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Chapter 268 Tang Fengzhi: "Impossible... What kind of poison did you give me, Li Fu?!" (Two chapters combined)

The maid Xinghua seemed to know nothing more, but it didn't matter, there was still the eldest son of the Tang Clan.

Tang Fengzhi was so angry at Li Fu's words about trivial tricks that he almost vomited blood.

His face flushed purple, and he roared, "How dare you call my Tang Clan's ultimate techniques mere trifles!"

Indeed, Tang Fengzhi's "Ten Thousand Trees Flying Flowers" technique is unparalleled in the martial arts world, ranking among the top three hidden weapon techniques. When it is used, it is ever-changing, with hidden weapons colliding and changing direction with each other, making it impossible to defend against.

Even the most skilled martial artist in the world would have to be on high alert if they encountered him, because no one has three heads and six arms. If one is hit by a hidden weapon or even just scratches the skin, the poison can be deadly.

Unfortunately, this kind of all-encompassing hidden weapon technique focuses on breadth rather than precision; the power of each throwing knife is not particularly sharp, and it is precisely Li Fu's three-foot-long air barrier that completely counters it.

Li Fu was no stranger to this.

He had encountered Tang Boyong and his Tang Clan disciples before, and it was the same thing. No matter how exquisite the Tang Clan's hidden weapon techniques were, they were practically useless against his protective true qi.

Tang Fengzhi launched two rounds of hidden weapons, but to no avail. Seeing that the hidden weapons could not harm this person, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and stop. With a fierce shout, he exerted force with both feet and his body sprang up like a raptor, pouncing towards Li Fu. His right palm was held together with five fingers like a knife, and the palm wind was fierce, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains and breaking peaks as it slashed down.

This palm strike was another unique skill of the Tang Clan—the Great Coffin Splitting Hand.

This palm technique is known for its fierce and powerful strikes, emphasizing the use of the palm as a weapon, capable of shattering metal with a single blow.

Tang Fengzhi had cultivated his inner strength since childhood by using snake gall and thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum to strengthen his body. His inner strength was extremely profound. This time, he attacked in anger, pushing the power of this palm technique to its full potential. If an ordinary master were to be hit by it, his bones and muscles would be shattered and his internal organs would be turned into mud on the spot.

Seeing him rushing closer, Li Fu simply shook his head and said, "Overestimating yourself."

He remained still, his palms separated, the left palm yang and the right palm yin, two completely different internal forces were generated at the same time, intersecting in the air, drawing a round arc, to meet Tang Fengzhi's Great Coffin-Splitting Hand.

Tianshan Six Yang Palm.

Although Li Fu valued the Life and Death Talisman technique attached to this palm technique more, he had to admit that the Tianshan Six Yang Palm itself was also a first-class and profound skill. Both palms could simultaneously use Yin and Yang internal energies, one hard and one soft, one offensive and one defensive, with countless variations. When executed, it was effortless and graceful.

The two exchanged blows with a loud thud.

Tang Fengzhi felt that the opponent's palm force was sometimes like a mountain pressing down, fierce and unparalleled; and sometimes like a spring breeze brushing willows, supple and long. The two forces alternated and changed so quickly that he could not keep up.

He stumbled back two steps before barely managing to steady himself, his face showing shock.

He rekindled his inner strength and unleashed three consecutive moves of the Great Coffin-Splitting Hand, each strike delivered with all his might.

But Li Fu's feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, not retreating an inch. With his palms flying, he neutralized Tang Fengzhi's attacks one by one, and the force of the counterattacks was stronger each time.

In the blink of an eye, six or seven moves had passed.

Tang Fengzhi was already at his limit. Li Fu feinted to distract him, then thrust his right palm straight in, slapping Tang Fengzhi's left shoulder with a loud crack.

The masculine power of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm suddenly erupted. Tang Fengzhi groaned and flew backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground. He barely managed to stand up before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Tang Fengzhi clutched his chest, staring incredulously at the young man before him.

He was raised with all sorts of rare and precious herbs since childhood, and the Tang Clan's internal energy is a top-tier inheritance in the martial arts world. His profound internal strength is rarely matched among the younger generation.

However, in just a few moves, he clearly felt that his opponent's internal energy was far superior to his own, profound and pure, seemingly unfathomable.

Moreover, the palm technique he used was extremely profound and varied. To his knowledge, he had never seen it before, never heard of it, and could not even name it.

The person before them was truly as rumored in the martial arts world: exceptionally gifted, with martial arts skills so high they seemed to be from another realm, unlike any mortal.

He remembered his seventh brother saying that this person's martial arts were unfathomable, and it was indeed true. He was both shocked and afraid.

