Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Cuckoo!"

Push off the ground.

work hard.

He transformed his own body into a cannonball and used the simplest and most effective tactic since the invention of weapons.

Bump!

"boom------!!!"

Lu Aniu shielded his chest and slammed into Zhang Renfeng's three-meter-tall body, causing the ground to shake and rocks to crumble. He had never dealt with such a tough opponent before. Even with the incredible jumping power of his Toad Style, the earth-shattering impact failed to cause him any internal injuries.

His upper body stood firm like an iron tower, only his legs slightly bent as he retreated a few meters. He didn't even raise his hands to defend himself, using his steel-like pectoral muscles to block the flying impact. Lu Aniu, on the other hand, was knocked back about ten meters. His expression unconsciously showed a hint of astonishment.

"Even after all this... you still can't budge him?"

Everyone who has fought Zhang Renfeng, once the fight reaches a certain point, will express this sentiment.

Zhang Renfeng seized on that fleeting moment of hesitation. He instantly arched his back, stomped forward, and charged forward with the force of a dragon emerging from the sea or a tiger descending the mountain, heading straight for Lu Aniu!

He spread his arms wide, making a grabbing motion. Lu Aniu was very familiar with this. He usually did this to others—after grabbing them, he would lift them off the ground and then strangle them to death with superhuman strength.

"Don't think about it!"

Lu Aniu activated his Innate Skill, and his abundant internal energy circulated within his body for several weeks before solidifying in his palm.

A single palm strike!

"boom----!!"

A palm print was clearly imprinted on Zhang Renfeng's chest. The Xuanming Divine Palm, which is designed to penetrate, instantly pierced through his body. In that instant, his facial features clenched even tighter than before. At least from his facial expression, it was clear that the move had worked; he had indeed felt the pain.

but……

After a brief pause, Zhang Renfeng suddenly roared, clenched his fists, and squatted down slightly. He tensed all his muscles again, veins bulging, and his obsidian-hard muscles actually blocked the power of the Xuanming Divine Palm at the surface of his skin.

It was just a palm print that wasn't too deep.

The price he paid was that his expression became even more ferocious, he was covered in sweat, and even his body began to make popping sounds like beans popping.

"You can do this?" Lu Aniu was also shocked, having never seen anything like this before. "What's that stuffed under your skin? Steel?!"

"roar-----!!"

With a roar, the enraged monster pounced again. Lu Aniu's pupils contracted, and he instinctively used his serpentine somersault to dodge the attack. But he underestimated Zhang Renfeng's reaction speed. The moment his feet left the ground, the strong hand had already grabbed his ankle with a "snap".

A very bad feeling made him instinctively protect his head.

Immediately following was a dizzying sensation.

……

"Bang---!!"

"Bang---!!"

"Bang---!!"

……

Zhang Renfeng grabbed one of his feet and slammed him repeatedly against the ground, the force of his blows relentlessly impacting the earth. After several slams, Zhang Renfeng roared, swung his arm in a wide arc, and flung him away with tremendous force. This was Zhang Renfeng's way of getting back at him for the humiliation he suffered during his earlier fight with Lu Aniu!

The remaining impact carved a huge crater in the ground, like a Mars collision with Earth. Lu Aniu lay in the middle of the crater for a while in a strange posture.

The intensity of this battle was so incredibly high that it could scare the locals to death. Even the wolves watching from afar held their breath, afraid to utter a sound, lest any external factor interfere and change the course of the battle.

For a fleeting moment, she even genuinely believed that Zhang Renfeng had succeeded.

But then, Lu Aniu stretched his body and stood up again from the pit.

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He spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood trickling down his forehead, and looked at Zhang Renfeng again...

Still, she was all smiles.

"Even if I used five-tenths of my abilities, I still couldn't handle it... You are the first one in over a hundred years."

A powerful, vigorous whole body.

Stomp your feet and shake!

"boom!!!"

Lu Aniu's demeanor suddenly changed. He drew a gleaming sword from his waist and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

The sword rang out softly, and a few cold glints of light were reflected on his face.

"Come."

The sword tip touched the ground, tucked under the armpit.

"Let's continue!"

Chapter 812: Lao Lu, I'm not human anymore!!!

"Oops……"

The wolf was the first to sense Lu Aniu's change and immediately felt something was wrong.

