C158 Body Forging Mythology Fourteenth Chapter(1)

Woo Zhengyang knew exactly what was happening as Ma Tengyue came charging in, yelling at the top of his lungs. However, Woo Zhengyang didn't see Ma Tengyue as a threat. Compared to Ma Tenglong, Ma Tengyue's skills were lacking, his martial arts were ordinary, and even his spear was nowhere near the quality of Ma Tenglong's superior weapon.

As the spear thrust toward him, Woo Zhengyang didn't hesitate; he spun around and threw a punch.

"Clang..."

The clash of fist and spearhead echoed with a piercing sound of metal shattering. Astonishingly, Woo Zhengyang's fist remained unscathed while the spearhead shattered into pieces.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations. But the most surprising part was yet to come...

With the spearhead shattered, Woo Zhengyang's punch didn't lose momentum. Instead, Ma Tengyue stood there, stunned, forgetting to grip his spear tightly.

"Thud..."

The shaft of the silver spear was driven into Ma Tengyue's chest by Woo Zhengyang's punch. Blood and fragments of his heart flew out from the back of his chest, staining the silver spear.

"Ah..." Ma Tengyue managed to utter his final breath before collapsing, lifeless.

"Yue'er..."

Ma Feiyi, watching from below, was devastated. Despite everything, Ma Tengyue was his son, and witnessing his brutal death was unbearable. Overcome with grief, Ma Feiyi coughed up blood.

“Ah...”

In the ring, Ma Tenglong saw the scene unfold and cried out in pain.

Overcome by the grief of losing his brother, Ma Tenglong's aura shifted dramatically, propelling him to the Martial Master Stage! Seizing the opportunity of his breakthrough, Ma Tenglong twisted his body, breaking free from Woo Zhengyang's Profound Heavy Power. He launched a fierce attack straight at Woo Zhengyang!

Everyone witnessed Ma Tenglong's sudden advancement, their expressions varied.

"Zhengyang!" Liang Ruoxuan gasped, her face changing with shock.

"Son, avenge your brother!" Ma Feiyi shouted urgently.

Amidst the chaos, Woo Zhengyang remained the calmest of all.

He hadn't expected that killing Ma Tengyue so casually would unleash Ma Tenglong's potential, putting him in a tight spot. The gap between a Martial Disciple and a Martial Master was a chasm not easily crossed. Even if Woo Zhengyang executed the Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist to perfection, it might not be enough.

"Do I need to reveal my dual cultivation of body and veins and use the longsword?"

These thoughts flashed through Woo Zhengyang's mind, but he dismissed them. If he had to reveal a trump card, he had a better option in mind.

Woo Zhengyang had just advanced, and he was still getting used to his newfound strength and combat abilities. Ma Tenglong had one more chance for a decisive strike. If he could land a fatal blow, the battle would be over; otherwise, Ma Tenglong might find himself in a stalemate.

The black spear came crashing down with an intensity that was unmatched by anything before. The sound of the spear slicing through the air was enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.

As the spear approached, Woo Zhengyang's expression grew intensely serious, and the spectators were taken aback. It seemed as if Woo Zhengyang was frozen in place, standing there motionless, ready to meet Ma Tenglong's spear head-on.

"Could it be that Ma Tenglong's advancement has scared him stiff?" the crowd speculated.

Just as Ma Tenglong's spear was mere inches from Woo Zhengyang's head, Woo Zhengyang sprang into action! His left hand shot out, attempting to deflect Ma Tenglong's spear.

Seeing Woo Zhengyang's seemingly foolish move after all the buildup, the crowd couldn't help but feel disappointed. How could a Martial Disciple, no matter how strong his body from training, possibly withstand a strike from someone at the Martial Master Stage?

"Bang..."

Woo Zhengyang's palm collided with Ma Tenglong's spear. Although his hand was protected by the Profound Heavy Gathering Silk Gloves, leaving it unscathed, the powerful recoil shattered the flesh of his left arm, rendering it useless for further combat.

Time and again, Woo Zhengyang had sent Ma Tenglong flying, humiliating him, and Ma's confidence had taken a hit. Even after advancing in skill, he couldn't muster a smile. But now, seeing that Woo Zhengyang's hand was injured, a hint of a smile finally appeared on his face.

"With one hand down, how long can you hold out? Today, I'll make sure you can't use any of your limbs, and then I'll finish you off slowly," Ma Tenglong thought, a fierce glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, Ma Tenglong's expression shifted slightly. Despite the severe injury to his left hand, Woo Zhengyang stood there unmoving, extending a finger with his right hand towards Ma Tenglong.

However, when Ma saw where Woo Zhengyang was aiming, he relaxed. It wasn't that Woo Zhengyang's attack was off-target; rather, he was aiming for the most critical spot—the core of a martial artist.

Ma Tenglong was wearing armor that primarily protected this vital area, so he wasn't worried. To him, Woo Zhengyang was just desperately trying anything, forgetting that Ma was armored.

Besides, given Ma Tenglong's current level of mastery, even if Woo Zhengyang had some mysterious pulling power, it wouldn't make much difference. The outcome was already decided!