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Chapter 228 - 181: Meat Skirt Woman Ghost: I Want to be a Hero! (5K for Subscriptions)_3

Chapter 228: Chapter 181: Meat Skirt Woman Ghost: I Want to be a Hero! (5K for Subscriptions)_3

The lethality of this pair was limited, but against these centipedes, it was a different matter.

Centipedes boast vigorous vitality and a tough shell, yet they could not withstand the continuous waves of black Sword Qi.

A slap that typically wouldn’t kill a person could easily squash a mosquito, and the pervasive black Sword Qi worked on the same principle.

It was like a blunt knife that might not be fatal when hacked on a person, but when repeatedly hacking at centipedes, it meant certain death!

The Murong brothers had a good understanding of Duan Yun—knowing he enjoyed playing tricks with his Dharma Image, but they didn’t expect the opponent to have so many tricks up his sleeve.

Suddenly, the Breaking Body Sword Energy swirling around Duan Yun intensified and swept forward like a tornado.

With a booming thud, the Breaking Body Sword Energy shattered, clashing with the slender arm of the Meat Skirt Woman who had just launched a surprise attack on Duan Yun’s freshly unsheathed golden sword.

It must be said, the physical strength of the Meat Skirt Woman was truly terrifying. Even though Duan Yun had the Breaking Body Sword Energy as a shield and was blocking with the Huangshan Golden Sword, he was still blasted back several steps.

Upon seeing this, the Murong brother said, "I’ll handle this!"

He had just felt his scalp tingle at the sight of the teeming centipedes, but he wasn’t fazed by one-on-one combat!

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

In a flurry, a series of green Sword Power slashed continuously.

The Sword Power was formidable, cutting through the surrounding wooden houses.

The Murong brother and the Meat Skirt Woman quickly engaged in battle.

Duan Yun was more than happy to watch the spectacle.

As Duan Yun had assessed earlier, the Meat Skirt Woman’s physical strength was extraordinary—her body could not only withstand swords and sabers but was also naturally powerful.

However, the Murong brother’s saber technique was also extraordinary, seemingly striving to overpower the opponent with the momentum of his blade.

Duan Yun soon discovered that the Murong brother’s Green Jade Blade was getting faster—each subsequent Sword Shadow overlapped the last before it had faded.

In reality, it wasn’t that the Murong brother wanted to be faster, but rather that the Meat Skirt Woman was speeding up.

She attacked with not only her hands and feet, but even the layers of her meat skirt spun like rotating blades, capable of slicing through flesh.

"Try to outspeed me? I, Murong brother, am known in the Martial World for my swift hand!"

When it came to speed with the blade, very few could match the Murong brother!

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds of moves, with their speed increasing with each exchange.

Duan Yun was about to praise the Murong brother’s saber technique for being not only fast but also for integrating the Twelve Layers of Spring Rain’s rotating Sword Power, and was barely anything short of his own skill level.

But then, in the next instant, he heard the Murong brother’s breathless voice—"Duan, pass the baton, pass the baton!"

"Damn!"

Duan Yun stepped forward, with a blade in his left and a sword in his right, chopping and thrusting left and right.

The Meat Skirt Woman was struck by a blade and her skin split open. As she staggered, she shook off the Murong brother and lunged at Duan Yun again!

The Murong brother propped himself up with his saber, panting heavily, "So tired, so tired."

In the recent flurry of rapid sabre exchanges, he felt that something was off.

He could even be sure that this was not human.

Although he had been bedridden for two years, weakening him significantly, he still possessed an enduring True Qi.

What put him at a disadvantage was that the opponent seemed not to need to breathe at all.

How could that be humanly possible?

Could it be this creature breathes through its ass?

Due to being Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, opening the attack with both hands, Duan Yun was even faster than the Murong brother had just been.

Only to see the Sword Light and Sword Shadows merging into one, as both sides exchanged blows for over a dozen breaths, the Meat Skirt Woman had already suffered over thirty strikes, her skin torn and flesh gaping.

However, her meat skirt always managed to shield against the swords at critical moments, absorbing most of the damage.

But unlike the Murong brother who needed to breathe, Duan Yun barely needed to.

All thanks to Little Yu’s Dharma Image constantly gathering the air around him and funneling it into Duan Yun’s mouth.

It could be said that Duan Yun was being mouth-to-mouth ventilated with oxygen all the time.

"It can be done like this!"

