"Get out of my way!"
"You're asking to die!"
"Bastard!"
Clang! Clatter! Clang-clang-clang—
The fight exploded in an instant, with blows and shouts slicing through the air!
Within a few breaths, the wasteland in front of Chunxiang Garden had become a slaughterhouse.
Wu Dao had the good fortune to witness a brawl in this otherworld with his own eyes for the first time.
Every move aimed for a vital point. People were butchered and dismembered, flesh and blood flung everywhere. The savagery was beyond compare.
In these people's eyes, killing a person was no different from killing a pig!
But Wu Dao didn't find it frightening.
Instead, he felt restless with excitement, his blood boiling at the sight of this primitive, brutal Gu Fighting Arena of nature. He had never felt so thrilled.
Pfft!
A spray of hot blood splashed over.
Wu Dao didn't dodge or flinch. He let it drench his face. His eyes reddened slightly, like a Mad Beast, and he tasted the blood on his tongue before grinning. "I'm starting to love this world more and more..."
"What a lunatic!"
Not far away, Yun Tianliu had been watching Wu Dao. At the sight of that sick, deranged smile, he narrowed his eyes.
He knew that those who focused purely on tempering their bodies in the Martial Dao were brimming with vitality, fierce and forceful, and often "not right in the head."
But few were like Wu Dao, who took pleasure in bloodshed and slaughter. He could already be called a demonic cultivator.
People like him would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. They cared only about themselves and were absolutely not worth befriending!
And if one day they became enemies—
They would fight to the death!
Yun Tianliu gave Wu Dao a long, deep look.
Then he turned away, a trace of menace in his eyes, and finally strode into the chaotic battlefield.
"Daoist, I'm here to help!"
Whoosh!
His green robes snapped in the wind as he raced forward like a gale!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
A gentle yet forceful voice rang out over the howling wind. In an instant, a passage was carved through the crowd!
He hadn't even drawn his sword!
With only the scabbard, he swept through ten meters. His green figure flashed like lightning as he slashed, struck, tapped, and parried... The eight figures beneath the moon were sent flying. Whether they practiced Rigidity and Flexibility or Internal Strengthening, each fell at the slightest touch!
Fast, accurate, ruthless!
He'd crippled them, but he hadn't killed anyone!
Such strength instantly stunned everyone present.
"Yun Tianliu!"
"Divine Strength Realm!"
People sprawled across the ground as cries of alarm erupted!
The fifty or sixty Jianghu fighters left turned pale with terror. Many froze for a moment, as if plunged into an icy abyss, cold to the bone!
Boom!
But before the shouts had even faded, a muffled bang sounded in the distance, like a giant beast stamping its hoof. It thundered like a storm and hit with the force of a gale!
Roc Spreading Wings, Goshawk Hunting Beast!
The nine-foot savage beast of a man blotted out the moonlight. The Beast King's violent aura surged into the battlefield like a furious storm, sweeping away the chill and leaving scorching heat in its wake!
The instant Yun Tianliu moved,
Wu Dao, who had long been itching to fight, erupted into action as well!
"I'm out! Don't—"
Rip!
The plea had barely left his lips.
Wu Dao's grin split wide, chilling and grotesque. His tiger-like palm came down, and five hooked claws gleaming with cold, black metallic light tore an Internal Strength Martial Artist's head in two, as easily as crushing a watermelon!
He had no interest in playing "house" like Yun Tianliu.
Fierce Tiger Hunting Rabbit!
A tiger might not hunt every day, but when it did, it devoured flesh and gnawed bone!
Clang!
A sword scabbard swept across and knocked aside the flying chunks of flesh.
Yun Tianliu stared at Wu Dao, who was butchering people like a meat grinder, his eyes flashing with cold light.
He had inherited his art from Yang Wufeng, a renowned swordsman of Guangqing Prefecture. From childhood, he had been steeped in benevolence and morality, in the chivalrous principles of slaying demons, serving his country, and protecting its people.
Under that influence,
he hadn't become some fool who couldn't tell right from wrong and handed out kindness indiscriminately. He knew exactly who deserved to die and who deserved to be saved.
He had long forged himself a backbone as unyielding as steel, upright and honorable. Even when dealing with the most depraved villains, he rarely resorted to cruelty, always believing one should leave room for mercy.
He had previously considered Wu Dao a great enemy.
But his aim had only been to defeat him, not to wipe him out.
Now Wu Dao's bloody slaughter was no different from the work of a fiend. Disgust surfaced between Yun Tianliu's brows at once.
Wu Dao, reveling in the slaughter, had no idea Yun Tianliu had already branded him an evil heretic.
Of course,
even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared.
The strong trampling the weak was only right and proper. It was the law of nature!
What right and wrong could there be?
