Zhang Rongfang’s body now stands at an impressive height of two ters and three centiters. His physique has beco increasingly well-proportioned, no longer appearing as excessively muscular as before, with smaller, denser muscles.
But anyone can instantly see that it is precisely this kind of build that is more suited to unleashing trendous speed and power.
"Need any help?" he glanced at the red-haired man in the arena, who was getting used to the siege.
"A gentleman’s body is incomparably precious, it’s better to..." Zhang Zhenhai’s words weren’t even finished before the figure in front of him had vanished.
She quickly turned her head, looking into the arena.
Bam!!!
In an instant, a shadow plunged into the formation like a cannonball.
The red-haired man was just guarding against a scimitar from behind when he suddenly sensed sothing amiss. He looked up and forward.
A massive gray-white eagle claw descended from the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that pierced the eardrum, reaching for his head.
The eagle claw seed not so big, but as it approached, it felt as if it was covering the sky, leaving no way to dodge.
Out of desperation, the red-haired man roared furiously, clenching his hands together and using all his might to grab at the eagle claw.
Boom!!
The two collided with a startling impact, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The red-haired man’s legs sank, embedding his ankles into the soil, his entire being forcefully driven into the ground.
He growled in a low voice, attempting to exert force again.
Crack! A series of crisp sounds rang out, like the sound of breaking branches.
His arms, along with his shoulders, torso, and legs.
From top to bottom, they instantly folded into a heap of mush.
Zhang Rongfang retracted his eagle claw.
"You all stand back."
The surrounding mbers of the Rebel Sect all showed expressions of reverence, quickly retreating in response.
Once no one was around.
Zhang Rongfang stared at the person before him. The opponent’s strength was about the sa as that of a Spiritual Veins practitioner from over six months ago, slightly stronger and more troubleso in martial arts.
But at this mont, facing his sudden strike, the outco ended even faster than it did back then.
In pure power, complented by the Limit-Breaking Skill, he was already capable of crushing the Spiritual Veins.
This was the amplifying reinforcent brought by the sixth layer of Iron Cloth.
Compared to over six months ago, his overall strength was now integrated, his skin and muscle hardness increased significantly, combined with the Hard Skill’s inherent enhancent of strength through training.
Altogether, it resulted in his substantial increase in power now.
In fact, the growth in power wasn’t much; the key was the overall enhancent brought by Hard Skill, enabling his body to erupt without worrying too much about tears and strains.
He could strike more freely and effortlessly, thus naturally unleashing more power.
Soon, the red-haired man’s body healed, breaking free from the soil once more and standing up.
As he got up, he suddenly lunged forward with all his might, launching a move called Tiger Descends from the Mountain.
His arms, like ferocious tigers, fiercely grabbed at Zhang Rongfang.
"Die!"
As soon as he spoke, his arms were about to apply force to tear.
Bam.
A large hand slamd steadily against his forehead.
His head collapsed suddenly, shattering, with blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
"Have you tried tying him up?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"Young master can give it a try." Zhang Zhenhai beckoned with a hand, and soone quickly tossed over a bundle of thick hemp rope.
Zhang Rongfang swiftly wrapped the rope around the red-haired man’s body in circles.
Before long, the red-haired man revived again, and his head returned to normal.
His body suddenly flexed, and the thick hemp rope snapped into nurous pieces, falling to the ground.
"Hmm?" Zhang Rongfang kept his eyes locked on the opponent.
At the first mont the red-haired man resurrected, he noticed a faint flash of silver passing over the man’s body.
"Is it the Spiritual Line?"
Raising a hand, he swiftly parried the opponent’s incoming punch with agility, his five fingers like blades, fiercely gripping its throat.
Crack.
He twisted the neck instantly.
The red-haired man collapsed dead once more.
"So, what about burying him underground?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.
"Young master... we’ve all tried. Ordinary binding thods are resolved by the silver Spiritual Line. If they are put in a situation of absolute inescapability from the start, they either won’t revive at all, or they will directly use partial spiritual explosions, blasting out of the predicant."
Zhang Zhenhai explained from behind.
"The Spiritual Line inside them is more like a kind of insect, with its own consciousness and thought. They respond differently to our various external thods."
"I see?" Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.
This ant that once those spiritualized people’s Spiritual Lines perceived any danger, they could trigger spiritual explosions or launch attacks.
"Then if you stimulate it in advance, causing a spiritual explosion, and then use weapons to stabilize the corpse, could it...?" he asked.
"A spiritual explosion without sufficient death count... is equivalent to one death... it’s useless.... pre-stabilized weapons will also be forcibly ejected.
Only when the Spiritual Line is weakened to a certain extent will it be unable to eject stabilizing weapons...."
Zhang Zhenhai smiled wryly.
"So we have no choice but to encircle and kill over and over, in order to exhaust and weaken the resistance power of the Spiritual Line, rendering it powerless to struggle during the final spiritual explosion."
"I see...." Zhang Rongfang nodded, becoming increasingly aware of the troubleso nature of these spiritualized people.
As the red-haired man revived once more, he abruptly retreated rapidly, seemingly intending not to continue the fight but to attempt escape.
Swish!
He had only retreated a few steps when, suddenly, Zhang Rongfang’s towering figure flashed beside him.
"Fla Emperor Talisman: Fire Without Fuel." Zhang Rongfang’s hands beca ghostly, suddenly gripping the man’s arms.
Crack, with a crisp snap.
The red-haired man’s arms broke on the spot, spreading wide to both sides.