The Murong brother said, dumbfounded.

He had always been obsessed with the saber and didn’t pay much attention to Dharma Images because they usually seemed rigid, their display of power more significant than practical combat value.

But Old Demon Duan’s Dharma Image simply couldn’t be described by common sense.

Before, he had already been utterly shocked to see the other party increase their power by one layer of Spring Rain through the use of the Dharma Image. And now, they could even help with changing the breath.

Why don’t you train your Dharma Image into a wife and kiss her mouth to mouth!

"Holy shit!"

The next moment, Murong realized that Old Demon Duan had changed his wife!

The Dharma Image of a twin-tailed cheongsam-clad boxer appeared, and Duan Yun suddenly lashed out with a violent punch!

Boom—a muffled bang.

Like thunder rolling!

This punch hit the floating meat skirt of the Meat Skirt Woman.

The meat skirt trembled, and the wounds from the saber and sword slashes spread, causing half of the meat skirt to fall off.

As the body of the Meat Skirt Woman was blasted backward, Duan Yun seized the opportunity, the Dharma Image changed again, transforming into Black Silk Little Yu.

His sword and saber slashed wildly at the exposed tender part of the meat skirt, changing patterns as they slashed, the Dharma Image aiding the attack; the Meat Skirt Woman’s body, no matter how sturdy, was beginning to falter.

Her skin, tough as iron, was shredded, blood spattered, leaving behind clearly defined wounds.

Especially severe was the deep sword injury on her head, nearly splitting her skull open — such a wound would usually be fatal, not to mention causing immediate death, but at least the person’s strength should be rapidly drained.

But the Meat Skirt Woman showed none of these symptoms.

Suddenly, Duan Yun felt a flash of red light.

Clang! Sparks exploded.

Duan Yun’s Demon Blade was actually forcefully knocked away.

Only then did Duan Yun see that it was a huge centipede, as thick as a small arm, crawling out from the crack in the Meat Skirt Woman’s head!

A centipede!

From the wound in this woman’s head, a giant centipede emerged.

This centipede was obviously much thicker than the previous ones, and Duan Yun could even feel the malicious gaze from its four eyes.

Such a scene startled both Old Demon Duan and the Green Blade Demon.

Has this centipede become a spirit?

In an instant, the centipede twisted, and the woman’s body also started writhing like a centipede.

If just now they were questioning whether this woman was human, now they had no more doubts.

Rather than being human, it was more accurate to say she was a humanoid centipede.

This creature was truly bizarre. Duan Yun knew he couldn’t mess around anymore, and without any hesitation, the dual pigtails of the white silk cheongsam Dharma Image behind him started fluttering, with the Dharma Image layering upon itself.

"Sixteen Strange Fist, full of hatred!"

Fifteen Strange Fist, in the blink of an eye, formed a continuum.

Even though Duan Yun was highly skilled in the Fifteen Strange Fists, it was impossible to be so quick since he only had two hands.

But now, he was that fast!

Because the twin-tailed Dharma Image was in perfect harmony with his thoughts, it aided him in unleashing Six Strange Fists.

His Nine Strange Fists and the Dharma Image’s Six Strange Fists met, creating the Sixteen Strange.

The horrifying Fist Power, combined with an intense hatred, formed a devastating Strange Fist, along with Duan Yun’s Supreme Heroic Spirit!

Just standing next to Duan Yun, the Murong brothers suddenly felt completely disheartened, wishing to commit suicide, then in an instant, they were filled with a surging aura, their eyes gleaming.

And the centipede Meat Skirt Woman that was being bombarded?

Boom, boom, boom!

A powerful move deserves to be called powerful. The Meat Skirt Woman, already covered in wounds, was crushed against the cave wall like a cannonball, creating a deep pit, then torn out by the engulfing draw of Fist Power and continued to be crushed!

Her already tattered layers of meat skirt peeled off piece by piece, blood spurting, enveloping her body.

When she knelt on the ground, there was not a single unharmed spot left on her body, and even the giant centipede emerging from her head was spewing blood.

The next moment, the Meat Skirt Woman raised her head and said in a daze, "I want to be a hero!"

"I want to be a hero!"

At this instant, Murong brothers’ scalps tingled.

They had heard this phrase countless times, yet, this time, they were still frightened.

Because it wasn’t just the Meat Skirt Woman spouting human language, but also the blood-spitting giant centipede.

Was the centipede also aspiring to be a hero???!!!