"Bastard!"
In the battle ring, Wang Dongliu was flustered and exasperated. As time passed, the expression on his face became darker and more anxious.
Lin Buzheng's martial cultivation was only at stage six of body path, but he was at stage nine of body path. Furthermore, his sword technique was of a higher grade than Lin Buzheng's fist technique, and he had even cultivated it to the initial stage.
Even so, Wang Dongliu was still unable to take down Lin Buzheng in a short period of time. This naturally made Wang Dongliu extremely anxious and embarrassed.
"Falling Flower Tornado!"
"Falling Flower Lightning!"
"Falling Flower Return to Solitude!"
Wang Dongliu roared and finally stopped holding back. His sword flashed as he used the most powerful moves of the Falling Flower Merciless Sword Technique!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, with Wang Dongliu as the center, more than ten sword lights flashed and slashed towards Lin Buzheng from all angles at a dazzling speed!
Along the way, countless sharp sword lights swept past, leaving deep sword marks on the ground. Even the faintest wisp of sword light would cut off dozens of branches of different thicknesses above their heads.
From this, one could see how powerful Wang Dongliu's sword technique was!
"Bull Hooves Shattering the Earth!"
"Bull Back Trembling the Mountains!"
"Bull Tendon Explosion!"
However, faced with Wang Dongliu's furious attack, Lin Buzheng's response was very ingenious. He used the three moves of the Raging Bull Fist leisurely, attacking fiercely or retreating elegantly.
All in all, he managed to find a flaw in Wang Dongliu's three deadly swords. He even found a gap that couldn't even be considered a flaw. He completely eliminated Wang Dongliu's three deadly swords and turned them into nothingness!
"Bastard!"
"What fist technique is this? You definitely don't cultivate the Raging Bull Fist! "
Wang Dongliu's pupils constricted as he watched Lin Buzheng dodge all three of his moves with ingenious fist techniques. He became more and more shocked.
Throughout the battle, Wang Dongliu had used the thirty-six moves of the Falling Flower Merciless Sword Technique multiple times.
However, from start to finish, Lin Buzheng only had five moves to deal with it.
The five forms of fist techniques were big and bold, and every form was incomparably rough. However, there was a feeling of a heavy sword without a sharp edge, and a feeling of great ingenuity. It completely countered Wang Dongliu's Falling Flower Merciless Sword.
It was fundamentally different from Wang Dongliu's impression of the stiff and clumsy Raging Bull Fist!
Again!
The hooves of the ox shattered the ground!
Lin Buzheng naturally wouldn't answer Wang Dongliu's question. Instead, he focused all his attention on every single punch that he threw out.
Every time he punched out, Lin Buzheng gained a new understanding of the Raging Bull Fist.
Every time he punched, Lin Buzheng's movements would be slightly adjusted. He would either slightly raise his fist or slightly lower it. The difference between before and after was not more than a hair's breadth.
However, it was precisely this slight difference that allowed the might of Lin Buzheng's Raging Bull Fist to multiply!
At the start, Wang Dongliu's sword technique required Lin Buzheng to dodge a few moves before he could block it.
However, gradually, Lin Buzheng's punches were able to block Wang Dongliu's sword.
Finally, Lin Buzheng punched out, and the wind from his punches howled. It was as if dozens of raging bulls were galloping at the same time. The explosive power it produced instantly shattered the sword light in Wang Dongliu's hands, and he was utterly defeated!
At this point, Lin Buzheng could finally use the peak level of the Raging Bull Fist with ease!
"It's over!"
In the ring of battle, Lin Buzheng let out a low roar, and he punched out with a Bull Tendon Explosion!
Pata!
Lin Buzheng's knees sank slightly, and his back was as tight as a bow. All the muscles in his body were tensed, and all the power in his body was gathered in his right fist!
This punch was like the iron hooves of a raging bull, the sharp horns of a bull, and the leg of a bull that was kicking back …
It was as if the five forms of the Raging Bull Fist were perfectly merged together.
With an unparalleled majestic aura, it completely drowned Wang Dongliu's entire body!
"No!"
