20: Neither male nor female

This punch, though its trajectory was clearly visible, was surprisingly fast.

However, visually, it gave people a feeling like slow motion, as if the entire scene was frozen, and the fist was advancing inch by inch.

Yet, this punch, in a way visible to the naked eye, fiercely struck the wolf-tooth club, shattering what was known as a divine Magic Treasure into smithereens; before the bald strong man's expression of shock could even show, the punch had already slammed into his chest.

"What was that?"

Nezha suddenly saw that wherever the fist passed, there were specks of light, seemingly shining with a certain brilliance, but this brilliance was a strange color, black mixed with starlight.

"Space crack!" Yang Jian's expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "This punch... has the power to tear space!"

"Are... are you kidding me? Although our Holy Monk is indeed more powerful than before, he's not that powerful, is he?" Nezha said in horror, "This is already a technique involving the Power of Law!"

The bald strong man stopped moving, Tang Ku also didn't move, but the woman behind the bald strong man widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

"What... what kind of punch is this?"

The bald strong man looked at the fist on his chest and suddenly showed a bewildered expression.

"Amitabha, good, good. Since you asked sincerely, Poor Monk will mercifully tell you. It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a giant, born from Chaos... Hey, hey, hey, weren't you going to listen? Why are you dying already? Can't you even hold your breath?"

Tang Ku saw the veins on this guy's forehead bulge, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and then he suddenly exploded into a shower of blood, not even a single stubble of hair was left.

Adding the Iron Fist Points obtained from dealing with the minions earlier, a total of three Iron Fist Points were immediately credited!

Tang Ku let out a long breath. Only then did the fine, hair-like space cracks behind him finally disappear. He looked at the woman and chuckled, "I should have won, right...?"

The woman said nothing, then suddenly and extremely swiftly drew her Qiankun Bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it at Tang Ku.

"I knew you wouldn't keep your word..."

Whoosh!

A crimson arrow suddenly shot towards Tang Ku's head.

It should be known that this arrow had power no less than a small surface-to-air missile. Mount Tai, which had a layer leveled off just now, was an example. How could Tang Ku possibly take such a powerful Magic Treasure head-on?

Immediately, he sacrificed himself and flew up, activating the Immortal God version of the Lingbo Weibu movement technique, dodging with the fastest speed. Unexpectedly, Nezha shouted from the side, "Holy Monk, be careful, this arrow can track enemies!"

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier...?" Tang Ku suddenly flipped over, dodging the arrow's attack, but unexpectedly, the arrow turned around from the opposite direction and charged at him again.

"It really is a missile, and a guided missile at that..."

Tang Ku squinted slightly and said, "Heh heh, if that's the case, then I won't be polite..."

Like the ordinary version of Lingbo Weibu, this movement technique was also created based on trigram orientations, so it was more than sufficient for dodging attacks. Tang Ku also discovered that although this arrow was very fast and could track, its turning method was very awkward. It had to stop in place to turn its head and re-aim, which created a certain time difference, giving Tang Ku room to dodge.

Swish!

The speed of the Somersault Cloud, although still not comparable to Sun Wukong's, in that instant, it crossed a distance of several hundred to a thousand meters, reaching behind the woman... Yes, behind her. As soon as she shot that arrow, she turned and fled, with no intention of stopping.

This woman was not foolish. Let alone facing three opponents, even if it were only one of them, she was absolutely no match. So she simply let the Zhentian Arrow deal with Tang Ku while she made her escape first.

Who knew that not long after she flew out, she felt a gust of wind coming from behind her, almost directly aiming at her back. She suddenly turned around, only to see the Monk's figure flash and disappear, and closely following him was the Zhentian Arrow, sticking to him like a maggot on a bone.

The Zhentian Arrow needed to stop in place to turn. In other words, it couldn't change direction while in motion, especially at such high speeds.

The woman gritted her teeth, and a faint glow suddenly emanated from the Qiankun Bow in her hand, followed by another light arrow shooting out. This Zhentian Arrow was extremely precious, and each one used meant one less, so she tried not to use it if possible. Although this light arrow was not powerful, it at least made intimate contact with the Zhentian Arrow, forcefully deflecting its direction.

However, that was all it did. A shadow suddenly flashed past her, appearing in front of her. Without any pity, he grabbed her hair and delivered a knee strike to her nose bridge.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the woman felt an intense pain assaulting her brain, as if her skull was about to split open. Nasal blood and blood from her mouth mixed together and splattered, along with a few teeth, falling freely with the blood towards the ground.

However, that wasn't the end of it. The woman felt a pulling force on her hand, as if someone was trying to snatch the Qiankun Bow from her. Full of unwillingness, she gripped it tightly, but unexpectedly, her wrist seemed to be clamped by an iron band, and then a huge force suddenly twisted her wrist completely like wringing a towel, and the Qiankun Bow instantly changed hands, falling into the opponent's grasp!

"Heh heh, you're quite tough, enduring such injuries without a single sound!" Tang Ku sneered, turned around, and threw the Qiankun Bow, saying, "Catch, your family's Magic Treasure!"

Slap!

Nezha grabbed the Qiankun Bow in his hand and said with great joy, "Thank you, Holy Monk!"

What Nezha lacked most right now was a weapon. Although he wasn't accustomed to bow and arrow types, it was better than nothing.

Holding the woman with one hand, Tang Ku sneered slightly, "Don't play dead. Weren't you quite lively just now? Come on, it's time for you to fulfill your wager!"

Linglong Zi barely managed to lift her head. At this moment, her face was covered in blood, and she appeared to be in a very miserable state, but her actual injuries were not severe. The reason she was unable to struggle was actually due to damage to her soul!

"Mo... Monk! You... you won't... won't die a good death!"

Linglong Zi said bitterly.

"Bang!"

Another punch fiercely struck the woman's face, and her right eye instantly turned black and blue.

"Sorry, Poor Monk is a bit hard of hearing. What did you just say?" Tang Ku squinted, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Holy Monk, isn't this... a bit too much?" Yang Jian couldn't bear to watch and advised, "This is a woman after all. Aren't you being a bit too heavy-handed?"

Tang Ku chuckled, "Woman? True Lord, take a closer look. Besides her appearance, how else is this fellow like a woman?"

Yang Jian hadn't spoken yet when Nezha suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Not a woman? Could it be? Is it a transvestite?"