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Chapter 364 - 216 Black Tiger_2

Chapter 364: 216 Black Tiger_2

Fang Zhixing’s gaze flickered, and for a moment, he could not discern the intricacies of the situation.

Before he could give an order, Xigou suddenly leapt up and lunged at one of the red-faced youths.

"Borrowing power!"

The red-faced youth was somewhat nervous, and upon seeing Xigou pounce, he let out a terrified roar.

In an instant, he felt a horrifying force being transferred to him.

"So strong, I am!"

A gleam of admiration flashed in the red-faced youth’s eyes, his muscles suddenly bulged, and he threw a punch.

"Awoo~"

Xigou was suddenly repelled back, crashing with a thud at Fang Zhixing’s feet.

Fang Zhixing glanced at Xigou and found that his nose was bleeding, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.

"Be careful, Fang Zhixing, this formation has some tricks to it."

Xigou got up, his nosebleed dripping profusely onto the ground, the pain unbearable.

Fang Zhixing asked, "How much fist power did you endure?"

Xigou replied, "It’s very strong, at least reaching the Five Beasts Realm. If I hadn’t dodged quickly, my nose would have definitely been ruined by that punch."

Fang Zhixing contemplated, then suddenly noticed a small stone at his feet. He kicked it away forcefully.

The small stone shot out like a bullet, wrapped in astonishing speed and force.

"Defense!"

The disciples of the Black Tiger Sect roared in unison.

The small stone streaked towards someone, still targeting the red-faced youth.

"You motherf..."

The red-faced youth tensed up, his expression nervous yet excited, his muscles writhing intensely, his body swelling abruptly.

His skin grew black tiger fur at a speed visible to the naked eye, his face slightly contorted, and a faint ’king’ character emerged on his forehead.

The stone struck him in the chest, instantly shattering, with bits of rock flying everywhere.

The red-faced youth merely shook and then steadied himself.

Upon seeing this, Fang Zhixing couldn’t help but exclaim, "Impressive!"

Xigou, confused, asked, "What’s happening?"

Fang Zhixing explained carefully, "This formation is similar to some joint attack technique, twining everyone’s strength into one single rope!"

Xigou blinked, gasping, "Are you saying their strength can be superimposed together, accumulating into an overwhelming mighty force?"

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "I think, the premise for this formation to work is that they all belong to the Black Tiger Sect, cultivating the same martial arts, with power attributes closely aligned, allowing them to merge into one."

Xigou came to a realization and exclaimed, "Holy shit, when many hands gather wood, the flames rise high; with so many of them combining their strength, how formidable must it be?"

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath and said, "Their power is transferred among themselves, and they are linked end to end, like a snake biting its own tail. According to this pattern, no matter where we attack, it’s all the same."

Xigou nodded and said, "When I attacked that red face earlier, others transferred all their power to him, and he suddenly became incredibly powerful."

Fang Zhixing hummed thoughtfully, "We must break this formation quickly. They haven’t started to attack yet. Once they initiate their attack, our situation will be difficult."

Xigou asked, "How do we break it?"

Without a second word, Fang Zhixing suddenly grabbed Xigou by the scruff of his neck and flung him up into the sky.

"Damn it!" Xigou felt like weeping but had no tears.

The disciples of the Black Tiger Sect involuntarily looked up, seeing Xigou flying into the air, trying to escape the encirclement.

Suddenly, someone on the outer edge leapt up high, his fingers turned to claws, and swept down ferociously.

"Black Tiger Claw!"

Immediately, ripples vibrated in the air, revealing five visible claw marks, sweeping towards Xigou with great momentum.

"Damn!"

Xigou, shocked in his heart and dangling in mid-air, also desperately swung his front paws.

"Wolf Shadow Gale Claw!"

Numerous claw shadows burst forth, colliding head-on with the Black Tiger Claw marks.

Bang!

Wolf Shadow Gale Claw couldn’t withstand a single blow and collapsed upon impact. The unstoppable Black Tiger Claw marks swept over Xigou’s body.

