On-the-Spot Breakthrough!

Boom—

The deafening crash echoed through the surroundings.

Every peach tree within a mile had its leaves swept bare by the invisible shockwave, leaving the grove stark and naked, as though autumn had arrived early.

The peach tree that had whipped toward him was like something tossed into a meat grinder, splintering from roots to crown and turning into countless tiny wood chips.

Countless tiny wooden spikes were still embedded backward in the exposed black muscles of the headless corpse, yet even after being smashed by a peach tree, it was like a death warrior who feared no death. The instant it landed, it charged at Chu He once more.

Chu He had long been infuriated by its relentless pursuit. The two collided savagely amid the peach grove again, trading fists in a vicious brawl.

The man and the monster were like two primitive beasts locked in mortal combat. Their moves were brutal; fists, elbows, feet, and knees all became weapons of slaughter.

Wherever they passed, broken branches and shattered trees lay everywhere, leaving devastation as far as the eye could see.

Under the bright moonlight, black and gold intertwined. They exchanged nearly a hundred blows, with neither victory nor defeat in sight, their strengths impossible to distinguish.

The headless corpse's rapid regeneration gave Chu He a terrible headache. Yet the golden film formed by his Golden Bell Shield was backed by qi and blood far beyond that of ordinary people; exhausting Chu He's qi and blood was no easy matter either.

Suddenly, the headless corpse retreated sharply.

Just as Chu He thought it could do nothing to him and was about to give up—

The black lines in its muscles began to boil. One after another, they detached from its body, turning into countless afterimages as they shot toward Chu He.

Clang clang clang!

Brilliant sparks bloomed like fireworks lighting up the darkness, bursting with blinding radiance.

At that moment, Chu He sensed that something was wrong.

Looking down, he found that those black threads were like drills, twisting frantically as they tried to bore through his golden film.

To Chu He, this was nothing but useless effort.

Until...

"Moo—"

The headless corpse, which had made no sound until now, uttered its first syllable from the severed stump of its neck. Strange ripples spread through the air.

That bizarre syllable seemed to be a special switch. His rapidly circulating qi and blood actually began to stagnate, while strands of strange chill emerged from every part of his body, like dumping a mountain of ice into boiling water.

If there was enough ice, even boiling water would freeze...

The next instant, Chu He's body trembled, and his face turned pale.

Pain! Pain that stabbed straight into his marrow!

Every part of his body throbbed with piercing agony, as if he were being slowly sliced apart, as though ants were gnawing into his bones.

The icy chill was like steel needles, darting through every corner of his body.

Only then did Chu He realize that every punch the headless corpse had landed on him had carried something extra—a trace of imperceptible cold.

That strange syllable had merely been the horn sounding the final assault!

Chu He staggered back several steps, his chest tight and his breath short. A mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out, while his entire body burned as if it had been splashed with chili water.

His clothes had long since been shattered by the impacts on his burly frame. Thick blood seeped from every pore, but his skin radiated such intense heat that each drop turned into faint blood mist the moment it emerged.

Those threads were like parasites crawling across the surface of the golden film. Once Chu He's qi and blood came to a complete halt, they would surround him like ravenous jackals. That would be the true torment of ten thousand ants devouring his body.

"Cough, cough... Damn it, I took another huge loss!"

Caught off guard and severely wounded, the sense of crisis buried deep within him surged forth, once again stirring Chu He's sensitive nerves.

Endless fury ignited an even purer killing intent in his heart.

"Heh heh... Though you are a variable, you remain within controllable limits." A slit opened in the headless corpse's lower abdomen, releasing a strange laugh. "Tsk tsk... Strength that surges so explosively fast is just as fascinating as the subject of immortality..."

Though the headless corpse had lost most of its threads, it remained burly and upright. An aged soul seemed to be hidden within its split abdomen. With that drake-like rasping voice, how could Chu He fail to guess its identity?

The village chief...

So that old bastard had been controlling the headless corpse all along.

No wonder it was so sinister, planting "mines" in people.

"Once I catch you, I'll uncover your secret."

"You old bastard, at your age, you should lie quietly in your coffin. What are you hopping around out here for? What, trying to prove you're not old?"

The golden film over Chu He's body gradually dimmed, but his gaze grew ever fiercer.

He clenched both fists, his knuckle bones cracking, and ignored the black threads on his body as he lunged toward the headless corpse.

At this point, clearing away the black threads on his surface could no longer save his deteriorating body. His only option was to take a desperate gamble and besiege Wei to rescue Zhao!

The muscles in his arm tensed. Coughing blood, Chu He wrung the utmost strength from his body. In an instant, his fist shot out like a cannonball from its barrel, tearing through the air.

As it struck, the intermittent blood lines across his fist finally connected completely. Fierce baleful aura erupted from his fist.

At this moment, the Red Line Fist had finally reached the beginner stage!

Smack!

The headless corpse neither dodged nor blocked. Chu He's fist punched into its chest, caving in its breastbone and mangling its flesh. The injury was more severe than any it had suffered before.

Yet even so, that irritating voice continued mockingly, "This old man has discovered that you and your master have rather similar temperaments. Even when you know the overall situation has already been decided, you still foolishly try to change it..."

"Shut the hell up!!"

Chu He roared, crimson flickering in his eyes.

If the beginner-stage Red Line Fist was not enough, then he would push it to the first level!

In the blink of an eye, his energy value instantly dropped to zero.

An unbearable numbness spread through the bones of both hands. The thick red tendons in his ten fingers were like red-hot iron wires. Surging, scorching heat enveloped Chu He's fists, and faint crimson flames lit across his knuckles.

"Old bastard, it's time for you to be buried!"

The fist embedded in the headless corpse's chest changed into a claw. The bones and tendons of his five fingers became steel blades, piercing through its chest and abdomen with blazing heat.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

The terrifying heat slowed the black threads' regeneration. Great amounts of cold black smoke billowed up, shrouding several meters around them.

After Chu He broke through to the first level of the Red Line Fist, the slit in its abdomen vanished. Clearly, even the village chief had not expected Chu He to break through in the midst of battle.

It dealt him a devastating blow directly!

The headless corpse immediately pulled away. Upon discovering that its regeneration had slowed, it had no choice but to recall most of the black threads crawling over Chu He's body.

But how could Chu He let it recover as it wished? He charged in with flying steps, the golden light over his body blazing once more as his withered qi and blood was swept clean of its decline.

The breakthrough in the Red Line Fist had greatly enhanced Chu He's qi and blood. It was like a living stream pouring into an entire pond of stagnant water.

The two clashed once again, but Chu He's attacks became even wilder. Tirelessly, like a pile driver, he threw punch after punch.

The scorching heat of every fist could injure the headless corpse.

Just like that sinister chill from before.

Crack—

This punch was especially heavy. Something snapped, though he did not know what.

The headless corpse retreated again. This time, it was finally afraid. Steam rose from its entire body, and the black threads were no longer as nimble as before.

With a sudden burst, it shot away like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

"Trying to run now? Dream on!"

Chu He shouted, stomping his feet viciously into the ground with an overwhelming presence.

Yet even after the other side had vanished from sight, he did not take a single step.

"Phew... I almost died."

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