From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 737 Devil Island Blood Mist

"Finally showed up again!"

"Do you know that I think of you every moment?"

Bang!
After answering the call, he crushed the phone to pieces. A muscular man with flying red hair, bulging muscles, and a proud face stood on the street, roaring excitedly.

"This time. This time it's my turn to conquer you! Bastard"

"Pleasure me!"

"Then I stripped you naked and hung you up in the square for a live broadcast around the world! Hahahaha"

After ten years of hard training, his skills have reached the level of Tao, and his art has reached the level of God!
Yujiro felt that with his current "skills", he would not be able to defeat Leng Kong even in person.

"Devil's Island, here I come!"

Shaking off the remains of the phone in his hand, Yujiro glanced across the street, his eyes locked on a top-of-the-line sports car.

Bang!
Without any nonsense, his hand went straight through the car window and forcibly pulled the driver out, then drove the sports car at high speed towards the coastal port.

"My cell phone."

“My sports car.”

Looking at the car's taillights disappearing at a very fast speed, the two unfortunate innocent victims were in tears.

“There are still stone statues?
“So conceited!”

By the time Yujiro arrived at Devil's Island by boat, dozens of world-renowned martial artists had already gathered on the cliff and rocky beach, while Ooi Jun and his disciples (prison guards) who were originally practicing there were pushed to the back.

Da da
At the same time, planes continued to land from the sky. It seemed that Tokugawa Mitsunari had notified more than just himself.

"A mere scumbag dares to get involved in Tianmen?

"Do you think too highly of yourselves?"

As soon as Yujiro appeared, the taunts were at their maximum.

quiet!
But faced with the domineering and ferocious creature, none of the martial artists present dared to refute.

After all, no one wants to be beaten in public.

Because since Yujiro's naked exposure was broadcast globally by Lengkong, his temper has become even more violent.

In the first three months after Leng Kong ascended to heaven, Yongjiro had no place to vent his anger and went crazy looking for people to fight with.

Who among the martial artists present had not been beaten by him three or four times?
Later, when he couldn't find anyone, he shamelessly lied to his son Baki and had a father-son battle.

After the war,

Baki's face was hammered flat, his head was deformed, his whole body was broken, and several kilograms of blood were lost. As a result, Yujiro, whose skin was only broken, insisted that he lost.

After completely venting his anger, he threw the title of the world's strongest creature to Baki, and retired from the world to practice hard, vowing to open the Heavenly Gate and surpass Lenkong.

This brought peace to the martial arts world for a few years.

"Don't say that, Yujiro."

Guo Haihuang, who had made a hundred-year agreement with Yujiro, advised: "More people means more ideas. Let everyone try. What if someone can trigger the Heaven's Gate?"

"Tsk, are they okay?"

Yujiro said disdainfully and slowly walked to Guo Haihuang's side.

If there was anyone present who caught his eye, it was only this old immortal whose skills were almost demonic.

“There’s nothing to lose by trying.”

Guo Haihuang pushed up his sunglasses and said shrewdly, "Maybe it can inspire us."

"also."

Thinking that he had not been able to open the Heavenly Gate no matter how hard he had sensed in the past ten years, Yujiro said with disdain but his body stood still honestly.

"No one else is going up, so I'll go first!"

Seeing that everyone was watching quietly, the tall and strong Jack Fanma jumped out of the crowd with his titanium steel teeth bared and walked towards the cliff first.

Zheng!
When he approached the cliff within a hundred meters, the power of faith attached to the stone statue was triggered. The statue's eyes suddenly emitted a captivating red light, and scarlet blood mist instantly enveloped the entire cliff.

The power of faith: domineering sea of ​​blood!
The domineering sea of ​​blood is the embodiment of Leng Kong's will, and the power of faith is the strong emotional expression of the world towards Leng Kong.

Both are extensions of Leng Kong's spiritual power, so the power of faith attached to the stone statue can replicate Leng Kong's domineering sea of ​​blood.