Wang Dongliu's eyes widened, and his face contorted. Facing Lin Buzheng's punch, he let out a desperate roar!
The martial arts instincts in his body told him that no matter what, he would not be able to take this punch from Lin Buzheng!
Even so, Wang Dongliu still raised the long sword in his hand instinctively, and with the 36th form of the Falling Flowers Merciless Sword, which was also the last form, he ruthlessly chopped down on Lin Buzheng's punch!
Falling Flowers Merciless Heart!
At the juncture of life and death, Wang Dongliu unleashed the power of this sword to the extreme!
The tip of the sword cut through the air, and it emitted a sharp and terrifying sound, and it collided violently with the wind from Lin Buzheng's fist!
Lin Buzheng punched out continuously, and in an instant, the Raging Bull Fist seemed to have come to life. In an instant, it was a series of explosive attacks, and it exploded crazily. It was perfect and flawless, and it merged into one!
Bull Hooves Shatter the Ground! Bull Horn Shatter the Sky! Bull Back Quakes the Mountains! Bull Leg Soar! Bull Tendon Explosion!
Bull Hooves Shatter the Ground! Bull Horn Piercing the Sky! Bull Back Quaking the Mountains! Bull Leg Soar! Bull Tendon Explosion!
Bull Hoof Shatters the Ground! Bull Horn Piercing the Sky! Bull Back Quaking the Mountains! Bull Leg Soar! Bull Tendon Explosion!
Five forms merged into one, and it was an endless chain!
A loud sound rang out!
Crack!
The sound of a long sword cutting through rang out!
Crack!
Following that was the sound of an arm bone breaking!
Crack!
Finally, there was the sound of dozens of ribs breaking at the same time!
Lin Buzheng's punch had smashed the long sword in Wang Dongliu's hand into two, and then it broke Wang Dongliu's arm. His punch landed right on Wang Dongliu's chest, and it penetrated his chest. Hot blood spurted out, and his back protruded!
"Ugh, ugh —"
Wang Dongliu spat out a large mouthful of blood, and he looked at Lin Buzheng in horror. His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the next moment, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground, dead.
"If you knew this would happen, you wouldn't have done it in the first place."
Lin Buzheng shook his head lightly. He did not feel anything about Wang Dongliu's death.
Squatting down, he searched Wang Dongliu's corpse carefully.
Wang Dongliu had once told him that someone had paid three Vitality Pills to take his life.
Time was tight, and Wang Dongliu did not have the time to consume it, so he had to carry it with him.
"Found it!"
In the next moment, Lin Buzheng found an exquisitely crafted pill box on Wang Dongliu's body.
Opening the pill box, a faint pill fragrance spread out, and it was refreshing.
In the middle of the box, there were three black pearl-sized pills, and they were undoubtedly Vitality Pills.
"These three Vitality Pills are mine!"
Lin Buzheng's face was filled with joy, and he carefully kept the pill box.
Other than the Vitality Pills, Lin Buzheng also found a small booklet in Wang Dongliu's robes.
"15th of March, stabbed an old woman to death with 55 swords. The fifteenth form of the Falling Flower Merciless Sword, Falling Flower Tornado, achieved small success. Happy."
"1st of April, turned a Lin family disciple into a human stick with 40 swords. This person could not bear the pain, and bit his tongue to commit suicide. Failed to cultivate the Falling Flower Thunderbolt, and angry. Next time, I need to chop off his tongue first … "
The booklet recorded the process of Wang Dongliu's cultivation of the Falling Flower Merciless Sword.
Every record represented a fresh life!
"Using one's life to cultivate the sword, one's death is not to be regretted!"
Lin Buzheng took a deep breath. Once again, he witnessed the cold-blooded and cruel world of martial arts.
In the world of martial arts, the strong preyed on the weak. Being weak was a sin.
Lin Buzheng would not be like Wang Dongliu, who would do anything to increase his strength. However, he would not be like the people in the booklet, weak and powerless, waiting to be slaughtered, and becoming a living target for others!
"Time to go!"
"Lin Liuliu, wait for me …"
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