Chapter 182 - 117: Desperate Mandarin Ducks! Slaughter Heisha Again!_4

Leng Yun moved with incredible speed and agility, appearing almost like a tiny figure compared to Gu Sheng’s towering frame.

His curved blade, glowing eerily, slashed toward Gu Sheng’s waist and abdomen. It was clearly poisoned, and the arc of its trajectory was breathtakingly precise.

Gu Sheng inwardly praised his opponent, yet his hands showed no mercy.

Boom!

Qi Blood Power erupted. His massive fist glimmered with a bloody aura, tearing through the air with a deafening blast. With his current Perfect level of Blood Refining Realm strength, combined with the First-level Strong Body, Gu Sheng’s raw physical power exceeded five thousand pounds, becoming even more fearsome when augmented by Qi Blood Power.

His fist smashed into the curved blade, producing a heavy metallic reverberation.

Leng Yun’s face changed drastically as he felt an overwhelming force surge toward him. His palm split open in an instant, and he couldn’t maintain his grasp on the curved blade, which was driven into the ground. His arm trembled uncontrollably, muscles numb with pain.

Just a single punch was enough to make him fully aware of the vast disparity between himself and Gu Sheng.

As Gu Sheng’s body expanded, his power growth was equally explosive.

Leng Yun immediately retreated.

But how could Gu Sheng allow him to escape? Though his massive frame appeared cumbersome, it moved with astonishing speed under the reinforcement of Flying Thunder Leg.

His whip-like leg, as solid as an iron pillar, lashed out with a whistling sound that made Leng Yun’s scalp tingle.

Leng Yun barely dodged, retreating desperately.

Attempting to use his left hand’s curved blade to sever Gu Sheng’s foot, he saw Gu Sheng’s lower leg flex and shoot forward nimbly. The whip kick transformed into a precise strike; it was smooth and natural. Leng Yun’s curved blade was immediately kicked away, spinning through the air before embedding itself in a nearby tree trunk.

These curved blades were made from extraordinary materials and had been coated in poison, posing some threat to Gu Sheng.

Yet now, without his blades, Leng Yun was like a toothless tiger.

"Butcher..."

He tried to say more, but Gu Sheng had no interest in idle chatter.

His body propelled forward like a cannonball, charging fiercely like thunder, like a raging tiger. His fists, as large as cooking pots, poured down like a storm over Leng Yun. Even without using the First-level giant power of Iron Stone Fist, Gu Sheng’s strength was already terrifying.

A mere Great Success Blood Refining practitioner had little means to resist him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

The sound of flesh and blood colliding rang out continuously, dull and oppressive. Leng Yun’s speed could not match Gu Sheng’s, leaving him unable to counterattack and vulnerable. After just a few punches, he lost all ability to retaliate.

Boom!

Gu Sheng delivered a devastating punch, as if smashing a boulder in mid-air, its power oppressive and awe-inducing. In Leng Yun’s despairing gaze, Gu Sheng’s fist crushed into his chest, unleashing an unstoppable force. His punch pierced through flesh, shattered bones, destroyed organs—nothing could block it.

Gu Sheng’s fist emerged from Leng Yun’s back. Leng Yun’s pupils widened as his limbs spasmed. He tried to struggle, but his strength had already left him.

Gu Sheng expressionlessly withdrew his fist, letting the Qi Blood Power surge and shake the clinging flesh off his arm in an instant. Leng Yun’s last spark of life was extinguished, leaving him to collapse lifelessly to the ground.

From a distance, Helian Tie Lan watched the battle intently.

Her heart was overwhelmed with shock.

She had heard of the Butcher’s strength before, but seeing it firsthand today made her realize the extent of his power. It was far greater than the rumors, for otherwise, a Great Success Blood Refining practitioner like Leng Yun would not have been completely helpless against him.

As she saw Leng Yun’s mangled corpse fall to the ground, Helian Tie Lan’s eyes reddened. Tears rolled down, dripping onto the severed head in her arms.

A mixture of grief and joy surged within her, leaving her emotionally conflicted.

She staggered over and bowed deeply to Gu Sheng in gratitude.

"Helian Tie Lan thanks you, Lord Butcher, for saving me! This life-saving grace will never be forgotten!"

Gu Sheng nodded slowly.

Yet inwardly, he felt a hint of surprise. This Helian Tie Lan was very different from the taciturn blacksmith he remembered. On second thought, it made sense—anyone who had suffered such calamities would inevitably have their personality change.

"It’s nothing. We are acquainted, and the Black Sand Gang is also my enemy."

Helian Tie Lan bowed once more.

"I implore you to allow me to deal with this scoundrel’s corpse."

She pleaded in a low voice.

Seeing Gu Sheng nod in agreement, she picked up a nearby boulder and furiously smashed it against Leng Yun’s head.