Chapter 887 - 724: Addition and Subtraction, Fierce Battle_2

Chapter 887: Chapter 724: Addition and Subtraction, Fierce Battle_2

But at this moment, Feng Mu was unhurried.

His eyes were cold and steady, like an ancient well without ripples, as he vertically smashed down his left forearm, meeting the latter’s knee head-on, like a needle against a wheat awn.

At the same time, he kicked out with his left foot like lightning, the tip of his foot straight as a sword, at a sharp and vicious angle, directly kicking at the ligaments on the outside of Zhang Shenyi’s supporting left leg knee.

"Boom!" "Thump!"

Two almost simultaneous heavy impact sounds exploded!

Feng Mu’s elbow and Zhang Shenyi’s knee collided forcefully, like two thousand-pound hammers clashing without any flourish.

A circle of incomparably solid white shockwave air rippled out from the point of impact, rapidly spreading outward in a ring, instantly clearing the grass leaves on the ground.

Both of their bodies shook violently at the same time, and the ground beneath their feet suddenly sank.

And almost simultaneously, the foot blade of Feng Mu’s lifted left foot was forcibly intercepted by Zhang Shenyi at the critical moment, who twisted the angle of his supporting leg, hard blocking it with his shin bone.

Bone collided with bone, without any cushioning, creating a crisp sound that made one’s teeth ache.

After one strike, their figures merged and then separated suddenly, using the huge reactive force from the clash to smoothly slide several meters back each, plowing two deep furrows in the ground.

Feng Mu stood firm, gently moving his wrist, feeling the distinct stinging pain transmitted from the ulna and radius.

He hadn’t felt his bones straining to the point of "groaning" in a long time. Clearly, some fine cracks were appearing on the bones from the collision.

Even if, to him, it wasn’t as severe as losing hair.

It’s a joke, the owner of a Corpse Bone Vein, is the least afraid of damaged bones.

Moreover, his [Molded Embryo] had just passively improved quite a bit, and such cracks could heal instantly.

Feng Mu reached out and waved at Zhang Shenyi, revealing a set of neat white teeth, saying:

"Come again, don’t stop."

"If that level earlier was your limit..."

The smile on Feng Mu’s face suddenly turned icy, a cold flash on his glasses.

"Then don’t talk about killing me, you can’t even protect..."

"...your own life."

Zhang Shenyi remained silent, just staring intently at Feng Mu.

Suddenly, his chest expanded rapidly as he took a deep breath!

This breath, like a whale swallowing the seas, made the air within a five-meter radius around him visibly thin, producing a "whistle" sound, crazily rushing into his mouth and nose.

The ribs on both sides of his chest were bulging outward, seemingly puffed up by his lungs, looking somewhat terrifying.

Then, he clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his face, and the breath slowly exhaled from his nostrils was no longer ordinary white mist, but turned into scalding hot, blazing white steam, emitting a "sizzle" sound.

Feng Mu lightly adjusted his glasses frame with his index finger, under his special vision, the indicative color representing Zhang Shenyi was deepening rapidly, becoming more dark red.

The latter’s threat index had climbed sharply from the previous light red to close to 80% of intense red.

(ps: [Deceiver’s Glasses] measure threat levels based on a comprehensive evaluation of Feng Mu’s current state. And at the moment, Feng Mu is just fighting in a disguised "human form."

He still has the option to tear off all disguises... to a non-human form!)

As the blazing white steam fell from his breath, Zhang Shenyi suddenly stepped hard with his foot.

"Boom!"

It was as if a bomb exploded in place!

And his entire body was already shooting violently towards Feng Mu, the ten or so meters between them being cleared with brute force, creating a series of clear human-shaped ripples in the air.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Boom!"

Their fists, claws, arms, and fingers clashed hundreds of times in a very short time, and the speed was so fast that only a continuous series of collision sounds like clashing metal could be heard.

