Black Wind Vicious Dog! Fist Intent Transforms Into Saber!

Outside the bushes, the two pursuers had clearly lost patience.

The man wearing the Ghost Face Mask let out a sinister laugh and released the dog leash in his hand. "Black Wind, go, find him for me!"

"Roar!"

The vicious dog named "Black Wind" let out a low growl, its four limbs pushing off the ground with a sudden burst of power. It charged straight towards the bushes where Su Haoran was hiding, carrying a foul stench.

It moved so fast that only a blur was left in the moonlight.

Cruel smiles appeared on the faces of the Ghost Face man and the black-clothed masked man.

This Black Wind dog was bought at a great expense from the Exotic Experts from Southern Border. It had been specially trained, possessing a keen sense of smell and being exceptionally fierce. Its speed in attacking and tearing was comparable to a martial artist's strike, and countless "fat sheep" had met their end under its fangs.

In their eyes, the ignorant young man would be bitten to death by the Black Wind dog, its jaws clamped around his throat, moments later, begging for mercy.

However, the screams and pleas they expected never came.

Just as the vicious dog opened its gaping maw, its fangs about to reach their target, a cold glint suddenly shot out from the bushes!

"Thwack!"

A muffled sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh, clean and swift, without any hesitation.

Su Haoran's figure slid out from the bushes like a phantom, perfectly evading the vicious dog's charge.

The standard Military Saber in his hand seemed to become an extension of his arm at that moment. He didn't employ any flashy saber techniques, just a simple, powerful downward chop.

Yet, this chop contained the fierce intent of Arhat Fist!

Applying the principles of fist techniques to saber moves, the blade became the fist!

The Black Wind dog in mid-air was cleanly split in two from head to tail by this single saber strike!

Hot blood and internal organs splashed everywhere with a "splatter."

Two symmetrical halves of the dog's corpse separated in the air and fell heavily to the ground, still twitching.

The entire process was incredibly fast!

The forest fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

The sinister smiles on the faces of the two pursuers froze completely.

They stared with wide eyes at the two steaming halves of the dog's corpse on the ground, their expressions shifting from shock to overwhelming rage and heartache.

"My Black Wind!" the Ghost Face masked man let out a piercing shriek, his voice grating. "You dare kill my dog! I'll make you pay with your life!!"

This Black Wind dog was their primary tool for ambushing and tracking, worth a hundred gold, far more valuable than a human life!

And now, it was just split in half in a single encounter?

"Kill him! Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!" the black-clothed masked man roared, his voice filled with murderous intent.

Before he even finished speaking, he attacked first!

He exerted force with his feet, charging at Su Haoran like an enraged bull, neither dodging nor evading.

He didn't use any weapons, instead clenching his fists, which were larger than an ordinary person's. Veins bulged on his knuckles, and with a gust of foul wind, he punched straight towards Su Haoran's face!

This punch was powerful and heavy, clearly intending to beat Su Haoran to death through sheer force!

Su Haoran's eyes narrowed. He advanced instead of retreating.

The Major Accomplishment of the Meditation Scripture made his mind as still as water. Every movement of his opponent was crystal clear in his eyes.

He twisted his wrist, and the saber blade slanted upwards, meeting the opponent's fist.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound like metal striking metal!

Sparks flew!

Yet, on the black-clothed masked man's fist, only a shallow white mark remained, followed by a trickle of blood.

For a punch that was meant to be a sure hit, this minor injury was insignificant!

What tough skin!

Su Haoran instantly assessed the situation.

This person's skin and flesh had been honed to extreme toughness. Although he hadn't truly entered the Skin Tempering stage, he was not far from it.

If it were an ordinary street thug, this saber strike would have been enough to lop off his palm!

"You've got some skill, but you must die today!" The black-clothed masked man, failing to land a hit, became even more murderous and was about to charge again.

At that very moment, another figure, carrying a chilling killing intent, attacked from Su Haoran's flank!

It was the Ghost Face masked man!

