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Zhang Rongfang is now 2.3 meters tall. His physique is more well-proportioned and no longer as bulky and exaggerated as before; his muscles have become smaller, more numerous, and denser.

But anyone can see at a glance that this kind of physique is actually more suitable for unleashing powerful speed and strength.

"Need any help?" He looked at the Red-Haired Strongman in the arena who was becoming increasingly comfortable with the encirclement.

"Young master, you are of noble birth, yet..." Zhang Zhenhai's words were cut short as the figure vanished from sight.

She quickly turned her head and looked at the field.

Thud! In an instant, a figure crashed into the formation like a cannonball.

The Red-Haired Strongman was parrying the curved blade behind him when he suddenly sensed something was wrong and looked up ahead.

A huge, White Eagle descended from the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that pierced his eardrums, as it reached for his head.

The Eagle Claw's claws weren't large, but as he got closer, they felt like they covered the sky and the sun, making it impossible to dodge them.

Left with no other choice, the Red-Haired Strongman roared, clasped his hands together, unleashing all his strength, and fiercely grabbed at the Eagle Claw.

Boom!!

The two collided suddenly, causing a slight tremor in the ground.

The Red-Haired Strongman's legs sank, the mud sinking deep into the ground at his ankles, and he was actually forced into the soil.

He let out a low growl, wanting to exert more force.

A series of crisp cracking sounds, like a tree branch breaking.

His arms, shoulders, torso, and legs.

From top to bottom, it instantly folded into a pile of mud.

Zhang Rongfang withdrew his Eagle Claw.

"You may all step back."

Those around who Rebel Sect all looked at him with reverence and quickly retreated.

Wait until no one is around.

Zhang Rongfang stared at the person in front of him. The other party was about the same strength as the one with the Internal Method Spirit Vein from more than half a year ago, but should be slightly stronger in martial arts, making him a bit more troublesome.

But at this moment, faced with his sudden attack, the outcome was even faster than it had been back then.

In terms of pure strength, combined with his Breaking Limit Skill, he is already more than capable of overwhelming the Internal Method Spirit Vein.

This is the amplification and enhancement brought about by the six layers of Iron Shirt.

Compared to more than half a year ago, his body strength is now perfectly integrated, his skin and muscles have become much harder, and his Hard Skill have naturally honed and increased his strength.

All of these factors combined have led to a significant increase in his current strength.

In fact, the increase in strength is not much. The key is the overall enhancement brought about by Hard Skill, which allows the body to explode without too much worry about tearing or straining.

With greater freedom and ease in their actions, they can naturally unleash more power.

Before long, the Red-Haired Man's body healed, and he broke free of the mud and got up.

He had just stood up when he suddenly lunged forward with all his might, unleashing a powerful Tiger Walks Out of the Mountain.

With arms like a fierce tiger, he grabbed Zhang Rongfang tightly.

"Die!"

He had barely finished speaking when he was about to tear his arms apart.

Bang.

A large hand landed firmly on his forehead.

Its head suddenly collapsed and shattered, with traces of blood flowing from its nostrils and mouth.

"Have you tried tying him up?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Young master, you can give it a try." Zhang Zhenhai waved his hand, and someone quickly threw over a bundle of thick hemp rope.

Zhang Rongfang quickly tied the rope around the Red-Haired Man's body.

Before long, the Red-Haired Man was resurrected, and his head returned to normal.

He suddenly struggled, and the thick hemp rope snapped into countless pieces, scattering on the ground.

"Hmm?" Zhang Rongfang's eyes remained fixed on the other person.

The moment the Red-Haired Man revived, he noticed a faint flash of silver on his body.

"Is it Spirit Thread?"

Raising one hand, he swiftly deflected the punch thrown by his opponent, his five fingers like sharp blades, gripping the opponent's throat tightly.

Click.

He twisted his neck so hard it broke.

The Red-Haired Man collapsed and died once again.

"Then what if we bury it underground?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"Young Master, we have all tried. Ordinary binding methods can be broken by the Silver Spirit Thread. If they are put in an absolutely inescapable predicament from the beginning, they will either not recover at all, or they will directly explode with a partial Spirit Burst, breaking the predicament."

Zhang Zhenhai explained from behind.

"The Spirit Thread within their bodies are more like some kind of worm, a worm with its own consciousness and thought. They will respond differently to various external means we use."

"Is that so?" Zhang Rongfang seemed to understand slightly.

In other words, once these Spirit Thread within Spiritized Person sense anything amiss, they may trigger Spirit Burst or launch a preemptive strike.

"So, if we stimulate it beforehand to cause Spirit Burst, and then use a weapon to immobilize the corpse, would that work?" he asked.

"Spirit Burst that hasn't reached the required number of deaths is equivalent to one death. It's useless. Even if a weapon is immobilized prematurely, it will be forcibly pushed out."

Only when the Spirit Thread is weakened to a certain extent will it be impossible to squeeze out the immobilization weapon.

Zhang Zhenhai smiled wryly.

"That's why we had to surround and kill them again and again, just to deplete and weaken the resistance of the Spirit Thread, so that when the Spirit Burst in the end, it will be powerless to struggle."

"I see." Zhang Rongfang nodded, understanding even more how troublesome these Spiritized Person were.

As the Red-Haired Man revived, he suddenly retreated rapidly, seemingly abandoning the fight and preparing to flee.

Whoosh! He had only taken a few steps back when Zhang Rongfang's burly figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Flame Emperor Talisman - Unpaid Fire." Zhang Rongfang's hands transformed into illusory images, suddenly grasping the other's arms.

A crisp snapping sound.

The Red-Haired Man's arms broke off instantly and spread wide to the sides.

