Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 47 - 45 Today, Non-Human Again

Chapter 47: Chapter 45 Today, Non-Human Again

On the banks of the Luoshui River, large trees toppled, and birds in the forest took flight in alarm.

Boom!

A thunderous roar split the air, and Wang Yuan, with his clothes in tatters, was once again sent flying. He pushed off against a thick tree trunk with his feet, then lunged at Zheng Yong once more.

One an "Integrated Force," the other a "Non-Human," the two combatants clashed flesh on flesh, the fight having already lasted the duration of a cup of tea.

Though Wang Yuan was consistently on the defensive throughout, every time he was knocked down, he immediately sprang up from the ground, lively as a dragon, to continue taking hits.

Amidst the clash of the two martial techniques "White Tiger Military Art" and "Mystic Armor Military Technique,"

every inch of his skin, every muscle fiber was being relentlessly tempered, rapidly breaking through the limits of the human body and converging towards a much more formidable type of being.

Meanwhile, the endless stream of Pure Essence Qi within him took the place of the "Tiger Yang Medicine Wine" and the tiger blood, tiger marrow, and internal organs from the White Mountain Lord, ensuring this violent metamorphosis wouldn’t harm his body.

During this time,

it was extremely bizarre that Zheng Yong, the "Daoist Soldier," who surpassed Wang Yuan in every aspect, somehow couldn’t strike any critical hits at all.

It was as though he was cursed with bad luck, and the heavens themselves were opposing him.

In truth, with Wang Yuan’s "-5" Qi Fortune engaging in close combat with a Daoist Soldier-level expert, the one who should have been encountering accidents frequently was him.

Yet, the reality was the exact opposite.

Under normal circumstances, to boost his Qi Fortune even slightly, he would need 1,500 points of "Yin Morality," but all he had saved was only half that amount.

However, at this moment, his "Biography" within the "Small Book of Life and Death" inexplicably showed his Qi Fortune to be "-2," described as "White Smoke Surrounding the Beam."

His fortune had incredibly increased by three points on its original basis!

Looking back at Zheng Yong, his Qi Fortune, which was once considerably stronger than that of an ordinary person, had now turned to "-6, dark clouds pressing down, three flames nearing extinguishment, extreme misfortune!"

In a short span of time, the lifetime of good fortune of this Daoist Soldier was about to be completely drained by the "Rashamon Bone."

Of course, though Wang Yuan received seven parts of Essence Qi, the boost to his Qi Fortune was somewhat illusory; it was not a permanent improvement but merely a temporary gain that couldn’t last.

After reaching a three-point increase, it could only be maintained for two hours at most, and would quickly revert back to its original state.

It was sufficiently against the heavens!

Therefore, although the real strength comparison between the two was like that of a strong man to a child,

this strong man had not eaten or drunk for three days, and while he still had a frightening frame, he no longer possessed the capability to kill Wang Yuan quickly.

Instead, he had become a whetstone for Wang Yuan’s breakthrough.

"Come again! Roar——!"

The essence of the "White Tiger Military Art" is one word—ferocity!

Bravery! Vigor! Swiftness!

Whether it was swordsmanship or boxing, when you strike, you strike at the courage first, never losing the momentum to your opponent.

He took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen stretched taut, bulging like a small mouse. He pushed it down to his Dantian before surging it forth again.

Drawing power from the Dantian, he changed from the Inner Refining ingrained in his marrow to external release.

A fierce roar, a tiger’s roar through the forest!

Facing this tiger’s roar, Zheng Yong felt a buzzing in his ears, even affecting the balance of his footwork.

And Wang Yuan, moving swiftly close to the ground, struck with a Cross-Step Elbow Strike.

His whole body, tense like a taut bow, suddenly exploded with force, driving his hard elbow like a heavy hammer with a fierce strike upon Zheng Yong’s chest.

If an "Integrated Force" were here, just this series of combinations could likely leave him bewildered and dead on the spot.

But the "Mystic Armor Guard," sturdy inside and out, not only withstood Wang Yuan’s full-force strike with his chest but also quickly regained his balance.

He immediately threw a punch, sending Wang Yuan retreating several steps again.

Wang Yuan bent his legs and sprang forward once more, fists hammering and legs whipping, like a tiger fiercely hunting an elephant, growing more ferocious as the battle raged on.

"Huff... Huff..."

Zheng Yong, his face pale as a ghost, gasped for breath desperately.

The one getting beaten grew more spirited with each hit, but the one dishing out the blows felt as if he were about to drop dead from exhaustion.

