Berserk

"Roar, kill!!"

He let out a sky-shaking howl, as if inhaling the stars and the moon!

An unprecedented, ferocious aura erupted from the physique of Meng Qingshan, surging and whistling in all directions. He resembled a prehistoric monster awakening, ready to tear apart every living thing before him.

"Zhushan Technique!"

High atop a tree canopy in the distance, Zhao Wei narrowed his eyes, saying with apprehension:

"It is rumored that once this Hard Qigong reaches perfection, the flesh becomes comparable to iron pillars and stone mountains, with strength rivaling a Cocoon-Breaker in the Unified Force stage. After breaking the cocoon, one's foundation far exceeds that of others at the same level.

However, cultivating this technique is agonizing. One must endure constant hammering, stone-striking, and crossbow fire every single day until they can completely ignore blunt and sharp trauma—only then is it considered a success. It is not something an ordinary person's willpower can endure.

This Third Brother Meng truly has a ruthless disposition. Judging by the intensity, he is not far from perfection..."

"Tsk, the repercussions must be severe, right?"

Wu Dao was also marveling at the sight. After his "liberation," Meng Qingshan's aura was more than twice as strong as before, but he did not believe such a monstrous technique could be without side effects.

"Naturally."

Zhao Wei nodded. "All Hard Qigong methods in this world, at their core, are merely about ravaging one's own body, squeezing out potential, and forcing growth. Even with the aid of fine medicine, it will leave behind deep-seated ailments.

Take Meng Qingshan for example; if he cannot advance to the Cocoon-Breaking stage and achieve Rebirth Realm before his blood and energy decline, his later years will be filled with agony, making every day worse than death.

However, I have heard he possesses a rare Qi Sea Dantian. His promotion should be a certainty, which is why he can be so reckless with his Hard Qigong."

Qi Sea Dantian...

Hearing this term once again, Wu Dao's eyes flickered.

The innate suppression in this world was absurdly strict; without an Innate Organ, it was almost impossible to break the blockade of the Cocoon-Breaking Realm.

This made him realize a flaw in his own situation—

After reaching the Divine Strength Realm, or rather, after his physique advanced to the Heroic Realm, how was he supposed to explain his own strength?

Thinking of this, sparks of wisdom collided rapidly within Wu Dao's mind.

A moment later.

His gaze steadied, and he spoke with a tone of 'disdain': "Qi Sea Dantian? Does one really need one to advance? That is not necessarily true."

He was gambling.

He was gambling that the heavens would not cut off all paths in this world, that there remained a sliver of hope, and that other unorthodox methods could bypass the innate blockade.

But he didn't know what they were.

Therefore, he needed Zhao Wei, a native, to "create" a path for him.

If it didn't exist.

Then he would have to reconsider how to proceed with his future path.

Fortunately.

Zhao Wei's response did not disappoint Wu Dao...

"Uh, by all conventional logic, that is indeed true."

Zhao Wei's expression immediately turned uncertain and suspicious, appearing deeply shaken. He looked Wu Dao up and down carefully before saying tentatively: "Has Brother Wu obtained a 'Heavenly Treasure'?"

Heavenly Treasure?

Wu Dao was puzzled, but on the surface, he smiled indifferently, giving off an air of unfathomable mystery: "Brother Zhao, some things are better left known without being spoken, are they not?"

"My apologies, my apologies. It was a slip of the tongue."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wei's face changed, and he immediately apologized repeatedly.

In the martial arts world, probing into someone else's trump cards was a major taboo; those with bad tempers might flip out on the spot.

Some hidden cards.

One should not even tell their closest kin; this was common knowledge in the martial arts world.

Let alone a Heavenly Treasure, which would cause countless people to break their heads just to possess it once it appeared in the world.

Although Zhao Wei did not explain what a Heavenly Treasure was due to the rules of the martial arts world.

However.

Judging by his shocked expression.

It was not difficult for Wu Dao to guess that this so-called "Heavenly Treasure" was extremely precious, so much so that a master who had roamed the world for thirty or forty years would lose his composure upon hearing the name.

But...

This thing, it seemed to be rooted in the individual and impossible to plunder?

Wu Dao had been observing Zhao Wei's demeanor and found only surprise and envy, but no greed.

This did not quite make sense.

After all, he and Zhao Wei were only passing acquaintances; when the stakes were high enough, he had every reason to view human nature with the greatest malice.

But he did not know the reason.

Wu Dao stopped overthinking it, and he certainly wouldn't take the initiative to expose himself.

Once he settled down, he would naturally investigate exactly what this so-called Heavenly Treasure was.

BOOM!!

During their brief exchange.

A dull, thumping sound, like a wild elephant stomping the ground, rang out incessantly not far away.

Having "unleashed" himself, Meng Qingshan took heavy strides, shaking the ground covered in minced meat and mud, and lunged fiercely at the Flesh Tai Sui like a collapsing mountain!

This time.

The situation was completely different.

