10: Chapter 10 Facing the Enemy Head-on

"Die!!!"

Ding Qing's roar was like a sudden clap of thunder, instantly shattering the deadly silence of the mountain forest.

His right fist, charged with all his strength and wrapped in dark greenish-black tendons, carried a tearing shriek through the air as it unceremoniously slammed into Li Feng's outstretched, stiff arm.

Crack—!

A crisp, skull-splitting sound exploded!

It wasn't the sound of bones breaking, but more like two hard wooden sticks soaked in tung oil being smashed to pieces by immense force.

The moment Li Feng's arm connected with Ding Qing's fist, it twisted and deformed at a visible speed.

The radius and ulna of his forearm shattered into several sections from the inside by the savage force, like fragile dry branches.

Broken bone fragments, mixed with dark, viscous, foul-smelling blood, pierced through the suddenly torn flesh.

"Roar—!"

An inhuman roar burst from Li Feng's distorted throat.

It was unclear if it was from anger or some strange pain.

But its pouncing momentum only paused slightly, and its other intact claw, carrying an even fiercer foul wind, plunged straight towards Ding Qing's face.

Its five fingers were like hooks, nails black and sharp, moving so fast they left afterimages in the air.

"Hmph! You're asking for death!"

Ding Qing's eyes were as cold as ice, and fury surged in his chest like molten lava.

The frustration accumulated along the way, the helplessness of witnessing his classmates being devoured, Zhao Qiang's nauseating moral blackmail...

All the suppression transformed into the purest killing intent and desire for destruction at this moment!

Facing the demonic claw that could pierce through steel, he neither dodged nor retreated.

He stomped his left foot forward, and the soft, wet mud of the ground caved in with a thud.

Using the forward momentum, he dropped his shoulder and elbow, his right arm like a giant siege hammer, striking with even more savage and brutal force, arriving before Li Feng's attack. A fierce heart-piercing elbow strike slammed heavily into Li Feng's pouncing chest.

Boom—!!!

A dull impact, like a heavy drum beating, exploded!

Li Feng's stiff body was like being hit head-on by a speeding truck.

His entire chest visibly caved in by a large amount.

The cracking of his sternum formed a continuous burst, dense like popping beans.

Dark blood arrows mixed with fragments of shattered organs sprayed out from its wide-open mouth and caved-in chest, splashing onto the wet ground and Ding Qing's bronze-colored arm.

Li Feng himself was like a broken puppet with severed strings, blasted off his feet by this irresistible immense force, flying backward.

But how could Ding Qing allow it to create distance?

"Hah!"

He let out a sharp cry, his figure darting forward close to the ground like a phantom.

The sixth stage of Iron Cloth Shirt not only brought copper-skin and iron-bone-like defense but also terrifying explosive power from the resonance of muscles and bones, channeling strength throughout the body.

He struck later but arrived first, in the instant before Li Feng's body had completely flown backward, his large, fan-like hands, forged like steel clamps, shot out like lightning.

He precisely grabbed Li Feng's sole remaining, relatively intact arm.

"Get over—here!"

Ding Qing exerted force from his waist and hips, his entire body's muscles bulging and contorting, and dark greenish-black tendons wildly pulsed beneath his bronze skin.

He exhaled and roared, his arms coiling like giant pythons, unleashing a terrifying monstrous strength capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards.

Rip—!!!

A teeth-grinding sound of cloth mixed with muscle being forcibly torn apart rang out!

Li Feng's grabbed arm was actually ripped off his shoulder by Ding Qing in the most primitive and violent way.

The muscles at the severed joint twisted, and dark, foul-smelling blood gushed out like sewage from an opened sluice gate.

"Roar-woo—!"

Li Feng let out an even more shrill and bizarre shriek of agony.

His remaining torso lost balance and slammed heavily onto the muddy ground, splashing large amounts of filthy water.

It struggled to get up, black blood gushing from the torn wound of its severed arm, staining the mud beneath it.

Ding Qing casually tossed the still twitching severed arm aside like trash.

He shook off the black blood clinging to his arm, a cold and ferocious arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the mutilated body writhing on the ground like a maggot, with no trace of pity in his eyes, only a burning, violent rage desperate to be unleashed!

"Is this all you've got? And you dare to chase me relentlessly?!"

He walked step by step towards Li Feng, who lay limp on the ground.

Each step landed with immense force, as if the entire mountain trembled beneath his feet.

Iron Cloth Shirt was operating at its peak!

His entire body's skin displayed a metallic, dull sheen.

His muscles bulged like stacked iron blocks, and his bones collided with faint but clear 'clanging' sounds of metal.

That was the manifestation of his tendons, bones, and skin being tempered to the extreme under powerful external stimulation.

Li Feng seemed to sense the fatal threat, its sole remaining eye fixed on the approaching Ding Qing, its throat emitting a 'hoarse, hoarse' hiss filled with venom.

It suddenly propped itself up with its only remaining left arm, still attempting a final lunge.

Its twisted neck brought its head down, biting at Ding Qing's calf like a venomous snake.

"You're courting death!"

A fierce gleam burst in Ding Qing's eyes!

His right leg, like a fully charged siege axe, suddenly lifted without warning.

His knee bent, and his calf muscles instantly tensed like twisted steel wires.

With the enhancement of Iron Cloth Shirt, this knee strike was so fast it surpassed the limits of visual perception.

With a sharp whooshing sound, like a cannonball leaving the barrel, it slammed down from above onto the side of Li Feng's attempting-to-bite head.

Bang—!!!

Like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer!

Li Feng's twisted head, under Ding Qing's iron knee strike, which concentrated all his power into a single point, exploded like fragile pottery.

Red, white, black...

All sorts of viscous, foul-smelling pulp mixed with shattered skull fragments violently splattered outwards in a radial pattern.

The headless torso twitched violently a few times.

Its sole remaining left arm weakly clawed at the air a few times.

Finally, it completely stiffened and became a mass of rotting flesh emitting a strong stench.

A mist of blood permeated the damp air, and the strong, foul smell was nauseating.

Ding Qing slowly retracted his leg, his knee stained with red and white filth.

He stood in place, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Steam rose from his bronze-colored skin, a sign of surging blood and Qi after an explosive release of power.

The dark greenish-black tendons, brought forth by the Iron Cloth Shirt's operation, slowly receded, but the fierce and violent aura had not completely dissipated.

He looked at the completely lifeless remains on the ground, his eyes cold.

The dense fog in the mountain forest seemed to have been somewhat dispersed by this violent and bloody battle, revealing the hazy sky and the indistinct outlines of distant mountains.

Silence descended once more.

Only the rustling of wind through the leaves remained, and the eerie, intermittent whispers.

Ding Qing took a deep breath, suppressing the surging violence in his heart.

He glanced at Zhao Qiang's already cold corpse, then at Li Feng's completely pulverized remains, his expression unwavering.

"Hoo..."

He let out a long, turbid breath, the white vapor condensing into a brief white plume in the cold air.

Just then, a cold prompt, audible only to him, sounded in his mind:

[Second successful head-on battle, gained stronger points: 1500 points.]

[Current points: 1510 points. Can be used for deduction or martial arts enhancement.]

Twice!

Ding Qing's lips curved into an inscrutable smile.

He no longer lingered.

Turning around.

He strode quickly down the mountain, in the direction Wang Yang and the others had left.

His heavy footsteps left deep imprints on the muddy mountain path.

His silhouette, in the gradually dissipating dense fog, appeared increasingly tall and stern.

In this life, he would be the one to cover the sky with one hand!!!