Gu Cong’s cultivation was higher than Chu Feng’s, but this did not an he could take Chu Feng lightly. Moreover, it was Chu Feng who was currently holding the upper hand.
The people from the fifth and sixth groups wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. When the ti ca, they’d still end up with their hands tied.
Therefore, the pressing matter was that he needed to take down Chu Feng first.
So when Chu Feng revealed a weakness, Gu Cong imdiately seized it, heading straight for Chu Feng’s vulnerability.
This technique of attacking swiftly without his feet touching the ground was one of Gu Cong’s trump cards.
Because his feet didn’t touch the ground, Gu Cong’s speed could be even faster. Of course, the distance was still far from true flight, and he couldn’t maintain it for too long.
However, the distance between him and Chu Feng wasn’t far to begin with.
In just a few seconds, Gu Cong had already appeared in front of Chu Feng.
Gu Cong’s fingers maintained their sword-like posture, and on them, there was the faint sound of wind and thunder, clearly the effect of inner strength compressed to a certain degree.
This effect was indeed very strong and quite astonishing.
Even though there was still thirty centiters between them, Chu Feng could already feel a throbbing pain in his Tanzhong Acupoint, not to ntion, the piece of clothing on his chest began to emit a burnt sll.
This was the true power of an Earth Level Mid-Stage expert, a small weakness could be transford into a genuine killing technique.
That’s why those with truly higher cultivation and strength tended to fight for longer tis.
Because their cultivation was high enough, they could turn the slightest weakness into a lethal technique in an instant.
With such speed, how could it not be fast? Who could guarantee they had no weaknesses at all?
Chu Feng’s feet touched the ground in quick succession, each step causing the ground to collapse by a large margin.
But it seed as though Gu Cong had locked onto him, able to keep up with Chu Feng’s speed effortlessly.
Even if Chu Feng used the Carefree Sect’s movent technique, Gu Cong was able to follow. It was as if invisible ropes were attached to Gu Cong, locking onto Chu Feng.
Chu Feng hadn’t reached that level yet, so he didn’t realize this was the Qi Locking Technique. It wasn’t any profound technique, rely a skill. However, it could only be used by those with higher cultivation against enemies with lower cultivation, and was ineffective against those of equal or greater cultivation.
Chu Feng continuously changed his techniques but couldn’t shake off Gu Cong’s pursuit.
The clothing in front of Chu Feng’s chest, due to Gu Cong’s pressure, had completely torn, and the skin over the Tanzhong Acupoint turned an abnormal red.
"Can’t shake you off, old bastard," Chu Feng muttered after a few exchanges, now understanding the situation.
Imdiately, Chu Feng circulated his spiritual energy, disrupting all the Qi flow within his body in an instant.
This thod would be useless for others, as it’s impossible to use inner strength to disturb the Qi flow locked by inner strength.
However, using spiritual energy to cause the disturbance resulted in a completely different outco. As spiritual energy was inherently a higher form than inner strength, just one circulation was enough for all the locks to dissipate into thin air.
Suddenly losing the lock on Chu Feng startled Gu Cong.
Chu Feng seized this opportunity, deploying a dazzling array of movent techniques and successfully evaded Gu Cong’s pursuit.
"Bang!"
Gu Cong’s pinpoint strike missed and hit the granite stele beside him.
Gu Cong’s fingers, like knives carving tofu, directly penetrated the ten-centiter-thick granite stele.
A ten-centiter-thick slab of granite had been pierced through so effortlessly. If that strike had hit Chu Feng’s Tanzhong Acupoint just now, the consequences would have been unimaginable. It’s very likely that Chu Feng would have been dead.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The Inner Strength within the Sword Finger spread entirely across the stele, and in an instant, nurous large and small fissures appeared on it.
"Boom!"
The stele shattered, turning into countless pieces of granite.
Chu Feng, witnessing such a scene, couldn’t help but inhale sharply and said, "You shaless old man, you really do want to kill . But now, I don’t have to hold back out of respect for the elderly and the young. If I bullied you, I would feel sowhat uncomfortable. After all, you’re half-buried in the ground already, and killing you now would seem sowhat lacking in benevolence and righteousness."
"You talk too much; I think it’s better if I shut you up," Gu Cong replied, using Sword Finger again, but this ti it was different from before.
If the previous attack was a sheathed Treasure Sword, now it was like soft silk.
The Sword Qi bursting from Gu Cong’s Sword Finger had almost no lethality, making Chu Feng too lazy to even dodge.
But Chu Feng was not so complacent; he still chose to evade. Although Chu Feng’s evasion was fast, the soft Sword Qi pursued even faster.
The Sword Qi caught up with Chu Feng and wound around him.
This Sword Qi was very friendly, truly looking as if it was just a greeting.
However, the comfort didn’t last long, as Chu Feng soon forgot to dodge.
A sudden alertness hit Chu Feng’s heart, and he used all his strength to try to break free from the Sword Qi.
But now it was too late; no matter how hard Chu Feng exerted himself, the Sword Qi would not be shattered.
The Sword Qi would not break, but Gu Cong’s attack suddenly beca extrely sharp.
All the previously soft Sword Qi instantly turned into bombs.
"Zi!"
"Zi!"
The tearing sound of fabric was incessant, Chu Feng’s clothes were slashed with one cut after another. In so places, he had even started to bleed.
This was still the result of Chu Feng’s quick reaction and his use of Spiritual Energy as resistance.
If he hadn’t resisted with Spiritual Energy, it’s likely Chu Feng would have been dismbered.
As the Sword Qi dissipated, Chu Feng stood on the ground, looking sowhat disheveled.
Chu Feng looked at Gu Cong, genuinely surprised at how difficult it was to deal with a practitioner at the Earth Level Mid-Stage.
Even more unexpectedly, Gu Cong still had such a thod of attack.
"You might as well surrender and co back with to the Martial Soul. That’s your only way out. Otherwise, you’re undoubtedly going to die," Gu Cong said with an expression that seed serene, as if he was discussing sothing of little importance.
Looking at his tattered clothes and pants, Chu Feng got really angry and said, "If you’re going to hit then hit , but why ruin my clothes and pants? Being so old, do you have so special fetish? I certainly don’t have one."
Gu Cong snorted coldly and said, "Still talking tough. It seems that until you are completely subdued, you won’t learn to grow up."
Chu Feng replied, "Do you think you’re ’Growing Pains’? Talking about making learn to grow up. You’ve attacked twice in a row; now it’s my turn. Take this palm strike and see how you like it."
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