wherever you go, you can gather a group of people who would risk their lives for you. It's the same in your hometown, and it's the same when you cross the ocean to another country. Heh... calling you a heartthrob isn't entirely unreasonable."

He seemed to be asking Xiaomei a question, but he was actually speaking in Chinese, a secret channel between the two of them.

Every word he said struck a chord with Zhang Renfeng.

"Didn't you... even for a moment, a single instant, truly consider what their fate would be?"

"How many more heads must be pierced by a spear before you understand that this world isn't what you can do as you please?"

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The flashback memories, like water droplets falling into a pan of hot oil, crackled and splashed, releasing the heat of anger.

"I... already... said it..."

"It has nothing to do with them—!!!"

Enraged, Zhang Renfeng glared at him and charged forward again.

Zhu Kuilong didn't make things difficult for Xiaomei anymore. He gently pushed her against the wall. He then turned sideways and swept his leg, tripping Zhang Renfeng who was charging at him. With a "bang," Zhang Renfeng crashed into the wall like a wild boar that didn't know how to turn, sending bricks and wood flying everywhere.

Two dragons explore the sea!

"Snapped!"

Just as the dragon claw was about to reach for his groin, Zhang Renfeng swiftly turned around and, as if sensing something, seized Zhu Kuilong's wrist. Despite the deadly blows, he had accurately predicted his opponent's movements, which pleased him greatly and even brought a smile to his face.

"..."

Zhu Kuilong's eyes narrowed, and he turned his claws into palms. Like a slippery eel, he suddenly became very slippery and actually "shrank" out of his grasp.

As if unaffected by gravity, he lightly touched the wall with his toes and flew off, hooking his legs around Zhang Renfeng's neck and mounting him directly on his back.

"Click!"

A mournful groan came from the wooden floor beneath my feet.

"Good weight!"

It was much heavier than expected. Zhang Renfeng had to assume a horse stance to cope with the sudden weight pressing down on his back, exclaiming, "How much are you hiding on your back?!"

This is ancient magic, without mechanisms or tricks; everything needed must be conjured up from the body. Moreover, Zhu Kuilong possesses far more than that. As a court magician highly regarded by the royal family, he must be prepared for anything at any time.

Yes, at any time.

With a flick of his wrists, a silver thread materialized in his hands, coiled several times in the air, and wrapped around Zhang Renfeng's neck. His feet seemed rooted to Zhang Renfeng's back, immovable as a mountain, and no matter how hard Zhang Renfeng tried, he couldn't break free.

Despite the ease with which he had his neck gripped, Zhu Kuilong was not as happy as he had imagined; he only felt that something was wrong.

Too far.

The guy in front of him was so different from the exceptionally talented junior brother he remembered...

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"What about the Lesser Formless Skill that your master taught you?" Zhu Kuilong asked. "Why don't you use it?"

……

"ah----!!"

Zhang Renfeng, like a powder keg that had been ignited, suddenly let out a roar, kicked his legs repeatedly, and slammed his back hard against the outer wall.

"Boom!"

The wall is broken.

The two people, entangled together, fell from the second floor of the theater and plunged into the eerie rain.

Chapter 210: Open! (Part 67)

"Boom!"

The stone path was smashed in half. Zhang Renfeng took a breath, shook his shoulders and neck a couple of times, making a cracking sound like popping beans, and finally let out a long sigh.

To the side of the theater, in a more secluded alley, a carriage was parked. The space was spacious enough for the two to have a proper fight. In fact, by this point, Zhu Kuilong hadn't managed to inflict any damage on him, but he could sense that over the years, his opponent's strength had far surpassed his own.

"You have no choice." Zhu Kuilong's voice was icy cold, leaving no room for negotiation. "Come back with me."

"Senior Brother, why did you have to go this far?" Zhang Renfeng got up from the ground, brushed the mud and sewage off his knees in the rain, and said coldly, "You know very well that I can never go back."

"Yes, the Governor of Liangjiang, you just killed him like that. Not only did you kill him, but you also killed his entire family. How powerful you are! You are simply beyond powerful. In my forty years of life, I have seen all kinds of people in the martial world, in the imperial court, and in officialdom, but I have never seen anyone as unruly and untamed as you!"

