The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 84 [Snake Appearance. Demonic Light]

The scarred, burly man unfurled his body, emitting a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, and charged straight at Fu Juemin.

Fu Juemin's eyelids twitched. In his vision, the scarred, burly man's figure blurred into a blurry afterimage, like a fast-forwarded scene in a movie.

He took a half step back, but did not dodge. He faced forward with both palms and turned slightly to the side.

This is the defensive stance from Hunyuan Huozhuang and Wuxing Tongbei.

With his stance in place, the scarred, burly man arrived in an instant, unleashing a palm strike as large as a fan.

"boom!"

The bluestone slab beneath Fu Juemin's feet shattered with a crash, and the next second, he was sent flying uncontrollably backward like a cannonball.

It flew five or six meters until it crashed into the closed door of a shop along the street and fell inside.

The scarred, burly man withdrew his palm, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

His real name is Qin Xiao. He was originally a martial arts master in the Fengshan area and practiced the "Copper Ball Kung Fu" since childhood.

Although this technique has a crude name, its power is considerable.

Beginners must first use their arms and palms to grind ironwood blocks, a specialty of Fengshan, into round shapes. Only when they can grind the square blocks into round shapes with their bare hands can they be considered to have entered the beginner level.

After getting started, you replace wooden blocks with stone blocks, then with copper blocks and iron blocks.
Once the skill is mastered, the arms and hands will become harder than iron, and the strength will be immense, capable of splitting stones and shattering monuments, and tearing tigers and leopards apart.

Although the scarred strongman did not master this skill, he did reach the level of polishing copper balls, and was a well-known figure in the Fengshan area.

However, he was later wanted by the provincial government for raping and murdering more than 20 women with cruel methods. He fled all the way to Yangping and became a lackey of the provincial governor, Song Zhenyuan.

Having lived a life of luxury in the Song family for so many years, although his skills hadn't improved much, this palm strike would be enough to tear apart even a mere Blood Refinement cultivator or an ordinary Blood Cultivation martial artist on the spot.

The scarred, burly man glanced indifferently at where Fu Juemin had landed, then turned away.

However, just as he took his first step, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him.

He turned back with a strange expression, only to see a figure slowly walking out of the shop with a large hole in the wall, supported by the edge of the broken door frame.

"Cough-cough-"

Fu Juemin coughed twice, waved his hand to brush away the swirling wood chips and brick dust in front of him. He looked a little disheveled, but his eyes were even clearer.

"So this is all there is to it, even if it's profound."

Fu Juemin walked back to the street, as if he were talking to the scarred strong man, but more like he was talking to himself.

"I underestimated myself."

Fu Juemin wanted to test the strength of a martial artist in the Tongxuan Realm, so he deliberately did not dodge. He held in his mouth a mouthful of "innate primordial energy" and was prepared to take the hit and get injured.

But perhaps he underestimated his Lesser Mastery of Pharmacist Skill, the Iron Armor Skill, and the 16 points of defense from the Greater Mastery of Eight Extremes Bone Forging, or perhaps the [Soft Bone] talent activated instantly, and the snake demon skin vest he wore provided a lot of power buffer.
He took the blow head-on from the scarred strongman, and was sent flying in a sorry state, but apart from some pain in his arms and chest from blocking the blow, he was not seriously injured.

"interesting."

The scarred, burly man squinted, looking Fu Juemin up and down, seemingly trying to see through his appearance to discern whether he was truly as unscathed as he appeared or was merely putting on an act.

Soon, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and the scar running down his nose twitched slightly like a live centipede.

"It's just a matter of a few more blows... It's just a matter of a few more blows."

The scarred, burly man sneered, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. With a twist of his towering body, he pressed down on him again.

Fu Juemin's dark eyes reflected the figure of the scarred, burly man, and as the light shimmered, the man's figure moved slightly.

He slid half a step to the left in advance.

It was this half-step that allowed the scarred, burly man's determined palm strike to graz Fu Juemin's clothes by the slightest margin.

The fierce punch whirls up gravel and dust from the ground. A slight look of surprise flashes in the scarred, burly man's eyes, but he quickly uses his waist and abdomen to deliver another back elbow strike.

"call--"

However, before the scarred strongman could unleash his terrifyingly powerful elbow strike, a hand gently touched the side of his elbow, pressing down forcefully.

Immediately following, a shrill punch aimed straight for his temple.
"Oh!"

The burly, scarred man, who looked like an iron tower, swayed and staggered two steps to one side.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, wiping away the bloodstains from his ear. When he looked at Fu Juemin in front of him, the last trace of contempt in his eyes had turned into pure killing intent.

"Now, it's too late for you to seek a quick end."

With a protective aura, the punch he just received, though heavy and unlike anything a normal blood cultivator could deliver, only caused him some shock.

At this moment, the scarred, burly man only wanted to end this pointless battle as soon as possible. He wanted to use the remaining time to torture and torment this ant that he found so annoying.

However, in the ensuing exchanges, the scarred strongman became increasingly frightened and bewildered.

This kid in front of him, who was only at the Blood Refining Realm, seemed to have the ability to foresee the future. He could always predict the start or landing point of his attacks and cut off his power half a step ahead of him.

