C82 Forfeit Death Order(1)

"The Seven Star Flower from the Mystic Trace Realm, if used correctly, could temporarily enhance even a Martial Master's abilities. What a waste!" Woo Zhengyang lamented.

If Zhou Muyuan, writhing in agony, knew Woo Zhengyang was still regretting his consumption of the Seven Star Flower, he'd probably go mad. Even if Zhou Muyuan didn't know, he couldn't stay calm.

The flower's potency was overwhelming; only through relentless combat could Zhou Muyuan transform its power into fighting strength to ease his suffering. His spear trembled as the wild energy finally found an outlet, surging into the silver weapon.

"Buzz..."

The spear vibrated intensely. Though it didn't match the awe of Woo Zhengyang's sword slicing through the air, it was beyond what any ordinary Nine-star Martial Disciple could achieve.

"Dragon Soars in All Directions!" Zhou Muyuan roared, splitting the spear into four, each like a dragon striking Woo Zhengyang from every angle.

This technique wasn't as formidable as Zhou Muyuan's previous invincible spear attack, but with the rampant energy inside him, its power multiplied. Each spear shadow was nearly as potent as the earlier strike.

If Woo Zhengyang wanted to eliminate Zhou Muyuan, he would have done so already. He was waiting for the Seven Star Flower's effects to fully manifest. Since it was already consumed, he might as well let it reach its full potential!

As four shadows of gunfire approached, Woo Zhengyang stood firm, his hands moving swiftly, creating over twenty palm shadows to shield himself.

"Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud..."

The dull sounds echoed as Woo Zhengyang's palms clashed rapidly with Zhou Muyuan's spear, neutralizing its force in mere moments.

"The power of the Seven Star Flower from the Mystic Trace Realm is truly immense. What a pity!" Woo Zhengyang lamented. Even though he managed to evade the spear with his Profound Heavy Gathering Silk Gloves, he still felt a surge of energy within him. One could only imagine the strength a Martial Master would gain from it.

"Die!" Zhou Muyuan, now in a frenzy, ignored Woo Zhengyang's prowess. He retracted his spear, leaped high, and brought it down like a mountain upon Woo Zhengyang.

This strike was even more powerful than before. Woo Zhengyang decided not to confront it head-on. He deflected it with a side palm strike and swiftly closed in on Zhou Muyuan, delivering a direct hit.

Zhou Muyuan's internal energy surged wildly, yet he couldn't escape the control of the Profound Heavy Power, which only amplified its effect. As Woo Zhengyang's palm neared, he unleashed the full force of the Profound Heavy Power from his gloves. Zhou Muyuan's body wavered slightly, unable to dodge, and was struck hard by Woo Zhengyang.

Under the force of the Profound Heavy Power, Zhou Muyuan didn't get flung away after being struck by Woo Zhengyang. Instead, he was held firmly in Woo Zhengyang's grasp. As Zhou Muyuan's silver spear swept towards him again, Woo Zhengyang swung his arm and simultaneously withdrew the Profound Heavy Power. With its disappearance, Zhou Muyuan spun through the air, his spear missing its mark.

After a short while, Zhou Muyuan finally snapped out of his frenzied state. Although he wasn't severely injured internally, the moment he regained his senses, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, a result of sheer frustration. During the past few moments, Woo Zhengyang had employed various techniques on him, all to test his own mastery and application of the Profound Heavy Power. Zhou Muyuan had been nothing more than a live target, often enduring multiple, sometimes even a dozen, consecutive strikes from a single simple move.

At this moment, Zhou Muyuan realized that the most disheartening thing wasn't the crushing defeat in battle, but the knowledge that he was bound to lose and still had to fight on, unable to escape. "Spare me, and I promise that the people from the Heavenly Martial Academy won't trouble you in the Mystic Trace Realm," Zhou Muyuan pleaded weakly. The effects of the Seven Star Flower had worn off, leaving him in a weakened state. Coupled with the prolonged beating from Woo Zhengyang, he was utterly exhausted.

Woo Zhengyang showed no signs of stopping. Zhou Muyuan, on the other hand, couldn't stop even if he wanted to. At this point, Woo Zhengyang had mastered the control of the Profound Heavy Power through the Profound Heavy Gathering Silk Gloves. Exhausted, Zhou Muyuan was like a puppet under his control, unable to attack or defend without Woo's direction.

"Did you really think I'd let you go? Did you ever plan on letting me go from the start?" Woo Zhengyang casually threw punches, using the opportunity to refine his precision with the Profound Heavy Power, while engaging in small talk with Zhou Muyuan.

"Our academy's second-ranked student, Bu Qianshan, is here..." Zhou Muyuan began, but before he could finish, a punch landed on his left shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground. Yet, under Woo Zhengyang's control, he stood up again.

"Bu Qianshan, huh? Nice name. I wonder if he can take a beating better than you!"

A chuckle escaped.