Even at this moment, he had no clue what had gone wrong. Looking at the young man in front of him who just wouldn’t die, he felt a genuine chill in his heart.

The scales of victory in this "fair duel" seemed to be gradually tipping.

But even though he was fully aware that something terrible was happening,

the "Rashamon Bone" that had already fully merged with him controlled him through the "Deceitful Heart," compelling him to kill all those who had seen the "treasure" at any cost.

He had no choice but to fight to the death without retreat.

"Die, all of you!"

This Mystic Armor Guard’s eyes shone with ferocity, and his heart, comparable to that of a wild beast, throbbed violently. His entire body’s muscles, bones, and fasciae suddenly began trembling at a high frequency in a very regular pattern.

All of his remaining essence, qi, and spirit converged into his dantian, as if harking back to the chaos of the universe’s creation, evoking that singular origin of the Great Thousand World.

The next moment, the Qi Blood Elixir within him exploded with a bang.

His already-weakening fortunes of wealth, prosperity, and longevity overextended as they began to burn fiercely once again, even forming a layer of fiery qi force that was visible to the naked eye on the surface of his body.

His bones made cracking noises, his whole body grew by half a foot, his skin turned dark and took on an iron hue, seeming not human anymore but transformed into an incredibly hard iron statue.

This was the killing move of the Non-Human Realm Daoist Soldier - "One Drumming Spirit," which detonated all the qi-blood and power within the body, unleashing an unimaginably terrifying force within a few breaths.

In the following instant, Zheng Yong, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, crazily charged towards Wang Yuan.

This time, Wang Yuan didn’t dare to collide head-on anymore.

A Non-Human Daoist Soldier in such a desperate state didn’t need to hit his vital points; a casual punch would probably leave him with broken bones and torn ligaments.

He decisively revealed his last trump card.

Pulling out three strands of hair from the back of his head at lightning speed, he blew on them gently and shouted,

"Shed the old and take on the new, turn disaster into blessing, obey my command to tangle, stay by my side, unleash your fierce power, withdraw when I demand. Swift as the decree!"

"Transform!"

Howl—!

The sound of a tiger’s roar, shaking the mountains and forests, exploded in their ears.

The three strands of Tiger Fur grew as the wind touched them, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into three black and yellow tigers with hanging eyes, charging against the unstoppable force of Zheng Yong’s fists.

The "Transformation into Tiger Technique" that had been saved until now instantly did its job.

Even if Zheng Yong had unleashed his killing move, his essence, qi, and spirit, as well as his three fortunes, were almost completely drained by the "Rashamon Bone."

His three souls and seven spirits stirred restlessly, nearly leaving his body to ascend, and his brain was somewhat unclear.

As the three "Fake Tigers" bearing tremendous Tiger Might attacked him, he was startled as if his soul had been shocked.

Without a word, his pair of fists, heavy as hammers, carried a fierce howl as they smashed down thunderously.

One "Fake Tiger" burst apart upon contact, vanishing without a trace.

Then, the second and third "Fake Tigers" that followed were quickly upon him.

As the saying goes, the spirit is strongest at first, weakens on the second effort, and is exhausted by the third. No matter how powerful the force, after being deceived by the "Fake Tigers," it was depleted to the point of exhaustion.

The last to face him was none other than Wang Yuan, who awaited his opportunity with ease, breathing lightly, having adjusted his condition to its peak.

"Die!"

Wang Yuan shouted explosively, sidestepping the last bit of residual force in Zheng Yong’s iron fists.

The seam on his right pant leg burst open, his leg whipping back in a sudden withdrawal.

A "Tiger Tail Kick," fierce as a steel whip, landed brutally on Zheng Yong’s temple.

Accompanied by a booming sound like a sledgehammer smashing on an anvil,

this Mystic Armor Guard’s head, along with his body, twisted violently and then he thumped to the ground with a heavy fall.

Stirring up a large swath of withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground.

His tough-as-steel skin and bones remained intact, but the tricky power that he had learned from Cui Tong had already burrowed into his brain, turning the inside into mush.

The Daoist Soldier...dead!

Wang Yuan’s feet touched the ground once again.

His posture was upright, like a spear, with the mountain breeze fluttering, his tattered robe making a loud noise.

At the same time, as his blood and qi surged, a crisp snapping sound suddenly rang by his ear.

Crack!

It felt as though golden locks had sprung open inside him, and a trembling sensation from deep within his blood vessels rose from the bottom of his spine and then rapidly spread throughout his body.

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