Melee

"Get lost!"

"You're really courting death!"

"Bastards!"

Clang, clatter, clash, clash, clash--

With the speed of a rabbit and the grace of a falcon, shouts and curses roared!

In the span of a few breaths, the wasteland in front of Chunxiang Garden turned into a slaughterhouse.

Wu Dao was fortunate enough to witness a gang fight in this other world with his own eyes for the first time.

Every move was aimed at a vital point; limbs were hacked off, flesh and blood were sprayed everywhere, and it was truly vicious and cruel to the extreme.

In the eyes of these people, killing a person seemed no different from slaughtering a pig!

But Wu Dao did not find it terrifying.

Instead, he felt restless and his blood boiled, feeling an unprecedented excitement for this primitive and cruel Gu Fighting Arena of nature.

Pfft!

A spray of hot blood splashed over him.

Wu Dao did not dodge or avoid it, letting it drench his face. His eyes turned slightly red, like a Mad Beast, and as his scarlet tongue tasted the metallic tang, he couldn't help but grin: "I'm liking this world more and more..."

"A total lunatic!"

Not far away, Yun Tianliu, who had been keeping an eye on this side, narrowed his eyes when he saw the somewhat sickly, frenzied smile on Wu Dao's face.

He knew that pure body-refining practitioners of the Martial Dao were full of vitality, masculine, overbearing, and exceptionally savage, and most of them were "not quite right" in the head.

But those like Wu Dao, who took pleasure in blood and slaughter, were still in the minority; he could already be called demonic.

People like this mostly stopped at nothing to achieve their goals, caring only for themselves, and were definitely not people one could befriend!

And once they became enemies!

It would absolutely be a fight to the death!

Taking one last deep look at Wu Dao.

Yun Tianliu withdrew his gaze, a glint of ferocity in his eyes, and finally stepped forward, joining the chaotic fray.

"Daoist, I have come to assist you!"

Whoosh!

His green robes fluttered, swift as a gale!

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

A voice as gentle as jade, yet resonant and powerful, rang out. As the wind howled, a path was instantly carved through the crowd!

No sword song was heard!

Relying only on his scabbard, he moved ten meters in a flash. The green shadow zipped by; slashing, striking, poking, and blocking... Eight figures Under the Moon were sent flying. Regardless of whether they were at the level of Rigidity and Flexibility or Internal Strength Martial Artists, they collapsed upon contact!

Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

He crippled them, but did not kill them!

This level of strength stunned everyone present in an instant.

"Yun Tianliu!"

"Divine Strength Realm!"

People were sprawled in every direction, and cries of alarm rose up!

The remaining fifty or sixty martial artists turned pale with shock. Many of their movements froze for a split second, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar; the cold was bone-piercing!

Boom!

But before the exclamations could die down, a dull, thunderous sound erupted from afar, like the hoofbeat of a giant beast, loud as a thunderclap and fierce as a storm!

Roc Spreading Wings, Goshawk Hunting Beast!

A nine-foot-tall savage frame blotted out the moonlight. The violent aura of a beast king surged into the battlefield like a tidal wave, dispersing the cold wind and bringing an unbearable, scorching heat!

The moment Yun Tianliu made his move.

Wu Dao, who had long been unable to restrain himself, also violently erupted!

"I surrender, don't..."

Rip!

Before the plea for mercy could even be fully uttered.

Wu Dao broke into a chilling grin. His tiger-like palm slammed down, and his five hooked claws, shimmering with a cold, black metallic luster, tore the head of an Internal Strength Martial Artist in two as if it were a watermelon!

He had no interest in "playing house" like Yun Tianliu.

Fierce Tiger Hunting Rabbit!

If he didn't hunt, so be it, but if he hunted, he would devour flesh and bone!

Clang!

The sword scabbard swept through the air, knocking aside the spray of gore.

Yun Tianliu gazed at Wu Dao, who was currently acting like a meat grinder not far away, cold light radiating from his eyes.

He had studied under the renowned Guangqing Prefecture swordsman Yang Wufeng, and from a young age, he had been steeped in the chivalrous principles of benevolence, righteousness, morality, eradicating demons, and protecting the nation and its people.

Influenced by this.

Although he had not become a naive fool who lacked discernment or gave away kindness indiscriminately, he possessed a clear sense of right and wrong regarding who deserved to be killed and who deserved to be saved.

He had long since cultivated a backbone of true chivalry, upright and open; even when dealing with great villains, he rarely resorted to cruel methods, always believing in leaving a path for others.

Previously, he had viewed Wu Dao as a formidable enemy.

His goal had been to defeat him, not to hunt him to the death.

Now, Wu Dao's bloody actions—slaughtering with such abandon—were truly no different from a devil, instantly causing a look of disgust to surface on Yun Tianliu's brow.

Wu Dao, who was enjoying his slaughter, did not know that he had already been categorized by Yun Tianliu as Devilish Heresy.

Of course.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

The strong trampling the weak was only natural, the law of nature!

What right or wrong was there to speak of!

