367: 218 Monsters 367: 218 Monsters Fang Zhixing’s eyes sparkled with a touch of brilliance, his face full of excitement, and he grinned, “Not bad, not bad at all, spot on!
You haven’t disappointed me.
People from noble clans are indeed very strong!”
Before his words had faded, his body had once again swelled in size.
Suddenly, he had grown to a height of three and a half meters!
“You!”
Feng Xinglu’s expression changed drastically, and he was startled, asking in astonishment, “Is this a second transformation?!”
Without hesitation, he instantly unleashed the Black Tiger Divine Power.
The Black Tiger Claw shoved aside the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber, the blade’s edge counter-pressing against Fang Zhixing’s neck.
But he did not notice that Fang Zhixing’s Demon Transformation was not yet over.
Gurgling sounds filled the air~
At Fang Zhixing’s back, right at the coccyx, as if tearing apart, blood gushed out crazily, quickly condensing into a thick blood-colored tentacle.
In the next instant, the blood-colored tentacle shot out from between Fang Zhixing’s legs, suddenly wrapping around Feng Xinglu’s legs.
“Eh?!”
Feng Xinglu was shocked, his body flipped backward, the world spinning around him.
In the blink of an eye, he was suspended in mid-air, about four to five meters high, and then he was violently smashed towards the ground.
Feng Xinglu’s mind tensed, the whooshing of the wind by his ears, the back of his head rushing towards the ground at an extreme speed.
Boom~
The earth shook, dust billowing.
A large pit appeared on the ground.
Feng Xinglu turned his head to find that he was unharmed.
In the nick of time, he had twisted his Black Tiger arm towards the ground, landing on the Black Tiger Claw first, which supported the back of his head, thus avoiding a heavy impact.
Then, a cracking sound emanated from within his body as his legs suddenly shrank, miraculously freeing themselves from the encasing blood-colored tentacle.
“Oh, you can perform the Bone Shrinking technique too?” Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but be surprised.
Feng Xinglu rolled on the ground, and the moment he stood up, he violently swung out the Black Tiger Claw.
Five claw marks swept across the blood-colored tentacle, ripping five bloody gashes.
But the blood-colored tentacle still plummeted down, striking Feng Xinglu’s head with a heavy blow.
Feng Xinglu’s whole body suddenly sank, his feet buried in the mud, buried up to his knees.
Before he could leap back up, his body was once again entangled and constricted by the blood-colored tentacle.
Fortunately, he managed to pull out his right arm in time, swung around the Black Tiger Claw, and stabbed it forcefully.
Squelch~
A large amount of blood sprayed out.
The Black Tiger Claw pierced deeply into the blood-colored tentacle.
Feng Xinglu couldn’t help but rejoice.
He instantly judged that Fang Zhixing’s blood-colored tentacle was merely flesh and blood, with limited defense, unable to withstand his Black Tiger Claw.
“Haha!”
Feng Xinglu’s morale surged, and with ferocious strength erupting, he stirred the Black Tiger Claw, tearing open a large gash, and blood poured out wildly.
At this sight, Xigou couldn’t help but have his pupils contract.
Feng Xinglu was deserving of his status as a noble clan warrior in the Nine Ox Realm, too powerful, far stronger than the likes of Gu Jingzhang, the disparity in strength clearly visible to the naked eye.
Fang Zhixing, on the run until now, finally met a tough opponent.
Of course, this was also the first time Fang Zhixing officially clashed with a Nine Ox Realm noble clan.
Just how strong the Nine Ox Realm noble clans were was unknown until they fought, and the fight was startling.
However, Xigou knew Fang Zhixing had a blood-sucking trump card but hadn’t used it yet.
As for why not…
Xigou understood Fang Zhixing all too well.
At this moment, Fang Zhixing was testing the strength gap between himself and the Nine Ox Realm noble clans.
From these two rounds of fighting, it was clear that Fang Zhixing, who had achieved Perfection in the First Stage of Demon Transformation, was the suppressed party.
Fang Zhixing remained calm and composed, his blood-colored tentacles were severely injured, and he could feel the real pain.
He gritted his teeth and bore it, with no change of expression on his face, as if the blood-colored tentacle had nothing to do with him.
“What is this thing?
Hahaha, you call this Demon Transformation?”
Feng Xinglu laughed hideously, his Black Tiger Claw taking advantage of the momentum to pursue and attempt to strike the blood-colored tentacle with several more claws, intending to completely tear it apart.
But to his surprise, the blood-colored tentacle could still move, and did so rapidly, suddenly lashing out and striking him.
Boom!
Feng Xinglu was sent flying, and after landing, he felt a stuffiness in his chest.
