Chapter 79

"Y-You..."

Zhou Lu stood there, dumbfounded, his head raised, his hand trembling as he pointed, as if he had been frightened to the point of immobility.

On the altar, Hong Xiuluo's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest.

The power of the Ghost Shadow Clan's ultimate technique was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. No one could dodge that claw strike head-on. The endless follow-up moves contained in that single claw strike had already blocked all the fat man's escape routes. Hong Xiuluo could see that the fat man wasn't unable to dodge; rather, he simply had no way to avoid it.

Hong Xiuluo didn't know why she was so worried about the fat man. Was it because if the fat man died, she would have no better fate?

Watching the fat man, whose facial muscles were twitching, helplessly standing there with his fists clenched, unable to dodge, Hong Xiuluo broke out in a sweat. She wished she had a rope in her hand to pull the fat man out from under the claw strike.

Night Liuhuo's claw strike, accompanied by a whistling wind, was upon him in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Night Liuhuo's claw strike was too close. At this distance, no movement could escape from the claw strike of the Ghost Shadow technique. Night Liuhuo didn't even need to prepare for a change in direction or a different move; there was no time, and no need. All he had to do was grab down with all his might.

A sharp wind, the claw tips gleaming with a metallic luster, stabbed straight at Zhou Lu's head.

"Die..."

Night Liuhuo roared.

At the cave entrance, the guards and Feng Mei were all in despair. Did the fat man walk in so casually just to be clawed to death for revenge?

If that was his purpose, he had succeeded.

Hong Xiuluo was also in despair, ready to close her eyes in resignation.

At this moment, the fat man, who had been frightened stiff, his facial muscles twitching violently, suddenly moved.

Just as the two sharp claws were about to touch Zhou Lu's body and grab down with force, the fat man's feet shifted, and he suddenly spun 360 degrees, like a whirlwind, causing the two claw shadows to brush past him.

No one could describe the strange and smooth nature of this spinning move. Hong Xiuluo only saw a blur, and Night Liuhuo's two claw shadows had already missed.

The Third Chief, due to the force of his own attack, suddenly plummeted, his eyes wide with shock.

In the midst of his spinning, Zhou Lu's fat legs kicked out with lightning speed, a terrifying gray shadow, the whip kick striking the Third Chief's chest as he pounced from the air.

With a sickening thud, the Third Chief was sent flying a dozen feet away, his feet sliding backward for a long distance, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

In everyone's eyes, the fat man's lightning-fast move was almost instantaneous, a blur of movement. The fat man lunged forward, his claws like iron hooks, tearing five deep, bone-deep wounds across Night Liuhuo's chest, followed by a side elbow strike, the elbow tip hammering into Night Liuhuo's chest.

Then, the fat man's leg performed a flashy old tree root move, tripping Night Liuhuo, and Zhou Lu's elbow strike immediately turned into an uppercut, striking Night Liuhuo's chin. Night Liuhuo, his lower body unstable, fell backward, and Zhou Lu stepped forward with a vicious uppercut...

"Bang," the punch struck Night Liuhuo's face, nearly popping his eyeballs out. Night Liuhuo screamed in pain, his body flying backward like a broken sack, crashing into the mountain wall three zhang away.

Night Liuhuo's entire skeletal structure was almost shattered, his ribs broken in several places, his strong chest deflating like a punctured balloon, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

The guards at the cave entrance were all stunned, and Hong Xiuluo on the altar gaped in disbelief, her beautiful face filled with astonishment at the fat man's lewd punches.

"Is this fat man possessed by a demon?"

These moves were swift and fierce, like a storm, not allowing Night Liuhuo a moment to catch his breath. In an instant, the proud Third Chief was beaten to a bloody pulp by the fat man's lewd moves.

The fat man, once he gained the upper hand, beat the living daylights out of Night Liuhuo.

Night Liuhuo was dazed.

He looked as if he had been scratched by a hag, his eye sockets swollen, his mouth torn by the fat man's "dirty hands," nearly reaching his ears.

No one could describe Night Liuhuo's shock, anger, and humiliation. He panted heavily.

A fat man he considered utterly insignificant, a scum he planned to toy with, suddenly appeared before him, completely ignoring his Ghost Shadow martial arts, and beat him so badly that he couldn't hold his head up in front of everyone.

For the proud Night Liuhuo, this was a profound humiliation.

Zhou Lu was still charging forward, cursing as he went:

"Little bastard, your wings have grown so hard you don't even recognize your father? You dare to talk back after a few insults? If I don't beat you to death today, I'll be sorry to your mother."

"You..."

Night Liuhuo was almost driven to the brink of fury.

The mine was silent. Feng Mei, with her round face, and the guards, including Dao Ge, gaped in shock, unable to close their mouths.

The world had gone mad.

The fat man was such a fierce character.

He could even beat the Third Chief in seconds. Was he, perhaps, on par with the Chief? But why would such a fierce person be content to become an unknown soldier in Black Whisker Mountain?

Dao Ge remembered how they had mocked the fat man during their gambling sessions, and his heart ached.

However, no one knew that Zhou Lu was now filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, his blood boiling. He was almost giddy with joy.

Zhou Lu had only recently achieved the Savage Qi Vortex and ten Savage Meridians, about two or three months ago. In secret, the fat man had trained himself in a frenzied manner, especially after entering the Savage Wilderness, where he faced life-and-death pressure every day. To survive, he would practice all the martial techniques he knew, using the ten Savage Meridians to control and repeat them over and over.

Now, the operation of the ten Savage Meridians was almost instinctive for him.

In the past, Zhou Lu's strength was low, and with his cowardly nature, he never engaged in real combat with high-level hunters. Therefore, he didn't know how strong he had become. Before entering the mine, he had learned through various channels just how terrifying the Ghost Shadow Clan's young master was.

When he entered the mine, Zhou Lu was still anxious, but once he started, he suddenly realized that all those ultimate techniques and skills were nothing but trash under the ten Savage Meridians.

Ten Savage Meridians, that was the power of a peak hunter. No matter how strong Night Liuhuo was, he was still far from the ranks of high-level, top-level, and peak hunters.

With the ten Savage Meridians controlling his body, any technique in Zhou Lu's hands could be transformed into something miraculous.

When Night Liuhuo's claws struck, Zhou Lu could clearly sense that he could control the entire battle. The sense of control made the fat man ecstatic. He realized he was such a powerful person.

Zhou Lu was excited, and his cowardly and ruthless nature was once again revealed.

Since the pervert couldn't beat him, why wouldn't Zhou Lu beat a fallen dog? With his first move, Zhou Lu's lewd combination of punches left the Third Chief completely disoriented.