The faint glow of the morning light shone through the sparse leaves, reflecting on the coarse cloth-clad Hercules, his muscles as hard and powerful as carving.

He stood in front of a huge hillside, holding a heavy hammer in both hands, the uneven marks on the hammer head bearing witness to countless efforts.

Hercules held his hammer aloft and his eyes fixed on a boulder at the top of the mountain.

His breathing grew heavier, and it seemed as if the whole world was pouring energy into his next move.

His muscles tensed, as if he wanted to gather the strength of the entire hillside into this hammer.

Suddenly, with all the strength of his body, he swung the hammer upwards, and then with lightning speed, the hammer slammed into the boulder with a whistling sound.

An irresistible force spread through the air, as if to tear through all obstacles.

The boulder was hit by the hammer head, and with a dull roar, cracks erupted in an instant, spreading across the surface of the boulder like a spider's web.

Hercules didn't stop, he swung his hammer continuously, each time throwing the head of the hammer at the boulder with a destructive momentum, and the valley echoed with the sound of metal and rock colliding, as if the earth was shaking with his determination.

Finally, under a series of heavy blows, the boulder began to crack, and shards scattered everywhere.

With the final blow, the boulder collapsed, like a giant falling, rolling down, driving the earth and rocks on the hillside to collapse together.

A loud sound echoed through the valley, as if nature itself was applauding this magnificent scene.

Hercules put down the hammer in his hand, his face was covered with sweat and exhaustion, but his eyes flashed with satisfaction and pride.

Xu Fu's figure gradually revealed on the other side of the valley, and the golden Changge shone in the sun, like a streamer.

His gaze was determined, and his steps were steady towards Hercules, and a wave of confidence and fighting spirit spread through him.

Hercules put down the hammer, his eyes alerted by Xu Fu's presence.

He clenched his fists, muscles bulging under his skin, as if ready for a challenge at any moment.

The eyes of the two met in midair, like thunder and lightning colliding, releasing a tense atmosphere that could not be ignored.

Xu Fu stopped not far from Hercules, smiled and said, "It seems that you are the one who has been blocking my path." ”

Hercules didn't answer, but held his breath and quietly clenched his hands, ready for the upcoming showdown.

He knew that Xu Fu was not an ordinary person, and to be able to maintain such confidence in such a situation, he must have extraordinary strength and background.

Xu Fu's smile gradually faded, replaced by an indifferent killing intent.

He gently shook the golden Changge in his hand, and Changge's edge shimmered in the sunlight, as sharp as a viper's gaze.

Hercules suddenly exerted his strength, and he quickly pounced towards Xu Fu, his body as agile as a beast. Xu Fu did not show weakness either, he waved Changge, and the golden light swept through, blocking the attack of Hercules.

The forces of the two were staggered in mid-air, and the air was filled with the sound of sharp killing intent and energy colliding.

The battle heated up instantly, the strength of Hercules and Xu Fu's skill collided with each other, and each attack made the wind in the valley boil, as if the earth trembled for their battle.

Sharp golden Changge and muscular fists intertwined, sparks flying, each collision as if it could tear through reality.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the figures of the two men intertwined in the sunlight, and the battle burned like a flame.

Their breathing became heavier and heavier, sweat mixed with blood dripping on the ground, and a strong smell of blood filled the valley.

There was no definite outcome in this duel, the two were evenly matched, and each attack was imbued with devastating power.

They may be enemies, but in the moment of battle, they also seem to respect each other's strength and courage.

Eventually, they all took a step back at the same time, maintaining a vigilant posture, their eyes intertwined, as if conveying some kind of message in silence.

Tiger Fujimoto and Xu Fu stood face to face, and the atmosphere was so tense that it could almost be cut out.

The wind in the valley hissed and howled, as if it were also sounding the horn for this upcoming battle.

Xu Fu clenched the golden Changge, his body as agile as a civet cat, his gaze locked on Fujimoto Tiger, revealing an indifferent but firm determination.

He suddenly launched an attack, and Changge instantly slashed through the air, bringing up a golden arc, heading straight for Fujimoto Tora.

Fujimoto's brow furrowed slightly, and his hands rose to the wind, showing off his superb fighting skills.

His figure flickered quickly, like a cheetah, nimbly dodging the attack of the golden Changge.

Immediately, he quickly approached Xu Fu, swung his muscular arm, and a punch blasted towards Xu Fu's chest like lightning.

