Amidst the currents of air, the two quickly steadied their stances, their fighting spirit surging skyward.
Boom!
Just as n Qing’an landed, he stomped fiercely, his figure instantly disappearing. With continuous booming, the fierce wind howled, True Qi rampaged, and with a Divine Fist, he struck toward Zhong Lin’s face.
Zhong Lin was not one to back down, he also launched a punch.
Bang!
Amidst a low, thunderous sound, the two fists collided with a mighty crash.
Waves rippled out from the sides of the two, raising monstrous waves as rolling air scattered, blowing Lu Ming and the others hundreds of feet away, their clothes fluttering wildly.
As for those Sword Cauldron Sect disciples who happened to be in the way, they were blown aside like scarecrows by the sudden gust.
One by one, they let out terrified screams. Fortunately, they only caught the aftershock; otherwise, they would have been smashed into pulp.
A sparkle flashed in Lu Ming’s eyes as he exclaid, "What profound skill! I never thought Zhong Lin, so young, could wield power not at all inferior to Elder n. Surely, he has had so remarkable encounters."
To beco a First Grade Martial Artist, talent, fortune, and opportunity are indispensable; each has their own fate, not to ntion Zhong Lin is still so young.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of moves, the air swirling tumultuously with continual explosions. Centered on their battle, the earth cracked in all directions, trees snapped, artificial hills flew, ponds evaporated.
In just a few monts, the entire mountaintop was destroyed by their fight, terrifying beyond compare.
The sect disciples who had co to watch the commotion, upon witnessing such power, lost interest in spectating, each scrambling to avoid the scene, their hearts filled with unimaginable horror.
Amidst the scattering dust, Zhong Lin and n Qing’an flew out like cannonballs.
Zhong Lin heavily crashed into the rock behind him, accompanied by cracking sounds as the rock shattered.
n Qing’an, anwhile, created a massive crater in the ground, dust rising, and dirt flying.
"Well, well, I truly misjudged you. Again!"
n Qing’an roared in anger and once again blasted toward Zhong Lin.
"You think I’m afraid of you?"
Zhong Lin snorted coldly, launching almost simultaneously, both moving like projectiles.
The speed of a First Grade Martial Artist is incredibly fast, spanning hundreds of feet almost instantly.
"Buzhou Divine Palm."
As n Qing’an shouted, his splayed fingers suddenly closed, forming a massive palm imprint, slamming fiercely toward Zhong Lin.
As the palm pressed down, the True Qi within his body rapidly circulated, causing a swift vibration of his major acupoints, making the air around him boil and distort.
Rumble!
A trendous force erupted, the air within several feet suddenly exploded, booming like thunder, bursting even the air itself with the palm.
Bang
Like a Divine Mountain collapsing or the earth turning over, the palm forcefully struck toward Zhong Lin’s chest.
"Ground Seal."
Facing this terrifying palm, Zhong Lin’s expression remained unchanged. His hands sealed in front of his chest, and the next mont, the ground beneath him rose, earth energy flowed through the Yongquan Point at his soles rging with True Qi, emanating from his palms, transforming into a massive earth-yellow hand several feet wide, flying through the sky.
Boom!
With surging might, n Qing’an’s Buzhou Divine Palm was directly broken, while the earth-yellow hand seemingly unchanged, continued to blast toward n Qing’an.
"Hmm?"
From a distance, Sect Master Yu Jinglei’s expression changed the mont Zhong Lin launched the palm, as if sensing sothing incredible.
Under the giant palm, n Qing’an’s eyes bulged. He had always relied on strength to overpower others, but now he was countered?
Elder n Qing’an’s Qi Cultivation thod was the "Treasure Image Divine Skill," with True Qi of earthy properties, dense, concealed, powerful...
The Buzhou Divine Palm was like Buzhou Mountain breaking, the sky collapsing, and earth sinking, ant to overpower with strength.
But at this mont, feeling Zhong Lin’s unknown hand skill, he finally understood the aning of true power.
In an incredible burst of speed, it exploded with an overwhelmingly frightening force, as if Zhong Lin’s palm descended with the weight of a colossal mountain.
More so than his Buzhou Divine Palm, it resembled a segnt of Buzhou Mountain breaking.
Bam!
Ti seed to stop for a mont, as n Qing’an’s figure flew out like a cannonball, crashing heavily amidst a symphony of splintering bones.
Boom!
The force surged with n Qing’an’s landing at its center, causing the earth within dozens of feet to churn and roll, large swathes of dirt and stones shooting outwards as if bombed indiscriminately, causing the surrounding trees to topple.
"Puh!"
The earth quaked and the mountains swayed, and amidst the rolling dust, n Qing’an spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his whole body erupting with countless wounds, blood gushing out, soaking the ground. He struggled montarily, but couldn’t move.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Yu Jinglei, along with two other Supre Elders, flew through the air.
"Zhong Lin, this was just a spar, yet you struck so heavily."
Elder Qi Qingfeng’s expression changed drastically upon seeing Elder n Qing’an’s injuries, angrily shouting at Zhong Lin.
Zhong Lin, too, appeared pale. That last palm strike nearly exhausted all his True Qi, and now he felt as if he might collapse at any mont.
Forcing himself to endure the weakness, Zhong Lin glanced at Qi Qingfeng and said, "Don’t worry, just a few broken bones, all superficial injuries, he won’t die."
Elder Lu Ming placed his hand on n Qing’an’s shoulder, circulating True Qi, then sighed with relief after a mont, "No serious injuries, just two broken ribs, and True Qi exhaustion. It’s nothing major. Zhong Lin retracted his power at the last mont."
After speaking, he got up and bowed to Zhong Lin, "Thank you, Zhong Lin, for restraining yourself. n Qing’an’s state of mind faltered. I apologize to you on his behalf."
With those words, he deeply bowed to Zhong Lin.
In a few breaths, Zhong Lin’s True Qi had recovered considerably. He looked down at the still prone n Qing’an and said coldly, "Martial Arts Cultivation is not about strength alone but also the heart. Lacking a state of mind, one is rely a Martial Artist."
A Martial Artist?
This junior called a Martial Artist?
Puh!
n Qing’an spat another mouthful of blood, his head tilting as he lost consciousness.
"Elder n, Elder n."
Qi Qingfeng called softly a few tis, but could only helplessly carry the unconscious n Qing’an away.
Elder Lu Ming also apologized and got up to leave.
Clap, clap, clap!
"Indeed, heroes erge among the young. Unexpectedly, Elder n, who dominated for a lifeti, fell at your hands, Zhong Lin. You are truly a genius; how I wish I had t you earlier."
Yu Jinglei sincerely praised, but there was a look of regret on his face.
"Sect Master, you have already accepted Shi Yunyi as a disciple, don’t push further. Leave so for Master!"
Zhong Lin teased.
"You little rascal... hahaha."
Yu Jinglei was also amused by Zhong Lin’s words, bursting into laughter.
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