"It seems we're still one step too late." Looking at the disfigured corpses of Wang Bingquan and Ma Youcai, Song Yingchun sighed with so regret and shook his head.
Wang Bingquan was no big deal.
But Ma Youcai was a hard-won internal supporter Song Family had finally managed to plant within the Demon Suppression Bureau.
He had been conscientious all these years, and had helped their family countless tis. But to end up like this, made him sowhat unbearable.
"Don't bla yourselves," Su Heng consoled, "They were just too weak."
"I gave them a chance, if they were willing to attack together, there was a possibility of survival."
Looking at his calm and indifferent face, Song Ting clenched his fists, feeling a surge of anger rushing to his head.
His eyebrows furrowed, and his neck even seed to grow a bit thicker.
"What do you take human life for, a toy? They're already dead, yet you're still posturing here."
"Or else what..." Su Heng spread his hands, "Betrayal always cos with a price."
His gaze lingered on Song Ting's face for a mont, "I rember you, you were there when I killed Hong Wendao."
"That really flatters this old man," Song Ting responded with a sardonic smile.
"So..."
Su Heng said, "Are you here to avenge Hong Wendao?"
"That's right!" Song Ting declared confidently.
"Having witnessed in action, do you still think you can threaten ?" Su Heng tilted his head with a look of puzzlent.
Song Ting clenched his fists tightly, his teeth grinding fiercely, "Brother Wendao was good to , if nothing else, I can repay him with my life. Besides, martial arts is about the weak overcoming the strong. If one doesn't even have the courage to challenge the powerful, then what's the point of all the years of diligent practice?"
"Very good..." Su Heng smiled, clapping his hands, "I admire your courage."
"As a reward, I'll allow you to strike first. Let see the resolution in your quest for brotherly vengeance." Su Heng paused briefly, his mouth twitching, his smile broadening, "Just don't disappoint ."
"Hmph!"
Song Ting let out a cold laugh, "I'd like to see, with my brother and I joining forces, whether you can still be smiling at the end!"
He shook his arms forcefully, tearing his wide sleeves.
Solid, powerful forearms were wrapped with several gold bangles, making a clangorous sound.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He struck a series of poses.
His clothes shattered inch by inch and scattered as torn rags.
His body, of a normal human's stature, swelled rapidly, blood engorged, and grew in the blink of an eye to over two ters tall.
His muscles resembled the roots of an old tree, twisted and tangled, giving him a strong and imposing appearance.
"Huff!!!"
After adjusting himself to peak condition.
Song Ting's gaze turned frosty as he stepped forward and threw a heavy punch at Su Heng.
This punch was straightforward and simple, lacking any fanciful variations, but the force gathered in it kept converging, rotating, and compressing during the execution, until a hamr-like shadow ford on the fist's edge, driving the airflow straight towards Su Heng's chest.
"Song Family's ancestral Crushing Mountain Chaotic Rock force, indeed not bad," Su Heng flashed a hint of admiration before his eyes.
When it cos to Cultivation Realm.
Song Ting should be in the first stage of the Demonic Realm, Blood Exchange completed.
If he could break through to the second stage, the Five Internal Organs Realm, he would be genuinely at the Family Head level.
But even so, with the enhancent of so special technique, the explosive force on Song Ting's fists was in fact three tis greater than that of a normal Blood Exchange.
Just in terms of raw force, it was enough to rival so of the weaker practitioners in the Five Internal Organs Realm.
Unfortunately...
That amount of strength still posed no threat to Su Heng.
Pop!
Su Heng spread his hand and grasped forward.
Song Ting's full-powered punch was firmly blocked by his hand, which enveloped the entire fist.
Two opposing forces collided and compressed in midair, then exploded with trails of white mist shooting out in all directions.
Su Heng broke through the force barrier on Song Ting's body.
Five fingers thick as pillars gripped Song Ting's wrist.
If it had been a normal exchange, Song Ting's arm would have been crushed by Su Heng's terrifying wrist strength.
But Song Ting seed to have been prepared.
The bangles on his wrist, of an unknown tal, beca incredibly hard when infused with force. Su Heng's fingers, which could easily tear through refined steel, only managed to twist and deform them slightly.
Su Heng's countermove was just as swift.
If he couldn't crush them, then—
With a bit of effort from his arm, Song Ting's towering figure was suddenly swung up in the air and smashed down like a toy.
Bang!
A loud noise erupted.
The ground burst upwards with dust, leaving a huge pit.
Debris and soil scattered about, the woods on both sides of the clearing shook, rustling noises erged, and flocks of birds took flight into the sky.
As the dust settled and the flying debris returned to the ground.
Inside the more than two-ter-deep pit, Song Ting's arms and legs were folded in a defensive posture to dissipate the force.
And on his arms, shoulders, and back, and other parts, broad dark brown scales appeared, his ears also turned sharp like those of an elf.
"A demonic form capable of enhancing physical defense,"
Su Heng was startled, then laughed, "No wonder your force is so much stronger than opponents of the sa level."