Xu Fu was in danger, he had already expected Fujimoto Tora's counterattack.

He used Changge to cut a gorgeous arc through the air, blocking Fujimoto's fist momentum.

Immediately, his body soared into the air and kicked Fujimoto Tiger in the flank with a volley, so fast that it was difficult to react.

Fujimoto's reflexes were just as swift, he bent his knees to dodge Xu Fu's kick, and then spun around, his legs slamming into Xu Fu's face like hammers.

Xu Fu did not retreat, but advanced, he briefly took a step back, avoiding Fujimoto Tiger's leg momentum, and at the same time, the Changge in his hand swung again, forming a golden light, aiming at Fujimoto Tiger's lower plate.

Fujimoto Tiger did not stop the offensive, he turned passive into active, dodging Xu Fu's Changge attack with a front flip, and at the same time pushed his hands towards Xu Fu's waist.

Xu Fu had no choice but to give up Changge's offensive and quickly take a few steps back to avoid Fujimoto Tiger's push.

The battle between the two is extremely fast-paced, and every attack and defense is completed in milliseconds.

Fujimoto Tiger is muscular and powerful, while Xu Fu relies on agility and skill, and the duel between the two sides is like a visual feast, which is dizzying.

During the battle, the rocks of the valley were occasionally struck by the air currents stirred by the battle, giving a faint echo.

Xu Fu's eyebrows were resolute, while Fujimoto Tiger was calm.

Their eyes intertwined, as if silently communicating a kind of understanding and respect for the battle.

The battle between Fujimoto Tiger and Xu Fu was like a delicate and fierce dance, and the two sides were constantly intertwined in the ever-changing attack and defense, and the shadow-like figures quickly shuttled through the valley.

Tora Fujimoto showed his unparalleled strength and skill, and every attack contained his destructive power, punching to the flesh, making the air tight.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, uses his agility and superb martial arts skills to turn passivity into initiative, sometimes dodging, and sometimes counterattacking with lightning speed.

Chang Ge turned into a golden arc in Xu Fu's hands, slashing and swinging again and again, and his power was undiminished.

Fujimoto's muscles withstood the impact, and he raised his arms to resist Changge's blows with all his might, each impact carrying a huge impact, leaving deep marks on the ground with his footsteps.

The battle was in full swing, their breathing was rapid and rhythmic, and sweat soaked their clothes, but it did not affect their fighting spirit in the slightest.

It was as if they were in a fighting situation, and every muscle in their bodies was working for this duel, like a sophisticated machine.

Xu Fu's body suddenly accelerated, and it hit Fujimoto Tiger like a gale, Changge drew a beautiful arc, and the sharp golden light pointed directly at Fujimoto Tiger's chest.

Fujimoto Tiger did not show weakness, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he blocked Changge's attack with both palms, and then quickly counterattacked, punching Xu Fu's flank.

Xu Fu instantly turned sideways to dodge Fujimoto Tora's fist, and at the same time raised one leg and kicked Fujimoto Tora's jaw.

Fujimoto's reaction was just as swift, he bent his knees to dodge Xu Fu's kick, and then his hands suddenly straightened out and blocked Xu Fu's legs.

The moves of the two are closely intertwined, the attack and defense are like a tide, and the battle becomes more and more intense.

The rocks of the valley were shaken by the impact of the battle, as if the whole of nature was shaken by their duel.

However, no matter what kind of attack and defense, the two never found a fatal flaw, and the similarity of strength made them fall into a stalemate battle.

Their breaths froze, and the sounds of their breaths intertwined in the air, like a silent conversation in a tense encounter.

In that tense and silent moment, Tora Fujimoto and Xu Fu seemed to enter a state of resonance.

Their eyes met, and although the battle continued, at that moment, a trace of indescribable emotion flashed in each other's eyes.

A smile appeared on Xu Fu's face, which was no longer the coldness of battle, but a kind of recognition and respect.

Fujimoto's brows also stretched slightly, as if he understood something.

Although they are still fighting fiercely at the moment, deep down, they may have realized that each other is strong and worthy of respect.

The fight continued, and the movements of the two men were smoother and more coordinated.

They seem to have found some kind of balance in their confrontation with each other, a dialogue that transcends strength.

Each attack seems to speak of an emotion, a kind of respect for the other person.

Their fists are to the flesh, and their knives are bloody, but behind these attacks, there is a deep tacit understanding.

They can feel each other's strength and determination, but also each other's humanity.

