C397 Sudden attack

With regards to a warrior who had already reached the "Manifestation" realm, Zhou Hao would never underestimate him.

Furthermore, under the control of his Genuine Aura, the sleeve of the Wind Demon Little Tai Lang turned into a sharp, hard spear. It was aimed straight at Zhou Hao's chest, and was even more terrifying than the sharp blade that could cut iron like mud!

With the speed of the bullet, Zhou Hao was unable to dodge this strike. This was because the Demonic Wind Little Taro had become the sleeve of a steel spear. As it spun, even the surrounding air rippled, as if forming a vortex out of thin air, freezing space and time.

Zhou Hao knew that this whirlpool was formed by the Qi of the Wind Demon Little Tai Lang, and if he was in this whirlpool, it would be impossible for Zhou Hao to dodge.

Therefore, Zhou Hao decided to not move at all and activated the Genuine Aura s in front of his chest, wanting to use his own body to take this attack from Feng Mo Xiao Tai Lang without dodging at all!

Seeing how arrogant Zhou Hao was, the previous ghost was so shocked that he revealed a tinge of ridicule in his eyes. The eyes of Big Boss, who was still standing on the bamboo, twitched.

He had just engaged in a mental battle with the Demonic Wind Little Taro. Even though they hadn't actually fought, he knew that the martial arts skills of the Demonic Wind Little Taro were in no way inferior to his own.

The Wind Demon Xiao Tai Lang's sleeves, which were revolving into the tip of the spear, ruthlessly struck Zhou Hao's chest, and was even spinning non-stop, drilling into Zhou Hao's body like an electric drill.

Under the unimaginable strength of the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang, the school uniform covering Zhou Hao's upper body was instantly shredded into pieces and scattered, revealing Zhou Hao's robust and sturdy body.

What made the Wind Demon Little Tai Lang and the previous ghost shocked was that even with the power that could bore through steel plates, he was actually unable to harm Zhou Hao.

The Wind Demon Xiao Tai Lang's sleeve stayed on Zhou Hao's skin, unable to pierce through Zhou Hao's skin no matter how hard it rotated.

However, Zhou Hao was not in a good mood. He could feel that the Genuine Aura he condensed in front of his chest was being pushed away by the whirlpool like force, requiring him to condense it and circulate it continuously.

Otherwise, without the protection of the Genuine Aura, even if Zhou Hao's physical body was a hundred times stronger than an ordinary person's, he would probably still be pierced through.

"Hmm?" A look of shock flashed past the eyes of the Wind Demon Xiao Tai Lang, and the Genuine Aura in his body started to seethe even more. It wanted to increase its power and pierce through Zhou Hao's body.

But how could Zhou Hao give him that chance? Zhou Hao then raised two palms and violently struck his chest with a huge force that immediately crushed the Winddemon Xiao Tai Lang's steel-like sleeves into pieces.

Furthermore, the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang revealed its fist from its sleeve, and then smashed towards Zhou Hao.

One moment, the Wind Demon Xiao Tai Lang's fist was still in Zhou Hao's sleeves, but in the next, it was already in front of Zhou Hao, as if it could break through the restrictions of space.

Zhou Hao did not dare to be careless, and immediately pushed out his right palm.

At this time, the Wind Demon Xiao Tai Lang also saw a giant bear that was as tall as a mountain appear behind Zhou Hao. It was raising its two bear paws, ferocious and baring its fangs as it pounced towards him.

His heart trembled, he did not expect Zhou Hao's martial arts cultivation to also be at the "Manifestation" realm, and immediately became even stronger.

Initially, when Windfiend Xiao Tai Lang knew that Zhou Hao was the masked man and that the former ghost, one of his two great protectors, was not his opponent, he had wanted to personally come meet Zhou Hao.

But from the strength that Zhou Hao was currently displaying, he could be considered to be on par with.

Amidst the shock, the little Taro of Wind also felt a surge of excitement.

Moreover, this was not the mental battle between him and Big Boss just now. The danger involved was naturally much higher.

The Wind Demon Xiao Tai Lang saw that the giant bear behind Zhou Hao seemed as if it was going to tear him apart, and Zhou Hao saw the Three-eyed Evil Spirit behind him opening its bloody mouth towards him. He could even feel the eerie wind blowing from the Three-eyed Evil Spirit's body.

Boom!

Zhou Hao's right palm collided head-on with the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang's fist, causing the surrounding air to become stifled.

The force generated by the clash of their Genuine Aura spread out like a shockwave, shaking the bamboo on all four sides and uprooting the plants on the ground into the air.

The two of them took three steps back. With each step, the ground shook slightly, leaving deep footprints behind.

Zhou Hao's face revealed a surprised expression. This was not a disguise, but real surprise, because he had already used eighty to ninety percent of his strength, yet he could only fight evenly with the Wind Demon Xiao Tai Lang.

The high level of strength of the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang was something Zhou Hao had never seen before!

And the wind demon, young Taro wearing a mask, could not see his expression, even those eyes did not show anything.