Zhang Shenyi’s punches whirled back and forth in mid-air, ever-faster, the shadows of his fists almost forming an impenetrable blood-red storm, aiming to completely engulf Feng Mu.

Feng Mu likewise raised his hands into claws, his fingers bent like hooks, tips wrapped in a faint black-gray aura that seemed capable of tearing space, moving so fast that countless afterimages were left behind.

"Caw——!!!"

The air suddenly resonated with a clear and piercing crane cry, penetrating through the whistling of the fists.

As his claw shadows swept out, black-gray Crane Claws gleaming with metallic coldness emerged out of nowhere, like ghastly claws from the underworld.

Not only that, approximately 0.3 seconds after each real Crane Claw, a nearly identical but colder and sharper Void Claw would appear, with a delay.

([Void Claw: A latent parasitic shadow hidden beneath your claws, triggered with a 30% chance, only during Crane Claw Skill, delayed by 0.3 seconds.])

Crane Claws and Void Claws wove a web of death, relentless as a flock of cranes vying for food, tearing towards Zhang Shenyi’s chest, throat, and face—vital points—at irregular intervals, making them difficult to defend against.

They are the kind of boss in games that make players curse in frustration.

However, facing these treacherously unpredictable claw shadows covering the sky, Zhang Shenyi’s expression did not change at all.

His eyes continued to burn with pure anger, his brain seemingly abandoning all complex judgment.

No matter whether it’s a real Crane Claw or a sinister Void Claw, fast or slow, he just sped up his punches, speed up, and speed up again.

Fighting fast with fast, and fast against slow too.

No matter if it’s real or void, fast or slow, he corresponded to each one and crushed them all.

His strategy was simple, crude, and extremely effective!

——Smash them all with iron fists!

He let out a low growl, and the blood-red shadows on his arms suddenly swelled. His fists wearing Finger Tiger, like two out-of-control pile drivers, madly pounded through the pervasive claw shadows, ignoring everything.

Straight punch, straight punch, all at the fastest speed of straight punches!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Whether it was a solid Crane Claw or the insidious delayed Void Claw, under his indiscriminate, violent fist edge, they shattered one after another in the air like fragile glass!

No matter the changes or feigned moves, I break them all with one punch!

This was the first time Feng Mu witnessed someone not being confused by his combination of real and void "Crane Claw Skill" on the first encounter, but instead, using what could be deemed the dumbest yet most effective method to forcibly break through it.

Zhang Shenyi’s Martial Arts had no flashy move names. From Feng Mu’s increasingly sharp eyes, what the latter used wasn’t any profound Martial Arts, just the purest, simplest basic boxing—straight punch, straight punch, and more straight punches.

Yet, even such the most basic boxing was executed by Zhang Shenyi with an extraordinary aura of dominance and power.

If Feng Mu’s path of Martial Arts was constantly doing "addition."

Like a terrifying war profiteer, continuously expanding his arsenal, skill library, and seeking infinite varieties and quantities of firepower to overwhelm the enemy.

Then Zhang Shenyi’s Martial Arts was to the extreme of doing subtraction.

Discarding all convoluted moves, stripping away all unnecessary techniques, refining and compressing thousands of moves into the most direct punches and kicks.

"Pongpongpong——!!!"

The intense collision sounds were like endless thunder on a clear ground, constantly exploding in the center of their confrontation, with ripples of air spreading outward, tearing up the layers of grass on the ground.

Zhang Shenyi continued to punch, and his punch speed not only didn’t slow down due to the intense exchange but rather increased at an incredible pace, faster and faster.

Not only was the speed of his punches increasing, but the Fist Power and intent contained in each punch also continued to escalate.

Obviously, it was still the same straightforward and simple straight punches, yet at this moment, in Feng Mu’s perception, it felt like he wasn’t facing solitary fists anymore, but layer upon layer, wave upon wave, surging forth like massive overwhelming waves.

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