He looked up and took a closer look, his expression involuntarily revealing a hint of astonishment.
The blood-colored tentacle was repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wounds were quickly healing as if they had never been.
Feng Xinglu gasped, only then realizing the tricky nature of the blood-colored tentacle.
This scene, witnessed by the three Shen family members, also made their expressions change dramatically, and they couldn’t help but start discussing.
“Hmm, interesting,” noted Shen Jinsong with a slightly solemn expression, analyzing, “The essence of Fang Maofu’s Demon Transformation actually focuses on the blood.
This is a difficult form of Demon Transformation, somewhat reminiscent of Demon Technique.”
Shen Yubai replied, “Dad, are you suggesting that Fang Maofu’s Demon Transformation can heal indefinitely, making it indestructible?”
Shen Jinsong shook his head and said, “There’s nothing indestructible in this world.
I suspect Fang Maofu’s blood-colored tentacle isn’t healing fast so much as it is taking minor damage, after all, it is formed from blood, and the force that penetrates it is likely causing very little injury.”
Shen Yuren nodded and said, “When the blood-colored tentacle was injured, Fang Maofu seemed not to feel the pain, which suggests that his Demon Transformation isn’t quite mature.
The thing he transforms into is actually separate from his main body.”
Shen Yubai realized, “Hmm, like a gecko’s tail that can be dropped and discarded at any time.”
Shen Jinsong nodded slightly, derisively saying, “A form that can be discarded at any time is fairly limited in power, and this completely contradicts the purpose of Demon Transformation, which is to increase battle strength.
Fang Maofu has created a useless tentacle that is doomed to insignificance.”
Shen Yubai deeply agreed, nodding, “Fang Maofu must be using up quite a bit of energy to heal his injuries each time.
At this rate, his defeat is certain.”
Shen Yuren added, “Actually, if Feng Xinglu gets close to Fang Zhixing’s body, he could immediately kill him.”
Shen Jinsong laughed and said, “Feng Xinglu seems to want to show off his strength and strut his stuff by choosing a frontal attack.
It’s a clash of brute force.”
While the three were conversing, Fang Zhixing suddenly moved.
He burst out all at once, running quickly, while the blood-colored tentacle whipped and swirled around, sometimes smashing towards Feng Xinglu, sometimes sweeping past.
Seeing this, Feng Xinglu immediately moved in pursuit, weaving and dodging, his Black Tiger Claw seeking opportunities to swipe and release visible claw marks with each motion.
The blood-colored tentacle was incredibly agile, avoiding most of the claw shadows and only revealing a bloodstain when occasionally hit.
Boom!
Feng Xinglu was once again struck by the blood-colored tentacle, his body flying diagonally and somersaulting in mid-air before crashing to the ground.
Immediately, he swung his Black Tiger Claw, releasing a flurry of claw shadows.
As expected, Fang Zhixing once again commanded the blood-colored tentacle to sweep forward.
*Puff puff puff~*
Blood-colored tentacles were suddenly marred with numerous gashes.
But as the blood-colored tentacles constricted, they also caught Feng Xinglu, wrapping around him.
“Haha, what can you do to me?”
Feng Xinglu shrank his body into a compact space and swung the Black Tiger Claw down fiercely once again.
The Black Tiger Claw was incredibly sharp, piercing deep into the flesh.
“Is that all…”
Feng Xinglu yanked harshly, tearing open the blood-colored tentacle and creating a large gash, almost ripping the tentacle in half.
But in the next instant, the gushing blood suddenly dispersed, and a large saber was unexpectedly thrust in.
*Puff!*
Feng Xinglu’s face turned ashen as he looked down to see the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber buried in his stomach, with blood quickly flowing out.
Fang Zhixing held the saber with both hands, in a half-crouched posture; his left hand gripping the hilt, while his right was braced on the end of the handle, continuously applying force, pushing the blade further and further into the flesh.
“You are indeed strong.
Relying only on the blood-colored tentacles, I would not have been able to defeat you.
It would have been an even fight at best.
But I also have the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber,” Fang Zhixing said coldly.
“You, you…”
Feng Xinglu’s expression was one of agony, and he cursed his luck internally.
Before this point, Fang Zhixing had been using the blood-colored tentacles for ranged attacks—swift and fierce—causing him to be too busy defending to get close.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhixing had taken the initiative, suddenly appearing by his side and severely wounding him with a strike!
Feng Xinglu panicked, his left hand gripping the back of the blade as he once again lifted the Black Tiger Claw.
But the blood-colored tentacles suddenly extended over, wrapping around his right arm.
