From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

Chapter 60 Humanoid Monster

"clang--"

The sound of metal clashing was extremely jarring.

Those two sword strikes, powerful enough to split stone tablets and shatter rocks, seemed to cleave an iron wall.

The blade rebounded, buzzing and making the two men's hands go numb, but only leaving two shallow white marks on the black mane, which disappeared in an instant.

"roar!!!"

The bear, in pain, became a hundred times more ferocious.

Although it wasn't broken and bled, the force of the two blows still left its flesh feeling slightly numb and tingly—a humiliation it hadn't experienced in many years. It stood upright, its two front paws opening and closing wide, striking left and right.

With a sweep of his left palm, a fierce wind ripped through the air.

Lin Jizhi raised his sword to parry, and with a "crack," the back of the sword curved like a full moon, sending him and the sword flying three zhang away, his back slamming into an old pine tree, where snow poured down like a waterfall.

The right palm slaps back with the force of a thunderbolt.

Zhu Hong had no time to dodge; he only had time to hold the blade upright in front of his chest.

The next moment:

An overwhelming force surged into his arms, and he was struck as if by a battering ram. His feet left the ground, and he flew backward, crashing heavily onto the boulder from which he had come.

"Bang!"

The rock surface is cracked like a spider web.

Zhu Hong felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth: "So strong?"

This monstrous beast was completely different from the ground wolf that had been killed earlier; it was far more powerful than any other beast of its kind.

As originally planned:

Even though he was no match for the giant bear, given that Lin Jizhi was also a junior martial artist, and with him surrounding and attacking from the side, it was impossible for him to... After a moment, he smiled bitterly to himself: "It must be due to their species. Bear-type demon beasts are inherently thick-skinned and incredibly strong, making them little tyrants among their peers. Even if a martial artist's cultivation is slightly superior, it is difficult for them to withstand their power."

"Zhu Hong, split into two groups."

Lin Jizhi struggled to his feet from the snow, blood seeping from the corner of his lips, but a fierce glint burned in his eyes: "I'll take its left rib, you harass its hindquarters, whatever you do, don't engage this beast head-on..."

Before the words were even finished, the bear had already landed on all four paws and was charging towards them.

This time, it no longer struck upright, but transformed its entire body into a moving black, pungent whirlwind, using its shoulders and back as blades to crush the two of them into the snow.

"Disperse!"

Lin Jizhi let out a loud shout and darted to the left.

Zhu Hong flicked his toes and rolled to the right.

Just as the two stood there, a loud bang was heard. The giant beast charged past, snapping a pine tree as thick as a bowl in half, sending wood chips flying like rain.

"You little bear, show it to me!"

Lin Jizhi rushed to the flank, took a deep breath of cold air, and activated all the muscles in his body.

The goose-feather blade transformed into three gleaming blade lights:

The chop, the flick, the stab—all executed in one fluid motion—landed on the white mark previously made on the bear's left rib.

"Clang clang clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The white mark was slightly darker, but there was still no blood.

"roar--"

The bear's eyes burned with rage, and it suddenly swung its left palm upwards. Lin Jizhi slashed out with his sword and immediately retreated, but was still struck on the shoulder by the palm wind.

"Sizzle."

His uniform was torn, and three bloody welts ran diagonally from his shoulder blade to his back, the skin and flesh rolled up, and blood instantly soaked half of his body.

At this moment:

Zhu Hong seized this moment to rush into the blind spot behind the bear.

He turned the blade horizontally, changing the slashing motion to a slapping motion, using the spine of the blade like an iron whip, and swung it with all his might, striking the beast hard on the inside of its hind knee.

"Bang!"

This blow, like an iron pestle pounding a mortar, resounded through the forest with a muffled thud.

The bear's thick hind legs, as thick as pillars, suddenly buckled, its massive body lurching forward, nearly collapsing to its knees. It roared in pain, then whirled around, its right paw sweeping out in fury.

"not good……"

Zhu Hong swung his sword, but the momentum was too great and he couldn't stop in time. He could only stand the sword upright and brace his arms tightly against the back of the blade to protect his head and chest.

The blade trembled violently, emitting a long, buzzing sound.

The force of that palm strike was like a tidal wave, flowing down the back of the blade and into both arms.

Zhu Hong felt his arms cracking and his hands warm. He didn't fall, but he dug two deep furrows under his feet and slid more than ten feet across the snow before finally stopping in front of an old pine tree.

"Zhu Hong!"

Upon seeing this, Lin Jizhi's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Run!" His eyes were bloodshot as he yelled, drawing his knife as he charged, shouting, "You brat, why aren't you leaving?!"

Zhu Hong did not respond.

He slowly straightened up and looked down at his hands.

The tiger's mouth had already split open, and fresh blood flowed silently down the hilt of the knife, one drop, two drops... blooming into crimson spots on the snow.

He didn't wipe it.

On the contrary, sheathing the knife...

"Clang." He discarded the goose-feather knife at his feet.

Lin Jizhi suddenly stopped.

He saw a scene that made it impossible for him to remain calm.

Zhu Hong has completely changed.

If he was still a person just now, now he is slowly arching his spine like a dragon, his waist sinking to the extreme, and the muscles of his limbs bulging as if inflated under his tattered public clothes.

No longer like a "human".

The "human touch" of that body faded away.

Instead, there was a wildness that was even more ferocious and domineering than that bear.

Slouch, bend down.

His pupils were like two cold stars.

The bear seemed to sense this unusual provocation. It stopped its pursuit, lowered its massive head slightly, and grew increasingly rapid, thunderous growls from its throat.

It sensed that aura, which was unexpectedly familiar.

Not to be outdone, it stood upright again, raising its two enormous hands, powerful enough to split rocks, high and slamming them down towards the tiny figure.

If this strike hits, the person will be flattened into a pancake.

Just as the bear's paws were about to close:

Zhu Hong made a move.

Like a bowstring stretched to its limit, suddenly released from its taut strings.

It's not about avoiding.

It was a collision.

He transformed into an arrow released from a bow, advancing instead of retreating, and forcefully crashed into the bear's most vulnerable spot in that seemingly impossible narrow gap.

Immediately afterwards:

A roar, not from his mouth but from the resonance of his internal organs, exploded in his chest.

"roar--!!!"

The snow fell softly, and the force of the blows was just like a hungry tiger descending from the mountain to devour its prey.

"Tiger Crouching on the Mountain Fist"

Tiger Leaps over the Ravine.

"Bang!"

The dull thud was like thunder, as if a thousand-pound iron hammer had struck the tattered leather.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"Oh my god..."

Lin Jizhi's eyes widened. "That's... a martial arts technique?"

Under his unforgettable gaze, the bear that had just slapped him away suddenly trembled violently and staggered backward in disbelief.