At the same time, a finger was pointed directly into his heart.

The heart collapsed and shattered under the immense force of the impact.

With a thud, the man stopped breathing again.

"Bring me a gun." Zhang Rongfang's heart skipped a beat.

Soon someone brought a musket, loaded it, and all that was needed was to press the trigger.

Then, before the Red-Haired Man could recover, he aimed the gun at his forehead at close range.

Once he is fully resurrected, we can pull the trigger.

At that distance, given his reaction speed, the opponent would undoubtedly die.

Zhang Zhenhai not far away, seemed about to speak but then stopped.

But in the end, she didn't say anything. She understood that Zhang Rongfang wanted to experience the test firsthand.

She raised her hand and quickly gestured for the people around her to disperse.

Before long, the time for recovery gradually arrived.

The Red-Haired Man's fatal wounds healed rapidly, and he was about to open his eyes and stand up.

Suddenly, a wound appeared where the gun was pointed at him.

Pfft! In an instant, countless Silver Thread shot out from the wound, rushing towards Zhang Rongfang like a stream of water.

The moment Zhang Rongfang discovered that the wound had reopened, he quickly raised his hand to protect his front and retreated.

His speed and agility exploded at full force in an instant, his body becoming a gray line, retreating more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

But he was fast, and the Silver Thread was even faster.

She caught up with him in the blink of an eye and was about to touch his body.

Ding ding ding!!

Unexpectedly, the Silver Thread struck the outside of his arm, producing a crisp impact sound, and were bounced away.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Rongfang once again increased the distance between them.

Finally, at a distance of twenty meters, they escaped the pursuit of the Silver Thread.

Within a radius of twenty meters, a bizarre circular area filled with pinhole-like holes was formed, centered on the Red-Haired Man.

"Are you alright, young master?" Zhang Zhenhai rushed over with the two men.

"It's nothing." Zhang Rongfang shook his head and raised his hand.

Only then did everyone realize that his outer garment had been pierced and torn at some point, revealing Statue Fragment bound inside.

"Even so, young master, you should still be careful. These Silver Thread have a simple consciousness; if you're not careful and move too slowly, they will pierce through the gaps," Zhang Zhenhai said worriedly.

"I understand, I just wanted to give it a try." Zhang Rongfang looked at the scene, where the Red-Haired Man was getting up and preparing to run away.

He lightly touched the ground with his foot and quickly approached.

Then came another tedious cycle of attrition and interception.

It wasn't until the sky was pitch black and the crescent moon hung high in the sky that Spirit Burst occurred, marking the final kill.

Even so, Zhang Zhenhai and the others were all exhausted.

Zhang Rongfang, however, remained radiant and unperturbed.

This is also because, from beginning to end, they did not let Zhang Rongfang do all the killings; they also participated themselves.

Puff.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhenhai swayed, felt dizzy, and almost fell.

Her waist tightened as a large hand caught her.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Rongfang supported her from the side.

"No, it's okay. I can manage." Zhang Zhenhai's cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment. He felt a burning, slightly hot sensation spreading through his body from his waist.

In recent days, ever since she received a hint of something from her Foster Father, her feelings toward Zhang Rongfang have unconsciously undergone various changes.

"It's good that you're alright." Zhang Rongfang let go of her. It has to be said that Zhang Zhenhai has an excellent figure, with long legs and perfect proportions. Her chest was not visible because it had been bound earlier.

Now free from constraints, she suddenly appears exceptionally voluptuous. Although her overall beauty is not as striking as that of Heavenly Maiden and Gong Shuyin, she is still a stunningly beautiful woman.

Most importantly, after observing for a long time, he discovered that Zhang Zhenhai's personality was actually extremely simple.

Once you've set your mind on something or someone, you'll stick with it to the very end.

Moreover, he is extremely strong-willed and never tries to rely on others.

Such a person is very suitable to be recruited as an assistant.

More importantly, Zhang Zhenhai was also very popular within the Rebel Sect, and getting close to him was one way to gain control of the Rebel Sect.

Both Zhang Yunqi and he were happy to see this scene.

After everyone cleaned up the mess, Zhang Zhenhai suddenly remembered.

"By the way, young master, my Foster Father asked me to tell you that we have finally found another top-notch Hard Skill master you were looking for."

"Finally, we have another one?" Zhang Rongfang thought with delight.

"It was a man named Li Guanyue. They originally planned to do fleet business in Citong, but due to the storm at sea, most of their invested fleet was lost, and the remaining ships were sold to pay compensation."

"Now this man lives with his family in an old house on the outer ring road, making a living by occasionally working as a temporary bodyguard," Zhang Zhenhai quickly explained.

She was wearing a tight black leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her curves.

Her high ponytail swayed slightly as she spoke.

Add to that her serious pretty face and earnest expression.

For a moment, she exuded a charm that was completely different from any woman Zhang Rongfang had ever seen before.

Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang was walking ahead, stopped in his tracks.

Puff.

Zhang Zhenhai, who was already feeling dizzy, couldn't stop in time and bumped into Zhang Rongfang's back.

Her entire chest bumped against the back in front of her.

Instantly, her cheeks burned like fire. She took two steps back.

"W-what happened!? Why did it stop!?"

"It's nothing. It's just that some small things are flying around nearby." Zhang Rongfang didn't notice the emotions of the person behind him, but instead looked up at the depths of the Woodland to his right.

In the dead of night, deep in the forests of Huang Jing Mountain, several figures flashed by with incredible speed.

There were three figures in total, seemingly unaware of the Rebel Sect. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the Woodland, skimming the edge of Huang Jing Mountain, and sped off into the distance.