Zhu Kuilong sneered, then abruptly flung the cloud blanket draped over his shoulders. With a crackling sound, the raindrops in mid-air scattered in an arc, revealing a gleaming steel whip that appeared out of nowhere, which he held in his palm. Its main body was hexagonal, shaped like bamboo joints, with protruding iron lumps between each joint, and the whip itself consisted of eleven square iron lumps.

"Snapped!"

The steel whip lashed the ground, sending shards of stone flying, silently revealing his fury. "Do you even know how much trouble you've caused me... how much trouble you've caused Master!?"

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Zhang Renfeng did not answer, but simply closed his eyes slightly, tilted his head back, and felt the cool raindrops pattering on his face.

When I opened my eyes again, the confusion and distress in them had vanished.

"There's no point in saying more, senior brother. I don't expect you to understand my situation at the time." Zhang Renfeng stood to the side, his expression solemn. "But I did the right thing, that's all."

"ah----!!!"

Zhu Kuilong seemed to be broken by these words, and immediately used his trump card, throwing the steel whip he had conjured at him.

A whooshing sound came from the air, Zhang Renfeng's pupils shrank, he gathered his strength, and swung his arms! There was a "clang" sound, like metal striking stone, and he used his arms to deflect the steel whip.

It spun in the air and nestled firmly into the wall of the alley, causing dirt and stones to fall down with a thud.

This was actually a powerful message, but unfortunately, Zhu Kuilong, in the heat of the moment, subconsciously chose to ignore it. He met Zhang Renfeng head-on, exchanging a punch that landed squarely on each other's chests.

"Boom-!!"

The falling rain splashed out.

Zhang Renfeng took two steps back, then changed his stance to a "two-sheep clamp" stance, gripping the ground tightly, and then stopped moving.

Zhu Kuilong, however, was knocked back ten steps by the punch. The rain was slippery, and his shoes had almost no friction on the stone pavement. He could only barely keep his balance.

"Rumble————"

In the distance, thunder rumbled.

A hint of pity flashed across Zhu Kuilong's face as he faced his fellow disciple who was charging towards him. Suddenly, he entered a state of near-meditation. The sky, the earth, and the surrounding intricate buildings all ceased to exist, first simplified to a plane, then to lines, then to fragments of color, and finally dissolved into a vast expanse of white.

Only "he" and "I" remain, the two destinations we are about to reach.

Time, at this moment, slips into eternity.

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"Woo..."

Xiaomei struggled to cling to the crack in the wall, and looking down through the large hole created by the two of them, she witnessed an absolutely astonishing scene.

The magician remained in his striking stance, not yet withdrawing his hand. His posture was very similar to Zhang Renfeng's, both drawing their bodies out like a drawn bow, creating a frozen beauty. It was as if they were trying to merge strength and gentleness into this single moment.

Zhang Renfeng, on the other hand, was knocked several meters away. Kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach with his right hand, his face was filled with disbelief.

The shadow of thunder loomed large.

Sticky beads of blood dripped slowly from his mouth, mingling with the rainwater.

"Bleeding?" Xiaomei was quite frightened, muttering to herself, "It...it really is..."

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“If you had practiced the Lesser Formless Skill, things wouldn’t have turned out this way.” Zhu Kuilong rotated his wrist and said expressionlessly, “The skills that Master passed on to us are only for beginners. Your [Qi Hard Skill], my [Wild Goose Skill], Senior Sister’s [Jade Breath Skill]... are all essentially the same. In the end, they all have to transition to the Lesser Formless Skill, which requires time, accumulation, and practice.”

"Since you came here, have you practiced your skills even for a single day?"

"However, it's alright, you don't need to practice anymore. Anyway, your current skill level is enough for you to kill the people here."

Seeing his silence, Zhu Kuilong responded with a cold laugh, "I bet you've killed quite a few people in these past two years, haven't you?"

"You can kill whoever you want, because you are Zhang Renfeng."

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"Thump—!!"

