novellhall Chapter 597 - 580: Seven Kills (Double-Length - )
Chapter 597 - 580: Seven Kills (Double-Length - )
Venom does not understand the circulation of Power, and blood and energy mean nothing to it.
But it can directly twist the part where force is exerted into a real pretzel; just ask yourself, are you scared or not?
In a certain sense, Venom has truly mastered the Seven Kills Fist to the point of returning to its pure essence.
"Woo—"
With a punch, the air trembles into ripples, crashing towards Lin Yi’s head. Before the fist arrives, the terrifying wind pressure has already pressed Lin Yi’s hair into the scars on his face, stinging the skin painfully.
As the punch is thrown, Venom’s other hand is not idle, picking up the "gibbering" phone from the ground.
Then the arm stretches and thins, extending over ten meters, like presenting a treasure, and hands it to Feng Mu who is watching the fight silently from not far away.
Even during the most primitive slaughter and devouring, Venom never forgets to be filial to its father.
Though it has the appearance of a monster, it harbors a heart of pure filial piety that would shame the majority of mankind!
Feng Mu pinches the edge of the phone with his thumb and forefinger, lifting it to about a centimeter from his ear to avoid the dust falling onto his clean face.
His voice comes through the receiver, gentle in tone, just as clean and friendly as his face:
"Hello, your friend is currently unavailable to answer the phone. If there’s anything you need, you can tell me first."
Feng Mu did not lie; Lin Yi is truly too busy to answer the phone right now.
"Hello, how’s Lin Yi, I warn you..."
The voice from the other end hurriedly arrives with a furious, threatening roar.
Before the roar is even complete, it’s replaced by another neutral voice:
"Are you... Feng Mu?"
Feng Mu searches through his mind for the voice but has no impression of it; it’s a completely unfamiliar voice.
He squints his eyes slightly, noncommittally:
"Your friend seems to be unable to hold on much longer..."
He deliberately pauses, giving the person on the other end enough time to imagine Lin Yi’s dire situation,
"Do you want to come and pick him up? I suggest you hurry, haha—"
A brief silence ensues on the other end, as if time has frozen for a second.
Soon after, the neutral voice speaks again:
"Alright, hold on, we’re on our way."
During the phone conversation, the center of the battlefield has already reached the brink of life and death!
Lin Yi’s arms shake, expanding and contracting, constantly changing angles with his elbows within a square inch.
Each elbow strike accurately intercepts the key nodes of the twisting power transmitted through the pretzel-like arm, either striking, pressing, guiding, or neutralizing!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As dense as rain on banana leaves, spraying fine black droplets.
Finally, Lin Yi’s elbows, like two giant iron clamps, lock onto Venom’s twisted arm with an extremely tricky angle, one above, one below!
Immediately, his entire body’s muscles bulge, bones crackling, uniting with great force like a python constricting its prey, the force so strong it could twist through steel bars.
Venom’s arm is forcibly twisted and shattered, the viscous dark matter forming the arm ruptures like an ink bottle, instantly losing its stable shape.
But instead of turning into black liquid, it splits into seven equally thin arms in an instant.
The seven arms break free from the clamp simultaneously, each arm throwing out different fist forms, yet vaguely carrying a strange rhythm that complements one another.
These are not seven randomly thrown punches; they are the seven punches of the Seven Kills Fist!
The Seven Kills Fist originally intended to have seven styles of fist forms, one punch stacking upon another, ultimately reaching a cumulative release after seven punches.
Venom does not understand the Martial Arts philosophy of "layer upon layer" or "gathering momentum for a strike."
Its thinking is simple and direct, so it simply transforms one punch into seven punches, with seven arms delivering seven styles, merging into one devastating punch.
Seven punches in one, one punch, seven kills!
Feng Mu looks at the scene before him, an unusual glint appearing in his eyes behind the glasses.
"So the Seven Kills Fist can be used this way. Perhaps this was the original martial arts vision of the one who created this technique."
Feng Mu couldn’t help but marvel at how his best son, Venom, is not only filial but has an unconventional understanding and realization of martial arts far beyond his expectations.
A martial arts genius?
No, this is a complete martial arts monster!
A mysterious telepathic communication exists between father and son; Venom receives his father’s appreciation and affirmation with clarity.
This satisfaction is a hundred times stronger than devouring a hundred Lin Yis.
Its two large, pale eyes, growing increasingly eerie, almost bulging from its dark skull, its giant mouth occupying half of its face can’t help but open wide emitting a series of "chi chi" laughter:
"Chi chi chi chi chi chi chi!!"
The laughter echoes under the night sky, filled with a longing for consumption and admiration for its father.
Venom’s understanding of "kill" is far less than its understanding of "eat."
After all, it was birthed from a Feast, and its very purpose for living is to eat!
To kill is to eat, to eat is to kill!
Seven Kills Fist equals Seven Eats Fist!
As Venom frantically swings its punches, a peculiar revelation dawns in its mind.
It feels it has a unique understanding of "eating," and how to integrate "eating" into Martial Arts, understanding unimaginable to ordinary people.
Venom’s current state closely resembles the dream state countless Martial Artists yearn for, achieving a breakthrough in battle, a sudden enlightenment in martial arts, an elevation of realm.
This state is profound and mysterious; it’s said that post-enlightenment, a Martial Artist will gain an unimaginable fundamental understanding of the martial art they’ve enlightened in, aligning their spirit and will perfectly with the martial art, indistinguishable from one another.