In the Red Fire Mine.

He had tasted suffering and humiliation, yet he never complained about the heavens or others, cursed the unfairness of the world, or begged for a savior. He attributed his suffering solely to his own weakness, strove for self-improvement, and eventually killed his enemies with his own hands.

In his view, since these people had already entered this arena of natural competition.

They should have been prepared to be humiliated and devoured by stronger predators; they could either resist or die!

And this state of mind.

He had always carried it within himself!

Bang!

His waist twisted, and his right leg exploded into the air!

Wu Dao's muscles, as if cast from copper and iron, bulged. A kick of immense power erupted, reminiscent of a wild, giant whale leaping from the ocean to strike the moon with its tail!

The irresistible force instantly shattered the upper body of a martial artist, sending bone fragments flying like bullets. They caused area-of-effect damage in a fan shape, blooming like flowers of blood upon the bodies of the surrounding fighters.

"Life and death are determined by fate, wealth by heaven. You want to leave just because you want to? Do you think this is a game? How could there be such a good deal!"

Wu Dao bathed in blood, his wild voice like thunder. The bluestone tiles beneath his feet shattered incessantly, and his arms stirred up a raging gale of force.

As he surged through the crowd, he kicked up a sky full of rotting flesh and bone, constantly killing his way toward the Red Skin Gourd being fought over in the center of the crowd!

"Long Whale Kicking the Moon, Whale Cleaving Stance... this is..."

In a dark street corner in the distance.

A voice of astonishment rang out. A seven-foot-tall middle-aged man walked out, dressed in a white martial arts uniform with a white-patterned giant whale embroidered on his chest. His temples bulged high, and he had a dark face with a thick beard.

His tiger-like eyes watched Wu Dao, who was like a tiger descending a mountain or an ocean hegemon stirring up a storm of blood among the crowd. The expression on his face was hard to define—was it affinity or wariness?

Behind him, three other pugilists of similar build wearing identical white martial arts uniforms followed. Observing their Vitality and Spirit, their breathing was long and deep; they were all experts at the peak of Internal Strengthening!

"Hall Master, this man's Tyrant Whale Fist has reached the level of a grandmaster, but his face is so unfamiliar. Could he be an expert secretly cultivated by the Four Seas Gang?"

The three men stared fixedly at the god of death in the crowd, their eyes filled with suspicion and murderous intent.

"Whether he is or not, a test will tell."

The dark-faced, bearded man's eyes turned sharp, as if he held a deep-seated grudge against the Four Seas Gang.

He tapped his foot.

With a bang, his large foot exploded against the ground like a cannonball, cracking the earth into spiderwebs. His massive figure moved like a swimming whale, thundering forward as he charged straight at Wu Dao!

"Clear the field first. These desperate criminals all deserve to die; there is no need to hold back!"

The remaining three pugilists followed closely behind, their killing intent chilling.

Hm?

How keen was Wu Dao's perception? Even in the midst of chaos, he immediately sensed a bone-chilling intent rushing at him from behind like a torrential storm!

Courting death!

His face, like that of a Shura blood-demon, twisted into a cruel expression.

Wu Dao pivoted his feet on the ground, his muscles rippling like waves. He swung his waist and shook his right arm, gathering power within a tight space. All the strength in his body converged from bottom to top into his whale-headed giant fist!

Without dodging or evading, he unleashed his full power, countering with the most lethal move of the Tyrant Whale Fist: Whale Shark Crushing Island!

Boom!

It was as if two giant whales had collided head-on!

The muffled, thunderous sound of the impact compressed the surrounding air, whistling and surging. The blood staining Wu Dao's fist and arm shattered into a mist.

Crack, crack, crack...

In the instant they locked horns.

The bluestone floor within a two-zhang radius beneath Wu Dao and the swarthy, bearded man buckled and shattered, exploding into a web of cracks; the sheer weight of their force was evident.

Cough...

A muffled grunt escaped.

The swarthy, bearded man's face flushed crimson, a flash of shock passing through his eyes. His peripheral vision caught the sight of the calluses on his own knuckles being shredded, while Wu Dao's skin was merely grazed, leaving him inwardly horrified.

Both were masters of the Tyrant Whale Fist.

His forty-five years of bitter cultivation, bolstered by the Tyrant Whale Sect's secret body-refining technique, the Giant Whale Art, had long allowed his physical strength to crush those at the ordinary Divine Strength Realm.

Yet at this moment, he was actually losing in terms of raw physical power to Wu Dao, who appeared to be no more than thirty years old; the magnitude of his internal shock could well be imagined.

How could he possibly know?

Setting aside Wu Dao's fifty years of mastery in the Tyrant Whale Fist and body refinement, the Potential Liberation brought about by the Stealing Heavenly Secrets Breathing Technique alone had placed Wu Dao's physique at the apex of natural predators.

With the two combined.

Let alone imitating the Tyrant Whale Fist, even if a ferocious giant whale were truly before him, Wu Dao would dare to enter the water and wrestle it to the death!