Gou Zai Wudao Shi Lian Shen

"court death!"

With a roar, Qiu Heixiong launched the first attack.

He stomped his foot, the wet mud exploded, and he charged out like a black bear crashing into a mountain.

The blood energy of the Great Perfection of Blood Transformation surged violently, causing the black bear skin cloak to flutter loudly. The burly body, carrying a ferocious aura that could crush rocks, rushed straight towards Lu Chen.

"Kid!"

Qiu Heixiong lowered his arms, gathering his heart-shattering energy in his palms, his voice ferocious.

"This time, let's see where you run!"

His impact was far superior to their previous encounter on that snowy night.

After his Qi and blood became a river, his Wild Bear Mountain-Smashing Skill truly possessed the imposing aura of a ferocious beast crashing into a mountain. As he charged forward, the bushes and withered branches blocking his path were all shattered, and even the ground was left with deep footprints.

Lu Chen stood on the rocks, his eyes calm.

Only when Qiu Heixiong rushed close and his palms struck with a chilling, heart-wrenching force did he lightly tap his toes.

Whoosh!

The figure vanished suddenly.

Qiu Heixiong slapped the air with both paws, and the strong wind blasted against the rocks.

boom!

The rocks shattered, and fragments of stone flew everywhere.

But Lu Chen was no longer there.

His movements were like a golden ape darting through the forest. He used a protruding rock to leap across, bypassing Qiu Heixiong and landing directly in the bandit group behind him.

"Stop him!"

Qiu Heixiong suddenly turned around, his expression changing drastically.

But it was too late.

The moment Lu Chen's feet touched the ground, his blood and qi surged like a great river, and the Azure Dragon Force flowed through his arms.

He raised his hand and threw a punch.

boom!

The bandit at the front had just raised his knife when he was struck in the chest by a powerful punch, sending him flying backward and knocking over the three men behind him.

Lu Chen didn't stop, his body twisted to avoid the two steel blades that came slashing down, and with a twist of his shoulder and back, he threw another punch.

The azure dragon's power surged into his body.

The bandit's eyes bulged out, his sternum collapsed, and before he could even scream, he collapsed to the ground.

"Surround him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

The bandits roared and charged forward, but in Lu Chen's eyes, they were too slow.

It was as slow as being stuck in mud.

The Golden Ape Legs allowed him to move swiftly among the rocks and forests.

His figure moved erratically, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes in front, sometimes behind. Despite being surrounded by more than a dozen knives, he always managed to slip through a gap just before the blades fell.

And once his fist is thrown, someone will inevitably fall.

boom! boom! boom!

The Azure Dragon Force exploded with punch after punch.

Some bandits had their necks broken.

Some of the bandits had their chests caved in.

In just a few breaths, five or six bandits had fallen in the woods.

Fresh blood stained the damp earth.

Screams rang out one after another.

The bandits who had just been mocking Lu Chen for his boastful words finally changed their expressions.

This is hardly a case of them surrounding and killing Lu Chen.

It was clearly a wolf among sheep; Lu Chen was hunting them!

Qiu Heixiong's eyes widened in horror.

"Damn it!"

He turned and chased after it, striking out with both palms repeatedly, but each time he missed by a step.

Lu Chen didn't confront him directly at all. With the Golden Ape Leg, the mountains and forests were his territory.

Whenever Qiu Heixiong was about to catch up, Lu Chen would step on a tree or flick a stone, instantly escaping the edge of Qiu's palm strike and turning to charge into the crowd on the other side.

"I'm so angry!"

Qiu Heixiong roared, his chest almost bursting with rage.

He had clearly broken through to the Great Perfection of Blood Refinement, yet he was like a clumsy bear being toyed with, only able to watch helplessly as his subordinates were killed one by one by Lu Chen.

Zhao Xiao couldn't hold back any longer.

"Get out of here!"

He shoved aside the bandits in front of him, gripped his axe tightly, roared, and swung it down fiercely towards Lu Chen's side and rear.

This axe blow was extremely powerful; it was his strongest strike after mastering the Lesser Stage of Blood Removal.

The axe blade sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a muffled whistling sound.

"Die!"

Lu Chen had just punched a bandit to the ground and seemed to have no time to dodge.

A sinister smile appeared in Zhao Xiao's eyes.

But the next moment, Lu Chen's ankle twisted slightly.

His body slid past the axe blade as if it were weightless.

Tear!

The axe only managed to cleave the corner of Lu Chen's clothes, slicing off a piece of fabric.

Zhao Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

"not good!"

Lu Chen had already reached him.

too close.

Zhao Xiao was so close that he didn't even have time to retract his axe.

He only saw Lu Chen raise his right fist, the surface of his fist surging with blood and faintly turning red.

