Huang Yong's expression was extremely serious.
From the battle just now, these two fellows were truly intent on fighting to the death.
Huang Yong looked at Chen Shanhe and complained, "Brother Chen, this is a bit unfair. I never agreed to fight to the death."
Chen Shanhe smiled faintly and said, "What you say is true, Brother Huang. You can leave now."
"..."
Huang Yong was speechless. The fight had reached this point, and he could just leave?
Was he trying to fool a three-year-old?
On the other side, Nanjing Shuo looked at Haotian Quan and couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn it, Brother Hao, you're going all out from the start. That's fierce."
Haotian Quan stared at Chen Shanhe and the two of them, coldly stating, "If you don't cut the grass at the root, it will grow back with the spring breeze. We absolutely cannot let the tiger return to its mountain. These two must be eliminated today."
Nanjing Shuo nodded without speaking.
Once the arrow is shot from the bow, there is no turning back. Things had come to this, and they had to kill these two.
Seeing their desperate stance, Chen Shanhe said, "Brother Huang, if we don't get serious, we'll all die here."
"I understand."
As soon as Huang Yong finished speaking, he suddenly shouted, "Tian Xue Ji Tan, all corpses, obey my command, rise!"
Suddenly, the ground began to crack, and countless white skeletons crawled out.
Looking at these skeletons that suddenly emerged from the ground, Nanjing Shuo asked Haotian Quan beside him, "Brother Hao, what do you think of Huang Yong's strength?"
Haotian Quan immediately understood Nanjing Shuo's meaning and said, "Among us few, Huang Yong's strength is probably the weakest."
Among these four, Huang Yong was the latest to join the Black List.
Black List experts were generally similar in strength, but Huang Yong was different.
This was because he was a corpse handler.
Corpse handlers themselves were not strong; they basically relied on raising corpses to fight.
Huang Yong probably hadn't prepared sufficiently for this trip.
Under these circumstances, taking down Huang Yong should not be a problem.
Of course, Haotian Quan was referring to his own ability. As for the others, he wasn't sure.
"Alright, I'll hold off Chen Shanhe. You quickly deal with Huang Yong, and then we'll join forces to deal with Chen Shanhe."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nanjing Shuo thrust his spear towards Chen Shanhe.
Haotian Quan, on the other hand, charged directly at Huang Yong.
Although the surroundings were filled with dense skeletons, for Haotian Quan, they were just one punch each.
Nanjing Shuo was the first to reach Chen Shanhe, thrusting his long spear with an unstoppable momentum.
Chen Shanhe dared not be careless. He took a step back, retreating four meters to create distance.
Nanjing Shuo had climbed onto the Black List relying on his masterful spear skills.
Although he usually had a smiling face and acted as a peacemaker, the souls he had killed numbered at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.
Everyone had different fighting methods. The Chen family of Miao territory was famous throughout the land for their Gu worms.
Compared to close combat, they preferred to attack from a distance using Gu worms.
Chen Shanhe continuously flicked his sleeves, sending Gu worms flying towards Nanjing Shuo.
Nanjing Shuo, however, parried them with his spear. For a time, the two fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.
At the same time, Haotian Quan punched through the skeletons in front of him and arrived before Huang Yong.
Seeing Haotian Quan approach, Huang Yong quickly retreated to create distance.
He didn't want to go head-to-head with this guy.
He knew how hard this guy's fists were.
Haotian Quan was called the strongest in the mortal world precisely because of his invincible close combat skills.
If it came to spells, Haotian Quan was definitely no match for Huang Yong, and he couldn't even compare to some second-rate sects.
But what did that matter? Weren't his fists enough?
What need was there for spells?
There was nothing that couldn't be solved with one punch; if there was, then two punches would do.
Haotian Quan naturally understood what Huang Yong was scheming. He stomped his foot, lunged forward, and reached Huang Yong. Terrifying energy gathered in his hand, and then he clenched his fist and slammed it out.
"Mang Quan First Style, Instant Kill!"
As his fist shot out, an energy wave surged towards Huang Yong.
The moment the energy was unleashed, it actually transformed into a fierce tiger.
The energy fluctuations emanating from this fierce tiger directly caused Huang Yong's facial skin to ripple.
"What kind of power is this?"
Huang Yong marveled inwardly. Then, a layer of granular water droplets, the color of meat soup, covered his entire body.
Bang!
The fierce tiger energy hit Huang Yong squarely. A gust of force surged outwards, cracking the ground with its terrifying energy, and pieces of cement the size of a palm flew everywhere.
Nanjing Shuo and Chen Shanhe, afraid of being caught in the blast, tacitly retreated.
The trees in the small grove were all snapped by this terrifying power.
Thump... thump...
Only the sound of trees falling could be heard.
Dust filled the entire open space in front of the dormitory building.
Nanjing Shuo looked towards the location of Haotian Quan and the two, his heart filled with surprise.
The power of this punch had exceeded his imagination.
Let alone Huang Yong, even he himself would be severely injured, if not killed, by this blow.
Chen Shanhe's face was filled with shock. Huang Yong couldn't possibly withstand that punch.
It seemed he was likely in grave danger.
As the dust settled, the ground where Huang Yong stood had sunk more than half a meter deep, with a diameter of more than ten meters.
Haotian Quan let out a long sigh of relief, his clenched fist slowly relaxing.
That last punch had drained one-fifth of his internal energy.
Wasn't Huang Yong also out of combat power?
"Master Hao is truly formidable. If I hadn't quickly used my life-saving spell, I would have been in grave danger from that punch."
Ten meters away from the deep pit, Huang Yong stood unharmed, without a single scratch, not even his clothes were torn.
"What!"
Haotian Quan's face was filled with disbelief. "This is impossible!"
Nanjing Shuo and Chen Shanhe were also incredulous.
That last strike had definitely hit Huang Yong, but why was he unharmed?
This made no sense. Even a life-saving magical artifact wouldn't be this effective.
"Could it be...!?"
Nanjing Shuo suddenly thought of something and exclaimed, "The secret technique of the corpse handlers, the Ghost Blood Bead?"
Haotian Quan was also somewhat taken aback, but then he reconsidered.
The only thing that could withstand his punch and remain unharmed was the Ghost Blood Bead of the corpse handlers.
Corpse handlers dealt with the dead. Besides refining and raising corpses, their ultimate skill lay in various spells related to corpses.
And the Ghost Blood Bead was the most powerful spell of the corpse handlers.
The Ghost Blood Bead could replicate a body identical to one's own.
This replicated body was indistinguishable from the original, including its strength.
However, the only drawback was that it lacked vitality.
But its terrifying aspect was that the soul could enter that replicated body.
In simple terms, it meant a person having two bodies.
Huang Yong's true body had likely been destroyed just now, and the one he was currently using was merely a replicated body.
However, this replicated body was no different from the true body.