Chapter 117: Mo Fei's Trump Card, Wind Funeral!

  After finishing this sentence, Helian Nuo let out a loud roar and dragged his long knife to rush towards the bamboo pole quickly.

  "Do you want to engage in close combat with me? Is that the right choice? Indeed, all you can do is close combat when your soul power is exhausted. But do you think I only have soul techniques and no other skills? The bamboo pole dodged under his feet, speaking lightly. Although he had already used up most of his soul power by displaying the Solitary Spring Ghost Gate, in his eyes, Helian Nuo was just a naive young man. With his combat experience and seniority, dealing with such an inexperienced opponent would be effortless."

  Unfortunately, Zhugan didn't know that Helian's combat experience was no less than his. Of course, he had no idea that Helian had struggled at the edge of death countless times. A desperate counterattack was precisely what Helian was best at.

  As the battles of the other two groups have already fallen into a stalemate, Zhugan also felt a little anxious in his heart. After dodging Helian's attack, he began to fiercely counterattack. Judging from the current situation, the breakthrough point of the entire battle may be born here.

  He Lianuo dodged the bamboo stick's dagger swiftly, this kind of battle was really too familiar to him. It is worth mentioning that in the You Yue Forest, He Lian had often conducted real combat training with him. So far, He Lianuo had never seen anyone who could wield a dagger more skillfully than He Lian. Although the bamboo stick-wielding man's double daggers danced extremely fiercely, in He Lianuo's eyes, his moves were really too many unnecessary and fancy actions. On the battlefield of life and death, any extra action might be seized by the enemy to break through and deliver a fatal blow.

  According to the plan, within twenty moves, he should have taken Helian's life. However, as the fight went on, he found that the kid in front of him was not as simple as he had imagined. Many of Helian's movements were extremely clumsy and comical, but these seemingly awkward moves could actually dodge Zhugan's deadly attacks one after another. In his anxiety, Zhugan no longer held back, unleashing a series of killing moves in succession.

  "Bamboo pole? Hurry up and end the battle! These few people are very stubborn! We must fight quickly and decisively!" The goat-bearded man had been fighting for a long time without falling, but his heart was also getting anxious. He had long seen that Helianuo was the weakest of the four in terms of cultivation, so he naturally thought that the battle on Bamboo Pole's side should be the easiest.

  "You'd better worry about your own life. Your opponent is me?" He Liancheng's long sword launched a series of swift attacks, immediately putting Shan Yangzi on the defensive. Originally, he was the one most worried about He Lianuo, but seeing that He Lianuo's battle was fierce yet temporarily not too problematic, he put his mind at ease and focused on dealing with his own opponent.

  Listening to the increasingly urgent breathing of the bamboo pole, He Lian's heart was becoming more and more confident. If it were just a matter of soul techniques, then every person here would probably be able to suppress him. However, when it came to close combat, he had confidence in defeating anyone here, including his second brother He Lian Shuo. After all, in the You Yue Forest, he had a strong Soul Master as his sparring partner. What's more frightening was that every day, he would engage in prolonged close combat with the quasi-sacred beast Xiao Lang. Over the past nine years, his physical strength had far surpassed that of ordinary people.

  The problem with bamboo poles is that they shouldn't be too confident in their own close combat. Helian's most proud move is not the soul technique, but those three ancient martial arts techniques.

  As he watched, the dagger in Zhang's right hand was handed to his chest. He Lianuo did not dodge as before. His left arm swayed lightly, and the bones on his arm made a crisp sound. Before Zhang could react, He Lianuo's left arm suddenly grew about half a meter longer. Originally, the two people were already extremely close. This half-meter length was enough for He Lianuo to do anything.

  He Lian didn't directly attack Zhang Gan's vital spot. He simply stretched out his hand, lightly touched a point on Zhang Gan's right shoulder, and quickly retreated. Just as Zhang Gan was about to counterattack, he suddenly felt that the right half of his body had numbness without any warning signs. His right leg went soft, and he instantly lost his balance, heavily falling to the ground.

  The Bone-Sealing Technique and the Embracing Hole Hand, two of the most ancient and powerful martial arts techniques, were suddenly unleashed, instantly reversing the entire situation.

  "Bamboo pole? What's wrong with you? Get up quickly!" The goat whiskers casually turned his head, but found that the bamboo pole, which had been at an advantage just now, was already paralyzed on the ground. And his opponent, however, was leisurely standing with his hands behind him and smiling.

  "If I had known what was going on, I wouldn't have ended up like this..." Bamboo cane muttered gloomily, struggling desperately to get up. But all of this was in vain. The numbness in the right half of his body grew stronger and stronger, until finally he could barely even hold onto his dagger.

  "Now, do you still think I'm the weakest in this team?" Helianuo smiled and walked to Zhugan's side, squatting down to look into his eyes. "If there's a next life, remember not to underestimate any opponent, and also don't be too confident in yourself." After saying these words, Helianuo suddenly punched out, hitting Zhugan's temple with a solid thud. Instantly, Zhugan's slender head exploded like a rotten watermelon, hanging crookedly from his neck.

