The Martial Saint of Humanity, I Have Transformed Low-Level Martial Arts Into Immortal Martial Arts - Chapter 71

Chapter 71: The Daoist’s Severed Head! Invincible Stance!

Jin Bupo also stepped back, his heart racing in fear. “Let’s see just how strong I can get in my ultimate state!”

Having pushed back the two powerful opponents, Su Hao’s whole body was ablaze with heat. His blood was boiling, and facing these two Transforming Tendon Martial Artists elevated his fighting spirit; he was eager to test his limits!

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

A series of light sounds erupted from within Su Hao, like the drawing of a bowstring, with strong tendons protruding, clearly visible under his skin.

Su Hao’s aura surged dramatically, his black hair rising without wind, and the surrounding grass was pressed down and broken by his invisible momentum.

Everyone present felt a heart-pounding aura; the former Su Hao was like a sleeping fierce tiger, whereas now he resembled a awakened tiger, baring its fangs and claws, ready to pounce!

“What? He… hasn’t even used Tendon Strength before?”

The Blood Daoist and Jin Bupo both felt their hearts twitch simultaneously, their eyes wide in disbelief as they sensed that something was amiss.

His essence and strength flowed through broad meridians, significantly stronger than before!

Transforming Tendon Martial Artists undergo a transformation in their meridians, becoming more resilient, thus capable of multiplying their strength output. They can produce effects where external strength translates into inner energy.

When Su Hao defeated Shi Tieshan and Wu Yannian, he did so without being a Transforming Tendon Martial Artist; it was purely due to his profound martial arts and deep strength.

Now, facing the combined might of two Transforming Tendon Martial Artists, he was finally using the ‘Tendon Strength’ of a Transforming Tendon Martial Artist in combat!

Having forced the two back and suppressed them without the use of Tendon Strength, one could only imagine the terror that would ensue now that he was actually employing it.

As they felt Su Hao’s raging aura surge higher and higher, Jin Bupo and the Blood Daoist couldn’t stop their hearts from twitching.

The Blood Daoist swallowed hard, forcing a smile as he said, “Hero Wen… we have no grudges against each other. Your desire to kill me is merely for the bounty from the Yamen. I can offer you benefits—how about we turn hostility into friendship?”

Jin Bupo gritted his teeth and sternly said, “Wen Tailai, I am the Chiliarch of the Black Deer Army. You should have heard of King Huang’s reputation. Do you really have the courage to oppose the Black Deer Army?”

The two men realized Su Hao’s hidden depths—one chose to back down, showing willingness to offer benefits for his departure, while the other resorted to leveraging his background to intimidate Su Hao, hoping to instill fear.

“Now you want to plead for mercy? It’s too late, you both will die!”

But Su Hao’s blood was boiling; his voice was not loud, yet it resonated with a shocking intensity. He typically refrained from striking unless necessary, but when he did, he would eliminate the enemy—there was no way he would let these two go.

Void Breaking Divine Fist!

With his crimson right hand clenched into a fist, Su Hao’s Core Strength exploded forth, far beyond his previous capabilities due to the newly transformed meridians.

He gathered a vast amount of air, merging it with the fiery force of his Melting Gold Hand, creating an unstoppable torrent of searing strength. When it reached its peak, it burst forth like a volcanic eruption, unleashing a punch into the air!

“Not good!”

Jin Bupo’s pupils contracted; the moment Su Hao launched his punch, a chill gripped his heart. Even before the punch arrived, an intense wave of heat rushed toward him. He hastily shouted, crossing his arms to protect himself, activating his Golden Bell to its fullest, hoping to withstand this overwhelming blow.

“Boom!!”

In the next instant, the punch struck Jin Bupo’s body.

Searing, thick, domineering… it felt as if a flaming meteor had descended upon him, something beyond the capacity of flesh and blood to withstand—this was Jin Bupo’s immediate sensation!

“Crack, crack, crack!”

The faint golden phantom enveloping Jin Bupo’s body shattered in an instant, and the sound of metal breaking rang out from his arms.

Boom!

