Chapter 180: Twin Dragons
Chapter 180: Twin Dragons
This punch was like a flash of lightning tearing through the intense night. The fist tore through the air, making a crackling shriek and stirring up a faint white airflow.
In the next instant, even Wei Gu’s pupils sharply contracted. All he could see was a black dot rapidly expanding before his eyes—a fist swung with an unstoppable, crushing force.
There was no time to defend. He could only fight with all his might.
With a loud roar, he tensed all his muscles and swung his claw forward with every ounce of strength.
“Bam!”
Fang Jing’s fist and Wei Gu’s claw collided violently. A crack echoed as a cloud of blood mist erupted from Wei Gu’s hand.
The Corpse Hound Wei Gu’s arm twisted and deformed. It felt as if a steel pillar had shattered his arm, and the force didn’t stop, pressing forward with shocking speed.
This punch was overwhelmingly fierce. The sheer terrifying force alone was enough to tear through steel. In the next second, the fist smashed into Wei Gu’s chest without resistance, creating a sunken, bloody hole.
With a “boom,” the immense, unstoppable force from the fist sent him flying.
“Regenerate, regenerate, regenerate…”
With a recovery speed faster than the eye could follow, Wei Gu used his will to drive his flesh and blood to repair his broken limbs while still in mid-air. His flesh swiftly reassembled, solidified, and healed.
Just as he was soaring upward, an even faster shadow, swift as a shooting star, caught up and struck first. Another fist came crashing down on his head.
The Corpse Hound Wei Gu felt as if struck by lightning, his entire body cracking and breaking apart.
“Bang!”
Before it could settle, the figure leaped forward and threw another punch. The immense force struck his not-yet-fully-recovered lower back like a giant hammer, sending Wei Gu flying once more, like a doll tossed into the air.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In a flash, Fang Jing appeared again. He threw punch after punch, unleashing a storm of swift attacks. The Corpse Hound Wei Gu couldn’t even begin to fall, his body frozen mid-air under the barrage.
It was worth noting that now, each of his punches carried nearly 20 points of strength, each one like a thunderous blow, forming an overwhelming combo.
The Corpse Hound Wei Gu was beaten beyond recognition, flesh constantly splattering outward.
(Elder Class regeneration is stronger than ordinary Corpse Hounds, but their resistance to damage is about the same…)
Fang Jing rapidly calculated and thought as he continued his flurry of punches.
He had discovered that as he sped up his movements, his thoughts could accelerate too—almost like “bullet time.” This was likely a mutation from his speed attribute boosted by the Inner Ghost Gate.
With this assurance, he could stay calm and think clearly even during intense combat.
Just then, Fang Jing noticed Wei Gu’s mouth twitch. With a low, struggling shout, sharp bone spikes shot out from his back with a “shhh” sound.
It all happened very quickly—in just a fraction of a second—and only Fang Jing noticed it.
The exposed upper body of Wei Gu, covered in black fur, sprouted dense, sharp black bone spikes from under the skin.
“What’s this…?”
He stopped punching and instead kicked out, avoiding the spike-covered area, sending Wei Gu flying.
It was a sudden change in move, so it lacked precision.
Roar!
The Corpse Hound Wei Gu seized the moment upon landing. It snarled like a beast, planted its feet firmly on the ground, and stood like an upright porcupine.
“This—is my true power!”
The next moment, the muscles all over its body writhed intensely. Bone spikes shot out like sharp arrows, scattering in all directions.
“He can still launch an attack like this!”
Hundreds of bone spikes rained down on his position like a dense volley of arrows, hissing and whistling as they flew.
Under such disadvantageous conditions, a normal person would never dodge this barrage of bone spikes. But Fang Jing was no ordinary person. He retreated swiftly and effortlessly. The spikes that shot through the air couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes, falling to the ground instead.
“They’re not as fast as bullets, and their power can’t be too great. The advantage lies in their dense burst. Considering the unusual sheen on the spikes, they likely carry poison. Best not to confront them head-on!”
While assessing the spikes’ power in his mind, he guessed that these “bone spikes” were Wei Gu’s “Hunting Fang.”
“Hunting Fang” could be considered a trump card for powerful individuals among Corpse Hounds. Combat-proficient corpses could forge their bones and flesh into dangerous weapons—a method of bodily modification.
Given enough time alive, Corpse Hounds could evolve “Hunting Fang,” which also served as the venomous fangs turning transformed corpses into Corpse Hounds.
“What’s wrong! Human, why are you dodging? Are you scared?”
Wei Gu, like a giant porcupine, charged straight at him like a bulldozer.
Fang Jing didn’t meet the charge head-on. Instead, he sidestepped, evading with an unusual footwork.
“Don’t run! I’ll kill you!”
The mutated Wei Gu howled at the sky and lunged at him with its full body.
Fang Jing gave a cold smile. The dense power of the Corpse Poison Curse gathered under the skin of his hands, corpse bruise patterns clearly appearing.
This meant Fang Jing was resolved to get serious.
From this point on, the battle between them would only grow more intense.
…
The wrecked van lay like a crushed tin can, flipped over with its four wheels in the air, resting on the lawn.
Oww!
A cry of pain came from inside the vehicle.
“Ahh—! My treasure, my treasure broke! It broke before I could even use it! Damn it!”