No matter how exceptionally talented someone is, the amount of "energy" they can dedicate to a single martial art is ultimately limited.

The first techniques you learn are often the ones you dedicate the most time and effort to mastering. When you're still a beginner, everything you learn is remembered exceptionally well.

Energy is not the same as time. If we're talking about time, Wolf is pretty sure that the technique Lu Aniu practiced the longest was definitely the [Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill]. This is determined by the nature of the technique. It's a slow and steady process; you have to make steady progress every day to carve out a path. Techniques like Qi Hard Skill, Toad Skill, Northern Darkness Divine Skill, Divine Illumination Skill, etc., were probably not his first choice for beginners.

The wolf's senses are extremely sharp; she is like a high-frequency mass spectrometer, able to analyze her opponent's various situations and find weaknesses while fighting.

However, Lu Aniu's internal strength was far superior to hers; the difference in skill level meant she couldn't find a corresponding weakness.

However, she could also tell that these techniques that Lu Aniu had played out one by one were not his first choice for beginners. He simply treated them as useful card combinations on the spot, such as "three of a kind", "straight", "flush", etc., and played them out in groups to see the opponent's reaction.

After several rounds, this probing play came to an end. Lu Aniu was finally about to play the set of cards he was most confident in at this stage. In a sense, this also affirmed Zhang Renfeng's strength and the threat he posed to him.

The good news is that his progress bar is finally halfway through, and it's time to reveal the real deal. As long as he can weather this next wave, he'll see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The bad news is... the wolf has determined that the first and most proficient martial art Lu Aniu mastered was the [Nine Yin Manual].

The value of the "General Outline of Martial Arts" is no joke.

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Zhang Renfeng instinctively sensed something was amiss. The simple stance of the man opposite him had subtly intimidated him. In his eyes, the old man, whose forehead was still bleeding and who seemed to be on the verge of death, had suddenly become incredibly dangerous.

If I had to use an analogy, it's like the original two-lane road has now been widened to six lanes, with more meridians being activated and opened up, allowing internal energy to circulate within the body at a faster rate. His strength, jumping ability, and resilience have all significantly improved compared to before, but the extent of the improvement... can only be determined in actual combat.

At this moment, Zhang Renfeng was no longer capable of rational thought; everything he deduced was based on his primal instincts. Hesitation was not his style. Even knowing there might be a trap, he roared and pounced!

But he overlooked one point.

A person is completely different from someone who wields a sword and is accomplished in the art of swordsmanship.

……

"boom----!!"

In the blink of an eye, Lu Aniu's longsword, which was pressed under his arm, suddenly slashed out. The green blade swept out in a clean and neat arc, drawing a straight line on the ground with the force of his toes and the soles of his feet.

With his strength, speed and ferocity were no problem for him. In all the previous battles, he and Zhang Renfeng had been constantly competing in strength and who was tougher. If you are tough, I will be tougher. With this ebb and flow, the battle escalated continuously.

Now, he seems to have completely changed his style, light and swift!

The sword blade fell, a vertical line slicing across Zhang Renfeng's face, leaving a deep gash that nearly cleaved his body in two. This straight, downward-sloping line froze him in his ferocious expression for a moment.

This should be the first time he has felt such a strong pain signal in this state.

Blood gushed from the incision, and with it came even greater anger!

"Roar----!!!"

Zhang Renfeng did not dodge the blade at all, and roared again, reaching out to grab Lu Aniu, but only caught the other's phantom.

Lu Aniu's movements were so precise, down to the millimeter, that he seamlessly transitioned between reality and illusion. It was hard to believe that such reflexes belonged to a man over two hundred years old. Zhang Renfeng's movements were so fast that afterimages could be seen, yet Lu Aniu still managed to slip past him, shrinking his body and disappearing into his blind spot. Because the movement was so quick, from Zhang Renfeng's perspective, it looked as if the other man had suddenly flashed to his side and then vanished for a brief second.

Tick.

one second.

The sword flashed like a shadow, gliding across the thick limbs with a light and sharp "hissing" sound, like scissors cutting through cloth.

……

"Whoa—!!"

Blood spurted out.

For the first time, Zhang Renfeng showed signs of hesitation, pulling his hands and feet back. He then jumped up and immediately created distance, no longer attacking rashly. He looked down to check his wounds—bloodstains from the slashes were visible on his elbows and knees.