Although this person has only been famous for a few years, he has already created countless incredible legends.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't even use his world-renowned invisible sword energy; he only used a palm technique to completely overwhelm him.

"Li Fu, do you really think my Tang Clan has no one to rely on?"

Tang Fengzhi had already decided to withdraw.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes darted around, and he took a step forward, about to turn and run away.

This place is, after all, Tang Family Manor, his territory.

The commotion here must have alerted everyone in the manor. His father, brothers, and the experts from the Tang Clan should all be on their way.

He only needs to delay for a moment to wait for reinforcements.

Li Fu saw through his thoughts at a glance and said calmly, "Where do you want to go?"

He reached out with his right hand and unleashed a move called "Dragon-Capturing Hand".

Using his internal energy, he aimed at the bronze kettle that Xinghua had left on the stone steps. The kettle still contained half a pot of clear water.

The clear water came from afar, and Li Fu activated his inner force in his palm. The clear water condensed into several thin ice shards in front of his palm, as thin as cicada wings. Under the moonlight, they were crystal clear, like broken jade.

He flicked his right hand, sending several ice shards flying, and said, "Take one of my hidden weapons too."

Tang Fengzhi suddenly turned around and struck out with both hands, shattering the two flying ice shards in mid-air.

However, the third ice shard came in a tricky way, deflecting his palm strike and hitting him squarely in the chest.

The icicles melted upon contact with the skin and disappeared without a trace.

Li Fu remained expressionless.

The ice shard carrier of the Life and Death Talisman is too fragile. The force exerted cannot be too strong or too fast, otherwise the ice shard will shatter before it even touches the person.

Therefore, although Tang Fengzhi's martial arts skills were far inferior to his and he was already injured, he was still able to block two of them.

To subdue a true master with the Life and Death Talisman in a direct confrontation, one must first completely subdue the opponent and render them immobile before making a move.

Fortunately, the true power and function of the Life and Death Talisman does not lie in direct combat.

As soon as the Life and Death Talisman entered, the wisp of icy cold energy entered Tang Fengzhi's body along with the ice shards, silently seeping into his meridians.

Tang Fengzhi's first reaction was that he had been hit by a hidden weapon.

He was a member of the Tang Clan and was well-versed in the art of hidden weapons. As soon as he felt something hit him, he instinctively raised his hand to touch his chest, trying to pull out the hidden weapon to prevent the poison from seeping into the wound.

Although he had been consuming poisonous herbs since childhood and had long since developed an immune system to all poisons like the other members of the Tang family, he was not arrogant.

To everyone's surprise, when the fingers touched the chest, it was flat and smooth, without any marks or even a tear in the fabric.

He was slightly startled.

Where are the hidden weapons? Something clearly hit his chest, where did it go?

Could it be that Li Fu is playing a trick on him?

The moment this thought arose, an intense itch seeped out from between my bones.

The itch wasn't a superficial itch, but an itch deep within the bones that couldn't be reached no matter how much you scratched.

Then came the pain, a mixture of itching and pain, attacking me in waves, like a thousand ants gnawing at my heart, or like hundreds of tiny needles piercing my bone at the same time.

"Ah—it itches, it's so itchy!"

Tang Fengzhi could only hold on for less than three breaths before he could no longer bear it. He frantically scratched his chest, neck, and arms, his nails scratching his flesh and leaving bloody marks, but this did nothing to relieve the torment that went deep into his bones.

He staggered a couple of steps, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, rolling around and screaming incessantly.

"What is this?! What is this?! Even my body can't withstand it!! Oh no! Oh no!"

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After all, he was the eldest son of the Tang Clan, a family renowned for its mastery of poisons. Naturally, the Tang Clan had extensive experience in preventing and neutralizing deadly poisons.

He endured the indescribable itching and pain, gritted his teeth, and circulated his internal energy, trying to force out the extremely potent poison within his body, a poison that even his invulnerable body could not resist.

But no matter how many times he circulated the energy, he could not find even a trace of the poison.

His internal energy flowed smoothly, his blood and qi circulated normally, and his overall physical condition was clearly healthy. However, the itching and pain became more and more intense, to the point that he wished he could tear off pieces of his own flesh.

He looked up in alarm at Li Fu.

Under the moonlight, that young face was calm to the point of being indifferent.

"What—what did you use on me?"

Tang Fengzhi's voice was hoarse and filled with fear.

"Impossible—this is impossible—my Tang family is a renowned family in the world for using poisons. I grew up surrounded by poisons. What kind of strange poisons haven't I seen or tried?"

What kind of poison is this? — Why can't I find it?!

He screamed and couldn't help but scratch his neck, blood seeping from under his fingernails.

The courtyard, once filled with the fragrance of flowers, was now tainted with the stench of blood, creating an indescribably eerie and terrifying scene.