Meng Qingshan had transformed into a Black Iron Tyrannosaurus, possessing endless, terrifying brute strength, and the tentacles attacking from the Flesh Tai Sui were being ripped apart one by one by him with savage force.

His fists, as large as millstones, completely ignored the suction, raining down like a storm and battering the massive mountain of flesh until it swayed like a roly-poly toy, emitting endless, strange shrieks.

BANG BANG BANG!!

It wasn't just Meng Qingshan; Uncle Ya was also getting serious, displaying the true strength of the Cocoon-Breaking Realm.

Every punch and claw seemed to contain concentrated high explosives, with overbearing force bombarding the target continuously, blasting the Flesh Tai Sui until its minced meat erupted into blood mist!

Unified Force! Unified Force!

It sounds mysterious, but it is actually quite simple.

An ordinary person can feel their strength coalesce into a single strand after tensing their entire body, creating a sense of explosive power; this is Unified Force.

However, ordinary people are limited by their mortal flesh and cannot maintain the use of this force for long.

Overloading bodily tissues leading to recoil is one reason, and the inability of the spirit to endure it is another, because once the spirit relaxes, even a single breath can cause that force to dissipate.

But a cultivator who has undergone their first Rebirth Realm transformation can maintain a state where their muscles, bones, and tendons remain "tensed," keeping their strength coalesced into a single strand!

Cultivators at this level have already integrated the force of their entire body and can use it as they please.

If a martial artist in the Unified Force stage challenges you to a flick-on-the-forehead contest, you must never fall for it.

Because.

They can channel the strength of their entire body into a single finger, popping your head on the spot!

A flick like a dragon or elephant, a punch like a cannon blast!

These two phrases vividly and figuratively explain what Unified Force is.

And Yingsha Uncle Ya, right before them.

Was a martial artist at the Unified Force stage; although his strength might have been somewhat diluted, his lethality was beyond doubt!

The clearest contrast was that.

Even though Meng Qingshan had unleashed his own power, he could only serve as support; the primary source of damage was still Uncle Ya!

He was fighting like a human-shaped machine gun; every move, every punch, and every kick, as long as it landed solidly, would trigger an effect like a grenade explosion, inflicting injuries on the Flesh Tai Sui that it could not recover from for a long time.

"Wuu... pain..."

Under the relentless, fierce barrage, the Flesh Tai Sui finally lost its earlier playfulness, shrieking in pain; it couldn't even grow new tentacles and could only passively take the beating.

"DIE!!"

Strike while the iron is hot!

BOOM BOOM BOOM--

Meng Qingshan and Uncle Ya gave it no chance to catch its breath, their attacks blurring into afterimages like a continuous meteor shower.

Finally!

At a certain moment!

"AAHH!!"

BOOM!!

Amidst a shrill, miserable scream.

The four or five-meter-high mountain of bloody flesh exploded, sending gore flying and blood mist blanketing the area; only two heavy, rhythmic gasps remained in the haze.

"Chi chi chi... ying..."

At the same time.

Not far away, the swarm of bat-foxes that had blotted out the sky seemed to have broken free from control and suddenly scattered in all directions, revealing two "blood-soaked gourds" in the center.

They were none other than Mao Ba and Yun Tianliu.

However, the Bat King was nowhere to be seen; it seemed it hadn't been killed.

Clearly.

The two of them had indeed been slacking off and stalling for time earlier, not having truly tried to kill the Bat King.

A hundred meters away.

Wu Dao's eyes were fixed on the center of the blood mist, a sense of crisis inexplicably rising in his heart.

His keen senses told him.

The battle was not over, but had just begun!!

Chirp chirp chirp...

The Red-Armored Bat Foxes flying all around made unpleasant noises.

Wu Dao's nose twitched.

He smelled a very alluring fragrance!

Raising his eyes, he scanned his surroundings.

Wu Dao quickly discovered the gray Bat King, its wings riddled with holes and seemingly seriously injured, fleeing desperately through the forest.

It was estimated that the Flesh Tai Sui's self-destruction just now had caused them to lose contact, rendering it unable to control it.

And the source of the fragrance.

It was the exposed flesh of this Bat King after it was injured...

Wu Dao took a deep look at the gradually clearing, violent and terrifying silhouette in the center of the blood mist, hesitated slightly, then flickered and pursued the Bat King.

"Brother Wu?!"

Zhao Wei was stunned, not understanding why Wu Dao suddenly did this, leaving without warning.

"If my strength is inferior, there's no need to exert myself."

But Wu Dao merely turned back to give Zhao Wei a meaningful look, and then his figure flashed several times, completely disappearing from Zhao Wei's sight.

This...

For a moment.

Zhao Wei, while confused, also felt hesitant and uncertain, wondering whether to leave or stay.

To be honest.

He had no confidence in competing with Meng Qingshan and Mao Ba for the Flesh Tai Sui by himself, not even enough to be a fisherman picking up scraps.

But if he were to give up.

He found it truly difficult to let go...

However.

Zhao Wei's hesitation did not last long, as new changes in the field attracted all his attention, his expression changing drastically!