Capítulo 1298: Chapter 9: The World’s Number 1 Grandmaster (Double Chapter, Part 3)
As soon as the words reached the word “instead,” his figure instantly split into shimring shadows, suddenly rushing forward. By the ti Wang Anfeng reacted, this person had already appeared beside him, right palm poised like a sword, viciously aiming at his waist.
Wang Anfeng’s expression remained calm as he raised his hand to block, his Qi chanism exploding with a roar.
Boom!
The two Fourth Rank Martial Artists obediently guarding at the foot of the mountain suddenly raised their heads, witnessing an explosion of crimson-gold fla atop the three-thousand-zhang-high Jade Pot Mountain, their expressions dramatically changing.
Helian Pan restrained his horse, stunned alongside the Iron Cavalry behind him.
The Qi chanism blazed like fire raining from the cloudy sky, dotting Jade Pot Mountain, the srizing scene reminding him of stories heard in his youth.
Soone once gambled, living on the mountain without food or drink, for more than thirty years.
The man raised his hand, his fingernails grown over an inch long, resembling sharp blades. Yet when he just stabbed Wang Anfeng’s waist, a tallic ring echoed, and more than half his fingernails shattered.
Never encountering such resilient vital points, the white-robed man hesitated, unable to change his move imdiately.
Wang Anfeng’s Qi chanism abruptly solidified, a silent palm overturning, embodying the “Ten Powers of Tathagata,” and the wrath of the Buddha. Coupled with the air of the Zixiao Palace Immortal, it struck heavily on the man’s head.
A muffled thud echoed once more.
Wang Anfeng flinched at the pain in his temple; his palm seed to hit countless steel needles, quickly withdrawing. The “Ten Powers of Tathagata” could crumble small mountains, but against this man’s skull, it rely reddened the scalp, and he seed unaffected, casually delivering a flat palm at Wang Anfeng.
Wang Anfeng managed to retreat half a step, forcibly channeling Qi to counter the palm.
When their palms t, it was like a storm erupted beside them.
After several breaths, Wang Anfeng imdiately retreated; he relied on the Divine Martial Sword to temporarily reach the Upper Third Rank, yet with such abundant Qi chanism, utilizing the Prajna Palm Technique, he was unexpectedly disadvantaged, feeling the opponent’s Qi chanism deep and seemingly endless.
The white-robed man’s deanor remained unchanged, stepping forward for the second ti, his montum swelling.
Wang Anfeng’s expression stayed calm. He raised his hand to ‘draw out’ the Divine Martial Sword, unabashedly revealing his identity, stabbing with a sword, imdiately employing his self-mastered swordsmanship for Deliverance, a cyan Sword Gang shooting up like a cot, which the man bluntly received, leaving only a few small holes in his sleeve and a bloodied wound on his arm, which healed in an instant.
Wang Anfeng slashed horizontally once more.
The second sword move, “The Great Wind Rises.”
The white-robed man tore off a section of his garnt.
They exchanged crazily at an alarming frequency in a short ti. Wang Anfeng, born with naturally profound Qi, coupled with Wu Changqing’s years of ticulous care, utilizing the Divine Martial Sword, wielding the two world-renowned sword techniques, Deliverance and The Great Wind Rises, in his left hand the Prajna Palm Technique and the Ten Powers of Tathagata.
Combining high-level moves, like holding one’s breath, he fiercely unleashed them.
Earlier, he told Hong Luoyu, back in Royal City, he couldn’t unleash a full-strength strike to repel the Grandmaster’s sword.
Yet facing the Grandmaster that day, the initial Deliverance was followed by The Great Wind Rises, then the Prajna Palm, and another chain of Deliverance moves would leave the opponent flustered and retreating, but the man before him executed ordinary moves, yet could firmly withstand Wang Anfeng’s strikes.
The imnse pressure akin to a towering mountain reminded him of seeing his Master for the first ti.
The white-robed man ca again, arms bared.
Wang Anfeng gathered energy for another Deliverance.
This ti, he forcibly extracted even more Qi chanism. Cyan Sword Gang shot from the mountain; the renowned white-robed man’s face showed surprise once more, stepping aside, and snatching the Sword Gang, then exerting slightly.
With a crisp sound, the Sword Gang capable of Delivering Grandmasters shattered.
Wang Anfeng inhaled deeply, about to unleash the next move, when a figure erged from the white-robed man’s shadow. The Qi barely perceptible, like thin snow, unnoticed by both, then a gray line erupted, stabbing toward the man’s temple.
Even facing the Divine Martial Deliverance earlier, the white-robed man’s deanor slightly changed.
He didn’t release the lethal Deliverance, raising his left hand, his broad palm blocked the gray light, easily pierced through. Instantly turning his wrist, ignoring the rapidly expanding palm injury, he pushed the attacker away from his vital point.
At this mont, the restrained Deliverance directed Wang Anfeng’s body to pivot, launching fiery force from his left palm with a faint Qilin roar, the Prajna Palm’s superior move, carrying the Qi chanism from the Divine Martial Sword’s Qilin Lock, steadily smashed into the man’s heart.
Three strikes, all executed instantly; even a Grandmaster would endure heavy losses under such vicious techniques.
The white-robed man finally retreated a step.
Strike while the iron is hot, lose montum, exhaust in the third.
The Qi chanism near the Realm of the Sky instantly dispersed.
Wang Anfeng swiftly retracted his sword, the Divine Martial Sword turning tangible, returning to him, while simultaneously, the silhouette who unexpectedly attacked the white-robed man glided toward him, dressed in black, expression wooden, yet bearing crystal brown eyes—Helian Lianyang’s friend, ng Huai.
Are they Northern Hun’s people?
A thought flashed through Wang Anfeng’s mind; he imdiately threw the key in his hand, perfectly landing in the recess, Qi chanism erupting, with the entire Jade Pot Mountain as the formation’s center, a grand array constructed with multiple qi-bearing quasi-divine weapons expanded.
Wang Anfeng and his companion were directly swallowed by it, vanishing without a trace.
The white-robed man barely managed to gather Qi to strike with a palm, then was blocked outside. While his arrival had been swift and silent, embodying the complete Master Realm, now he stood in rags, left hand pierced, right nails completely shattered, undeniably woeful.
Raising his hand, he saw the clear sword scars on his palm and the sharp Sword Intent etched within.
Even with his formidable regin, recovery was exceptionally slow.
The white-robed man murmured:
“I have stayed thirty years…”
“Are the youth now so fierce?…”
Another voice sounded.
“Perhaps it’s ti to venture down?”
Another person erged from the wind and snow, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, remarkably pleasant, resembling the white-robed man in features, bearing identical Qi chanism. Both n had bare heads, sharing a solemn countenance; aside from age, they seed like one person.
Standing before the array, gazing at the sprawling grasslands below, the boy spoke.
“The person I once wagered with is likely dead.”
The white-robed man replied:
“Those aware of this matter are dead, thus not breaking any promises.”
The boy shook his head, then nodded, glancing at the array enveloping Jade Pot Mountain; and both looked towards the Central Plains, lingering before decisively sweeping his sleeve, heading down the mountain.
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