Fang Zhixing violently twisted the handle, stirring the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber viciously inside Feng Xinglu’s stomach, rapidly enlarging the wound and causing blood to flow out in torrents.
“Die!”
Fang Zhixing stepped back, pulling out the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber, bringing forth even more blood.
Almost simultaneously, the tip of the blood-colored tentacle lunged swiftly at Feng Xinglu’s stomach.
“What are you doing?”
Feng Xinglu changed color in horror, a chill running down his spine.
In the next second, he watched wide-eyed as the blood-colored tentacle burrowed into his belly.
“Aaaah~”
Heart-wrenching pain immediately overwhelmed him!
Feng Xinglu was in so much pain that he couldn’t breathe; it made his entire body unresponsive.
The blood-colored tentacle charged through his body, squeezing his internal organs, drilling into his stomach, following the esophagus, and emerging from his mouth.
Feng Xinglu’s body convulsed violently, bleeding from every orifice, his face overtaken by boundless terror.
Soon after, he stopped moving.
“Ah, this~”
The three from the Shen Family were completely stiff, their eyes bulging.
In their subconscious, Feng Xinglu, like them, was part of the noble class.
Thus, it was impossible for Feng Xinglu to lose to Fang Zhixing.
The question was, how would he win, and how long would it take to end the fight.
They never expected…
“Did Feng Xinglu mess this up?”
Shen Yubai was incredulous and in disbelief.
Shen Yuren also found it hard to believe, hesitatingly said, “Even the best horse stumbles.
That weapon in Fang Maofu’s hand is Third Level, isn’t it?
Feng Xinglu was careless!”
Shen Jinsong’s brows furrowed slightly, clucking his tongue and said, “No, even if Feng Xinglu was careless, Fang Maofu shouldn’t have had the ability to kill a Nine Ox Realm noble!”
Shen Yubai asked in shock, “Father, what are you saying?”
Shen Jinsong inhaled deeply, his teeth clenched as he said, “What a Fang Maofu, playing the pig to eat the tiger.
This young man is a master; we all underestimated him!”
Shen Yubai and Shen Yuren could not help but exchange glances.
As noble masters, they only ever saw their peers as worthy opponents.
A mere Fang Maofu, a lackey raised by the Luo Family, wasn’t worth their mobilization or serious consideration.
The reason they sent three from the Shen Family wasn’t really to deal with Fang Maofu, but rather to take care of the person protecting him.
They were convinced that there was someone behind Fang Maofu.
Gu Jingzhang had died at that person’s hand.
This deep-seated arrogance made it difficult for them to accept the situation at hand.
Shen Jinsong, however, seriously warned, “Gu Jingzhang, three Vice Sect Leaders of the Black Tiger Sect, all dead.
One time might be an accident, but it can’t always be an accident.”
At these words, Shen Yubai and Shen Yuren’s breathing hitched, and they couldn’t help but seriously look at Fang Zhixing.
Almost at the same moment, Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, slowly turning around and coldly looking at the three from the Shen Family, saying coldly, “Why don’t you all come at me together.”
Shen Jinsong’s expression turned grave as he stepped forward, sword in hand, instructing, “Don’t hold back; give it your all.
You two, restrain the blood-colored tentacles.
I will attack his main body.”
“Understood!”
Shen Yubai and Shen Yuren dashed out, one to the left and one to the right.
Shen Jinsong moved quickly towards Fang Zhixing, his tone serious, “Fang Maofu, after your continuous battles, how much strength do you still have?”
Before his words even fell, the old man took a long breath, his body trembling slightly, a faint flow of Qi surrounding his skin.
Fang Zhixing’s brow furrowed, and he immediately activated the Red Blood Pupil.
With just one look, he saw Shen Jinsong’s Qi-Blood surging unstoppably, strands of Qi-Blood force merging with the air and quickly converging to his long sword.
“Could it be?”
Fang Zhixing’s mind stirred, and the blood-colored tentacles wound in front of him.
Shen Jinsong let out a hearty laugh, drawing his sword from its scabbard.
*Swoosh!*
In an instant, a sharp burst of Sword Qi sprayed out, creating a visible arc of Sword Qi that struck at Fang Zhixing.
*Spurting sounds~*
The blood-colored tentacles were instantly slashed into two halves.
“Sword Qi?!”
Fang Zhixing thought it confirmed his suspicion.
The Shen Family’s Broken Water Sword Skill lived up to its fame; its Secret Skill of Demon Transformation released the body’s Qi, forming it into Sword Qi.
“Impressive!”
Fang Zhixing’s lips slightly curled up, and he placed the blood-colored tentacles on the ground.
*Gurgling~*