Chapter Forty-Four: A Head-on Collision, I'll Screw You to Death

  PS: The goddess is gone, please comfort me, and I can only code from now on. Also, I'm going to Shanghai today, so there will only be one update, trying to stabilize the next one, starting next week, three updates will resume, thank you for your support.

  "Three volumes of fist technique secrets, one volume of leg technique secrets, one volume of battle axe secrets, one volume of whip technique secrets, one sword manual, twenty Qi-breathing pellets, three hundred thousand silver tickets, ten Calming Heart pellets..."

  Wei Hong gazed at these things, a faint smile also appeared on his face. It seemed that these six people had also cleaned up quite a few of the Wei family's juniors. This time, they were all cheap for me.

  After putting away these things, Wei Hong gave a boxing manual and three tranquilizing pills to Wei Ning. Looking at Wei Ning's appearance, he said faintly: "It will be more difficult to get through later on, if you can't adjust yourself, then it's better for you to return to Songlin Town early."

  After finishing speaking, Wei Hong didn't persuade Wei Ning anymore and directly strode towards the depths with large steps, his right hand holding a knife, ready to kill all the way there. Such an opportunity to get rich wasn't easily encountered.

  Wei Ning's eyes showed a tangled expression as she gazed at Wei Hong's figure, gritted her teeth and followed him.

  The further they walked, the stronger the smell of blood became. Wei Hong's eyes also showed a hint of caution, his right hand tightly gripping the Blade of Domination. Looking at the ground, every few meters, there were young men falling to the ground, their deaths extremely tragic. Wei Hong's eyes also revealed a hint of anger.

  He glanced at Wei Ning and shouted in a low voice: "Speed up."

  As he spoke, Wei Hong took a step forward, directly striding ten meters away, running towards the distance. His soul force was released externally, and his Lingbo Step was performed to its extreme. Finally, Wei Hong felt that there were people fighting in front of him.

  After a few jumps, Wei Hong finally saw the front, three teenagers were trapped in a fierce battle, and Wei Hong didn't stay for a moment, directly wielding his knife to join the fight.

  "The Endless Long Sword"

  Wei Hong angrily shouted, directly chopping towards a nearby middle-aged loose cultivator. With one swing of his knife, a shrill whistling sound arose, emitting an intense killing intent. Before the knife even arrived, it had already locked onto the middle-aged loose cultivator.

  "Hmm"

  Wei Hong cut the middle-aged loose cultivator in half like a watermelon, and then, without stopping, he instantly moved to another person's face.

  Wei Hong's sudden appearance also shocked everyone, however, the three young men showed joy on their faces, because they naturally saw that Wei Hong was also a fellow practitioner.

  Some people were delighted, while others were angry. A man in black clothes inside the arena, seeing Wei Hong's sudden participation, revealed a hint of anger: "You little brat, you're looking for death."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he abandoned the young man who was his opponent and attacked Wei Hong instead. His eyes revealed a fierce and cruel expression, his right hand clenched into fists, and he ruthlessly smashed them towards Wei Hong's face.

  "Welcome."

  Wei Hong let out a loud shout and directly raised his Overlord Sword, grasping the hilt with both hands as he fiercely chopped down at him.

  "Boom!"

  What made Wei Hong feel astonished was that the black-clad man's right fist had directly withstood his full-strength blow, causing him to involuntarily retreat several steps. At this time, the black-clad man's second attack also arrived in front of him.

  Wei Hong didn't panic, and with a swift movement, he dodged the black-clad man's attack. However, his momentum weakened slightly. The black-clad man revealed a hint of a smile: "Youngster, I didn't want to end this fight so quickly, but since you want to die, then don't blame me."

  A low growl, the man in black swung his fists at Wei Hong again. Looking at the man in black, Wei Hong's eyes also showed a fierce glint. Comparing strength, then let's have a hard collision.

  Wei Hong surprisingly also clenched his fists and was about to engage in a fierce battle with the man in black.

  "Little kid, you're looking for death! These two fists of mine have the power of five tigers, and can settle this fight in one go!" The black-clad man sneered inwardly, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he viciously struck at Wei Hong.

  "Boom!"

  The two men's fierce attacks collided, and then both retreated three steps at the same time. Looking at the shocked expression on the black-clad man's face, Wei Hong shouted: "Come again."