"What a pity..."
The smile on his face disappeared, and his gaze turned fierce.
He lifted his leg and stomped down heavily, the energy wrapped around his foot like blazing flas, driving thick smoke and bending the grass around him low.
It was easy to imagine that if such a stomp were to land solidly on a body.
Even a body made of iron would be broken into two on the spot.
Just before Su Heng's foot fell, the hidden Song Yingchun finally made his move.
Accompanied by a piercing shriek like the roar of a hundred beasts, his body turned into a black line, and his speed surged.
All the energy in his body gathered at the tips of his palms, forming a shape like a sharp cone.
With whisps of white air, he lunged towards Su Heng's waist.
Bang!
Su Heng used his elbow to block.
With circles of invisible shockwaves spreading, the clothes on his upper body split inch by inch.
His foot, too, shifted direction effortlessly, landing on empty space, narrowly dodging at the critical mont by Song Ting.
Within a three-ter range, the ground trembled violently.
Stones shattered, and the earth turned to dust.
Song Ting sorsaulted up and stood firmly in the distance, panting heavily. He wiped his face with his hand.
When he spread his hand open, he found a bright red spot in the center of his palm.
These were tiny stones lifted by the explosion of energy.
They had grazed his cheek, piercing through his defenses.
"Hiss..." Song Ting's eyes turned faintly red, "This monster, kill him!"
He crossed his arms, the tal rings on his arms clashing against each other, creating a burst of translucent sound ripples, as he charged towards Su Heng.
Song Ting, Song Yingchun.
The forr had thick flesh and high defense, the latter had fast speed and strong piercing power.
Add to that the fact that the two were twin brothers, who had lived together from childhood, their coordination was seamless and implicit.
The three of them stood together, darting and weaving, casting repeated phantoms. Whether it was an ancient tree thick enough for several n to embrace, or a two-ter-tall boulder covered with green moss, anything that was touched or brushed against would end up bursting and shattering.
For a mont, the forest was filled with incessant dull thuds.
Flocks of birds took to the sky, and countless creatures trembled and panicked.
As ti passed, the gap between the three of them gradually widened.
Su Heng's energy seed to be inexhaustible, still looking relaxed and confident in his victory.
While Song Ting and Song Yingchun could only barely hold on by relying on their close and seamless cooperation.
Moreover, their energy was depleting too quickly, and their montum had waned.
Finally—Bang!
Su Heng's expression grew colder, making a punch out of thin air.
The terrifying punch compressed the air, and a dense white shockwave blasted outwards.
The trees in front of him exploded row by row, sending debris flying, and a deep furrow rolled through the ground.
At the end of the furrow.
A raised steep cliff crumbled inch by inch, with cracks spreading and collapsing into a huge pit.
The moonlight, cold and desolate like frost, saw Song Ting and Song Yingchun stop in their tracks, looking back, swallowing a gulp of saliva, feeling a chill climbing up their backs.
"Damn it!" cursed Song Ting inwardly.
A casual punch could shatter mountains and earth; such an unreasonable level of destructive power was too exaggerated.
"You must be nearing your limit," Su Heng did not pursue his advantage, but said coldly, "If this is all you have, how can you avenge Hong Wendao?"
His eyebrows knitted tightly, and a flash of bloodlight passed through his eyes, "Could it be that you two are playing with !?"
"You are indeed strong, but strength doesn't an everything in this world."
Clearly at an absolute disadvantage, exhausted, yet there was not a hint of urgency on Song Ting's face, instead, there was a faint smile.
"Look around you, idiot!" Song Yingchun spoke up boldly.
"Huh?"
Su Heng frowned, as if he realized sothing.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The mont he looked up, streaks of bloodlight burst from the dense forest.
The crimson vines as thick as an adult's wrist, covered in spikes and barbs, wrapped around Su Heng's hands and feet.
Su Heng struggled slightly.
He couldn't tear these vines from his body.
"This is..." He sensed traces of a demonic aura from the vines, though not strong. And in the surrounding environnt, there seed to be no other living things.
"This is a formation constructed using the corpse of the Bloodthirsty Demon Vine."
Song Ting lightly tapped his toes on the ground and perched on a branch, with the moon at his back, looking down at Su Heng from a high position.
"The Bloodthirsty Demon Vine is not only immune to fire and water, but also incredibly tough. What's more important is that once a Martial Artist is entangled by the demon vine, their energy will be suppressed and sapped, making it hard to circulate," explained Song Ting with a smile. "The Bloodthirsty Demon Vine is the bane of Martial Artists and also the treasured heritage of the Song Family."
"Is that so?" Su Heng tried to channel his energy, indeed finding it sluggish.
"Kill!" Song Ting swallowed a secret pill that stimulated his potential, and a web of crimson veins erupted over his body.
"Take his life now; don't let him recover!" With a loud shout from Song Ting, Song Yingchun imdiately followed up.
The two n, one to the left and one to the right, crossed paths.
Rushing towards Su Heng to attack once again.
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