Niu Anxin was not very satisfied that Dao Chengyi did not participate, especially since the other party had sent in a mentally challenged person.

Winning is meaningless, losing is even more shameful! And if she really lost, Niu Anxin looked at Niu Lidou, who was going to take the stage, with a somewhat unhappy expression.

Niu Lidou, who was about to take the stage, was in a terrible predicament. Why make things so difficult for someone from the same village? But since that was the case, he couldn't hold back anymore.

Looking at the dog in front of him, whose body was tall, whose skin had shrunk and was taut, and whose body was purplish-black, Niu Lidou recalled his father's letter. He had used the flesh seed of the flesh demon in the village, and its strength was extraordinary.

While cursing Cheng Yi for repaying kindness with enmity, using the village's resources to turn against him, he carefully assumed a fighting stance. He was now close to the second stage of cultivation, and his physical meridians had grown more than halfway. As long as he was careful, he should be able to...

"Hungry!"

Whether it was a misperception or not, all I heard was a long howl, and then the dog charged towards Niu Lidou, swinging its fists and smashing them down like a hammer.

After taking the punch, Niu Lidou discovered that this simple-minded guy was surprisingly strong. Despite his size, the power of the Fushan Fist, which was used by guys of the same size, was not as great as it was now.

The cow in their village only has a few characteristics: high temperature and strength, melting and hardening the skin, and absorbing blood and qi. Could it be that the original source really has such a strong strengthening effect?

After taking the punch, Niu Lidou then chose to use the Flood-Dispelling Fist style of Jinghong Martial Arts School to resist the immense force, and then looked for an opening in Niu Lidou's attack to counterattack.

But what was even more surprising was that the punches, one after another, seemed to come down like a storm, not only didn't stop but became even more rapid.

Niu Lidou's attacks were like a flood hitting a solid rock. Attacks that could easily break bones and rupture organs had no effect on his opponent, but instead made his fists feel uncomfortable.

Is this person a monster? Doesn't it hurt when I punch him?

Does he not need to breathe? Why does his fist keep falling without taking a break?

Doesn't the flesh-type have the side effect of a stiff body? Why are the other person's movements so flexible and normal?

There were too many problems that Niu Lidou had never known in the village before. He had practiced with Niu Shou and knew the characteristics and weaknesses that this type of meat breed might exhibit.

But none of this worked on this former fool. A body that felt no pain, a strength and endurance that needed no rest, and an enhanced output of power under high-temperature boiling—a monster!

Despite being kicked in three places, having painful pressure points stabbed, and having her meridians seized, her opponent did not react. Her legs were like the roots of an old tree, and no matter how much she was pried, tripped, or kicked, they did not budge.

The temperature was rising, and sweat began to drip down in large beads. At this moment, his performance on the field was definitely disappointing. Although fighting is just the result of a martial arts battle, the visual effects required for the competition should not be too bad.

After what felt like the umpteenth punch, Niu Lidou began to feel his nerves getting tired. The hot fist grazed his earlobe, and for a moment it felt like it was burning.

Just when Niu Lidou thought he would be worn down by this monster, a crisp sound of breaking bones caught his attention. The monster's hand had finally broken.

"Hurry up and get him! You're not some ferocious, face-scratching monkey, are you?!"

Niu Anxin, who had watched Niu Lidou dodge like a monkey the whole way, couldn't help but start cursing when the opportunity came.

Seeing this, Dao Cheng waved his fan without saying a word and looked into the inner ancestral hall. He saw that the old village chief had not come out yet, but the landlord's servants were waiting anxiously over there.

But it's not the right time to wipe out that old man's lineage. With a flick of his fan, Liao Tianming, who had been silently watching from the next room, glanced in that direction.

Following Niu Anxin's words, some busybodies in the crowd echoed her sentiments. They had originally had their own agendas, but after the arrival of the three major families, they began to categorize themselves.

In this respect, they are similar to animals, possessing a sense of territory and subordination, and exhibiting a relative food chain structure.

Hearing the encouragement from those around him, and seeing that Gou'er also seemed to be having problems, Niu Lidou on the field finally chose to give chase.

With one hand, he pushed away the limp fist; with the other, he deflected the next attack that still had some strength left. With both hands clasped together like surging waves, he dislocated the remaining joint of the hand.

Then came his offensive rounds. Unlike the powerful and heavy Mu family's Fushan Fist, which was as strong as copper and iron and could split mountains and rocks, the Niu family's strength lay in endurance and continuity, like a surging river, with the Niu Demon going against the current.

Instead of the dog's fierce onslaught, a relentless barrage of attacks, one wave stronger than the last, alternated between fists and palms, ensuring a constant barrage of blows aimed at the dog's entire body.

If it were a normal person, they would either escape and remain calm in the face of such an attack, or be as stubborn as a rock and bravely face the attack head-on.

But for a dog whose brain has been parasitized in every part of its body except its brain, blunt force trauma is insignificant unless the attack involves destructive cutting.

Niu Lidou witnessed this behavior; no matter what attack he launched, even if he broke the opponent's ribs and caused them to cave in, the opponent remained oblivious and stared at him without feeling anything.

Then, as it prepared to retreat, the dog quickly closed its four limbs, wrapping itself around Niu Lidou like a cloth bag, and its sharp teeth, which had been ready all along, pierced straight at his neck.

"Ughhhhh!"

The rest was without a doubt. With the loss of blood, the increasingly weak Niu Lidou could no longer put up an effective fight.

"Please spare my son, Gou'er. Dao Chengyi, for the sake of us being from the same village."

"Young Master Niu, please have pity on this old servant! Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"

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