Chapter 308: Chapter 242: A Mont of Spring and Autumn
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the Struggle Platform, vast flas splashed everywhere, with bursts of booming sounds that were deafening.
After five breaths, layer after layer of defense was continuously broken. Ying Tianlong could only subconsciously release defense True Talismans in futile resistance, attempting to delay for ten breaths.
But… it was too difficult!
Ying Tianlong secretly felt despair, never having imagined that he would be utterly unable to fight back.
“No, I am the proud scion of the Ying Family, a genius destined to ascend to the Nascent Soul realm. I can’t… I can’t possibly lose—ah!”
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His thought had not fully ford when he suddenly felt a bizarre force penetrate through the Mystic Iron Spirit Shield above his head, striking directly at the Bai Hui acupoint on the Six Yang Heads.
Buzz!
Ying Tianlong felt as if struck by a heavy hamr, instantly seeing stars, his head swelling and spinning, his Divine Sense scattered in an instant, and his Spiritual Power stagnated.
Due to this oversight, Ying Tianlong’s tight defense inadvertently revealed a crack.
The next instant, a surge of even more ferocious and overwhelming power found the gap and struck heavily on his head, face, chest, abdon, and other vital areas of the Dantian.
Beams of scorching Spiritual Power quickly sealed his spiritual acupoints and ridians.
“Ah! Ah!”
Just over seven breaths, with faint cries of pain barely audible, Ying Tianlong, like a broken doll, slamd against the protective Light Shield and then slowly slid to the ground.
At this mont, his face was swollen and bruised, his breath weak, and he had lost consciousness.
Clack!
Zhao Sheng spun in the air, approached from afar, gently touched the ground with his toes, and landed gracefully in front of everyone.
“Next, who’s coming?”
Zhao Sheng looked at the crowd below with a smirking smile, his face fresh and clean, without a drop of sweat.
As he spoke, he gestured with his hand, and the rolling Black Stick Golden Sun Fire lifted off the ground and flew into his hand, then disappeared into his Storage Bag.
No one had anticipated that Ying Tianlong would be defeated so quickly and embarrassingly!
Seeing how monstrous Zhao Sheng was, most of the crowd imdiately hesitated; so even blatantly avoided his gaze, acknowledging they were no match for him.
Since rebirth, Zhao Sheng had only cultivated three Body Refining Techniques over these many years.
The “True Void Mountain Breaking Palm” is primarily offensive, sowhat similar to the Mountain Separating Cow Beating Skill but far superior on countless levels.
The reason Ying Tianlong couldn’t fight back was not only Zhao Sheng’s speed, but more crucially, each ti he tried to counterattack, an extrely bizarre force would penetrate his layers of defenses and strike his body with uncanny precision, targeting his Dantian and dispersing his accumulated Spiritual Power ti and again.
Undoubtedly, “Near and Far” is an ability from the Immortal Dao that resembles Shrinking Earth into an Inch Divine Power. Within a stride or step, ten feet seems like instantaneous movent.
As for “Immortal Golden Body,” enough said.
Zhao Sheng was naturally endowed with a monstrous physique, able still to carry a 300-pound armor under twenty tis gravity, easily running dozens of laps.
Ten years ago, when he was still in the Qi Refining Realm, he could fight on par with Foundation Establishnt Body Cultivator Zhao Deqian.
Now, ten years later, how truly powerful Zhao Sheng was, apart from himself, probably no one could guess.
Put simply, the one-sided beating of Ying Tianlong just then was rely a warm-up, he hadn’t even used a third of his strength.
“I’m in!”
After hesitating for a breath or two and seeing no one stepping forward, Jian Shisan with a stern face suddenly ca forward from the crowd.
On the side, Dong Miaozhen’s eyes shimred, secretly thinking, “Jian Shisan, although only at Foundation Establishnt stage for ten years, has fought countless duels throughout his life. He is extrely experienced and famously known as the Sword Madman in the Sky-splitting Sword Dao. The Wind and Thunder Sword Technique he cultivates, specializing in speed, is said to have reached the realm of Sword Qi Thunder Sound. This will be interesting!”
While contemplating, the protective Light Shield was opened, Jian Shisan strode onto the Struggle Platform, standing two yards away from Zhao Sheng.
Just as a sword chant was heard, a silver-white, three-foot-long sword flew out from Jian Shisan’s palm, swift as electric light, quick as a startled swan, circling three tis in the blink of an eye before landing back in his hand.
“Outer Sword Cultivator?” Zhao Sheng’s eyes sharpened, his voice stern.
“Correct! This sword, nad Rainbow Lightning, is three feet and three inches long, weighing thirty-six pounds and six ounces, entirely forged from thousand-year-old Thunder Iron. After several decades of my diligent refining day and night, this sword has beco one with . Be careful!” With the long sword in hand, Jian Shisan’s aura dramatically transford, making him resemble a drawn sword, emitting a sharp presence all over.
As his words fell, gradually flickers of lightning leaped upon the three-foot-long Rainbow Lightning Sword. At the sword’s tip, a foot-long bright white Sword Light never ceased, and the sounds of wind and thunder faintly echoed in the air.
“Very well, I’ve long wanted to witness how a traditional Sword Cultivator battles. Today I’ll have my wish fulfilled! Watch closely, I’m going for your left side.”
Before his words fell, Zhao Sheng—that entire person—vanished abruptly like a phantom from where he stood.
“Slice!”
As the word “slice” twirled in his mouth unvoiced, Jian Shisan suddenly felt a chill in his heart. His Divine Sense scanned and spotted a figure shockingly appearing on his left side.
Zhao Sheng’s punch was as fast as lightning, instantly smashing toward Jian Shisan’s ribs. As the fist approached, the piercing fist wind caused Jian Shisan’s ribs to ache sharply, ringing alarm bells in his mind.
Facing a Foundation Establishnt Sword Cultivator, Zhao Sheng still didn’t use any weapons, leaving others wondering whether he was suprely skilled or simply arrogant.
Yet Jian Shisan was exceedingly annoyed, feeling as though the opponent was looking down on him.
In an instant, his anger flared, deciding no longer to hold back.
Buzz!
The Rainbow Lightning Sword instantly beca a streak of electric light, sweeping across his waist. The sword’s tip emitted a pinpoint of cold light, targeting Zhao Sheng’s forehead with uncanny accuracy.
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