Splurt~

Xigou was sent flying backward, his body torn into three segments, blood scattering across the sky.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhixing, after throwing Xigou, did not even glance at the outcome, and charged straight towards one of them—the red-faced youth.

"Why is it always me!"

The red-faced youth felt depressed, sensing that his luck was particularly bad today.

"Quick, lend me all your strength!"

The red-faced youth panicked, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Fang Zhixing arrived in a flash, his body suddenly swelling into a three-meter-tall little giant, his fist the size of a sandbag pounding down.

The red-faced youth also threw a punch quickly, his fist coming out like a dragon to meet the attack.

The two fists collided with each other, a head-on clash!

There were over two hundred people in the Black Tiger Sect, and if each person had ten thousand catties of strength, the total combined strength would be quite formidable once condensed together.

Of course, that’s not how the math works.

This Joint Attack Formation, although very peculiar, couldn’t possibly extract everyone’s full strength, at most only a small portion of it.

The actual effect was like gathering sand into a sea, accumulating the small to make a lot!

If over two hundred people could each contribute a thousand catties of strength, that would be quite significant.

Of course, dreams can be full, while reality is often gaunt.

On one hand, the cultivation of these two hundred people was uneven; some were in the Great Python Realm, and others were only in the Power Transmission Realm.

On the other hand, there is a limit to the number of people a formation can accommodate. If there are too many people, the power transmission from one to another will encounter many problems, leading to inefficiency.

Often, the efficiency of power conversion is not as pleasing as one would hope.

Boom~

The red-faced youth was splashed with blood on his face, and then a sharp pain engulfed him.

Fang Zhixing, who unleashed the "Blood Net" Burst Skill, had a Fist Force of over two hundred thousand catties, unimaginably formidable!

And the strength gathered in the red-faced youth didn’t even come close to this peak of two hundred thousand catties!

As a result, the red-faced youth was unlucky; his fist was directly blown apart.

Fang Zhixing sneered menacingly, landing another punch on the red-faced youth’s stomach.

The red-faced youth instantly bent over like a shrimp, his body flying backward and knocking down several rows of people behind him.

The formation was instantly disordered, disintegrated!

This was the weakness of the Joint Attack Formation—once one point was breached, if it couldn’t be reinforced in time, it would rapidly collapse.

Not to mention, Fang Zhixing’s punch had broken through more than one point.

"Insignificant tricks, hardly worth mentioning!"

Fang Zhixing, holding the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber, chopped and cut forward.

In an instant, dense saber shadows poured out like a torrential storm.

Pu pu pu!

Limbs severed, flesh scattered!

The people of the Black Tiger Sect were all made of flesh and blood, completely unable to withstand the sharpness of the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber; they immediately faced a one-sided defeat.

"Vice Sect Leader, save us!"

Someone cried out in terror, letting out a shrill scream just before their body was cut in half at the waist.

"Damn it!"

Feng Xinglu was stunned, unable to anticipate that Fang Zhixing could break the Joint Attack Formation so quickly.

The strength gathered by the Joint Attack Formation far exceeded the Perfection of the Five Beasts Realm, surpassing one hundred and fifty thousand catties.

Under normal circumstances, this formation could suppress an expert at the early stage of the Demon Transformation First Stage.

"Could it be that Fang Maofu didn’t lie, and Gu Jingzhang really was killed by him?"

At that moment, Feng Xinglu couldn’t help but take a deep breath and clicked his tongue, "This Fang Maofu, perhaps we’ve all underestimated him."

Gao Liansheng said in a deep voice, "We can’t let him slaughter our sect members; I’ll go first."

Meng Daoyan followed up immediately, "If Fang Maofu truly has the ability to kill Gu Jingzhang, then we must not underestimate his strength. I’ll go with you."

Gao Liansheng didn’t stand on ceremony, nodded, and rushed forward swiftly.

Meng Daoyan immediately followed suit.

Fang Zhixing glanced at them, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting, but he ignored them and continued to weave through the crowds, frantically reaping the lives of the Black Tiger Sect members.

Kill!

Kill!

Blood sprayed, covering the ground, gurgling and gradually converging into streams.