  This battle... Helianuo won very easily... In fact, if bamboo had used his soul technique from the start... everything might have turned out differently... Unfortunately, bamboo still trusted his own experience too much... He was convinced that as long as he consumed his opponent's soul power, victory would be his... This viewpoint was originally not unreasonable... But unfortunately, he encountered Helianuo, who possessed a lost ancient martial art from a hundred years ago... And this ancient martial art did not require any soul power at all.

  Kerian had long been aware that the ancient martial arts, compared to soul techniques, had too many limitations and drawbacks. For example, its attack distance, for example, its strict requirements for physical strength... A person who relies solely on martial arts would find it difficult to survive in today's mainland. But this does not mean that martial arts have no place to be used. On the contrary, Kerian has already gained too many benefits from martial arts in numerous battles. The soul masters of this era, the vast majority do not even know of the existence of martial arts... As long as they can drag their opponents into close combat, then Kerian, who possesses ancient martial arts, is often unbeatable.

  It was precisely because of the suddenness and rarity of the ancient martial arts that Helian could defeat the stronger bamboo pole with one move. No matter how high your soul-refining level is, no matter how abundant your soul power is, any martial art that targets human structure to cause damage is unstoppable. Of course, Bamboo Pole's underestimation was also a major reason for his failure.

  After flipping through the corpse of the bamboo pole, Helian Nuo unexpectedly found a beast soul crystal core. Judging from the quality of the crystal core, it was at least from a fifth-grade beast soul. This means that they were not the first team to be attacked by the three men with goat-like beards. According to the usual practice of these three people, the soul master who had his crystal core robbed would probably have been killed already.

  "What a scoundrel! He deserved to die!" With that, Helian Nu kicked the corpse of the bamboo pole with great force. He walked over to the battlefield where Mo Fei and the fat big man were fighting. The two had yet to determine who was superior, but the fat big man seemed to have already gained the upper hand.

  "Xiao Bai, do you need my help? The current situation is not good for you. Didn't Mo Fei often mock He Lian Nuo before? Now that he has the opportunity to be caught by He Lian Nuo, he naturally won't let it go."

  "On one side, go catch that fat pig! Young master, I'll be done with it in no time. With your skills, why don't you go catch a few wild boars instead? By the time I'm done with this fat pig, we can have a whole roasted pig to eat!" Mo Fei Bai had never been one to conserve energy, and now that he saw He Lian Nu, who was weaker than him, had already defeated his opponent, he felt a bit anxious. However, he still refused to back down."

  He Lianuo shrugged indifferently. Although he understood that Mo Feibai was just pretending to be strong, he didn't plan to take action either. He Lianuo was very clear that Mo Feibai's hidden moves were not few in number. Dealing with this obviously somewhat flustered fatty was already more than enough.

  "Fatty, don't be eager to fight. Find an opportunity and escape immediately." Seeing the bamboo pole being struck down, Mountain Goat's beard was already somewhat intimidated. Two against three, he didn't have that kind of courage yet. However, He Liancheng had already sealed off all his paths of retreat. He wanted to escape, but it wasn't that easy a thing.

  The fat big man was already somewhat flustered. Upon hearing the command of the goat-bearded man, his movements became even more frantic. Originally being forced into a somewhat awkward position by him, Mo Fei Bai finally had some room to breathe. He threw his long knife aside and pulled out two short knives from his waist, quickly slashing them through the air. Before long, four whirlwind walls rapidly formed, firmly trapping the fat big man under Mo Fei Bai's command.

  "Hurricane Cage? An upgraded version of Storm Wall? This time, I'd like to see how you escape!" Mo Fei Bai sneered with a smile.

  "Dragon's Tear????!" The stout man let out a loud roar in the hurricane prison, his massive war hammer striking the ground with great force. Instantly, a huge rift tore through the wind prison, fiercely heading towards Mofei Bai.

  "Not bad, huh? You can still counterattack in this situation?" Mo Fei Bai was also somewhat surprised. This Storm Prison was his strongest control soul technique at the moment. Unexpectedly, it was broken through by Fat Big Han's single attack. It seems that ending this battle won't be as simple as he thought."

  "Since that's the case, I'll have to bring out my trump card! No matter what, I won't be looked down on by that little brat Helianuo! " Mo Fei Bai gritted his teeth, and two whirlwinds suddenly appeared at his feet, slowly lifting him into mid-air. The fat man's Dragon's Tear naturally fell short, and the fat man quickly destroyed all four wind walls with a few swings of his arms. When he looked up, however, he saw that Mo Fei Bai's raised arm was surrounded by a rapidly expanding pale blue whirlwind."

  "Let me show you my strongest soul skill... Wind Funeral...!" Mo Fei Bai's hair and clothes were blown flying, his whole body emitting a fierce killing aura, like a mad demon.

  "Die?!" Mo Fei's hands suddenly waved fiercely, creating a huge and terrifying whirlwind that flew straight at the fat big man.