"Ahhh!"
Zhang Wenxuan stumbled back, his hands mangled. He wailed in agony, cold sweat dripping from his body as he looked at Su Hao with eyes full of shock and terror.
"How... could this be?"
The obese man and Kuang Fei stared at the scene before them, stunned.
Zhang Wenxuan, an elite of the Flying Cloud Gang and a First Refinement Martial Artist, was a man of some standing within the gang. Dealing with a small-town youth should have been effortless, yet against Su Hao, he had been brutally injured in the blink of an eye!
Su Hao had just utilized the "Tiger Gallant Force." The hallmark of this force was its peerless, rigid ferocity. It was like comparing a fist to a hammer; even with the same amount of force, the destructive power unleashed by a hammer far exceeds that of a fist. Zhang Wenxuan clashing head-on with Su Hao was akin to an egg striking a stone!
Having easily crippled Zhang Wenxuan, Su Hao turned his attention to the remaining two. His voice carried a hint of chill: "Since you aren't willing to talk nicely, then I'll have to make you suffer a little!"
Su Hao intended to take these three down to extract information about Su Yu, while his own fighting spirit soared. As a martial artist, real combat was one of the paths to progress!
The moment his words fell, Su Hao's figure flashed, elegant and agile, closing in on the obese man.
"Damn it!"
The obese man had witnessed Zhang Wenxuan's miserable state, and being targeted by Su Hao made his hair stand on end. He let out a roar, not daring to be the least bit careless, and unleashed his Blood Energy without hesitation. His body, which resembled a small mountain of flesh, was instantly dyed a deep crimson. His fat tightened as if transforming into muscle, and his strength surged!
The obese man possessed a naturally unique physique. Though he appeared to be nothing but fat, he could store more Blood Energy, and his bursts were more violent than the average person's. In terms of going all out, he was even a cut above Zhang Wenxuan.
"Boom!"
Under the full eruption of his Blood Energy, the obese man's fan-sized palm swiped through the air toward Su Hao's head. Before the massive hand even landed, it generated an intense pressure; even a solid stone statue would have been shattered to pieces before such a powerful strike.
Facing this heavy blow, a martial artist of the same level would usually choose to avoid the brunt of it, but Su Hao did not dodge or retreat; he raised an arm to catch and parry.
"Bang!"
The thousand-pound palm struck Su Hao's arm, but to the obese man's astonishment, Su Hao's body felt as fluid as water. The force of his palm was channeled through Su Hao's body and discharged into the ground beneath his feet.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
The ground beneath Su Hao's feet fractured into a dense web of cracks, yet he remained completely unscathed. This was a highly sophisticated technique for discharging force, a move from the "Deer Form Fist"!
Just as the obese man's old force was spent and his new force had yet to arise, Su Hao clenched his left fist and, in an instant, threw a fast, accurate, and ruthless straight punch. It slammed into the obese man's abdomen with enough power to shatter a man's internal organs!
"Pfft!"
Su Hao was slightly surprised. As his fist landed on the obese man's stomach, he felt the man's abdomen turn as soft as cotton yet incredibly resilient, cushioning and dissipating the blow. Half of Su Hao's fist sank in, but it failed to cause any significant damage.
"Got you!"
A sinister, triumphant grin appeared on the obese man's face. His large hands clamped firmly onto Su Hao's shoulders, pulling his body close to bind him in a grapple, thereby creating an opening for his companion to finish Su Hao off.
However, before the obese man could complete the hold, Su Hao's fist, buried in his gut, retracted half a foot. Then, channeling power from his waist, hips, shoulders, and wrists, he gathered threads of force into his fingertips in an instant. Without any large movement, his fingers, bunched into the shape of a crane's beak, shot out within that tiny space like a sharp arrow or a spear released from its string!
"Pfft!"
The obese man felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if pierced by a spear. His skin was punctured, leaving a bloody hole, and his internal organs were pulverized. His entire mountain-like body was pushed back several steps by the sheer force of the blow.
"Cough, cough, cough... you..." The obese man clutched his stomach in agony, coughing violently as blood spilled from his mouth. His physique, capable of resisting all manner of heavy blows, was as fragile as paper before Su Hao!
This was the "Crane Cry Force" of the Crane Form Fist. Its characteristic was "inch-force," capable of erupting with devastating destructive power within a tiny space!
"Shing!"
The moment Su Hao dealt with the obese man, a faint sound of wind rose behind him. It was Kuang Fei. He had no intention of observing martial arts etiquette; while Su Hao was engaged with the obese man, he had quietly circled to Su Hao's blind spot and struck suddenly, a palm-blade slashing toward the back of Su Hao's neck.
Previously, Kuang Fei had intended to capture Su Hao as bait to lure out the missing Su Yu. However, the combat prowess Su Hao displayed was too astonishing, completely defying logic; two First Refinement Martial Artists had been crushed by him in an instant.
Now, Kuang Fei had no intention of taking him alive. If he held back, there was no telling who would end up dead!
"Shing!"
This fierce and sharp palm-blade slashed at the back of Su Hao's neck, but it passed straight through—it had only struck an afterimage. The moment before the blade hit, Su Hao's body moved with the lightness of a crane taking flight, slipping out of Kuang Fei's range in a heartbeat and causing the strike to miss.
Su Hao landed gracefully, the torchlight on the ground casting flickering shadows of the two men confronting each other in the cave.
"Such fast movement technique!"
Kuang Fei was secretly alarmed.
In the darkness, Su Hao's eyes shone with a startling brilliance. He locked onto Kuang Fei, his voice ethereal: "Use your full strength. I hope you can bring me some surprises!"
The obese man and Zhang Wenxuan were both at the First Refinement stage, but in Su Hao's eyes, their strength was limited; defeating them had required neither difficulty nor pressure.
"You arrogant brat! You dare act so high and mighty? Do you think you're stronger than me?"
Kuang Fei was instantly enraged. Veins bulged on his forehead. As a prominent figure in the Flying Cloud Gang, he held a high position and considered himself a man of consequence, yet this youth looked down on him. He would make this ignorant boy know what a true powerhouse was!
"Boom!"
Kuang Fei's heart began to beat heavily, driving his Blood Energy to circulate at high speed. A thick, surging wave of Blood Energy erupted from him. Unlike the obese man or Zhang Wenxuan, Kuang Fei's Blood Energy was far more profound; threads of it even seeped out from his skin and pores, manifesting like a mist or a gauze garment covering his entire body!
"Hmm? This is... 'Blood Veil'?"
Seeing this, Su Hao could not help but feel curious and surprised.
In the martial arts of this world, the mainstream path was to cultivate Blood Energy and temper the physique; Blood Energy was the foundation of a martial artist.
According to Su Hao's knowledge, Blood Energy was graded by strength. When Blood Energy first emerges, like in people such as Su Hu, one can drive it to briefly push physical functions beyond their limits, but that is merely the initial manifestation.
If one progresses further and the Blood Energy undergoes a transformation, one can achieve the external release of Blood Energy when pushed to the limit, revealing an anomaly like a blood-red mist or a gauze garment. This is the realm of the Blood Veil.
It is said that if Blood Energy can be continuously refined and grown, one can reach realms such as Blood Smoke, Blood Dragon, or Blood Furnace, revealing even more profound and mysterious changes!