He seized the momentary gap while Su Haoran was engaged with the black-clothed man, closing in silently. He also threw a punch, aiming at a vital spot under Su Haoran's ribs with a tricky angle!

Attacked from both sides!

Su Haoran's pupils contracted sharply. His saber momentum was already spent, and he couldn't defend in time.

In a flash, he made the most direct reaction.

Unable to retract his saber in time, he met the punch with a punch!

His left fist shot out, the power of Arhat Fist exploding in an instant, meeting the Ghost Face Mask man's fist with a solid, head-on clash!

"Bang!"

Another dull, heavy thud.

This time, Su Haoran felt a concentrated, even more ferocious force surge up his arm, causing his Blood Essence to churn.

He staggered back three steps, finally dissipating the force.

The Ghost Face Mask man also grunted and retreated two steps, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Su Haoran's face grew solemn.

Second Skin Tempering!

This Ghost Face Mask man was also a true Skin Tempering martial artist!

His skin was tough, his strength far beyond that of ordinary people, even a whole realm higher than his own!

A martial artist at Second Skin Tempering, plus an expert in external training who was infinitely close to Skin Tempering!

Tonight was a true fight to the death!

"Kill!"

Without any further words, the two robbers, one behind the other, launched a storm of attacks once more.

The Black Cloth masked man's boxing style was broad and powerful, each punch whistling through the air and forcing Su Haoran to block with his saber, constantly wearing down his stamina.

The Ghost Face Mask man, however, was more insidious. He lurked like a venomous snake, always striking lethally from the side the moment Su Haoran was dealing with his companion's attack and exposed an opening.

For a time, saber light and fist shadows crisscrossed the forest, the clang of metal on metal incessant.

Relying on his Major Accomplishment Arhat Fist and Major Accomplishment Meditation Scripture, Su Haoran defended steadily against their pincer attack.

His concentration was at its peak, his mind racing, analyzing their attack patterns and habits.

This couldn't go on!

A prolonged defense would inevitably lead to a mistake!

He knew very well that his Iron Cloth Shirt was not yet at Major Accomplishment, and his stamina was ultimately limited. Once it was depleted, it would be a dead end.

He had to deal with one of them first!

His gaze locked onto the relatively weaker Black Cloth masked man!

The Meditation Scripture circulated to its extreme, and everything around him seemed to become clearer.

An opportunity!

A sharp glint flashed in Su Haoran's eyes.

He deliberately exposed a weakness, feigning a stumble as he blocked a heavy punch from the Black Cloth masked man, appearing to be unable to muster enough strength and falling backward.

"Die!"

The Black Cloth masked man fell for it. Believing Su Haoran was exhausted, his eyes erupted with ecstasy. He charged forward recklessly, unleashing a more powerful lunging punch straight for Su Haoran's chest!

His eagerness for a kill left him wide open!

"Now!"

Su Haoran's backward movement suddenly stopped. His feet seemed to root to the ground. He exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and a spiraling power surged from the soles of his feet, instantly coursing through his entire body.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, not dodging, and charged straight into the opponent's fist!

"Bang!"

The Black Cloth masked man's fist landed squarely on Su Haoran's chest.

The sound of cracking bones he expected didn't come. Instead, it sounded like hitting a taut oxhide drum, emitting a dull thud.

Su Haoran felt a dull ache in his chest, his Blood Essence churning, but thanks to the Iron Cloth Shirt, he had endured the blow!

And by using the moment of enduring that punch, his Military Saber had already transformed into an arc of death.

Turning fist into saber, Arhat Fist—"Black Tiger Steals the Heart"!

The saber light flashed and vanished!

"Pfft!"

The Black Cloth masked man's movement abruptly halted. He looked down, disbelief etched on his face as he saw the tip of a saber protruding from his chest.

"You..."

He only managed to utter one word before the light in his eyes quickly faded, his life extinguished.

Su Haoran's expression was blank. He yanked out the Military Saber, and warm blood gushed out.

Without even glancing at the fallen corpse, he turned to face the Ghost Face Mask man, whose face was a mask of shock.

