Chapter 171: Chapter 117: A Ghastly Sight (2)

At this moment, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master wore an expression of humiliation turning into rage.

He simply couldn’t imagine how the young man before him had trained his Martial Arts.

’He’d used a Lightweight Technique that wasn’t even that advanced, yet he’d still managed to catch up to me.’

’His Palm Power is immense and ferocious, far beyond the Cultivation someone his age should possess.’

’Even when I caught him completely off guard, turning my own blood into a rain of Hidden Weapons... he was still able to use his immense Inner Strength to form a protective barrier of energy.’

’How the hell am I supposed to fight this?’

The Hundred Ghosts Hall Master had roamed the Jianghu for many years. In all that time, the only powers that ever gave him pause were the Seven Great Sects of the Eastern Domain.

Other than them, he never truly paid any mind even to the likes of the Three Immortals, Two Kings, and One City Madman.

But who could have expected to run into a freak like this? It made him feel like a tiger trying to bite the sky—utterly helpless.

With a single thought, the dense rain of blood droplets coalesced. He tore open his freshly healed arms, allowing the blood to surge back into his body through the wounds.

The thought of retreat surfaced in his mind once more...

But just then, Fang Shuwen’s hateful voice rang out again:

"Hundred Ghosts Hall Master... is this really all you have?"

Hearing this, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master immediately knew something was wrong. He snapped his head up to see Fang Shuwen right in front of him.

His right fist was raised high, already swinging down.

A murderous glint flashed in the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s blood-red eyes. ’This is outrageous!’

He let out a furious roar, imbued with the Hundred Ghosts Hall’s soul-snatching Sound Technique. But he knew the truth: the technique was only good for bullying the weak.

Against those weaker than him, it was incredibly effective.

But against someone with superior Inner Strength, it was utterly useless.

Still, he had to do *something* to vent the fury in his heart.

With a furious roar, he threw a vicious punch with his massive right fist.

As their fists collided, his pupils shrank.

’The force in Fang Shuwen’s punch... it’s far greater than I expected.’

’How could his Power have increased so much in such a short time?’

’Does this kid get stronger the stronger his opponent is?’

The Hundred Ghosts Hall Master wasn’t entirely wrong... Fang Shuwen didn’t exactly get stronger when facing a strong opponent. He was just always that strong to begin with.

Ever since achieving Great Perfection in the Muscle Strengthening Scripture, he had never once used his full strength.

After later stacking the North Nether Divine Technique and the Celestial Intent Four Symbols Technique on top of that, his Inner Strength had reached an unfathomable depth.

As a result, he held back against every opponent he faced.

So, to be precise, it wasn’t that he got stronger when facing the strong... it was that he would gauge his opponent’s strength and use just enough Power to put him a cut above them.

And the Martial Arts of this Hundred Ghosts Hall Master were, without a doubt, the most profound Fang Shuwen had encountered to date.

The likes of Shangguan Ying, or even the Bone King and the Vermilion Bird Hall Master he’d recently met, couldn’t even begin to compare.

So, Fang Shuwen simply unleashed a bit more of his strength, which in turn gave the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master the impression that Fang Shuwen’s Inner Strength had suddenly skyrocketed.

Regardless of the reason, Fang Shuwen’s punch caused the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s opposing arm to explode with dozens of gashes. Blood flew everywhere as he was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

The force was so immense that the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master smashed through seven or eight trees of varying sizes before he finally managed to stop himself.

His body was a wreck; he was a complete mess.

Just as he was about to use the Hundred Ghosts Scripture to heal his wounds, Fang Shuwen appeared before him again.

He unleashed the Great Black Heaven God Palm, move by move, interspersing it with techniques from the Unskilled Palm Technique like "Mountain Splitting," "Broken Stream," and "Stone Carving."

At this moment, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s massive physique was no longer an advantage; it had become a giant, living target.

He was beaten back again and again, able only to parry, with no power to fight back.

Wounds continuously appeared all over his body, only to heal just as quickly.

One moment, Fang Shuwen would tear his arm apart with a "Mountain Splitting" palm, only for the blood within the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s body to pull it back together, the bones re-fusing. But before it could fully heal, Fang Shuwen would slice open his chest with another palm strike.

Despair washed over the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s face. His regeneration was not infinite.

For one, if his Inner Strength ran out, his regenerative abilities would disappear completely.

For another... certain Martial Arts could bypass the healing of flesh and blood. For example, that blade master from Jinghua Pavilion had once ignored Cao Jiuyin’s Flesh Nether Technique and left a lingering, hidden wound on his body.

Yu Yaoguang’s Yuqing Divine Finger could do the very same.

In truth, the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master had been severely injured that night. It was just that his recovery was so powerful, and the unique properties of the Hundred Ghosts Scripture allowed him to temporarily suppress his injuries, which was why he appeared so full of life.

But now, he was truly at his wit’s end.

A sudden ruthlessness flared in his heart. Seeing Fang Shuwen right in front of him, he threw all caution to the wind and suddenly wrapped his arms around the young man in a crushing hug.

Fang Shuwen was about to break free when he heard a constant CRACK CRACK CRACK of bones.

Just moments ago, Fang Shuwen had used a "Mountain Splitting" palm to slice open the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s chest, shattering the bones within—an absolutely horrific injury.

Now, as he healed at a frantic pace, the regrowing bones were actually clamping down on Fang Shuwen, trapping him between them.

Veins bulged on the Hundred Ghosts Hall Master’s forehead as every last bit of power in his body surged out.