Fighting is no longer just about victory, but a confrontation where you take pride in strength and respect as your virtue.

As time passed, the battle in the valley became more intense.

Every movement of Tora Fujimoto and Xu Fu becomes art, and it is as if they are performing a magnificent symphony for the whole world.

The sounds of battle, breathing, and clashing rocks are intertwined to create a unique melody that belongs to them.

As time passed, the battle between Fujimoto Tiger and Xu Fu became more and more intense, each attack carrying more power, and each dodge revealing a higher skill.

Their fists and knives are intertwined, and their bodies and minds are under tremendous pressure, but they have never relaxed their desire for victory.

Sweat dripped down their foreheads, but it didn't blur their vision.

Their breathing gradually became heavier, but it did not affect their fighting spirit.

It was as if they were part of the battle, becoming part of the battle, becoming one with the valley.

Xu Fu's golden Changge crossed a gorgeous arc, and Fujimoto Tiger used his arm to set up a strong line of defense to block Changge's attack.

There was a hint of challenge in his eyes, as if to tell Xu Fu that he had more hole cards.

Fujimoto Tiger stepped out and rushed towards Xu Fu, his fist striking at Xu Fu's defense with furious force.

Xu Fu's body trembled slightly, but he stabilized his steps while moving to dodge Fujimoto Tora's continuous attacks.

His eyes became more and more determined, as if to announce that the victory or defeat of this battle was close at hand.

Seeing this, Fujimoto Tiger also seemed to realize Xu Fu's tenacity.

He quickly jumped to his feet and used the power of his legs to unleash a relentless kick that flew towards Xu Fu's chest like a cannonball.

Xu Fu's expression did not show the slightest panic, and his body flashed with agility, skillfully avoiding this deadly attack.

At this time, Xu Fu suddenly launched his own counterattack, and his series of combos hit like a storm, and the golden Changge drew a beautiful arc, and each attack accurately hit Fujimoto Tiger's defense.

Fujimoto Tiger resisted hard, but his defense gradually collapsed, and he felt Xu Fu's strength and determination.

The battle entered the most intense stage, and the figures of Fujimoto Tiger and Xu Fu staggered in the valley, attacking and defending like lightning, but they were never able to achieve a decisive victory.

Their strength and skill matched each other, and the duel between the two powerhouses reached its peak.

The battle between Tora Fujimoto and Xu Fu reached a climax, their attack and defense burned like a fire, and the entire valley seemed to be shaken by their momentum.

Every punch, kick, and swing of Changge is full of devastating power, but it is defused by the opponent's skill.

Xu Fu suddenly took a step forward, and the golden Changge pierced the sky like a galaxy, and his attack was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch.

Fujimoto Tiger hurriedly raised his arms, barely trying to block Changge's attack, but was shocked by this powerful force and took a few steps back.

Fujimoto Tora's face showed a touch of seriousness, he took a deep breath, and the muscles of his whole body condensed, ready to attack like a tiger.

He rushed towards Xu Fu, his fist whistling, with a furious force, as if he was about to tear everything apart.

Xu Fu didn't flinch, his steps were steady, and his body was as flexible as a civet cat.

With a cold glint in his eyes, he raised his golden long ge, ready for this fierce attack.

Changge sliced through the air, swinging in a golden arc that struck Fujimoto Tora's fist.

Fujimoto Tiger and Xu Fu's fists and Changge collided in the air, making a crisp metal crashing sound.

Their forces converged in this instant, forming a violent wave of energy. The winds in the valley seemed to be all pulled by this energy, whistling by.

The collision between the fist and Changge did not stop, and Fujimoto Tora's body rebounded like a spring, while his other fist quickly struck Xu Fu's flank.

Xu Fu's reaction was just as swift, he leaned slightly to the side, let his fist pass by, and then kicked Fujimoto Tiger in the waist.

Fujimoto Tiger couldn't dodge it, so he had to pull back and avoid Xu Fu's kick.

His breathing grew rapid, sweat dripping from his forehead, but his eyes remained resolute.

The battle continued like a storm, and the figures of Fujimoto Tiger and Xu Fu staggered in the valley, their attacks and defenses becoming more and more fierce, as if the duel between each other had transcended physical and skill, and turned into a clash of hearts.

However, as time goes on, the power of both seems to be gradually depleted.

Their fists were no longer as ferocious as they had been at the beginning, and their breathing became heavier, but their fighting spirit remained unshaken.

(End of chapter)