I Can Devour Spirits

Fan Hanzhou’s eyes were fixated on Ame’s fists. He hadn’t looked closely before, but now he could see that Ame’s fists were faintly glistening with a bronze-metallic sheen.

The Stinging Dragon Technique he cultivated was also a kind of Horizontal Training Martial Arts. He knew very well what that meant.

Now, any previous underestimation of Ame vanished completely, leaving only the fear visible in his eyes.

In a swift thought, Fan Hanzhou’s fists and chest sprouted dense threads of blood, which began writhing and intertwining. In less than a second, Fan Hanzhou’s fists were restored to their original state.

Ame looked at the writhing blood on Fan Hanzhou’s fists, her gaze grew even more intense.

”A Filthy Blood fiend?”

Ame felt that the person before her was truly troublesome.

Fan Hanzhou’s realm in Horizontal Training Martial Arts was naturally no match for Ame, but it wasn’t weak either, especially when combined with his Filthy Blood Divine Skill for healing.

He could just drag things out with Ame, to see who would outlast the other until one gave out and broke their skill.

Ame was a bit anxious in her heart. If it dragged on like this, how could she go search for Lv Qingzhu?

Since childhood, Ame had been instilled with the belief that Lv Qingzhu’s safety was more important than her own life.

Fan Hanzhou looked at Ame, feeling bitter inside. How could such a remote and secluded place have a martial artist of such a realm?

If not for the next layer of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, he would have fled underground already!

Ame suddenly had a spark of inspiration, her gaze fixated on Fan Hanzhou’s head.

The matters of the Taiyi Sect and the Filthy Blood Divine Skill were often topics of conversation between her and the lady. She remembered a point: the blood threads of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill could not invade a person’s brain.

Even a severed limb could instantly regenerate if one’s power was strong enough, but if the head was severed, they would still die!

”The head!?”

Ame focused intently, staring at Fan Hanzhou’s broad face and large head.

Ame leaped forward, closing the distance, and punched towards Fan Hanzhou.

At this point, Fan Hanzhou dared not take the hit directly. He immediately sidestepped to evade. He had already devised his strategy: he just needed to stall Ame until Blood Monk Wu Xiang and Ge Qingchuan finished their opponents and came to assist him in encircling Ame. He alone would never be able to kill Ame.

He was almost certain that the person before him was definitely the strongest opponent in the entire field!

But Fan Hanzhou still underestimated Ame. Not only was his strength inferior to Ame’s, but his speed and movement were also lacking.

Just as he turned sideways, Ame’s fists moved like shadows, smashing towards his waist.

Fan Hanzhou was left with no choice but to use offense as a defense, punching towards Ame’s chest. Ame drew back a punch to defend, and their fists collided in an instant.

The sound of metal clashing rang out densely!

Sweat beaded on Fan Hanzhou’s forehead, and his large fists revealed bare bones after just a few moments.

Ame threw Fan Hanzhou into disarray, then suddenly surged forward, arrived behind Fan Hanzhou. Her gaze was murderous, and in a flash, lifted her foot and kicked Fan Hanzhou in the rear.

Breathing erratically under Ame’s assault, Fan Hanzhou suddenly felt a kick to his backside, and his mountainous frame flew sideways.

In mid-air, Fan Hanzhou lost his balance. Ame slapped his shoulder, causing his head and shoulder to tilt slightly downwards, and then suddenly punched the top of his head!

Fan Hanzhou was knocked backward, and Ame swiftly flashed to him again, pressing down on his shoulder, following up with another punch on the crown of his head.

The most terrifying thing about Ame was not just her Horizontal Training, nor her strength and speed, but her precise control over her power and the human body.

At this moment, Fan Hanzhou’s mountainous body was being controlled mid-air by her, as she smashed punches relentlessly towards his head.

On Ame’s second punch, Fan Hanzhou’s vision went black. Such heavy blows landing on the crown of his head generated a force he couldn’t withstand.

In mid-air, with both hands holding his head, Fan Hanzhou endured as Ame continued to punch the crown, each concussion battering his brain.

Trying to alter his posture, he found it futile as Ame would slap his shoulder, causing his skeleton to jolt back into the original position.

After ten consecutive punches, Fan Hanzhou’s scalp was a bloody mess, the repeated concussions blurred his consciousness, causing him to lose control over his bodily functions.

Despite his Stinging Dragon Technique-fortified skull being a lattice of white bones and coated with blood, it withstood Ame’s ten punches without breaking.

The skull was evidently harder than fists. After ten punches, blood lines had appeared on Ame’s right fist.

A breath later, Fan Hanzhou fell to the ground, hands holding his head, and rolled aside.

His mind was cloudy, but survival instinct was primal. Once he hit the ground, he attempted to use the Stinging Dragon Technique to burrow underground.

Now, fear of Ame overwhelmed him like a phantom. He had not a shred of fighting spirit left.

But just as he began to burrow, Ame leaped onto him, her large feet stabbing into the earth like knives, down to mid-calf. Bending over, she grasped onto Fan Hanzhou buried beneath the ground.

Ame’s large hands, like iron pincers seizing a gourd, clamped onto Fan Hanzhou’s skull, pulling him out from the earth.

Ame’s fierce nature took over, raining blows upon blows onto Fan Hanzhou’s crown.

Covered in splattering blood, Ame’s muscles trembled, her visage savage as a demon.

The cracks on Fan Hanzhou’s skull spread like a spiderweb, white brain matter faintly seeping out.

His brain had been pounded to a pulp by Ame’s concussive force, as dead as he could be...