PFC Chapter 248 Pure Yang Flame vs. Shaking Light Finger!
Chapter 248 Pure Yang Flame vs. Shaking Light Finger!
On the horizon, the last rays of sunlight were about to sink below the horizon, and twilight spread across the sky like ink.
A cold wind whipped up dust, which swirled in the low sky before quietly dissipating.
On the wasteland, tens of thousands of figures stood silently, without a sound.
The atmosphere gradually became tense and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.
In the arena, two figures stood facing each other.
Li Wudao's blue robe fluttered in the wind, his aura as a Martial King in the early stages was calm and restrained, like a deep pool of still water.
Yang Qiong, who was opposite him, had deliberately restrained the overwhelming pressure of a peak Martial King, but the sharpness of a top genius was still terrifying.
Yang Qiong looked at Li Wudao, a hint of solemnity flashing in his gentle eyes.
He slowly raised his right hand, making an ancient starting gesture—
That was a gesture of respect used by disciples of the Tianxuan Holy Land when they sparred.
"Brother Li," he said solemnly, his voice clear and melodious, "in this battle, I will suppress my cultivation to the early stage of Martial King and fight you fairly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the vast, star-like aura surrounding him quickly subsided, eventually settling at the early stage of Martial King, completely on par with Li Wudao.
This action earned the silent approval and praise of the onlookers.
"Truly worthy of being a prodigy from the Holy Land, his demeanor is extraordinary!"
Such a magnanimous spirit truly deserves the title of "prodigy"!
Li Wudao's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill. He gestured with his hand, "Brother Yang, please—"
next moment.
"boom!"
The ground beneath their feet exploded simultaneously!
Their figures clashed fiercely in the middle of the wasteland like arrows released from a bow!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull thud of fists striking palms was like the beating of war drums.
There are no fancy moves, only the purest clash of power!
Each exchange of blows unleashed visible shockwaves, sending sand and dust billowing several meters high!
Thirty moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves...
Yang Qiong grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.
Every time his fists and palms collided with his opponent, it felt as if they were striking a piece of black iron that had been forged a thousand times!
Even more terrifying was the force of the counterattack, which was extremely yang and powerful, domineering and unparalleled, causing his arm to go numb slightly!
"No wonder Shi Mao suffered such a crushing defeat..." Yang Qiong thought with a chill.
He possesses the Righteous Sacred Body, and although he is not known for his physical strength, his physique is far superior to that of other martial artists of the same realm.
But even he was struggling at this moment—this boy's physical strength was simply unlike that of a human!
"It must be resolved quickly."
His eyes narrowed, and his figure suddenly became elusive.
Since we can't gain an advantage in strength, we'll win by speed!
"call out--"
Yang Qiong stepped onto the star trails, his figure transforming into a silver streak of light, leaving countless afterimages on the wasteland.
When the speed reached its limit, it was as if seven or eight Yang Qiongs were attacking from different directions at the same time!
Tianxuan Step - Stars Shift and Dipper Turn!
The secret of the Tianxuan Holy Land, a top-tier movement technique ranking among the kings.
Legend has it that this footwork secretly aligns with the movement of the Big Dipper, and when mastered, one can transform into the seven stars, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.
A sage from a sacred land once used this footwork to escape unscathed from the siege of three Martial Emperors while still at the Martial Venerable Realm!
"So fast!"
"I can't see anything at all!"
A gasp of surprise rang out from the onlookers.
Ninety-nine percent of the martial artists only felt a blur before their eyes and then lost track of Yang Qiong, only seeing a few streaks of silver afterimages flashing in the arena.
Li Wudao's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise in his expression. "Such exquisite movement techniques, what a pity..."
Almost at the same time, his figure also disappeared.
No, to be precise, it was his way of moving that completely defied common sense.
He took only a light step, yet instantly appeared ten feet away!
Another step, and they've moved out of the center of the battle!
It was as if space had lost its meaning beneath his feet, and distance had become a concept that could be crossed at will!
Shrink to an inch!
When one's immortal powers reach perfection, one can travel ten thousand miles in a single step!
Although limited by his cultivation level, Li Wudao could not unleash even a fraction of his power, it was more than enough to deal with speed contests against Martial Kings.
"What... what kind of movement technique is this?!"
"Am I seeing things? Did he just suddenly leap ten feet away?!"
The onlookers stared wide-eyed, and many even rubbed their eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.
Yang Qiong's pupils suddenly contracted.
His Heavenly Spin Step was already a top-tier movement technique in the Eastern Wilderness, but his opponent's unpredictable and bizarre movement...
It gave him a sense of frustration, as if he didn't know where to start!
What followed made him even more uneasy.
No matter what moves he used or what angle he attacked from, Li Wudao could always defend against or dodge them perfectly!
The other person's deep eyes shimmered with a faint purple light, as if they could see through all illusions and predict all changes!
