Chapter 163

Kwao!
Martial artists who use fists tend to be vigorous and relatively unruffled. Huang Bozhong, also known as Qin Tiankai, is no exception to this rule, so he exchanged fists with himself, landing one on each other’s chest and abdomen.
“Not easy.
No matter how E Zhong looked at it, the fistfights were never pretty. Huang Bozhong’s Cry of the Wall Force is exactly what it sounds like.
Even though he was showing off the full extent of his greatness, he was still spilling over and over again.
Even though it was a clear punch, it was like water seeping into sand, and it didn’t feel exciting. He instinctively realized it.
“You’ve mastered a special martial art.”
Huang Bozhong’s words brought a smile to Shangguan Xian’s lips. It was very similar to the smile of the man named Guo Chu who had just appeared, a subordinate of his master.
“You used to look at me through an ant’s eye, but now you’ve changed your mind?”
Huang Bozhong stepped back with a stern face at the sight of Shangguan Shixiong.
“It’s ——‘s bastard.”
“You know what? Our tyrant, the Great King, trusts no one. He does as he pleases, wherever his hand goes, wherever his foot goes.”
“So what.”
“So what. He’s just as demanding as he is, and I’m just as demanding as he is.”
Poof!
Shangguan Xian’s right fist, which had just closed the distance between them, slammed into Huang Bozhong’s side. Huang Bo-joong raised his elbow to block it.
Ouch.
Seeing the expression on Shangguan Xian’s face, he realized that something was wrong.
Phew.
Hwang Bo-joong knew intuitively. His left elbow had been injured by the fist of the man who hit him.
“You don’t have to clean up corpses in the ——stage, I know why.”
“You talk a lot.”
The unperturbed Shangguan Xian added.
“Because of the blazing sun and the desert sands that will consume everything, and we.”
Shangguan Xian’s hands clenched in death.
“We are the survivors of that hell. We are not of the same quality as the rest of you, who live in the shadows.”
“—— Are you done talking?”
Huang Bozhong looked at his left elbow, rotated it a few times, and finally spoke.
“It can be used about five times.”
If Shangguan Xian’s words were true, the energy that had already permeated his left arm would have rusted the elbow joint. If it weren’t for the muscles in his arm, he wouldn’t be able to use his left arm at all.
“Fufu, yes. If you’re the head of the great Huang Bose family, you shouldn’t bluff like that. If I can’t use my other right elbow, I wonder what I’ll be able to say then——.”
Quang!
“Enough with the bluster.”
Shangguan Xian’s brow furrowed as he instinctively raised his left arm to block.
When an opponent’s right fist is aimed at your left face, left side, or left forearm, you naturally raise your left arm to block it. It was like the instinct of a boxer who mainly uses his fists.
That’s why Shangguan Xiong’s fist was able to accurately target Huang Bozhong’s left arm.
“It’s qualitatively different from those who make a living by running around.”
Shangguan Xiong instinctively raised his left arm to block Huang Bozhong’s right fist.
Kwaziik.
“I don’t think that’s what you, who don’t have any competing forces, would say. You’ve been living like animals, and it’s hard for you to understand living in a society of infinite competition.”
Huang Bozhong’s fist connected with his left elbow, and Shangguan Xian quickly drew up his strength to shake off the pain.
“At least a dozen times. Maybe five.”
Huang Bozhong shrugs his shoulders with a smile that looks a lot like Sang Sang-sik-en’s. Then he rips off his plain shirt, which seems to be sculpted from every single muscle fiber.
“Same conditions now, I suppose.”
At that, Shangguan Xian’er snorted loudly and stomped the ground. At that, Huang Bozhong also stomped the ground.
Kwang!
Their left fists clashed in the air, releasing a powerful Qi wave.
* * *
Guo Qiu’s palm strike was like a sandy desert, sucking out all the life force. The floor he stepped on cracked and crumbled, and even the grass that grew everywhere he touched withered and dried up.
“Funny.”
Guo Qiu’s expression turned strange.
“You keep dodging me like that? Is the reputation of the Chang Tian Divine Sword all a lie?”
Even after such an obvious provocation, Namgung remains unmoved. It was only a matter of time before his teeth chattered.
As a man with a quick temper and a need to do what he wants to do, he could not tolerate being held back like Namgung Mu Baek.
So.
“Let’s fight just as hard as they did. Huh?”
“You talk so much when you’re practicing magic. If that’s the case, I won’t be able to practice magic even if I die.”
Nangong Mubai said,
“Hah.”
Guo Qiu’s body stretches like a rubber band, and then he leaps forward, his gaze locked on Nangong Mu Baek’s as he spreads his hands in pursuit.
In a blink of an eye, the newcomer disappeared, and before he knew it, he had blocked Namgung Mu Baek’s retreat, and his palm was stretched out in front of his nose.
Thud!
The sword face was raised, and the palm of the hand that had blocked Nangong Mu Bai’s way was thrust out with the intention of breaking even the sword.
Kwaji Ji Ji Ji.
It was only a single collision, but the collision of their internal forces instantly turned the atmosphere in the air into a scorching desert, and the ground they were stepping on cracked and cracked like glass shattering in all directions.