At the sa ti, his heart was struck right at the center.
The massive force caused the heart area to collapse and shatter.
With a thud, the man once again lost his breath.
"Hand the gun," Zhang Rongfang said with a sudden thought.
Soon, soone brought over a musket, loaded and ready; all it needed was a pull of the trigger.
Then, before the red-haired man could revive, the muzzle was aid closely at his forehead.
Just wait until he fully resurrects before triggering the gun.
At such a distance, with his reaction speed, the opponent was undoubtedly going to die.
Not far off, Zhang Zhenhai wanted to speak but hesitated.
In the end, she said nothing. She understood Zhang Rongfang wanted to personally test it.
She raised her hand, quickly signaling the people around to disperse.
Soon, the revival ti gradually approached.
The red-haired man’s lethal wounds quickly healed, he was about to open his eyes and stand up.
Suddenly, the spot where the gun aid cracked open a wound.
Puff!!!
In an instant, countless silvery threads shot out from the wound, like a stream rushing toward Zhang Rongfang.
Upon noticing the wound cracking, Zhang Rongfang swiftly raised his hand to protect his body and retreated.
His body technique burst out at full speed, his body seed like a gray line, retreating over ten ters in the blink of an eye.
But he was fast, those silvery threads were faster.
In an instant, they caught up with him, about to touch his body.
Clang clang clang!!
Unexpectedly, the silvery threads collided with the outer side of his arm, emitting crisp sounds, rebounding away.
Taking this opportunity, Zhang Rongfang pulled back further.
Finally, at twenty ters away, he escaped the pursuit of the silvery threads.
Within a twenty-ter range, centered on the red-haired man, a bizarre circular area filled with pinhole-like holes ford.
"Are you alright, sir!" Zhang Zhenhai rushed over with two people.
"I’m fine." Zhang Rongfang shook his head and raised his hand.
Only then did everyone see his outer arm; at so point, the outer clothing had been pierced and torn, revealing the bronze statue fragnts tied inside.
"Even so, sir should still be more careful. These silvery threads possess simple awareness, if not cautious, a slight delay in speed and they’ll pierce through the gaps..." Zhang Zhenhai worriedly said.
"I understand; I just wanted to try it out." Zhang Rongfang now looked at the field, where the red-haired man was getting up and preparing to flee.
He tapped his foot and quickly approached.
Then there was a dull series of drain-and-slash attempts.
Until the night grew dark, the crescent moon hung high, there was a loud blast, a spiritual explosion completed the final kill.
Even so, Zhang Zhenhai and the others were all exhausted.
Only Zhang Rongfang still appeared lively and unaffected.
That’s because from start to finish, they didn’t completely rely on Zhang Rongfang for the kills but participated themselves.
Puff.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhenhai’s body swayed, her mind dizzy, almost falling.
Her waist tightened, supported by a big hand.
"Are you okay?" Zhang Rongfang supported her body from the side.
"I’m... I’m fine. I can manage." Zhang Zhenhai blushed slightly, feeling a burning warmth at her waist.
Recently, since she’d received a hint from her adoptive father, her feelings towards Zhang Rongfang had subtly changed.
"It’s good you’re fine." Zhang Rongfang let go of her; he couldn’t help but notice Zhang Zhenhai’s excellent figure, long legs perfectly proportioned, chest concealed before.
No longer hidden, it was revealed as extrely voluptuous; though her overall beauty didn’t rival Celestial Maiden and Gong Shuyin, she was a cold, stunning beauty.
Crucially, upon careful observation, he found Zhang Zhenhai’s personality to be extrely pure.
Once she committed to sothing or soone, she’d remain steadfast.
Also, she was fiercely independent, never relying on others.
Such a person was very suitable to recruit as an assistant.
Moreover, Zhang Zhenhai was quite popular within the Rebel Sect; getting close to her was a way to gain influence.
Both Zhang Yunqi and he were pleased to see this developnt.
After cleaning up the aftermath, Zhang Zhenhai suddenly rembered.
"By the way, sir, my adoptive father asked to inform you that you’ve found another top Hard Skill expert."
"Finally found one, have we?" Zhang Rongfang felt a joy in his heart.
"There’s a person nad Li Guanyue. Initially, they planned to do fleet business at Citong, but due to the sweeping waves at sea, most of the invested fleet was lost, and the remaining ships were sold as compensation.
Now, this person and his family live in an old house on the outer ring, occasionally working as temporary guards." Zhang Zhenhai quickly explained.
She was dressed in tight black leather, her curves perfectly outlined.
A high ponytail swayed slightly as she spoke, back and forth.
Accompanied by a serious and pretty face, a focused expression.
For a mont, she exuded a distinct charm, unlike any woman Zhang Rongfang had encountered before.
Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang’s steps ahead halted.
Puff.
Behind him, Zhang Zhenhai was already feeling dizzy; she couldn’t stop in ti and bumped into Zhang Rongfang’s back.
Her entire chest collided with his back.
Instantly, her face burned hot, stepping back quickly.
"Wha... What happened!? Why did you stop!?"
"It’s nothing... just so small things flying around nearby." Zhang Rongfang paid no attention to her feelings and instead raised his head, looking into the depths of the forest ahead and to the right.
In the silent late night, deep within the Huangjing Mountain forest, several figures flitted past, moving swiftly.
A total of three figures, seemingly unaware of the Rebel Sect’s presence here. They quickly crossed into the forest, skirting the edge of Huangjing Mountain, heading into the distance.
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