Before you know it, three hundred moves have passed.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yang Qiong's forehead.
He was somewhat discouraged to find that no matter what attack methods he tried, he couldn't gain any advantage!
This was the first time he had ever felt such overwhelming pressure from his peers, and he couldn't help but feel powerless.
The boy before me is like a bottomless abyss, unmoved by any storm!
"This won't do... We'll have to stick to those few moves..."
Yang Qiong's mind raced as he frantically searched for a solution.
He suddenly retreated twenty feet, his hands forming an ancient and complex hand seal in front of his chest.
"Brother Li, be careful."
Yang Qiong's voice became more serious than ever before, "I can no longer fully control the force of my next move, and it may hurt you."
"It's alright." Li Wudao smiled faintly, but his eyes were already burning with fighting spirit. "Bring it on."
Yang Qiong's expression turned completely solemn.
He rapidly formed hand seals, so fast that they even created afterimages.
Each hand seal contains a mysterious rhythm, as if communicating with some supreme law between heaven and earth.
As the hand seal took shape, the starlight around him suddenly intensified, dazzling and bright, illuminating the darkening wasteland as if it were daytime.
Above their heads, seven illusory stars slowly emerged, connecting with each other to form a mysterious star map!
As the star chart rotated, the vast power of the stars cascaded down like a waterfall, pouring into Yang Qiong's body.
"This is..." Shi Mao, who was watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes, as if he recognized something, and exclaimed in surprise, "'Shaking Light Finger'?! Brother Yang actually mastered it?!"
Qiao Yuan, standing beside him, was also filled with admiration and amazement: "One of the seven deadly moves recorded in the Holy Light Technique... This is a quasi-emperor technique!"
The moment the words "quasi-emperor law" were uttered, a collective gasp of astonishment filled the air.
"Hiss~ It's actually a Quasi-Emperor's Secret Technique!"
"The Heavenly Pivot Holy Land truly possesses profound resources!"
........
At this moment, Qiao Yuan continued to murmur, his voice filled with undisguised shock:
"It is said that the Holy Light Technique is obscure and difficult to understand, and the requirements for its cultivation are extremely demanding. Only those with a clear and enlightened mind can cultivate it."
"Even many elders in the Holy Land have failed to comprehend it, yet Senior Brother Yang was able to master a move at the Martial King realm. His talent... is truly unprecedented!"
"Haha, I'm afraid those arrogant guys from the Holy Land haven't even mastered a single move yet. No wonder Brother Yang doesn't bother with them..."
Shi Mao and You Rongyan said, their gazes toward Yang Qiong filled with even greater reverence.
In the field.
Yang Qiong's expression was solemn as he pointed his fingers like a sword and pointed them in mid-air!
"laugh--!"
A beam of silvery-white light, condensed to the extreme and only as thick as a hair, shot out through the air, almost imperceptible to the naked eye!
Wherever it passed, the space rippled like water, emitting a sharp shriek, as if even space itself was wailing!
Li Wudao finally changed color.
He felt an unprecedented pressure and threat.
This strike was no longer simply about power or speed, but rather contained the rudiments of a certain "law"!
He dared not be negligent in the slightest, his right palm clenched loosely, and the pure Yang essence within his body surged into operation.
The next instant, crimson-gold flames exploded in his palm.
That flame was no ordinary fire; at its core, golden patterns swirled like dragons and snakes, radiating a terrifyingly high temperature that could incinerate everything.
This is Pure Yang Flame, the ultimate Yang fire transformed from the very essence of the Pure Yang Sacred Body!
Li Wudao unleashed a palm strike, and crimson-gold flames transformed into an enraged dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the silver beam of light!
"boom--!!!"
Amidst a deafening roar, a blinding flash of light erupted!
A terrifying energy ripple swept across the wasteland centered on the two people, lifting three feet of soil off the ground and causing several nearby mounds to collapse!
The light was so intense that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.
After a long while, the light faded away.
In the center of the wasteland, a charred pit with a diameter of more than ten feet appeared.
Li Wudao took seven steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
He looked down at his palm—
The area was charred black, and a trickle of blood was slowly dripping from a fingertip, spreading a dark red hue on the scorched earth.
"I...I'm injured..."
Li Wudao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
This is the first time he has been hurt by a peer since his debut.
Although it was only a superficial injury, the nascent form of the law contained in that finger strike did indeed make him feel threatened.
"The Holy Land's legacy... truly lives up to its reputation."
He muttered to himself, and when he looked up again, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned even more intensely.
Yang Qiong, on the other hand, was deeply shocked, far more so than by the injury on Li Wudao's palm!
"Under the same level of cultivation... to withstand the Light-Shaking Finger without being defeated? This..."
He stared intently at Li Wudao, the gentleness in his eyes completely gone.
Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity, even... a hint of disbelief.
Is this boy really human, or perhaps a descendant of some peerless demon?