If anything happens to him under my watch, even if Ma Bong and Qiao Qichong are brothers, they’ll have to face a bit of tornt.
"Courting death."
True to form, just as the young blond raised his chanical crossbow, Wang Longhu seed to be seven or eight ters away.
But within a breath, Wang Longhu was in front of him, his fingers darting out like swords.
Bam!
Ma Bong blocked with his body. The mont Wang Longhu’s fingers touched his chest, it felt like piercing through rubber, instantly dispersing the strength from Wang Longhu’s hands.
Ma Bong’s chest skin slightly sank, completely absorbing, resolving, and redirecting the force so that Wang Longhu’s mighty power was like a clay Buddha going into the sea, showing no nace at all.
"The Toad Horizontal Training Cover, interesting." Wang Longhu murmured pensively.
The Toad Horizontal Training Cover that Ma Bong practiced was simply the nesis of martial artists like Sodaimura Yujiro and Cyan Dragon Mount Tai who trained their personal strength to the extre.
Ma Bong’s skin, tempered to resemble cowhide, had extre flexibility and stretch, such that even a knife stabbing him would struggle to pierce through.
And the tendons under the skin were supple yet firm, capable of withstanding the strength exerted by an attacker.
The feeling was like crashing into a net, the net holding you back completely, unable to damage the cargo behind it, a profound sense of powerlessness.
"Today, I’ll show you what Four Poison Hall is and that it’s not a place to co and go as you please."
Ma Bong’s chin trembled as inner strength erupted from his body, pushing Wang Longhu’s fingers away.
Remarkably, Ma Bong’s previously soft cowhide-like skin suddenly tightened, hardening akin to a steel plate.
In this state, Ma Bong was truly impervious to blades and bullets; horizontal training was the ultimate nesis of Ming Jin Martial Artists.
His fingers tingled slightly, shocked by Ma Bong’s horizontal training, knowing well that Wang Longhu’s physique was as high as 6.44.
The fact that even he felt a slight pain was enough to prove that Ma Bong had truly honed the Toad Horizontal Training Cover to a very profound level.
Five Poison Sect has traditionally only accepted five disciples, teaching five different martial arts.
If the five brothers worked together, they could establish a great empire in the Southeast Asian Martial Arts World.
"A good turtle shell, I’ll see how much you can withstand." Wang Longhu sneered coldly, transforming his fingers into palms, and slapped Ma Bong’s chest fiercely.
Compressed Dark Force from the Guanyuan Acupoint and Dantian burst at that mont, surging from Wang Longhu’s palm acupoint, all transforming into explosive energy, flooding into Ma Bong’s body.
Previously, Cyan Dragon Mount Tai directly took Wang Longhu’s Five Elents Shattering Force, his entire arm exploding from the inside out, an image Wang Longhu vividly recalled.
Yet Ma Bong didn’t appear as distressed; although his eyes revealed surprise, his body did not suffer any skin ruptures.
Instead, his belly puffed up instantly, resembling an angry bullfrog, bulging so much that the originally loose robe beca tightly stretched, showing signs of possibly ripping at any mont.
"Such powerful inner strength, you have reached this level, no wonder that glutton of a fifth disciple died at your hands!"
Ma Bong’s face flushed red, shouting in realization.
Suddenly, the ground beneath him collapsed sharply, forming a pit several ters in diater. The hard stone surface cracked, sending nurous stone fragnts flying, unable to withstand the invisible force.
Ma Bong made a Tai Chi motion with his arms, his large sleeves billowing, and Wang Longhu noticed that his arms once yellow-brown were now visibly turning purple, eventually even his palms and fingers beca intensely purple.
Poisoned!
A thought instantly raced through Wang Longhu’s mind. He had seen these purple arms before; the Fifth Brother of the Five Poison Sect used poisons to cultivate, resulting in such changes once they exerted their full strength.
But the problem was, the Fifth Brother had confird that their master only taught this inner power to him, and the other four junior brothers were unaware of the practice technique.
So how did Ma Bong achieve this?
Ma Bong’s hands ford a circle, aiming to grab Wang Longhu’s arm. His nails were neither too long nor too short, just right to leave marks on a person.
With Ma Bong’s strength, getting caught by him would leave even a Huajin Grandmaster marked, and the poison on his hands would instantly invade the opponent’s body.
A Huajin Grandmaster might temporarily suppress the poison, but there’s no way to self-detoxify; over ti, death is inevitable.
The instant Ma Bong’s ten fingers seized Wang Longhu’s arm, a powerful inner strength erupted, Ma Bong couldn’t even apply force, and was forcibly shaken off by Wang Longhu’s inner strength.
"I reached Grandmaster status through the Three Wonders, the best within Huajin, and you think you can compete with ?"
Wang Longhu sneered dismissively; inside him, a tiger roared and a leopard growled, accompanied by thunderous sounds, as his single hand seized Ma Bong’s wrist, imdiately filling his body with inner strength intertwining with Ma Bong’s.
Admittedly, Ma Bong’s ridians were far more resilient than any martial artist Wang Longhu had faced before.
Faced with Cyan Dragon Mount Tai and Sodaimura Yujiro’s group, Wang Longhu’s inner strength entering them would burst their blood vessels and skin, wounds pouring blood like a fountain.
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