Song Zhaoxue shielded Xinghua behind her, looked at Tang Fengzhi rolling on the ground, and then at Li Fu standing with his hands behind his back, feeling both shocked and sighing.

Tang Fengzhi is the eldest son of the Tang Clan, with a long and distinguished family tradition. Not only does he possess profound internal strength, but his ability to resist the most potent poisons in the world is also far beyond that of ordinary martial artists.

It was astonishing that such a figure was defeated and forced to flee after only a few moves by Li Fu:

Li Fu casually launched a hidden weapon, which caused the young master of the Tang Clan to kneel on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy. What kind of hidden weapon was it? And what kind of deadly poison was it?

When it comes to the use of poison, the Tang Clan is the progenitor of all poison arts in the world, and countless rare poisons and medicines have been produced by the Tang family over the past hundred years. But at this moment, a casual hidden weapon thrown by Li Fu left this young master of the Tang Clan helpless, in excruciating pain, and repeatedly begging for an antidote.

This method was far beyond Song Zhaoxue's comprehension.

"It itches, it itches so much—"

Tang Fengzhi had just tried to circulate his internal energy to expel the deadly poison, but the intense itching grew stronger and stronger, and soon he could no longer support himself. He could not even stand up, let alone circulate his internal energy. He fell to the ground and rolled around, frantically scratching his chest, neck, and arms, his nails leaving bloody marks on his skin.

He let out a mournful howl, completely devoid of any of the dignity of the eldest son of the Tang Clan.

"What did you do to me, Li Fu? — What kind of poison is this? —"

"Quickly—cure my poison—I can't take it anymore!"

The maid Xinghua standing behind her was completely stunned.

She stared with tearful eyes at Tang Fengzhi, who was rolling on the ground and wailing, her lips parted but no sound came out.

In her eyes, the eldest son of the Tang Clan was an incredibly powerful and terrifying figure, someone who could decide her life or death with a single word and make her wish she were dead with just one sentence.

But at this moment, this high and mighty young master was rolling on the ground in front of Li Fu, scratching himself until he was covered in blood, crying and begging, looking utterly miserable.

Xinghua felt as if her understanding had been shattered by something, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily. How could she not be shaken?

"The antidote, give me the antidote—quickly—I beg you, Li Fu—"

"Getting the antidote is easy. Answer a few questions, and I'll relieve your itching and pain first."

Upon hearing this, Tang Fengzhi, like a drowning man grasping at a piece of driftwood, frantically scratched his neck and hissed:

Ask away—ask away! Ask now!

I answered!

I'll answer anything!

Li Fu asked with a deep gaze.

"I ask you, where is your ninth sister, Tang Ling, now?"

Was she really captured? Or did your Tang Clan capture her yourself and lock her up somewhere?

Tang Fengzhi rolled around on the ground scratching himself while saying urgently.

"Ninth Sister has indeed been captured! Officer Li—my father and we—we are not lying to you!"

He was in agony, his voice trembling with unbearable pain.

After saying this, he looked at Li Fu expectantly, hoping that Li Fu would believe him and give him the antidote.

But when he met Li Fu's deep eyes, he saw no ripples in them, clearly indicating disbelief.

Tang Fengzhi was extremely anxious. At this moment, he felt as if a million ants were crawling under his skin, or as if ten thousand maggots were wriggling inside his flesh. His heart, liver, spleen, and lungs felt as if they were being scratched by a hundred thousand feathers at the same time. The itch reached the very marrow of his bones, but he couldn't scratch or reach them. The more he scratched, the itchier it became, and the more it itched, the more he scratched. His fingernails were already filled with bits of flesh and blood, but he just couldn't stop.

He wished he could tear his own flesh and bones apart, and even rip out his heart and scratch it hard; only in this way could he relieve the itch and stop the pain.

It's true! It's true!

Really? How can you believe me?

He shouted hoarsely, but seeing that Li Fu remained unmoved, the intense itching surged up again, almost engulfing his mind.

He rolled twice on the ground and bumped his head on the leg of the flower stand, but he couldn't even feel the pain. He only felt that the itching and pain overwhelmed everything.

Tang Fengzhi was on the verge of collapse, pleading desperately: "Believe me—give me the antidote—Li Fu—I beg you—"

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He then hissed and threatened, "This is the Tang Clan—how dare you treat me like this!" But as soon as the threatening words left his mouth, another wave of intense itching surged up, and he immediately went limp again, turning into pleading.

"I admit that our Tang Clan has been hiding something from you and is plotting against you!"

But believe me—my ninth sister has indeed been kidnapped—I'm not lying to you about that.

"What is the Tang Sect plotting against me?"

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