The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 45 Inhuman
Once, twice, three times... countless times.

The memories of repeatedly practicing the "Eight Extremes Bone Forging Technique" seemed to transform into streaks of light and shadow that overlapped with Fu Juemin's figure, rapidly fusing into his blood and marrow.

With each infusion, Fu Juemin's body swelled a little, and his aura became more powerful.

His eyes were slightly closed, immersed in the wonderful dizzying feeling brought about by the rapid increase in his strength.

"call--"

The colorful dress, covered in red cloth and fluttering in the wind, finally landed on the ground.

The man in colorful clothes had a grim face, with a dark red stain on his collar. His left arm hung limply, and drops of blood dripped from his fingertips onto the bluestone slab.

He was shot twice, once in the chest and once in the arm.

The bullet was embedded in the flesh and lodged in the bone, but for a martial artist who had already broken through the blood barrier, it was not yet fatal.

What he found truly unacceptable was that he had been thoroughly outmaneuvered by a prey he had initially thought he could easily capture and manipulate.

While the other party was making fun of him, they even went so far as to make hurtful remarks about his appearance.

The mockery and contempt in the other person's eyes at the moment the gun went off were far more hurtful than the bullet itself.

"hiss--"

The man in colorful clothes took a deep breath, and as he did so, the wounds all over his body contracted, and the bleeding stopped.

He pushed off with his feet, his body shooting like an arrow, heading straight for the figure in the distance that he hated to the core.

The figure was now half-bent over, head slightly lowered, and seemed to have grown a full size larger than before.

The man in colorful clothes didn't notice this; all his attention was focused on the other man's right hand holding the revolver.

Seeing that the ejected cartridge was empty, he felt a little relieved.

While remaining wary of the possibility of another hidden gun, their murderous intent surged as they rapidly approached.

"Young Master Fu, we'll see you off now!"

The distance between the two closed rapidly.

Twenty steps, fifteen steps, ten steps
The moment the man in colorful clothes closed within five steps of Fu Juemin, Fu Juemin, who was half-lowered, suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide in front of the man in colorful clothes.

An invisible wind quietly arose between the two.

The man in colorful clothes had icy eyes. He reached out with his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, tearing through the air as he aimed straight for Fu Juemin's throat.

Faced with this attack, Fu Juemin did not retreat but advanced, taking a step forward and raising his arms like whips, striking his opponent left and right with incredible speed.

The man in colorful clothes remained unmoved and even chuckled.

"I almost forgot, Young Master Fu is also a martial arts practitioner, hehe."

Beneath the fluttering colorful sleeves, the man in colorful clothes swiftly extended his other hand, accurately blocking Fu Juemin's fists.

The reaction speed and ability of a Blood Gate martial artist are far superior to those of a martial artist who has not yet broken through the Blood Gate.

Just like that kid who used two swords to fight with Tongbei, even though he also practiced blood cultivation, in his eyes he was still as weak as a child.

The man in colorful clothes continued his attack with his right claw. In just half a second, he could grab Fu Juemin's neck and hold him in his palm like a chick.

He could almost hear the beautiful sound of the other person's neck breaking.

The reaction time was too slow. The speed and power were completely out of sync.
Just as the man in colorful clothes was about to touch Fu Juemin with his right hand, Fu Juemin's body suddenly twisted at an odd angle as if it were soft and boneless, narrowly avoiding the man's deadly claw!
"what?!"

The man in colorful clothes was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he heard a series of fine, popping sounds like popping beans, and the crisp sound of his suit buttons popping off one after another.

Suddenly, Fu Juemin's body swelled up, muscles bulging from his waist and back, and beneath his suit, it seemed as if a giant python was coiling and climbing along his spine...

The man in colorful clothes only saw a blur before Fu Juemin forcefully pulled him into his arms. The Black Spirit Shakes the Mountain!

"boom!"

As if struck in the chest by a massive hammer, the man in colorful clothes was instantly lifted off the ground, his eyes bulging out. Accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground more than ten meters away.

"you"

The man in colorful clothes collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood and foam from his mouth. At this moment, his face was filled with shock and horror.

At this moment, in his field of vision, wisps of black mist seemed to rise from behind Fu Juemin, gradually outlining the silhouette of a dark, black snake, whose blood-red eyes were coldly staring at him.

"You are not human."

The man in colorful clothes pointed at Fu Juemin while spitting out blood.

"I don't like this kind of evaluation."

Fu Juemin exhaled a breath of stale air, casually loosened his slightly tight collar, and walked step by step toward the man in colorful clothes.

【Eight Extremes Bone Forging Technique (Mastery: Attack +6, Defense +6)】

The Eight Extremes Bone Forging Technique at its peak level directly increases both of its attributes by 3 points.

At this moment, not only did his strength leap to the Great Perfection of the Bone Forging Realm, but his [Attack] also increased to a height of 13 points in one go, and the strength of his arms increased by an unknown amount.

Under such attacks, combined with his talent [Soft Bones], he unleashed the "Black Spirit Shakes the Mountain" move, yet the man in colorful clothes did not die on the spot. The resilience of the Blood Gate Martial Artist once again refreshed his understanding.

While calming his turbulent blood, Fu Juemin tore open the lining of his suit jacket and took out spare bullets from a specially sewn hidden pocket, loading them one by one into the cylinder of his revolver.

Ever since the last bandit incident, he has made a point of preparing extra bullets every time he goes out.

"Click——"

With a crisp click, the reel returned to its place, and Fu Juemin walked up to the man in colorful clothes.

He raised his gun, aimed, and without the slightest hesitation, pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A shot was fired, sending up a cluster of bluestone fragments—the man in colorful clothes had vanished from the spot.

Fu Juemin raised his hand and fired another shot, but could only watch helplessly as the woman in colorful clothes was pulled rapidly by invisible threads, and with a "whoosh," she disappeared into the base of the red cloth wall.

"So hard to kill?!"

Fu Juemin frowned, walked quickly to the spot where the man in colorful clothes had fled, raised his hand and pressed the iron net on the red cloth wall. He subconsciously raised his revolver, but when he saw the large number of people moving behind the red cloth, he put it down.

He thought for a moment, then simply put away his revolver. Beneath his suit, his muscles and bones rippled and flowed like mercury, subtly bulging.
When the muscles in his arms bulged so much that they almost tore the sleeves completely, Fu Juemin's ten fingers, like iron hooks, gripped the mesh and pulled hard!
"collapse--"

The sharp crack of the wire snapping and a chorus of screams and howls of pain exploded at the same time!

The entire red cloth wall trembled violently and collapsed with a crash.

Fu Juemin strode across the "red wall" and immediately saw seven or eight strong men kneeling or lying down, all raising their hands, which were cut open and bleeding from the barbed wire, and howling in pain.

"call--"

Suddenly a figure flew across and crashed into a nearby crowd.

Fu Juemin turned his head and saw Cao Tian, ​​holding two swords, fiercely tearing through layers of people and rushing towards him covered in blood.

"Master!"

(End of this chapter)