Like a needle, it can always pierce the most crucial "air vent" when exerting force with unparalleled precision.

After more than a dozen rounds, the scarred strongman was in great pain and could not achieve full success even once.

Not only did he not gain any advantage, but the strangely shaped weapon in the opponent's hand also slashed through his energy membrane several times, leaving several shallow wounds on his body.

As a Transcendent Martial Master, he was unable to defeat his opponent, a Blood Refining Realm martial artist who was two major realms below him.

If this victory were to be publicized, Qin Xiao's reputation would likely be completely ruined in the martial arts world.

Thinking of this, a ferocious glint flashed across the scarred man's face. His muscles tensed instantly, and he thrust his palms outward with a powerful, invisible force emanating from his arms. "Get lost!"

Fu Juemin was forced back.

The scarred, burly man looked terrible. He didn't even notice that his forehead and cheeks were covered in a bead of sweat. He wiped it away but didn't think much of it.

"Feeling frustrated and incredulous?"

Fu Juemin stood calmly ten steps away from the scarred, burly man, and spoke to him with narrowed eyes.

"Even though my speed, strength, and reaction time are far inferior to yours, you are being suppressed by me at every turn. You can't even unleash five-tenths of your full strength?"

The scarred, burly man pursed his lips with a gloomy look in his eyes, feeling inexplicably thirsty, but remained silent.

"You were injured three inches below your left rib, and it hasn't fully healed yet."

Fu Juemin's sudden remark caused a flash of surprise to appear in the scarred, burly man's eyes.

But then, more words followed, like invisible hammer blows, striking his chest again and again.

“Each time you practice your exercises, your heart beats seven times in one cycle. At the end of the third cycle, there will be a slight pause because you have an old injury to your lungs.”

“Your right shoulder would sink slightly every time you made a move because your shoulder blade was once broken, and even though it has healed now, there is still a flaw.”

"When your Qi and blood flow through your chest and abdomen, the 'Fengmen' acupoint on your back is an opening, which is a weakness in your martial arts. You should have deliberately practiced how to conceal this weakness, but why didn't you use it against me?"

With each word Fu Juemin spoke, the scarred, burly man's eyes grew more horrified, and the dryness in his mouth burned like fire in his throat, causing him to unconsciously swallow repeatedly.

"Whenever it rains, you experience at least three old injuries that ache like needles piercing your bones, which must be very difficult to endure."

Fu Juemin spoke softly, tapping his earlobe, "For the past month, I've heard every breath you took, every heartbeat you had, and every slight tremor from your old wounds."

In my eyes, you have absolutely no secrets.

"If I were even half a level stronger, I would kill you."

Fu Juemin looked up at him, his clear eyes filled with only indifference and coldness.

"It's really as simple as killing a chicken."

"you!"

The scarred, burly man felt dizzy and, in a fit of shock and anger, he took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, he discovered that his tongue had swollen without him noticing that he was drooling. He also felt a chill and numbness in his limbs.

"You used...poison on me!"

The scarred, burly man stared at Fu Juemin in disbelief, raising one hand as if he wanted to strangle Fu Juemin from afar.

He only now realized that the strange weapon the other side had used to slash his air membrane flesh was actually poisoned.

"You are mean!"

The scarred, burly man slurred a curse.

"You're two grades above me, and you call me despicable?"

Fu Juemin stood calmly with his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

He looked directly at the scarred, muscular man in front of him and said calmly, "Take this move... and I'll let you live."

After saying that, Fu Juemin closed his eyes.

The next instant, an inexplicable aura surged from his body.

Beneath the shirt, muscles rippled and undulated like waves, and amidst the faint cracking of bones, the buttons on the shirt and vest popped off one by one.

On the inside of both forearms, the dark, snake-like veins are prominent.

A terrifying aura emanated from Fu Juemin, like invisible Qi rising and surging behind him.

As it turned out, Fu Juemin's choice regarding the "Five Elements Profound Evil Technique" was correct. When his serpentine poisonous energy grew to a certain extent, it naturally resonated with the black-scaled serpent demon soul within his body in a strange and indescribable way.

When that aura reached its peak, Fu Juemin seemed to sense the reappearance of the Black Scaled Serpent Demon from Peach Blossom Village, coiling around him in a form similar to an invisible aura.

"Swish—"

The snake-scale gloves he wore emitted a soft, ringing sound.

"die!"

The scarred, burly man in front let out a muffled roar, seemingly unleashing all his potential at this moment, more ferocious than before, making a final, desperate struggle.

Fu Juemin suddenly opened his eyes, neither dodging nor flinching, and his entire body transformed into a black rainbow, heading straight to meet him.

His killing move used the Black Scale Serpent Demon as its soul, the serpent's venomous aura as its blood, and the Pure Glazed Flower Slash as its bone.
name--

"【Serpent Appearance. Demonic Light】!"

"Shh-"

The two figures passed each other in an instant.

Fu Juemin gently stopped where the scarred, burly man had been, and behind him, a towering figure remained motionless.

follow closely
The head rolled off, and a jet of blood gushed out like a fountain!

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