“Fool! If it’s broken, it’s broken. You can regenerate it anyway!”
“Beast! What exactly happened? Let me find out who’s responsible…”
While cursing, the three crawling out of the can-like vehicle were still confused about what had happened.
Only one of the three Corpse Hounds had transformed into its Corpse Hound form. The other two were dizzy and bewildered.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of air splitting erupted from very close by. Heavy impacts echoed from the darkness.
In the space of a single breath, a dark fist shadow was thrown their way.
Boom!
One of the Corpse Hounds, wrapped in toxic flames, had its body torn apart by a single punch.
“Don’t block the way…”
Fang Jing didn’t confront the bone spikes directly. He shifted his steps, turned his body, punched and destroyed one Corpse Hound, then grabbed another and used it as a shield to block a wave of incoming “bone spikes.”
The spikes, colored like black lead and sharp at the tips, punched holes through flesh.
Moreover, Fang Jing guessed that these spikes would have a special effect if they hit their “prey.”
“Bastard! How dare you kill my men in front of me!”
“I kill as I please. What can you do about it…”
Fang Jing’s figure flickered as he caught up to the last Corpse Hound trying to escape. He stomped and broke its shin, then kicked and shattered half of its body. The sound of bones breaking was clear, its abdomen exploding, spilling entrails everywhere.
“Boom!”
He infused the Corpse Hound’s body with a large amount of dark flames and threw it with full force toward Wei Gu.
After this series of attacks, most of the bone spikes on Wei Gu’s body were used up.
But this was only the first wave. Short, new spikes were struggling to grow out from under his skin.
At that moment, a glint of excitement appeared in Fang Jing’s eyes. The “Seal of the Asura Hand” on his hands was fully unleashed. The game was over; now came the real fight.
Dark flames surged madly from the corpse bruise tattoo patterns. Fang Jing’s entire body seemed to emit Cadaveric Toxin flames, like a “demon god” formed of black fire.
“Die!”
His muscles twisted and writhed all over, countless blue veins spreading across his body. His heart pounded as if bursting, unleashing power from deep within.
With the Seal of the Asura Hand igniting the Cadaveric Toxin flames, his two hands touched fingers as if forming a seal.
—External shift, High Dragon Force.
—Internal shift, Dark Dragon Force.
Boom!!
A large crater exploded beneath his feet. He shot forward like an arrow.
Black flames swirled between his palms. A power like hidden thunder gathered between his hands. The next second, his palms shot out like lightning.
Torrential Rush·Twin Dragon God!
Wei Gu’s pupils shrank. He felt an unprecedented sense of danger.
His throat moved, emitting an inhuman screech. Numerous bone spikes shot out from his skin even faster, turning into countless arrows sprayed straight ahead.
At that moment, the flames burning on Fang Jing’s body burst out radially.
Within five meters, the Black Flame’s devouring aura clashed with the incoming bone spikes.
“Bad!”
A chill ran down Wei Gu’s spine. A figure strangely appeared behind him.
Fang Jing raised both fists and struck down hard on the Corpse Hound Wei Gu’s back.
This was a feint, a diversion. Once he spotted the enemy’s weakness, Fang Jing used the Seal of the Asura Hand to unleash a radial burst of black toxic flames.
Once the Corpse Hound Wei Gu was distracted by the frontal attack.
He used Sickle Foot to arc from the right, bypassing the opponent’s blind spot, and lurked behind the Corpse Hound.
“In a fight between experts, you don’t need to fool them for long. Just a split second is enough to decide life and death.”
Remembering the teachings from his first meeting with Kume Nansho, Fang Jing felt a surge of deep gratitude.
What?!
Like a hydraulic press pressing down from above to crush an apple.
The overwhelming force instantly crushed every bone in Wei Gu’s body.
The radial black flames generated by the Seal of the Asura Hand and Fang Jing’s Twin Dragon God were released together, one after another, closing in. The result of the two forces pressing down was that Wei Gu was instantly beaten into a pulp of flesh.
The flames released by the Seal of the Asura Hand continuously corroded the flesh, extinguishing all signs of life—truly vicious.
And the combined attack of High Dragon Force and Dark Dragon Force turned into a ferocious and domineering assault.
This was a lethal strike only he could unleash—the simultaneous activation of two contradictory forces, High Dragon Force and Dark Dragon Force. It was the most forbidden and malicious move in the application of force release.
Merging outward explosive force with inward condensed force created the secret move “Twin Dragon God.” It was powerful, but it required a strong body to withstand. If not for the Inner Ghost Gate state, Fang Jing wouldn’t have used this move.
“Using this move, even I can barely handle it while in the Inner Ghost Gate state!”
Twin Dragon God was a new move he developed through further study of the Huanzang Style. As Kume Nansho said, Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Dragon, Snake, Ghost, Heaven—these Eight Arts were only the foundation. The essence of Huanzang Style lay in the integration and mastery of various basic skills, giving rise to stronger techniques.
This move was inspired by his exchange with Kuki.
In terms of technique alone, it surpassed a single High Dragon Force or Dark Dragon Force. Its only flaw was the immense strain it put on the heart. If an ordinary person used it recklessly, the capillaries inside their heart would burst.
This time, combining Twin Dragon God with the Cadaveric Toxin flames produced a power that was truly unbelievable.