His response was not a word, but a powerful stomp of his foot.

Zhang Renfeng raised his right foot high and slammed it down heavily, his sole almost completely embedded in the stone slab. A moment later, he used his right leg as the core and did the same with his left foot. Both feet were like nails, wedged into the stone slab, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out in all directions from the center.

His fists clenched so tightly that they resembled the cracking sound of glass being shattered by immense force.

His body suddenly swelled up, and his clothes, which had been fitting well, were now stretched taut, creating a somewhat frightening silhouette.

His hair stood on end, his eyes were wide open, and his growl no longer sounded human, but more like that of a wild beast unleashed from its cage.

The three criteria for becoming a martial arts champion are: drawing a bow, wielding a sword, and lifting a stone.

The bow is a rigid bow with a draw weight of 72 kilograms, and it needs to be fully drawn.

The knife is a 120-pound stone knife, and you have to wield it to create knife flourishes that reach your chest and back.

The stone is a 300-pound boulder, which would need to be lifted at least to knee height.

People with insufficient muscle mass who rashly attempt this kind of activity are likely to risk their lives. Those who truly deserve this title are all exceptionally talented individuals, muscle monsters of their time.

If you don't practice your internal skills for two years, you will indeed regress, but your innate physical qualities will always remain!

"Thump—!!!"

He pushed off the ground, jumped, and his body somersaulted in the rain, landing with a whip kick!

Not to mention its immense power, Zhu Kuilong had no choice but to dodge when this kick came down. The road surface was cleaved in two like foam. Zhang Renfeng, in his current state, didn't care about any moves or punches. He seemed to have reverted to his primal instincts and become a wild beast that unleashed its power at will.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhu Kuilong took the steel whip from the wall again, seized the opportunity when the man was making a big, sweeping move, dodged and moved, flicked his wrist, first slashed and then chopped, and smashed it heavily towards the man's forehead.

The dull thud of a blunt object cutting through the air came whistling in.

"boom!!"

Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth, neither dodging nor avoiding, and instead met the bamboo whip head-on with his iron head, smashing it to pieces!

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"Ah……"

The fist, the size of a sandbag, magnified in his pupils, and fragments of the steel whip flashed past in his peripheral vision. Zhu Kuilong chuckled inexplicably, lamenting the injustice of fate.

Why did this murderous bastard have to be born with an invulnerable body?

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"Boom————!!!"

Exchanging injury for injury.

A powerful, cannon-like punch struck Zhu Kuilong squarely in the face, sending him flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, creating a large crater between the stone slabs. He bounced up twice, sliding several meters before finally coming to a stop.

Chapter 211: One Million Seven Thousand Taels of Silver (Return - Chapter 68)

"Now I understand why Master specifically taught you Qi Hard Technique. Ha... With this physique, it would be such a waste not to practice this."

Zhu Kuilong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then sneered and muttered to himself, "Yes, yes, that's right, that's the real you."

He once again lifted his colorful cloud blanket, flicked it sharply, and splashed the rainwater outwards, sending it flying in an exceptionally beautiful arc through the air.

Beneath the cloud carpet, in his right hand, stood a three-foot-long green sword. The blade was as light as a cicada's wing, and when it appeared, it emitted a faint whistling sound. Its cold light was chilling, and raindrops falling on the sword's edge shattered upon contact, splitting into smaller fragments.

The bamboo whip he used earlier was just for fun, but now, facing Zhang Renfeng's powerful horizontal strike, Zhu Kuilong is no longer holding back and is going to get serious.

“The Fish Intestine Sword…” Zhang Renfeng narrowed his eyes, finally recognizing the legendary sword from the rising chill of its light. “It’s in your hands?”

"Aren't you supposed to be made of iron and steel?" Zhu Kuilong twirled his sword with one hand and said in a deep voice, revealing a slightly provocative smile. "Come on."

He had just smashed the bamboo whip with his head, and a trickle of blood flowed down his forehead, leaving a bright red welt on half of his face, making him look like a wounded beast. The smile at the corner of his mouth only accentuated his untamed wildness.

"……Come!"

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"You...you must stop fighting..."

rain.