From the moment Mo Shi Kuang stepped onto the stage, he had a bad feeling. But even he was taken aback when Mo Shi Kuang turned Du She Lang Jun into a meat paste with a single strike.
His opponent was actually a peak Rank Four expert, and a Gu Master of the Qi Path.
Humans are the spiritual beings of all creation. They can open their apertures through the Hope Gu.
Variant humans, since they share the character for 'human', naturally possess a spirituality that beasts lack. However, this spirituality is much weaker than that of humans. Therefore, it is very rare for variant humans to achieve such accomplishments in Gu Master cultivation.
The vast majority of variant humans spend their entire lives without even opening an aperture. But there are a few lucky ones who succeed.
Among the lucky ones, there are those who are truly fortunate and manage to cultivate successfully.
Mo Shi Kuang, standing before them, was such an exception.
"No wonder Liu Wen Wu befriended Mo Shi Kuang. A peak Rank Four combat power... I would have done the same." Many suddenly understood.
"Hey, dark-skinned fatty over there! So you want to mess with my big brother? Come on, send out your best men! I'll flatten all your lackeys with a single palm!" Mo Shi Kuang beat his chest and shouted loudly, his rudeness displaying a sense of boldness.
"Dark-skinned fatty..." Hei Lou Lan's eyes twitched. He was very angry. "I may be fat, but am I as dark as you? Damn this dark brute!"
"Hei Xiu Yi." Hei Lou Lan called out softly, his calm voice hiding a burning rage.
"Here!" A thin, slender man immediately responded.
"Go teach this guy a lesson." Hei Lou Lan ordered.
"Yes, Clan Leader." Hei Xiu Yi replied expressionlessly and slowly stepped forward.
His gaze was as cold as ice. As he walked, black light surged around his body. The black light condensed, forming a suit of armor that firmly protected him.
Then, a pale green ring of light flew to the top of his head.
Fifty-six flying bone shields scattered and floated around him, protecting him from all directions.
At the same time, nine grayish-blue ghost faces howled and sobbed, circling around him.
By the time he stepped onto the fighting stage, he was fully armed and heavily protected.
The crowd was in an uproar. Hei Lou Lan had put on a strong front, but in reality, he had sent out a defensive Gu Master specifically to probe Mo Shi Kuang's limits.
"Ahahahaha!" Mo Shi Kuang was overjoyed. "I can tell you're just asking for a beating! Come, take a punch from your grandpa!"
Before his words had even faded, he clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it toward Hei Xiu Yi.
Instantly, his fist power condensed into a solid and heavy fist Qi, flying across several tens of steps and heavily bombarding Hei Xiu Yi's body.
Anyone else would have been crippled or killed by this single blow.
But Hei Xiu Yi took the punch head-on. His upper body swayed a few times, but his lower body was as steady as a rock.
"Good!" Mo Shi Kuang's joy grew even more intense. He was different from ordinary Ink Men. He was extremely battle-hungry. Thrilled by the sight of a worthy opponent, he shouted, "Again!"
With that, he slowly rose into the air. His snow-white fur floated and spread out. After putting some distance between himself and Hei Xiu Yi, he punched rapidly.
Fist shadows densely packed like a rainstorm. Clusters of semi-transparent fist Qi shot toward Hei Xiu Yi.
*Bang, bang, bang…*
The fist Qi struck Hei Xiu Yi's armor, exploding with thunderous booms.
But Hei Xiu Yi stood firm like a huge reef, enduring the endless waves without falling.
The fifty-six flying bone shields bore the brunt of the pressure.
The scattered fist Qi that hit the black-iron-like armor had no effect whatsoever.
The dispersed airflow was completely absorbed by the nine ghost faces.
When Mo Shi Kuang's bombardment finally ceased, the ring of light above Hei Xiu Yi's head emitted a pale green glow, shining on the flying bone shields and repairing the cracks on them.
"Let me return your things to you." Hei Xiu Yi sneered. The nine ghost faces all opened their mouths wide, continuously spitting out several tens of clusters of fist Qi.
They had perfectly returned Mo Shi Kuang's attack back at him.
Seeing these dozens of fist Qi rushing toward him, Mo Shi Kuang was stunned for a moment. He was continuously hit and smashed onto the ground.
"Hahaha! A peak Rank Four is nothing special!" Someone immediately started shouting from outside the arena.
"Young Master!" The people beside Liu Wen Wu shouted anxiously. "That Hei Xiu Yi is one of the three great commanders of the Black Flag Army, a high-rank Rank Four Gu Master, best at defending. Should we call Mo Shi Kuang back?"
"It's fine." Liu Wen Wu wasn't nervous at all. Instead, he had a hint of a gloating smile as he glanced at Hei Lou Lan and Hei Xiu Yi in the arena. "My third brother's nature is to love fighting as much as he loves life. The stronger the opponent, the more excited he gets. Hehe, just sit back and watch the show."
"Hahahaha... fun, so much fun!" Mo Shi Kuang suddenly burst into wild laughter, casually climbing to his feet.
His eyes were blazing red as he stared at Hei Xiu Yi, his gaze burning.
"You're interesting. You're worth me using half my strength." Mo Shi Kuang said seriously.
Hei Xiu Yi was naturally displeased. "Hmph, you're all talk. Come at me, then!"
"Haa—!" Mo Shi Kuang's powerful body trembled. A fierce, inhuman aura, like that of a lion, tiger, bear, or elephant, burst forth, oppressing everyone's hearts.
*Swish!*
He shot up into the sky, his power overwhelming like a demon god. He raised his right foot.
"Take this!" He roared excitedly, aiming his right foot directly at Hei Xiu Yi and stomping down.