prynovel Chapter 75 The War Begins 4
Chapter 75 The War Begins 4
"Bang!"
Caught off guard, Quan Feng was struck against the ring railing, the wooden stake cracking under the weight.
The veins on his right arm, where he gripped the knife, bulged out—the marks of his blood surging when the Golden-Winged Kite Beast Pattern was activated to its fullest extent.
Golden patterns stretched from her wrist to her shoulder, shimmering faintly in the morning light.
However, compared to the nine dark gold spots on the back of Yan Hua's neck, his beast pattern was noticeably lighter.
Yan Hua's offensive gave him no chance to catch his breath.
The power and speed of the Nine Infants bloodline have increased many times over, and each punch leaves a dark golden afterimage.
Quan Feng parried with an upward slash, the blade and fist colliding. The explosive force of the Zhenshan Fist was transmitted from the blade to the tiger's mouth, and the tiger's mouth of his entire palm was already cracked, with blood flowing down the hilt of the blade.
Yan Hua's left fist followed closely, slamming into the blade. The short knife flew out of his hand and landed on a wooden stake at the edge of the arena, vibrating and humming.
Quan Feng unleashed both palms simultaneously, using the Zhenshan Fist against the Zhenshan Fist.
The two forces collided in mid-air, his sleeves ripped from the cuffs to his shoulders, and he was blasted back seven or eight steps, his back slamming against the railing again.
Yan Hua's right knee had already come up and hit him squarely on the chest, specifically the Tanzhong acupoint. The crisp sound of breaking ribs was drowned out by the roar of the fists and feet colliding.
Quan Feng spat a mouthful of blood onto Yan Hua's white clothes, his body slid down the railing, and he knelt on one knee. Half of his ponytail was loose, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, staining the rammed earth of the arena and forming a small dark red dot.
He tried to stand up by bracing himself against the ground, but his knees only managed to lift him half an inch before he slammed back down.
The golden-winged kite's animal markings shimmered intensely on his arm, like a candle flickering in the wind.
Yan Hua looked down at Quan Feng kneeling at his feet, raised his right fist high, and nine dark gold spots on the back of his neck shone brightly at the same time, the dark gold patterns on his fist condensing into a tangible killing intent.
This punch was aimed directly at Quan Feng's temple, and it was undoubtedly intended to kill him.
On the viewing platform, Duanmu Hong's toes crushed the blue brick beneath his feet, and his body leaned forward by half a body length.
Almost simultaneously, Yu Mubai closed his ivory folding fan, the fan bones making a very light and crisp sound as they tapped against his palm. He slightly turned his body, blocking Duanmu Hong's path of attack.
The two were separated by a distance of several dozen feet, but their auras had already clashed silently for a moment.
Just then, a long spear swept across from the other side of the arena.
The spearhead of the Wind Thrust drew a dark blue arc in the morning light, its spiraling force swirling the rammed earth debris along its path into a vortex.
Lin Mu's shot was a feint.
The spear tip seemed to be aimed directly at the tiger's and leopard's heads. The five masked men simultaneously took a half step back to assume a defensive stance. However, he used the recoil from the spear to propel himself backward. He followed up his Wind Step with a Sudden Wind Step, and before the five masked men could tighten their encirclement again, he had already slipped through the gap.
The spear's butt struck Yan Hua's nape with tremendous force.
Yan Hua frowned and had no choice but to withdraw his right fist, which was about to smash Quan Feng's temple, and sidestep the spear's tail.
The butt of the spear grazed his earlobe, and the residual force tore a hole in the white shirt on his shoulder.
Lin Mu landed in front of Quan Feng, the tip of his spear pointing diagonally at the ground, shielding the heavily injured Quan Feng behind him.
Just as he landed, the wolf-headed dagger silently slashed down from behind.
This was the fastest strike to close in after the five masked men had been feigned and forced back; the blade was aimed straight at his face.
Lin Mu turned his head to dodge the blade, the tip of which had already severed the strap of his mask.
The mask of the Black Impermanence slipped off his face, flipped and bounced twice in the morning light, hitting the arena floor and settling in the broken pile of rammed earth.
There was a moment of silence both on and off the stage.
"Lin Mu?" someone in the group of rogue cultivators blurted out.
"Is Black Impermanence Lin Mu?"