He stretched his wrists and ankles, then looked at the sword in Lu Aniu's hand, as if it were a magnet, and was firmly attached to it.

In the life-or-death battle, Lu Aniu didn't aim directly for vital organs like the neck, but instead chose to "shave off the four corners" first. Once the elbows and knees were cut off, no matter how fierce the force was, it couldn't be exerted, and he would naturally be at the mercy of his opponent.

But to his surprise, even his strongest combination of "Nine Yin Manual + Six Swords" was ineffective. It wasn't that he couldn't continue cutting, but the opponent's bones were simply too hard. Cutting further would consume too much time, and Zhang Renfeng could easily twist his waist and punch him in that instant.

One punch.

With just one punch, the advantage previously established could be completely wiped out.

"Hahaha……"

At this point, Lu Aniu couldn't help but laugh out loud. Perhaps he couldn't suppress his excitement. He raised his hand and twirled his sword, commenting, "This is really exhilarating. Since I set foot on this land, I have almost never encountered a battle that requires careful planning."

"Westerners' muskets are indeed powerful, allowing ordinary people to wield the power of a single, fatal blow with the mere flick of a finger. But for me, it's still too slow, and it can't yet be called the 'Tao'."

"That's what you think too, isn't it...?"

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"?!"

Halfway through his sentence, Lu Aniu sensed something was wrong, his expression changed, and he immediately stopped talking!

Dozens of meters away, Zhang Renfeng's posture changed.

The previous slashes had indeed had an effect; blood was slowly seeping from the wounds on his elbows and knees.

But Zhang Renfeng no longer stood on two legs as before. He had degenerated into a quadruped, with his arms, which were much longer than those of an ordinary person, supporting him on the ground. His back was arched into a hard line, and his muscles, which rose like small mountains, appeared even more solid.

A low, thunderous roar escaped his throat, and his hair stood on end.

His eyes were about to split, and his eyes showed a fierce light!

"You..." Lu Aniu gritted his teeth, a rare occurrence for him, and his smile immediately turned fierce. "You really aren't human!"

"Boom!!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Renfeng used all four limbs in quick succession, as swift as a leopard, as fierce as a tiger, and as ruthless as a wolf, to pounce. But if one had to describe it, no carnivore could truly compare to Zhang Renfeng at this moment, and the oppressive feeling he brought after several leaps.

Lu Aniu gasped, pulled himself apart, and unleashed the Six Swords!

Chapter 813: Fallen Leaves

Nine is the "ultimate number," a number associated with masculinity. In ancient culture, anything related to concepts of nobility and supreme status seems to be associated with this number. For example, phrases like "a word carries the weight of nine tripods" and "the supreme ruler of the ninth and fifth rank" are used to describe something that has reached its limit and become the ultimate in a particular field.

However, people are not so optimistic about the number "ten".

Perhaps in ancient times, people were used to counting from one to nine. Nine reached the top, but it was still one short of the perfect ten.

The world is inherently imperfect; imperfection is also a kind of beauty, beyond human reach. People generally accept that anything that reaches its limit when it climbs to ninety is already at its limit.

Like the third sword in the Six Swords series, the sword manual records 999 sword techniques. In terms of swordsmanship, it has undeniably reached its limit. In a sense, this can be seen as a clash between two different limits—the limit of power and the limit of skill!

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It is listed as the "Third Sword" because, according to the requirements of the founder of this sword technique, all nine hundred and ninety-nine moves must be unleashed in a very short period of time.

To complete all the movements in an instant, like rain pounding on banana leaves or wind sweeping away clouds, is truly inhuman. This move is named "Well Overturning," a term used to describe heavy rain, as if a giant well in the sky has overturned, and all the water inside is pouring down at once, densely packed, making it hard to breathe!

Because the requirements for the user's quality are too high, most of the Six Swords inheritors can only linger between the first and second swords in their entire lives.

This was also Lu Aniu's original intention in passing on half of the sword manual to Henry: he felt that the boy had a good heart, and since he liked being a knight, he couldn't be ignorant of swordsmanship. Learning the first two moves would be enough for him to roam freely across this continent.

Of course, his "life" and the "life" of an ordinary person are completely different concepts.