Martial Saint!
Chapter 187 - 0149 Tiger Roar Huangshan (5k)

Chapter 187: 0149 Tiger Roar Huangshan (5k)

Bright Peak’s arena.

Li Kongkong, Yin Shishi, Qu Ping, Nie Qingshun, and Zhuge Yang, five experts from Martial Arts University in Huangshan, assembled together. Each of them wielded different weapons and practiced different martial arts: the Qi Men Leisurely Fan, Dual Swords, Yanling Blade, Red Tassel Spear, and Zhuge Yang’s Black Iron Hammer.

Hammer-type weapons are mighty but relatively bulky.

Among entry-level martial artists, few choose to use them.

Ahead on the mountain path, Old Tian and his group of four also arrived.

They looked around but saw no sign of Zhou Xingkong, their expressions darkened.

The good news was that the broadcast had not announced Zhou Xingkong’s elimination.

He was most likely in hiding.

Lu Chenzhou observed his opponents’ weapons, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Each one’s fiercer than the last, Dragon City is at a greater disadvantage again."

All of Dragon City’s members practiced boxing, at most equipped with Fist Blades and similar handheld weapons. There were very few like Chen Xiaoyun who handled long whips; they were naturally at a disadvantage against long weapons early on.

Swords were manageable, but that hammer wielder was truly outrageous. Lu Chenzhou decided he would eliminate him first to prevent future troubles. His Cross Training was formidable, capable of defending against sharp cuts, but the hammer’s lethality came mainly from blunt force. If he failed to defend, and the Dark Force-infused hammer slammed into him, even with protective gear, he would likely suffer internal injuries or even fractures, which was more powerful than Baji Fist.

"Even with the Golden Body Skill, facing such mighty hammer blows is tough."

He calmed his mind and looked towards the helicopter in the sky.

The white-browed monk’s gaze met Lu Chenzhou’s, and the monk nodded with a smile.

Lu Chenzhou was initially startled, then smiled back and averted his gaze.

"With a Grandmaster overseeing the arena, there’s no worry of life-threatening danger... besides, this one ranks fifth among Grandmasters on the celestial list in recent years, Tuo Tian Head Monk!"

Li Kongkong shook his fan and laughed:

"Looks like Zhou Xingkong turned deserter."

Zhuge Yang swinging his hammer declared:

"This battle now lacks suspense."

Nie Qingshun, hoisting his long spear, clenched his fists.

"I’ll take on the one with the whip."

Among the weapons present, only his seven-foot flower spear could somewhat compete in length with the whip, for a whip’s advantage over shorter weapons is too great and prone to turning the tables.

Old Tian checked the position of the sun; it was time for the decisive battle.

"Everyone, go ahead, and safety first."

He now only hoped that everyone could return unharmed.

He no longer expected a victory.

Chen Xiaoyun was the first to leap onto the stage; her long whip cracked through the air, followed closely by everyone else. Leopard Woman wore knuckle dusters, and Old Tian wore specially made iron shoes.

Lu Chenzhou crossed his Fist Blades and activated his Hard Qi Gong.

Li Kongkong raised an eyebrow, unfurled his Leisure Fan, and exclaimed as if he were a storyteller:

"Seeing me in Huangshan, there are no other mountains in the world!"

This slogan had organically formed among the students of Martial Arts University in Huangshan.

The Huangshan group surged with momentum, swords, spears, and hammers striking simultaneously.

At the same time, a figure swiftly scaled the cliff’s face, appearing on the arena like a startled dragon in flight. Zhou Xingkong suddenly launched a surprise attack, his Five-clawed Golden Dragon fists brandishing the Fist Blades [Dragon Fangs], glinting coldly as they aimed straight for the back of the hammer-wielding Zhuge Yang.

Like Lu Chenzhou, he too had observed from the shadows and deemed Zhuge Yang too much of a threat. Considering Zhuge Yang’s weaker abilities, he aimed to take him out first to handle Li Kongkong more easily. If he had attacked Li Kongkong instead, given his formidable skills, Zhou Xingkong would have likely achieved nothing.

The immediate priority was to reduce their numbers first.

Only then could they unite to face Li Kongkong effectively.

The people of Martial Arts University were both shocked and angered.

"How despicable!"

"Be careful, Zhuge Yang!"

Yin Shishi tried to assist, but was entangled by the Leopard Woman.

Her Dual Swords struck as fast and fierce as thunder.

But Leopard Woman, a seasoned Ninth Rank expert, used her knuckle dusters to neutralize the sword strikes while advancing to exploit the short-range combat advantage.

With a disadvantage in weaponry, Leopard Woman couldn’t match Yin Shishi. She could only stall for time, waiting for her teammates to turn the tide.

Old Tian spontaneously engaged Li Kongkong, unleashing a pair of Horse Form Shadowless Legs creating afterimages like continuously thrusting spears, surprisingly suppressing his opponent for the moment.

Li Kongkong frowned:

"You’re Tenth Rank too."

"What, only you can be Tenth Rank?"

"It doesn’t matter, I will show you... even among Tenth Ranks, there are disparities."

He suddenly shot out his Leisure Fan, spinning like a Dharma wheel, its Qi cutting through everything. Old Tian kicked it away, coming close and delivering a dense flurry of Kicking from all directions.

Li Kongkong’s boxing skills were impressive; he just liked to show off with his fan. He blocked Old Tian’s kick, and then with a palm infused with Dark Force, he knocked him back.

He caught the falling Leisure Fan and pursued his advantage.

On the other side.

Qu Ping sprinted to help the ambushed Zhuge Yang.

His mightily swung Yanling Blade emitted streaks of cold light towards Zhou Xingkong.

Zhou Xingkong brandished his Fist Blades, clashing blades resonating.

Just then, Zhuge Yang swung a roundhouse hammer blow, crushing like Mount Tai as a shadowy figure delivered a flying side kick, making Zhuge Yang dodge sideways with his hammer.

"Zhou Xingkong, tie up Qu Ping for a hundred moves!"

After saying this, Lu Chenzhou thrust his Fist Blade towards Zhuge Yang’s chest.

Zhuge Yang roared furiously:

"How dare you look down on me?"

Did Lu Chenzhou mean to eliminate him within a hundred moves?

He was a Ninth Rank prodigy – how could he endure such an insult?

"Watch the hammer!"

Zhuge Yang used both hands for the hammer, chaining one blow after another, an impervious barrage like overlapping mountain ranges. Lu Chenzhou dared not directly clash, using the Tiger Swallow Dual Forms movement technique to weave in and out, darting back and forth. Zhuge Yang’s constant hammer swings hit nothing but air, and after a pursuit of thirteen moves,

He couldn’t help but say:

"Only daring to dodge, what a coward!"

His remark was quite shameless. In cold weapon clashes, normal people wouldn’t withstand a direct hammer strike. Not even swords or spears would suffice, let alone Lu Chenzhou’s Fist Blade. Thus, Lu ignored Zhuge Yang’s taunting, relying on his superior movement technique to constantly attack from the sides, forcing Zhuge Yang to tire as he panted heavily, his face red.