"Inferior physique, born a menial laborer, how long has he been practicing martial arts, yet he can already go toe-to-toe with Yan Hua?"
"Yan Hua possesses superior physical constitution, the Nine Infant Bloodline, and the Transformation Realm."
Location of Changfeng Martial Arts School.
The eldest brother took a swig of wine and smiled slightly;
Senior Brother Zhou and Junior Brother Liu clenched their fists;
Zou Wanruo stood at the very edge of the crowd at Changfeng Martial Arts School, her hands clasped together in front of her, her fingertips turning white from gripping them so tightly.
Lin Wu, a peddler from Liuye Village, who was squatting on the ground sorting eggs in his bamboo basket, suddenly stood up.
The carrying pole slipped off his shoulder and hit the earthen slope, the bamboo basket tipped over, and a few eggs rolled out and broke into the mud, but he was completely unaware.
The Ye family members looked at the spear in Lin Mu's hand with suspicion and asked, "A demon blood weapon?"
On the stage, Yan Hua's lips curled into a smile.
That was the hunter's excitement at finally seeing his prey come to him on its own.
The nine dark golden spots on the back of his neck shone brightly at the same time, and his right fist, wrapped in the dark golden patterns of the Nine Infants bloodline, slammed straight toward Lin Mu's face.
It's a fight to the death from the start.
Lin Mu planted his spear into the ground, the end of which sank half a foot into the rammed earth, and his right fist came out from his waist—the Mountain-Crushing Fist.
Thousands of rivers converged at the same whirlpool, and the force of the fist condensed into an extremely faint and steady golden yellow on the fist tip, colliding head-on with Yan Hua's dark golden fist energy.
The two fists collided, and the shockwave sent debris from the rammed earth on the stage flying three feet high. Both men took half a step back.
Yan Hua's left fist followed closely behind. Lin Mu turned to the side, and his Dragon-Entwining Hand gripped Yan Hua's wrist joint. His five fingers coiled like dragons and snakes, and the force of the punch exploded at his fingertips, deflecting the power of the punch slightly.
Yan Hua struck with his right elbow, but Lin Mu met it with his Iron Sleeve Skill. The sleeve, infused with neutralizing energy, became as hard as an iron plate. The force of his punch, wrapped in the wind from his sleeve, swept across Yan Hua's shoulder, causing him to stagger three steps to the side.
Yan Hua licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and pounced on him again.
His attacks were like a storm, each punch unleashing the full power of the Nine Infant bloodline;
Lin Mu weaved through the shadows of fists, unleashing the ferocity of the Tiger Fist, the penetrating power of the Monument-Breaking Hand, the agility of the Fox Fist, and the layering of the Cloud-Turning Hand. Each fist technique was unleashed with the support of the fist's momentum, steadily meeting Yan Hua's fist strikes.
The fist's force and the dark gold patterns continuously exploded in circles of air waves at the intersection of the fist's surface, leaving the rammed earth surface of the arena pitted and uneven.
He fought with ease, taking advantage of Yan Hua's volatile temper, using the sudden gust of wind step to create distance from time to time, and controlling the rhythm.
The eighteen styles of boxing can each deliver the same punch at different times.
His punches became increasingly steady. He sidestepped a straight punch, and with a sudden gust of wind, he unleashed a move called "Slanting Wind and Drizzle," which, combined with the force of his punch, struck Yan Hua's arm at the last possible moment.
Yan Hua grunted and took half a step back.
He looked down at the thin, still-bleeding mark on his arm, stuck out his tongue, and licked the blood from his fingertip into his mouth.
The taste of blood exploded on his tongue, and the nine dark golden spots on the back of his neck simultaneously shone brightly.
He roared and charged at Lin Mu like a wild beast.
This punch has no set moves; it's all about pure power and speed.
At this moment, the Nine Infants bloodline was pushed to its limit. Wherever the fist passed, a visible white mist exploded in the air. The shattered rammed earth on the arena was swept up by the fist wind and rushed towards Lin Mu like an earth dragon.
His roar mingled with the fluttering battle flags on the training ground, drowning out a deep, muffled beastly roar that faintly echoed from the distant horizon.
No one noticed that the sky in the direction of the Eternal Night Forest was darkening at an extremely slow and unnatural pace.