Poison Cultivator Huang Zhike had been dodging and not attacking because he was trying to exhaust Fu Xi's stamina and also to study his moves. Thirty-six Demon Vanquishing Hammers had many moves, but if it was used too many times, it would be remembered. Especially since Huang Zhike was so close to him, he could remember every move and every move clearly.
As soon as Fuxi smashed out with his hammer, Huang Zhike already knew his movement trajectory. Without waiting for the next move, Huang Zhike slashed at his back. It was indeed sinister but effective.
"Roar!"
Fu Xi roared as he was attacked from behind and stabbed his hammers behind him. This move was exquisite and could attack the enemy from behind without turning around. However, Huang Zhike had expected it and turned into poison mist again to avoid the attack. Thirty-six Demon Vanquishing Hammers were busy for a while but still couldn't hit Huang Zhike because he kept his poison mist form and refused to appear.
"What's going on? This can't go on."
"That's right. Can't the Fu Clan do anything else?"
The male audience members were more anxious than Fu Xi himself. The hammers were solid and the poison mist was something like water vapor. They couldn't hit him no matter what. The hammers' wind was so strong that they could blow the poison mist to the side. Moreover, no one knew where Huang Zhike's real body was hiding in the poison mist.
"I don't think that red-haired monster can make it."
"He's so ugly, he definitely can't beat Young Master Huang."
The female audience members were happy because Huang Zhike was basically invincible. Anyway, Fu Xi couldn't hit him and he could attack him at any time.
Perhaps in response to the female audience's enthusiasm, Huang Zhike suddenly appeared above Fu Xi. While he was unprepared, he slashed at the back of Fu Xi's neck even more fiercely. This was the weakest part of the human body and the blood vessels were more abundant. Being cut by a poison knife was no joke.
"Sizzle …"
Fu Xi's body had been tempered thousands of times. This knife didn't completely cut through the skin on his neck and only left a white mark. At the same time, white smoke rose. That was the poison invading his body.
"Hmph, you can dodge now but not forever!"
The West Continent's Poison Monarch, who was watching from below the stage, was very satisfied with his subordinate's performance. Although Fu Xi could still be the City Lord, his stamina would definitely decrease over time. Moreover, there was a limit to the toughness of the skin. No matter how tough the skin was, it would still be cut through, and the poison would take the opportunity to enter the bloodstream. To put it bluntly, he was just stalling for time.
Brother Fu Xi should have some sort of plan. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so willing to be abused again and again. Du Feng was also observing from below the stage. He had some understanding of Fu Xi. With Fu Xi's temper, if it wasn't for the fact that he had a plan, he would have already exploded in anger.
"What are they doing? These two are taking up too much time. Are they done yet?"
The contestants behind Fu Xi and the others began to complain. Because there was a limit to the number of matches that could be played in a day, this match would take up too much time, and the contestants behind would have to continue waiting, delaying everyone's time. Although there were complaints, Fu Xi continued to swing his hammer, and there was no change in his movements. On the other hand, Huang Zhike attacked more and more.
He was already familiar with Fu Xi's routine. Every time he appeared, he would find the best opportunity to slash his opponent's body. After a few times, many white marks appeared on Fu Xi's bronze-colored skin. There were even some places that were about to split open.
"Tsk, he's still not admitting defeat? Is he waiting for Young Master Huang to kill him?"
"Simple minded, this kind of person deserves to die."
The female audience saw how badly Fu Xi was beaten up and felt that he was a little pitiful. However, when they thought about who his opponent was, they still hoped that Fu Xi would lose.
Swoosh … Huang Zhike used his movement technique and appeared above Fu Xi again, wanting to slash his neck. If he slashed again, he would definitely be able to cut through and let the poison enter the bloodstream.
"Get down here!"
However, the situation this time was different from what he imagined. Fu Xi did not continue to use his Thirty-Six Paths Devil Subduing Hammer. Instead, he pulled Huang Zhike down from above. His hand was like a cattail leaf fan, and he could cover Huang Zhike's entire head with a single hand.
Ground-hitting Hammer!
Next was the Thirty-Six Paths Devil Subduing Hammer's Ground-hitting Hammer. However, this time, he did not use the hammer to smash the ground. Instead, he grabbed Huang Zhike's head and smashed it into the ground. Huang Zhike's own weight, Fu Xi's weight, and the falling force were all exerted on this head.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Grandpa Lan saw that the situation was not good. Fu Xi was going to kill someone. According to the Roll of Honor's rules, contestants were not allowed to kill. Because Fu Xi had been passively taking hits, even he did not expect that he would choose to counterattack now, and with such a vicious move.
The other person who shouted for him to stop was naturally the West Continent's Poison Monarch. His underling was being abused, and he had to help. The two of them rushed onto the stage at almost the same time. Grandpa Lan was prepared to stop Fu Xi, while the West Continent's Poison Monarch wanted to send him flying, just like how he wanted to send Du Feng flying previously.
But in the end, the two of them did not manage to save him in time. Huang Zhike's head fiercely smashed onto the stage. He wanted to transform into his Poison Mist state again. However, Fu Xi's hand was covered in flames, and it interfered with his transformation. This collision was unavoidable.
"Bang!"
After a loud explosion, Fuxi rolled on the ground and dodged to the side. Hence, at the same time, Grandpa Lan and the West Continent's Poison Monarch arrived. Grandpa Lan even purposely pushed the Poison Monarch. This way, the Poison Monarch would not be able to take the opportunity to attack Fu Xi.
"Don't worry, he's not dead. You can go down."
Grandpa Lan took a look. Huang Zhike was not dead, but he had fainted. To be more accurate, he was not completely dead, but he was half-dead and fainted. Fu Xi's attack had shattered all the bones in his body, and his internal organs were bleeding profusely. But what was interesting was that his head was not smashed.
He had obviously used his head to smash onto the stage, but in the end, his head was not smashed, but the rest of his body was smashed. This was the brilliance of Fu Xi. Of course, he knew that he could not break the rules. If he did, he would be disqualified. However, the rules only said that he could not kill, but did not say that he could not seriously injure.
"Hmph!"
The West Continent's Poison Monarch glared at Fu Xi, then looked at Grandpa Lan, and angrily left the stage. He was not the referee today. Rushing onto the stage to interfere with the competition was already wrong, and he did not want to argue further. His capable underling was beaten to a high level paraplegic, and as the West Continent's overlord, he could not do anything to Fu Xi. This was really depressing for him.
"Contestant Fu Xi wins this round!"
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