Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 819 - 181: Seven Consecutive Strikes

Medusa’s Blade Saint, Yongbei Li’s hand-blade was thrown into disarray, its scales scattered across the ground like rice paddies under autumn rain, twisted and collapsed. The steel wrist guard was torn revealing a significant patch of white missing, though some of the scale-blade was still intact.

All the Mammoth strongmen were covered in long hair. Although they had shaved half a year ago, their hair grew back lush and rapidly. Fat Luo not only had a braided beard, but also thick dreadlocks that reached down to his buttocks. No one had expected that he could use his beard as a weapon for counterattacks. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Night Fight Eight Directions, Hidden Blade Style!" Fat Luo’s laughter trembled across the wilderness, tone filled with indescribable pleasure, "Indeed, a good blade technique! A good bladesman!"

"To find an Orephin among the descendants of the Green Faction, I am even more surprised." Medusa Blade Saint Yongbei Li smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth, "But you were still a little less skilled than me."

Fat Luo’s laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by anger.

"I have already grasped your techniques, and I suppose you’ve run out of moves now?" Medusa Blade Saint Yongbei Li sneered, unfastening the belt at her waist, stretching both hands flat, and flicking it towards Fat Luo.

The belt was actually comprised of two flat-shaped living snakes!

Both snakes, flat as blade edges, had desiccated, triangular heads. Their eyes, which suddenly opened, were a sinister red, shining dazzlingly. Their long tongues flicked in and out of their fang-filled maws, their bodies covered in razor-sharp scales that emitted a chill sharper than steel and more desolate than any weapon, twisting slowly with a suffocatingly dangerous aura.

"Snake Gu!" Bog Camp, the White Tiger priest, watching from the side, fixated his eyes on Medusa Blade Saint Yongbei Li, his gaze filled with undeniable desire, attraction, and an eager wish to possess.

"Snake Gu" was a unique secret technique of the Medusa witch doctors, with an extremely low success rate but tremendous effects.

The creation of a "Snake Gu" required a witch doctor to place thousands of newborn snakes in a jar mixed with medicinal herbs, and bury it underground for three years. The drugs induced aggressiveness in the snakes while they cannibalized each other in the absence of food. When the jar was opened, the last surviving snake became the "Snake Gu", having absorbed the earth’s energy and the blood of its kind, possessed unmatched ferocity and formidable combat power. The Medusa witch doctors would then feed it with a secret medicinal concoction for five years, after which the mature "Snake Gu" had a body soft as boneless yet harder than diamond, toxic throughout.

Among all witch doctors of Beamon, only the Medusa witch doctors possessed such formidable skills.

The two "Snake Gus" in the hands of Medusa Blade Saint Yongbei Li were clearly living blades, not only flexible in movement but their sides were sharp as blades and could bite with venomous fangs, fearless of weapon clashes—truly the ultimate secret technique of this Blade Saint.

Yongbei Li used his tail to wrap around two battle swords embedded in the ground; the two "Snake Gus" immediately coiled around the sharp blades. The rough scales rubbed against the blades producing a piercing strange noise, and when added with the fluttering whistling sound of the "Snake Gu’s" flickering tongue, it caused Earl Garnett, who was watching from the side, to shiver intensely in his calves and teeth.

Yi Zhe’s eyes stared at the two "Snake Gus", unconsciously licking his lips.

"Do you wish to continue? Now with Yongbei Li’s two "Snake Gu knives" plus two battle swords, that makes four blades, while the Mammoth Knife wielder only has three." Lord Mourinho looked straight ahead, asking the Feilengcui Lord, "Futile fighting isn’t necessary. In fact, Yongbei Li already won the moment he released the Snake Gu during close combat, your warrior has already lost."

"That counts as winning? Heh, he didn’t even get close to Fat Luo’s inner circle just now. Isn’t he too overconfident? Moreover, he’s not a priest, can he just release the ’Snake Gu’ whenever he pleases just by thinking about it?" Liu Zhenhan still had his arms crossed, the disdain on his face now even stronger, "Wouldn’t he be invincible then?"

Mammoth Knife Saint Rodman truly lived up to his boss’s trust and also began to display his ultimate techniques. He reversed and planted two long swords into the ground, drew a dark iron short knife from his side with his backhand, swung his long braid, pinched the hair tie at the end, and mounted it onto the pommel with the threads of the tie, hanging a meter-long short knife bizarrely yet fiercely behind his buttocks.

After he was ready, Fat Luo did not continue choosing dual blades but instead drew a battle sword with his right hand from his waist, laying the blade flat against his forearm, aligning the edge and his gaze into a straight line, targeting Medusa Blade Saint, with no intention of picking up the two swords on the ground.

Nose blade, braid knife, and the sword in his hand. Fat Luo still lived up to his name "Three Blades," but what others didn’t understand was that though he was a dual-wielding warrior, he had now deliberately left one hand empty along with the last long sword at his waist.

"Why not draw that sword? If you think your three blades can break my four, I will make you remember forever the great cost of underestimating your opponent!" Medusa Blade Saint roared, her eyes suddenly flickering with savagery and violence, gripping her swords and thrusting her tail forward, suddenly lunging forward.

Facing the opponent whose blades flicked with "Snake Gu knives," Rodman flicked the long sword in his right hand off the ground, turning the planted battle sword into a tangled silver "sword paddle," hurtling it towards Medusa Blade Saint.