"You're asking for death!"

His companion's death filled the Ghost Face Mask man with both shock and rage.

He hadn't expected that this young-looking monk would be so fearless of death, daring to fight with a strategy of trading injury for life!

He roared, his fist techniques becoming even more ferocious, each strike aimed at Su Haoran's vital points.

Without the restraint, Su Haoran's pressure greatly reduced.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging Blood Essence, his fighting spirit not diminishing but rather increasing.

"Your turn!"

He abandoned all thoughts of defense, unleashing the full might of Arhat Fist.

For a time, only the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the forest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Two figures clashed wildly under the moonlight; you punched my chest, I hammered your shoulder.

The Ghost Face Mask man was a Skin Tempering martial artist, with tough skin and flesh, extremely resilient.

But Su Haoran's Iron Cloth Shirt was equally tough, and combined with the fierce and overbearing power of Arhat Fist, the two fought to a draw, neither able to overcome the other.

Ten moves... twenty moves... thirty moves...

The Ghost Face Mask man grew increasingly alarmed as they fought.

This young monk's stamina and resilience were inhuman!

He was supposed to be Second Skin Tempering, his endurance should have been superior, yet after such a long fight, the opponent's punches hadn't weakened at all; in fact, they had grown heavier!

Little did he know, Su Haoran's Arhat Fist had already reached Major Accomplishment. Each punch contained the authentic power of Buddhism, giving him a natural advantage against martial artists like him who came from unconventional backgrounds.

After another hard clash, both were sent flying back simultaneously.

The Ghost Face Mask man's arms felt numb, and he panted like an ox.

As for Su Haoran, although he had taken several punches and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shone terrifyingly, like a lone wolf in the dark.

He seized the moment when the other man was catching his breath!

"Arhat Subdues the Tiger!"

Su Haoran let out a low cry, his footwork shifted, his body turned, and he instantly closed the distance to the Ghost Face Mask man's side. With an elbow strike imbued with his full strength, he savagely slammed towards the man's temple!

This strike was fast, accurate, and deadly!

The Ghost Face Mask man was horrified, only managing to raise his arm to block.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

His arm was directly broken by Su Haoran's elbow. The immense force, undiminished, still slammed heavily into the side of his head.

The Ghost Face Mask man's head buzzed, his vision spun, and stars danced before his eyes.

Su Haoran pressed his advantage, not giving him any chance to recover. He stepped forward, his fingers forming a blade, imbued with Arhat Fist's power, and precisely pierced his throat!

"Ugh..."

The Ghost Face Mask man's body stiffened abruptly. He clutched his neck tightly with both hands, blood gushing wildly from between his fingers.

He staggered back two steps, the ferocious Ghost Face Mask on his face now looking utterly ridiculous.

Finally, with a "thump," he fell backward, completely silent.

Hoo... hoo...

In the silent forest, only Su Haoran's heavy gasps remained.

He leaned on his Military Saber, his chest heaving violently, the spots where his body had been struck by fists burning fiercely.

A deadly battle had finally ended.

He didn't relax immediately, instead, he cautiously scanned his surroundings. After confirming there were no other threats, he slowly walked to the two corpses.

He first removed the Ghost Face Mask, revealing the unremarkable face of a middle-aged man.

Then, he began to skillfully search them.

A moment later, Su Haoran frowned.

Broke!

Besides some dry, hard flatbreads, these two had only a few taels of loose silver, totaling less than five taels.

"What bad luck."

Su Haoran cursed under his breath, the aura of killing two people being diluted by their poverty.

Too lazy to bother digging a grave, he simply dragged the two corpses into a nearby ditch and covered them haphazardly with dead branches and leaves.

After finishing, Su Haoran picked up the large bundle from the ground and slung it back over his shoulder. He oriented himself and, without any hesitation, quickly turned and vanished into the vast, dark mountain path.

The danger of this night only strengthened his resolve to break through as soon as possible.

Iron Cloth Shirt, it must reach Major Accomplishment soon!