Back in the Red Fire Mine,
he had endured every hardship and humiliation, yet he had never blamed the heavens or complained that the world was unfair. He had never begged heaven to send a savior. He blamed his suffering only on his own weakness, then worked tirelessly to grow stronger until he finally killed his enemy with his own hands.
In his eyes, these people had already stepped into the arena of nature's competition.
They should have been prepared to be humiliated and devoured by a stronger predator. They could either fight back or die!
And this was a lesson
he always lived by himself!
Boom!
His waist twisted, and his right leg blew through the air!
Wu Dao's muscles bulged like cast iron, his heavy kick like a Desolate Giant Whale leaping from the sea and striking the moon with its tail!
The overwhelming force blew a martial artist's upper body apart on the spot. Shards of bone shot out like bullets, fanning across the battlefield and bursting into sprays of blood against one fighter after another.
"Life and death are fated, riches and honor are in heaven. You think you can just walk away whenever you please? Is this a game? It doesn't work that way!"
Wu Dao bathed in blood, his roar thundering through the air. The blue stone tiles beneath his feet kept exploding, and his arms churned the air into raging gusts.
As he stormed through the fray, he sent torn flesh and shattered bones flying everywhere, steadily fighting his way toward the Red Skin Gourd the crowd was battling over!
"Long Whale Kicking the Moon, Whale Cleaving Stance... This is..."
From a dark street corner in the distance,
an astonished voice rang out. A seven-foot-tall, middle-aged man stepped into view, dressed in white martial robes with a white-patterned giant whale embroidered on his chest. His temples bulged high, and his face was dark, his beard thick and curling.
His tiger eyes fixed on Wu Dao, who was rampaging through the crowd like a fierce tiger descending the mountain and a sea tyrant stirring up a storm of blood. It was impossible to tell whether the expression on his face was one of kinship or wariness.
Behind him stood three more martial artists in white robes, all broad and burly. Judging by their Vitality and Spirit—their robust presence, full breathing, and deep, steady breaths—they were all experts at the peak of Internal Strengthening!
"Hall Master, by the moves and intent of his Tyrant Whale Fist, he's already reached Grandmaster level. But he looks so unfamiliar. Could he be an expert the Four Seas Gang has been secretly training?"
The three men stared fixedly at Wu Dao, who looked like a god of slaughter amid the crowd. Suspicion and killing intent filled their eyes.
"Whether he is or not, we'll find out once we test him."
The dark-faced, bearded man's gaze turned sharp. He seemed to have a deep-seated grudge against the Four Seas Gang.
He tapped the ground with one foot.
With a boom, his great foot blasted spiderweb cracks across the ground. His massive figure surged forward like a giant whale swimming through the sea, charging straight at Wu Dao!
"Clear the field first. These desperadoes all deserve to die. Show no mercy!"
The other three martial artists followed close behind, their killing intent palpable.
Hm?
Wu Dao's senses were extraordinarily keen. Even amid the chaos, he immediately felt a wave of murderous chill bearing down on him from behind like a storm!
Asking for death!
His face, like that of a blood-soaked demon, twisted into a cruel grin.
Wu Dao pivoted on the ground. Waves rolled through his muscles as he swung his waist and snapped his right arm. He gathered all his strength in the space of an inch, drawing it up from his feet through his body and into his massive whale-headed fist!
He didn't dodge or hold back. He unleashed his full power, firing back with the most destructive move in the Tyrant Whale Fist: Whale Shark Crushing Island!
Boom!
It was like two giant whales smashing their heads together!
The muffled collision, as thunderous as a storm, compressed the air around them and sent it roaring in every direction. The blood coating Wu Dao's fist and arm burst into clouds of mist.
Crack, crack, crack...
In the instant they met force with force,
the blue stone paving within a two-zhang radius around Wu Dao and the dark-faced, bearded man caved in and shattered under their feet, spiderweb cracks racing outward. Their strength was plain to see.
Cough...
The dark-faced, bearded man grunted. His face flushed red, and a flash of shock crossed his eyes. In the corner of his vision, he saw that the calluses over his knuckles had been torn open, while Wu Dao had only scraped his skin. His shock deepened.
They were both Grandmasters of the Tyrant Whale Fist.
He had trained hard for forty-five years, and with the support of the Tyrant Whale Sect's secret body-tempering art, the Giant Whale Art, his strength had long surpassed that of ordinary Divine Strength Realm experts.
Yet now he had lost in sheer strength to Wu Dao, who looked no more than "thirty." It was no wonder he was stunned.
What he didn't know
was that Wu Dao had spent fifty years mastering the Tyrant Whale Fist and tempering his body. But even without that, the liberation of the body's potential brought about by the Stealing Heavenly Secrets Breathing Technique had already raised Wu Dao's physique to the very peak of nature's predators.
Together,
these things meant that not only could Wu Dao imitate the giant whale with the Tyrant Whale Fist—he would dare dive into the sea and wrestle a real, ferocious whale to the death!
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