"It's your turn."

Lu Chen's voice was calm.

Zhao Xiao roared and tried to abandon his axe and retreat.

But Lu Chen's fist had already landed.

boom!

This punch, with a force of at least three thousand pounds, landed on Zhao Xiao's forehead.

The sound of bones cracking was crisp and piercing.

Zhao Xiao's roar came to an abrupt halt, his head shattering instantly as if struck by a heavy hammer.

His body froze on the spot, and the axe in his hand clattered to the ground.

Then, he fell straight down.

In the forest, all the bandits froze.

The third brother, Xue Sangui, is dead.

The second-in-command, Zhao Xiao, is also dead.

Of the four heroes of Black Wind Stronghold, only Qiu Black Bear remains.

Qiu Heixiong stood not far away, watching Zhao Xiao fall, the ferocity on his face gradually solidifying.

A mountain breeze blows.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

Lu Chen flicked the blood off his fist.

A drop of blood fell and splattered on a withered leaf, slowly spreading.

He slowly turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the remaining bandits around him.

The Black Wind Stronghold members, who had been so fierce just moments before, were now deathly pale, their hands trembling as they gripped their knives.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground.

"I said that."

Lu Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

"You are surrounded."

This time, none of the bandits could laugh.

Lu Chen's gaze was indifferent as he continued, "Originally, if you had surrendered, I might have spared your lives."

"Now……"

He raised his fist, his blood and qi circulated, and a faint layer of blood-red heat emanated from the surface of his fist.

The azure dragon lies dormant within, like a dragon coiled in the abyss.

"You have no chance."

The bandits around them felt a chill run down their spines.

Someone's teeth chattered: "He...he's not human..."

"He's a ghost! He's a ghost!"

Fear spread among the people like a plague.

Qiu Heixiong stared intently at Lu Chen, his powerful blood and qi surging within him, yet a chill ran through his heart.

Last time they fought this kid, they managed a draw.

Now that he has broken through to the Great Perfection of Blood Transformation, his strength has obviously increased greatly, but he still can't catch up with Lu Chen.

Instead, he killed the entire bandit group.

"Who exactly are you?"

Qiu Heixiong asked through gritted teeth.

His voice was hoarse, as if it were being forced out from deep in his throat.

In the mountains and forests, the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger.

The bandits of Black Wind Stronghold dared not advance easily, retreating behind Qiu Heixiong one by one, their hands gripping the knives sweating profusely.

Lu Chen stood among the corpses, his expression calm.

Qiu Heixiong stared intently at him.

A master of blood transfusion.

His boxing skills were perfect.

His legwork was as fast as a ghost.

So young.

Such a person could not possibly be unknown.

"I will not change my name or surname."

Lu Chen raised his head slightly, and his voice rang out clearly through the forest: "My name is Shi Hao."

"Shi Hao?"

Qiu Heixiong's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Shi Hao from the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts School?!"

He had certainly heard of that name.

A month ago, the gathering of heroes in Chixia County caused quite a stir.

Shi Hao, a sixteen-year-old genius from Canglong Martial Arts School, defeated two masters of the Blood-Moving Great Perfection stage from Weiyuan Hall and Qianhe Martial Arts School with his Canglong Tongbei Fist, becoming an unparalleled figure for a time.

Although Qiu Heixiong is based deep in the mountains, Black Wind Village also has spies in the county town.

He was fully aware of every little thing happening in Chixia County.

"You're Shi Hao?"

Qiu Heixiong stared intently at Lu Chen's face; he was indeed a young man, resembling the rumored Shi Hao.

Moreover, the boxing style he used also showed traces of the Canglong Tongbei Fist of the Canglong Martial Arts School.

But Qiu Heixiong felt that something was wrong.

"You can die in peace now that you've died by my fist."

Lu Chen remained noncommittal and approached the bandit group step by step.

The moment he moved his foot, the bandits behind Qiu Heixiong were so frightened that they all retreated. One of them, terrified out of his wits, threw down his knife and ran away.

Qiu Heixiong suddenly realized that the kid in front of him was playing a trick on him.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Qiu Heixiong was so angry that he laughed, and the blood and qi in his palms surged violently.

"I don't care if you're Shi Hao or not, even if you're Qin Wuhe from Canglong Martial Arts School."

"I'm going to tear you apart today!"

He stomped his foot on the ground and charged out like a black bear pouncing on its prey.

Lu Chen stood still, his eyes expressionless.

He only slowly clenched his fist when Qiu Heixiong rushed close.

Qi and blood flow like a river, running through both arms.

The power of the Azure Dragon awakens within the fist.

The next moment, the wind in the mountains suddenly picked up.

Lu Chen threw a punch.

It was as if a dragon had emerged from the abyss.