  His barbaric bull fist had already advanced, and at this time, Wei Hong's strength had reached the power of seven tigers. In a contest of strength, he was not afraid at all. One punch was more powerful than the other, and Wei Hong and the black-clothed man were entangled in a struggle.

  In the arena, the other three young men were relieved of pressure, and their own strength was not weak. Now there are only two people left in the arena, with a temporary advantage of 3 to 2, although they cannot win for the time being, but also slightly occupy the upper hand.

  However, with the arrival of Wei Ning closely following, four against two, those two scattered cultivators were thoroughly at a disadvantage, and in an instant, one of the scattered cultivators was struck dead.

  "Ah." The man in black looked up, even more enraged, and suddenly threw a punch, exchanging a fierce blow with Wei Hong. The two men retreated several steps back once again.

  "Tiger Roar Fist"

  The man in black suddenly calmed down, his cold gaze fixed on Wei Hong. A low shout rang out, and then he threw a right fist, followed by a left fist, like a fierce tiger, fiercely attacking Wei Hong.

  Roar

  The moment he threw his fist, a ferocious tiger appeared out of thin air, letting out a deafening roar as it charged towards Wei Hong with its eyes wide open.

  "Boxing of the Barbarian Ox."

  Wei Hongwang saw the black-clad man punch, and he actually combined the three styles of the Barbarian King in the canyon, where he realized a thread of the true meaning of the Barbarian Cow Fist. At this time, lightly floating towards the black-clad man's illusory tiger attack.

  Only to see, the black-clothed man's attack was fierce and violent, while Wei Hong's attack seemed so lukewarm. A ferocious bull appeared out of thin air, without any expression, and charged towards the fierce tiger.

  "Boom."

  "Wah, wah."

  Two loud crashes, as they moved forward, the fierce bull suddenly accelerated and directly knocked the tiger over, while at this time, Wei Hong's fists also reached the chest of the black-clothed man.

  Expansion

  A very powerful attack directly sent the man in black flying, however, at the moment of falling, the man in black surprisingly didn't have too serious an injury. With a flip of his body, he steadied his footing.

  Wei Hong also showed a hint of regret, the black-clad man in front of him was only at the seventh rank, but his physical strength was too powerful, for the time being, Wei Hong really couldn't take him down.

  "Are you going to use that move?" Wei Hong instantly negated, as Wei Tian Nan had said before, unless absolutely necessary, otherwise, do not use it lightly.

  "Kid, I admit you're strong, but that's where it ends." The black-clad man's face was no longer arrogant, and had become solemn instead, yet he still spoke with an air of superiority.

  Wei Hong didn't waste any words and directly attacked the black-clad man. At this moment, the black-clad man suddenly clapped his chest twice, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. As Wei Hong was about to reach him, he clapped again, and with three mouthfuls of blood spraying out, the black-clad man's face turned pale, but his aura actually increased.

  "Puff." Wei Hong's attack, which was about to reach the black-clad man, was directly blocked by the latter with a light and effortless motion. Immediately afterwards, a fist came crashing towards Wei Hong.

  Wei Hong stretched out his hand to block, but was suddenly blown away by the black-clothed man's explosive power. As he flew backwards, Wei Hong's Overlord Sword reappeared in his hand.

  Wei Hong suddenly stopped in his tracks and swung his sword at the black-clad man.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bang!

  ……

  At this time, the man in black was simply invulnerable to swords and guns. Eighteen consecutive slashes had no effect on him whatsoever. Suddenly, Wei Hong's eyes flickered.

  "The Endless Long Sword"

  Wei Hong charged forward, his face set against the black-clad man. Seeing this, Wei Hong's knife momentum slightly weakened, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The difference in their realms was now apparent. With this one move, it should be time to end the fight. Thinking so, the black-clad man also prepared to lightly parry.

  But just as Wei Hong was about to reach the black-clad man, he suddenly accelerated and disappeared. The black-clad man's face changed: "What?"

  Wei Hong's Lingbo Step reached its peak, and he suddenly appeared behind the black-clothed man. A sly smile spread across his face as he swung his knife in a slashing motion, then stabbed it fiercely towards the black-clothed man's buttocks.

  "Hmm"

  A mournful cry that could extinguish the vitality of all living things burst forth from the black-clad man's mouth, "Weak... strike... done." The black-clad man's face no longer had a hint of arrogance, and instead became solemn, with a tinge of

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