Snapped!
Although it was just a replica of the power of faith and the pressure was not one hundred percent of Leng Kong's real body, Jack Fanma was caught off guard and knocked down by the pressure of the sea of ​​blood in an instant, and the titanium steel teeth collided with the reefs, producing hot sparks.

“Is this ‘momentum’?”

"Mental pressure?"

Miyamoto Musashi was proficient in the mind-slashing attack, and recognized the essence of the blood mist at a glance. "You were actually suppressed by the momentum?"

"The purity is too low!"

"You haven't made any progress in all these years?"

Seeing this scene, Yujiro looked disappointed.

This world really can’t stay here any longer!

His father, Yuichiro Fanma, was a strong man, 2 meters tall, and he himself was nearly 5 meters tall, but his height was still declining in his son's generation.

As the strongest clan on earth, the new generation of Hanma Baki is only 1 meters tall.

Jack Fanma's condition was even more stunted and he had to rely entirely on drugs for catalysis.

The purity decreases with each generation, and by the next generation, it may become a little bean less than 1 meters tall.

By then, can the Fanma clan still be called the strongest fighting bloodline?

"No!"

"How despicable! I don't recognize such offspring!"

The terrifying aura that he had cultivated for ten years was fully released, Yujiro's red hair flew wildly, and a powerful circle of energy exploded from his body.

"I won't be crushed, no!"

Hearing Yujiro's roar, Jack Fanma slowly propped himself up under the overwhelming pressure of the sea of ​​blood and struggled forward.

Kaka!

Even if his muscles collapsed and his bones burst, it could not stop his will to move forward.

In the world of Baki, you can underestimate the strength of martial artists, but you must never underestimate their fighting spirit.

Because martial artists, like fighters, are monsters whose will transcends their physical bodies.

click!
Click
Jack Fanma's steps made a cracking sound and a bloody mark. He gritted his titanium steel teeth and tried his best to move forward.

"Isn't this too difficult?"

"Even a monster like Jack Fanma is struggling, can we really open the gate of heaven?"

Seeing Jack Fanma's broken bones piercing his flesh and blood exposed, but still shaking and crawling, Yudi Keshi's face turned gloomy.

"Why are you afraid?"

Baki's eyes sparkled and he was eager to try.

"how is this possible?"

"It's fine if I couldn't sense it before, but now the opportunity is right in front of me. As long as I break through, I may be able to fly to the Heavenly Gate."

Yudi Kemi shouted passionately: "Who would be afraid?"

"That's right!"

Kaoru Hanayama agreed: "It's just like playing a game. If you can't see the health bar, you might feel hopeless, but once the health bar appears, you have to grind through it."

"Just momentum can't stop me!"

The more serious his injuries were, the stronger his fighting spirit became. Jack Fanma's bones were exposed and blood covered his entire body, but his crawling speed was actually increasing.

"Show yourself to me, Tianmen!"

With a roar, Jack Fanma rushed forward to the 50-meter position, leaving a trail of blood behind him that was blindingly red.

Bang!

But the next moment, his body was smashed heavily to the ground, a circle of blood mist exploded on his surface, and he was completely crushed.

"I'll go get him out. If we send him to the hospital now, he might still be saved."

Seeing this scene, Baki pointed his toes and shot his body towards the blood zone.

"The pressure is really strong!"

Unlike Jack Fanma who was the first to enter and was not mentally prepared, Baki's speed slowed down greatly after entering the blood mist area, but his steps did not change.

Bearing the pressure, he rushed to Jack and was ready to drag him out.

"Don't worry about it, just keep going, I'll leave him to me!"

Motobu Izang took out a rope and swung it with a whip, accurately putting it around Jack Fanma's ankle, and then slowly dragged him out.

"Okay, let me conquer this blood mist!"

Baki's fighting spirit burst out and he charged forward with all his might.