The two stared at each other for a while before the little boy's sinister voice rang out once more, "Although I don't know why you're so skilled at such a young age, it's still admirable."

Pausing, he continued, "If we continue to fight, both of us will surely suffer. It would be better to end it today."

Zhou Hao frowned and thought for a while. Actually, Feng Mo Lang Xiao Tai Lang's words wasn't to show weakness, it was just that there were Big Boss with "First Army" present too.

If Zhou Hao and the Big Boss attacked at the same time, the Wind-Demon Xiao Tai Lang would definitely be at an absolute disadvantage.

However, Zhou Hao could also see from the expression of the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang that if he did not give up, the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang would definitely accompany him. Only, at that time, the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang would completely throw caution to the wind and fight with his life.

Zhou Hao didn't dare guarantee that the Big Boss would not help him. With Feng Mo Lang's strength, if he were to fight with his life on the line, even if he didn't die, he would still be severely injured.

Therefore, after considering it over and over again, Zhou Hao nodded his head, "Alright, but the next time we meet, you and I will definitely be on par."

"Alright!" The Demonic Wind Young Taro sneered and spoke in his unpracticed Chinese, "From today onwards, there is one more person in the world of martial arts that I am afraid of in China." He stared straight at Zhou Hao, "Zhou Hao, I'll remember you!"

Saying that, a strong gale began to blow around the side of the Wind Demon Xiao Tailang. As the gale dissipated, his figure disappeared at the same time. Even the former ghost was nowhere to be seen.

When the Demonic Wind Xiao Tai and the former ghost reappeared, they were already on the other side of the park.

As soon as the Demonic Wind Little Taro appeared on the grass, he pressed his chest and knelt down on one knee. The former ghost next to him was greatly alarmed and hurriedly used both his injured hands to support him.

"Lord Clan Chief, you, you're injured?" The ghoul said in disbelief. In his impression, he had never been injured before as the Patriarch with such unfathomable strength.

Blood slowly dripped from the chin of the bronze-masked evil spirit on Slow Demon Wind, he took a deep breath and said slowly: "This Zhou Hao, is unfathomably strong, even more so than me. "In the future, this person will definitely become a huge threat to us!"

At the same time, Zhou Hao, who was still in the park, slightly heaved a sigh of relief and touched his somewhat painful chest.

This Feng Mo Xiao Tai Lang was indeed the strongest person in the Martial Arts of Japan that Xia Hou could not accept. He was so strong that Zhou Hao had never seen him before!

It was also at this time that the Big Boss descended gently from the bamboo, his posture extremely graceful. His appearance was originally not outstanding, but when compared to the crowd of people, he was instantly drowned out.

However, the temperament he exuded right now was that of a refined gentleman.

He looked at Zhou Hao with interest, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously pulled up into a smile.

Seeing the Big Boss looking at him in such a manner, Zhou Hao also had some doubts in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhou Hao saw a scene of a plum blossoming in a world of ice and snow before him without any forewarning.

Zhou Hao was immediately startled, thinking, wasn't this the middle of summer?

At this time, he also saw the Big Boss in front of him standing proudly in the snow and ice with a face full of smiles. There were even many cold plums blossoming behind him and Zhou Hao could even smell the faint fragrance of the plum blossoms.

When he thought back to how Feng Mo Xiao Tai Lang called Big Boss "Mr. Han-Mei", Zhou Hao suddenly woke up from his stupor. The scene of a cold plum blossom appearing in a world of ice and snow was not an illusion, but was the fist intent condensed from Big Boss's "Manifestation"!

He knew that until now, Zhou Hao had encountered Supreme Expert whose martial arts cultivation had reached the level of "Transformation into a Form". The fist intent that the "Great Net Holy Hand" Xiahou Tai could not accept was the image of the Great Net Golden Immortal.

Even if it was the fist intent condensed from Zhou Hao's own "Five Birds of a bitch", it would still be a tiger, bear, ape, crane, or deer.

These fist intents could all be considered animals, but what the Big Boss had condensed was a kind of concept.

To Zhou Hao, the so called "Manifestation" was to display his martial arts insights to his opponents through his strong mental force, in a manner similar to a hypnotism.

This level of martial arts competition was no longer just a contest of skills and inner strength, but a contest of mutual spiritual force, as well as the depth of their respective martial arts comprehension.

This was a kind of realm, and also a kind of mental state. In that case, the Big Boss's cultivation, or in other words, his comprehension in martial arts, was even deeper than Xiahou Chang's and Little Tai's.

At this time, Zhou Hao understood that it was no wonder that the Demonic Wind Little Tai Lang was so afraid of the Big Boss, and did not want to fight with Zhou Hao anymore while he was around.

But, why did the Big Boss use "Transformation into a Form" on him? Could it be that he wants to fight me? But why? Zhou Hao asked in his heart.

As he thought about it, he saw that there was a thin bamboo in Big Boss's hand, which was as long as a normal ancient sword.

Before Zhou Hao could come back to his senses, the Big Boss had already thrusted the bamboo pole at him.