One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Wang Zhenqiu then faced off against the bald man.

The bald man's fists were heavy, each punch accompanied by a whistling sound, capable of creating a crater in the ground. His punching style was not fancy, just straight punches, hooks, and uppercuts, but the power was astonishing; the wind from his punches felt like being slapped across the face.

But Wang Zhenqiu was faster. He dodged left, dodged right, leaned forward, leaned back—his body moved like a slippery fish, weaving between the bald man's fists. The fists grazed his head, his ears, his armpits, but couldn't hit him.

Although his "love massage" seemed frivolous, its practical effects were surprisingly good. When his fingers pressed on a certain acupoint on the bald man's arm, the bald man felt a numbness throughout his arm, and his fist weakened considerably before he could even throw it. When his fingers pressed on the shoulder, half of the man's body stiffened, and his fist was neutralized before it could even be thrown.

With his unpredictable footwork and endless tricks—suddenly crouching, suddenly jumping, suddenly turning around behind—he made the bald man flustered and furious, yelling loudly.

"Don't hide if you've got the guts! Fight me head-on!" the bald man roared.

"Fight head-on? Okay." Wang Zhenqiu suddenly stopped.

The bald man threw a punch.

Wang Zhenqiu didn't dodge. He sidestepped the punch, then flicked the inside of the bald man's wrist with his right hand, fingers together.

The bald man's fist suddenly changed direction, not heading towards Wang Zhenqiu, but instead veered off course and punched a member of the roster who was rushing towards him in the face.

"Bang!"

The man was punched so hard he spun 360 degrees before falling face down on the sand.

The bald man froze, looking down at his fist, then at his fallen companion, a bewildered expression on his face: "I... how could I hit my own man?"

"Your body is too honest; it wants to teach your men a lesson," Wang Zhenqiu added with a grin, tapping the bald man's elbow with his finger. The arm went completely limp, hanging down at his side like a noodle.

The bald man's face went from flushed to deathly pale. He took two steps back, clutching his unresponsive arm with his other hand, and looked at Wang Zhenqiu in terror, no longer daring to move forward.

Zhang Lingyu's Yin Five Thunders were like a sticky swamp, firmly trapping the two enemies. Both men held knives, slashing at Zhang Lingyu again and again, but each swing felt like cutting into glue, growing slower and heavier with each strike. Black lightning spread from the ground, coiling around their ankles, climbing up to their knees and thighs. No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't break free.

He stood to the side, his expression indifferent, his hands tucked into his sleeves, as if he were merely admiring the scenery. Occasionally, he would raise a finger, and the black lightning would surge, shifting the two people to a different position.

"Don't waste your energy," he said calmly, his tone as composed as his personality. "Your knives can't cut through my thunder."

Lu Lin then demonstrated the solid foundation of the Lu family's direct lineage, performing a set of Baguazhang moves with fluid grace, forcing an enemy wielding a long spear to retreat repeatedly.

The man's spear was like a venomous snake in his hands, its tip gleaming coldly. He thrust, swept, flicked downwards, and swung upwards, his moves ever-changing. But Lu Lin's Bagua Palm was even more ingenious—his palms moved like a millstone, each strike carrying a spinning force. When the spear thrust forward, he struck the shaft with his palm, deflecting the spear and causing it to pierce the air beside him.

Lu Lin's body spun, her feet stepping in the Bagua directions, weaving through the man's spear shadows. The man fought more and more frantically, his spear technique gradually losing its rhythm. Lu Lin seized the opportunity and struck him in the chest with a palm. The force wasn't great, but the man staggered back several steps. He lost his balance on the last step and sat down hard on his backside, his spear clattering onto the sand.

Lu Linglong's opponent is a strange man who reeks of stench and whose skin is covered in pustules and barbs.

Serious illness.

The malignant disease is a notorious villain on the list. Its ability is to spread disease and toxins through physical contact; anyone touched by it will suffer from anything from minor skin ulceration to instant death. Its body itself is a weapon—its skin is covered in a sticky, pus-like substance that emits a pungent stench. These pustules vary in size, from the size of an egg to the size of a grain of rice, densely covering its face, neck, arms, and any exposed skin.

The hangnails grow from the pustules; they are white, pointed, and resemble fish bones.

His methods of attack were also extremely disgusting—he would ram his body into his enemies or lick them with his barbed tongue, injecting the virus into their bodies. His breath was filled with poisonous fumes, and anyone within three meters of him would feel dizzy and nauseous.

At first, Lu Linglong was able to dodge his attacks with her agile movements.

She dodged to the left, the disease missed its target, and crashed into a coconut tree, leaving an immediate rotten mark on the trunk. She jumped to the right, the disease's tongue flicking past her ear; she smelled a rotten, sweet odor, and her stomach churned.

