Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World
Chapter 288 - 165: Full Firepower, Complete Victory

Chapter 288: Chapter 165: Full Firepower, Complete Victory

The corpse of Yun Feihe, the cautionary tale, hadn’t even cooled yet. The three men were naturally extremely wary of Gu Sheng’s Stone-breaking Crossbow, and upon hearing any noise, they’d swiftly dodge to the side.

"Press forward! He’s merely at the Perfect stage of the Blood Refining Realm. As long as we close in, he won’t pose any threat!"

The man with the deepest aura immediately made a decision. As he reached into his long robe, his hand emerged clutching several throwing knives. These knives were not the typical silver hue but greenish, clearly laced with deadly poison.

"Be careful, Brother Gu! This bunch of bastards are all sly degenerates, every single weapon they wield is poisoned!"

Even without Mo Buwen’s warning, Gu Sheng already knew. After all, normal blades wouldn’t possibly have a greenish tint!

The man exerted force with his hands, flinging the throwing knives toward Gu Sheng in rapid succession.

The Thousand Poison Sect’s trademark techniques were twofold: their poisonous arts and the endless variety of hidden weapons.

These seemingly ordinary throwing knives, in their hands, were imbued with tremendous power through their unique skills. Even though the knives were flung manually, the friction with the air produced a sound reminiscent of arrows leaving a bowstring, their speed astonishingly fast!

Gu Sheng didn’t take them lightly. He immediately flung the wooden crate on his back to the front, using it as a shield against the flying knives.

The crate was made of ordinary wood, unable to withstand the knives. It was pierced instantly upon contact. Naturally, Gu Sheng hadn’t hoped to block the knives with the wooden planks—his true intention lay within the crate: the Thirst Blood Axe!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The throwing knives embedded themselves in the wooden crate, striking the Thirst Blood Axe with crisp, clear sounds.

Although the knives didn’t achieve their purpose, the man from the Thousand Poison Sect wasn’t upset. Instead, his face carried a sinister smirk: "Hmph! Let’s see what trickery you have left now!"

During this brief moment of distraction, the other two men from the Thousand Poison Sect had already closed in on Gu Sheng. Each held bizarrely shaped weapons—one wielded a curved short blade, while the other gripped a stubby pitchfork. Despite their unique designs, their weapons shared one feature: they were both poisoned. The blade gleamed green, while the pitchfork was a dark purple-black. Both men wore specialized animal hide gloves, showcasing the potency of their toxins—even they had to take precautions.

Seeing Gu Sheng surrounded, Mo Buwen’s heart seized with tension. Unfortunately, he was too frail at the moment, unable to do anything but panic.

"Without the Stone-breaking Crossbow, let’s see how you plan to fight us!"

The two men were only a meter or two away. At such close distances, Gu Sheng wouldn’t have a chance to reload or fire. Without his crossbow, Gu Sheng was, in their eyes, a fish on a cutting board, ready for slaughter.

Gu Sheng tossed the Stone-breaking Crossbow to Mo Buwen and, with a faint smile, said, "You really think you’ve cornered me?"

The two men from the Thousand Poison Sect chuckled at his words: "Of course, what else?" They lunged at Gu Sheng, weapons ready, one from the left and the other from the right.

It had to be said—the Thousand Poison Sect’s tactics were indeed despicable. Their choice of targets wasn’t following conventional martial paths. The man wielding the curved blade aimed for Gu Sheng’s lower body, while the one holding the pitchfork aimed directly at Gu Sheng’s kidneys.

"Hehe, you’re a young, strong lad. Those kidneys must be nice and tender. Rest assured, I’ll carve them out and eat them in front of you one bite at a time!"

The man with the pitchfork was utterly perverse. As he spoke, he couldn’t restrain himself from licking his lips, drool dripping down, his mind already imagining how delicious Gu Sheng’s kidneys would taste.

The man wielding the curved blade also let out vulgar laughter: "This kid looks no older than seventeen or eighteen, probably still fresh! Watch me sever his tendons—wouldn’t that be a hundred times worse than killing him outright?"

Faced with their disgusting words and attacks, Gu Sheng slammed the wooden crate heavily onto the ground. With a sharp slap, the already battered crate shattered instantly into pieces. Swiftly and deftly, Gu Sheng grabbed the handle and blade of the Thirst Blood Axe, pairing them together in one quick motion. With a light twist, a crisp "click" sound signaled the assembly of the powerful weapon.

As he gripped the Thirst Blood Axe, an overwhelming aura surged around Gu Sheng. Even his gaze turned icy and fierce.

Gu Sheng let out a cold chuckle: "Close combat, huh? Forgive my modesty, but I’ve dabbled in it myself!"

Before his words settled, Gu Sheng struck abruptly! He thrust the Thirst Blood Axe to the right, forcing the pitchfork-wielding man to retreat. With a swift pivot, the axe skimmed across his waist, its razor-sharp edge slicing toward the curved blade-wielding disciple of the Thousand Poison Sect.

Feeling the violent, bloody wind stirred by the Thirst Blood Axe, the curved blade wielder was alarmed. He hastily gripped his blade with both hands, hoping to block the attack. However, he had overestimated the blade’s resistance!

The Thirst Blood Axe was a weapon crafted through countless refinements, its durability and lethality surpassing ordinary steel. The curved blade was merely a high-grade steel weapon, and when the two clashed, the axe’s immense force shattered the blade into fragments, its momentum still unabated as it barreled toward the disciple’s arm.

The man’s face filled with terror, but his reflexes saved him: with a quick step back, he barely evaded the strike.

Having dodged, he leapt further back to establish more distance from Gu Sheng, his gaze now filled with dread.

At this moment, Gu Sheng’s aura had strengthened significantly, surpassing even that of the Thousand Poison Sect disciple who had been overseeing the fight from the rear.

The man who had lost his curved blade, now keenly sensing Gu Sheng’s transformed aura, wore a dark expression: "You’re at the Bronze Bone Realm, aren’t you? You’ve been playing the fool this whole time! How deceptive!"

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