His tall, burly figure was uncontrollably thrown backward, like a cannonball, crashing into the courtyard wall, causing it to collapse and shatter.

“Lord Jin!”

A soldier from the Black Deer Army stood frozen, staring at the scene, and then a gasp escaped his lips as someone hurried forward to check.

At this moment, Jin Bupo was in a wretched state; both of his arms had been shattered, and beyond that, a searing energy had seeped into his body, burning through his meridians and internal organs, releasing a charred scent all over him.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Jin Bupo coughed violently, hot, steaming blood gushing from his mouth, his breath quickly fading away, no longer resembling the furious and mighty figure he once was.

“With one punch… one punch, you broke my Golden Bell Cover and left me gravely injured?”

Fear filled Jin Bupo’s pale face, pain coursing through his meridians to the point that he had no strength left to even get up.

Su Hao utilized his tendon strength, multiplying his core strength output, and with his Jade Glass Bones, he unleashed a full-force strike with his perfected Melting Gold Hand and Void Breaking Divine Fist, directly inflicting serious damage on Jin Bupo!

“Thinking of escaping?”

A flash of murderous intent crossed Su Hao’s eyes, while the Blood Daoist sensed danger and made the decision to flee immediately.

“Run, run, run! Damned bastard, why must you make things difficult for me?”

The Blood Daoist pushed his movement technique to its limits and quickly fled, cursing inwardly. After living carefree for years, today he found himself targeted by ‘Wen Tailai’!

Whoosh!

A swift, whirling sound echoed behind the Blood Daoist as Su Hao came barreling forward, activating the Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada. His Jade Glass Bones exhibited powerful explosive force, and the distance between them closed rapidly.

“Damn it!”

The Blood Daoist sensed the imminent threat of Su Hao closing in behind him. He gritted his teeth, knowing that even a cornered rabbit would bite back, not to mention himself.

“Crack!”

With a fierce expression, the Blood Daoist clutched his thumb in his left hand and twisted it with a snap, breaking the bone, then aimed it at Su Hao, channeling his energy.

Swoosh!

That severed thumb detached from the palm, transforming into a beam of blood light that shot toward Su Hao!

This was the Blood Daoist’s most desperate killing move, capable of launching a broken finger with unstoppable force, but the cost was one of his fingers!

In this critical moment of life and death, the Blood Daoist disregarded everything else, seeking only to kill Su Hao!

“Swoosh!”

The blood-encased finger shot forth, targeting Su Hao’s face with lightning speed, making it nearly impossible to evade. Su Hao raised his arm to protect his face, his Core Strength pushing the Iron Shirt to its limits, causing his clothes to emit a crisp sound of metal clashing as they rubbed together.

“Thump!”

The blood-red finger, carrying an indomitable strength, tore through the energy-infused sleeve of Su Hao’s clothing, slicing into his skin and muscle, before falling to the ground, its power spent.

Blood trickled from Su Hao’s arm; the Blood Daoist’s strike was indeed powerful, breaking through Su Hao’s Iron Shirt defense, but that was all it achieved.

“How could this be?”

Having used this killing move, the Blood Daoist felt a massive drain on his energy, his face turning pale and a sense of dizziness overtaking him. The strongest attack he had unleashed at the cost of a finger had only resulted in a flesh wound for Su Hao?

Before he could react further, Su Hao was already right beside him. The Blood Daoist hurriedly shouted, “Brother Wen, stop! Let’s make peace! I can give you all my treasures and cultivation techniques!”

However, Su Hao offered the Blood Daoist no chance for reprieve. One hand grasped his shoulder while the other seized his head, twisting hard to the right!

“Crack, crack, crack!”

The Blood Daoist’s neck snapped at once, his head spinning around like a bottle cap, his neck contorting in a twisted shape!

Riiiip!

Then, with forceful effort, Su Hao tore the Blood Daoist’s head clean off, blood streaming from the severed neck, the smell of blood filling the air.

The Blood Daoist’s eyes bulged wide, filled with fear and disbelief. He never expected that a figure notorious as a Demon Daoist would meet such a tragic end, having his head plucked off as easily as pulling a carrot from the ground!