But the disease's reach was expanding, and the foul odor emanating from him also had a numbing effect on the nerves. It wasn't a sudden, intense numbness, but a slow, imperceptible one—at first you just felt a little dizzy, then a little weak in your limbs, and then you felt your reactions were a beat slower.

Lu Linglong gradually felt her limbs weaken. She raised her hands more slowly than usual, her feet landed more heavily than usual, and her mind wasn't working as fast as before.

"Little girl, don't struggle, just let your brother hug you!"

The monstrous disease grinned maliciously and lunged at Lu Linglong with its arms outstretched. Its mouth opened, revealing yellowed, broken teeth, and its tongue was covered with barbs that gleamed white in the sunlight.

"Get away from me! You're disgusting!"

Lu Linglong frowned and struck out with her palm. A sharp gust of wind forced the sick man back several steps. Her palm technique was not weak, but the power was not as great as before.

Just then, she suddenly felt her legs go weak—not from stepping on something, but from her legs trembling and her muscles spasming uncontrollably.

It turned out that the foul gas she had inhaled earlier was starting to take effect, slowing her reaction by a fraction of a second. Just a fraction of a second, but in combat, a fraction of a second is enough.

The disease seized the opportunity and pounced on it!

"Be careful, little girl!"

Li Muxuan's expression changed, and he took a step forward, wanting to lend a helping hand. But the distance was too great, and it was too late. He stretched out his right hand, his fingers grasping at the air, but he grasped nothing.

The disease's barbed tongue, like a venomous snake, suddenly sprang out.

The tip of its tongue was forked, like a snake's forked tongue, covered with fine barbs. It drew an arc through the air at incredible speed, with a "whoosh"—

He bit Lu Linglong's left arm hard!

"what!"

Lu Linglong cried out in pain and staggered two steps to the side. A bloody wound was left on her left arm, the skin torn by barbs, and blood gushed from the wound, flowing down her arm.

She felt a piercing pain in her left arm—not an ordinary pain, but a mixed sensation of itching, numbness, and pain, as if someone had lit a fire inside her bones, and the flames burned upwards from her fingers to her wrist, and from her wrist to her shoulder.

A black toxin spread rapidly along the wound! Black lines appeared beneath her skin, like tree roots, growing, branching, and spreading outwards from the wound. Wherever the black lines passed, the skin turned bluish-gray, losing its temperature and sensation.

"Hahaha! You've been poisoned by me, you won't live more than fifteen minutes!"

The malnourished man laughed triumphantly, the pustules at the corners of his mouth bursting open, and yellowish-white pus dripped from his lips onto the sand, hissing and steaming.

However, his laughter quickly caught in his throat.

Because he saw—

Lu Linglong's originally clear eyes turned a strange blood red the moment the poison invaded!

That red hue didn't come from the outside; it emanated from the depths of her pupils. It was as if a lamp had been lit behind her eyes, the red light shining through her irises and illuminating half of her face.

"This is..." The patient was stunned.

Lu Linglong's body began to tremble violently. It wasn't from cold, nor from fear, but a tremor that came from within, as if something was awakening inside her.

A violent aura, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, erupted from her body!

The aura was like a hurricane, spreading outwards from her. The sand on the beach was blown up and swirled in the air. The person closest to her, suffering from malignant disease, was blown back two steps, leaving a shallow ditch in the sand beneath their feet. Wang Zhenqiu and Zhang Chulan turned to look at her simultaneously.

Dark red lines appeared on her skin, flowing beneath it like lava. These lines started on her chest and spread to her shoulders, arms, and neck, like a map being drawn.

Her hair stood on end without any wind, each strand seemingly repelled by static electricity.

His eyes turned completely blood red, and his pupils burned with a frenzied fighting spirit!

Those are not human eyes. They are the eyes of something that has been trapped for too long and has finally broken free of its cage.

"roar--!!!"

A roar that sounded inhuman burst forth from Lu Linglong's throat!

The sound didn't seem to come from human vocal cords—it was lower, rougher, and more primal, like the roar of a wild beast, or the war drums of an ancient battlefield. The sound echoed on the beach, making one's eardrums tingle.

The mad blood within her—infected by a virulent virus—went completely out of control!

The Blood of Madness is an extremely rare bloodline inheritance. Those who possess this bloodline, under the stimulation of extreme emotions or life-or-death crises, will enter a berserk state, with their strength, speed, and recovery abilities greatly enhanced. However, they will also lose their rationality and become bloodthirsty and murderous. It is not something acquired through cultivation; it is a curse, as well as a blessing, etched into their bones and passed down through generations.

This bloodline is extremely rare; many extraordinary individuals may never see one in their entire lives.

"exquisite!"