The incontinent floor was slipping away, and his breathing gradually slowed as he dodged Guo Qiu’s techniques with concise movements. Guo Qiu laughed as he realized what was amusing him so much.
“Not yet. Not yet.”
This abnormal, flow-stealing technique was far from the Zheng Sect’s martial arts, and was more like a typical Sect’s martial art.
Saaaaah. Laryngeal slap.
Guo Qiu’s palm swept past, and the sleeves of Nan Gong Mu Bai’s robe were sliced off, and in an instant, the top he was wearing was reduced to a piece of rag.
“You look good.”
It was an attack that focused on practical change rather than flamboyance, pressuring Namgung Mu Baek without a break, blocking his path, cutting off his escape, and narrowing his radius of action.
At the same time.
“——whoops.”
After dozens of rounds of combat, the air around them turned into a desert-like flow of air, and every now and then, Nangong Mu Bai felt that he had to take a deep breath.
His eyes sank, and the world around him was quickly reduced to ruins as he moved with a fluidity that defied the laws of inertia, despite his petite frame.
The result.
With a crash, the broken sword hilt, the sword that Nan Gongmu Baek was holding, turned into a handful of sand and fell down.
Pfft!
The palm of his hand landed on his abdomen, causing him to retreat eight steps and stagger backwards.
“How long are you going to stay like that?”
“——.”
“Ah. Well, your family is fine in Anhui, so it’s okay, but what can we do about it? Anhui won’t be fine either——.”
As he was saying that, a flash of light entered Guo Qiu’s eyes.
Swoosh!
It was a swift and devastatingly practical sword strike that would have cut both his eyes out and blinded him if he hadn’t instinctively pulled back his hindquarters. A blue afterimage remained and vanished into thin air, but only after hearing it did Guanqiu instinctively realize.
“Say it again.”
The Southern Palace’s backstabber was none other than family.
He felt a trickle of hot blood flowing down his forehead, and his smile deepened.
Found it.
I found the power to move him.
Madness flashed through his eyes as he realized he could finally fight properly.
“If you don’t kill me right here and now,” he said, ”I’ll ravage all of your bitches, and I’ll cut off the limbs of all of your children, enslave them, and then throw them away like dogs.”
Then, in a flash, it fell on his head.
Emperor Sword Form. The First Solar Eclipse.
Emperor Limbo.
A light cloud of feet, but a myriad of soaring swords.
Shangguan Shixiong, Huang Bozhong, and the Long Man of Divination.
And countless demons of the Great Curtain and martial artists of the Zheng Sect halt.
Clang!
* * * *
What was so urgent?
“I, the sixteenth great disciple of the Volcano Sect, Huai Yujin, will show you the essence of the Great Mountain. It will oxidize and crumble, but the spirit of the volcano will remain here forever. ”
The eyes of the Volcano Sect master, Yushin, turned wide, his ever-changing sword poisonous, and his anger at the sacrifice of his trusted and unquestioning disciple.
Anger is a passionate and irrational emotion, but when it is overwhelmed, it turns cold.
A pounding heart and a cold brain.
There is no better state for the wielder of the sword than that.
The purple divine energy at the tip of the blade has become powerful. His sword, which had been ready to strike whenever the Reaper Blood Maiden’s flesh was stretched out, struck her as quickly as ever.
“—–kwim.”
A short, urgent voice burst from the Reaper Blood Maiden Ban Yihua’s mouth. It wasn’t good, and the Acolyte she saw was urgent to defend himself. But the situation had changed.
The power at the tip of his sword had shifted to an attack. He was so out of touch with his own body and so intent on inflicting a fatal wound on the Reaper Blood Maiden that Ban Yi Hua could not help but panic.
If only she were the head of a sect called the Four Blood Lilies,
he was the long-lived master of the prestigious Volcanic Mountain, a man who could not be cut by a sword.
Now that he was so intent on his endeavor, even she, with her notoriety as the Reaper Blood Maiden, couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
And most annoying of all.
“Na-mu-a-mi-ta-bul!”
Boom!
A pillar of golden light slammed into her shoulder. It was the opposite of the Reaper Blood Maiden’s aura, a strong and powerful aura of the highest order. Her aura, which had once earned her the respect of the entire Zhongyuan with the two letters of her name in the star sign of the gods, was now grabbing at her ankles, first with the death of the Queen’s Mafia, then with the death of the Netherblood Carpenter, and now with her own. If she let her guard down, her body would be crushed.
Substitute, substitute.
Ban Yihua was full of things he couldn’t understand. The Volcano Sect’s master was unable to comprehend the swords that were being thrown at him as he threw his body down for the deaths of only a couple of his disciples.
It was a wonder to the Reaper Blood Maiden Ban Yihua that she could be so distracted in the face of the sword of the Greatest Swordsman of the Four Evil Heavenly Lords, the Great Evil Heavenly Swordsman named Galping.
A swordsman who seems to have lost the world,
and the monk pouring out his powers.
Ban Yi Hua felt that perhaps this moment, this moment of confidence.
He felt like he might fall apart.