Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor
Chapter 161 - 161 160 Grandmaster Duel

161: Chapter 160: Grandmaster Duel 161: Chapter 160: Grandmaster Duel August 30th, a fine and sunny day!

Once a place ignored by all, Jiangxin Island is now teeming with people.

Martial Artists from across the country can be found here, including those from Africa and America.

Grandmasters are usually staunch defenders of their territories, looking down upon their domain.

Under normal circumstances, they would never initiate combat lightly.

Even if there were duels, such open conflicts were rare.

Therefore, how could these people miss out on the grand spectacle of a Grandmaster duel?

On the shore, tourists thronged.

On the river, sails competed.

Eight enormous boats, chained together, sailed toward Jiangxin Island with great momentum.

At the bow of each boat was a large cowhide drum.

On both sides stood two strapping young men in red underwear beating the drums rhythmically.

Flags emblazoned with the character “Tie” fluttered and snapped in the wind.

Clearly, this fleet was cheering for Tie Wudi.

“Beat the drums!”

A steward of the Tie Family, waving the Command Flag, shouted his order.

“Boom!

Boom!

Boom!”

“Boom!

Boom!

Boom!”

…

The echoing beat of battle drums soared to the Nine Heavens Cloud.

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a black battle robe walked on the river.

Each step created ripples on the water, blooms of lotuses emerging with every stride, as if he were a relegated immortal descending from the Nine Heavens.

Reaching the center of the river, he stood on the water’s surface.

Below him was a whirlpool spinning counterclockwise, turning the water into a mirror-like platform supporting his body.

His black battle robe fluttered without wind, and his killing intent was sky-high.

…

Everyone onshore was thoroughly shocked by the scene of the man walking on the river and standing in midair.

For the Martial Artists, it wasn’t too much of a surprise; being insiders, they had heard about the divine skills of Grandmasters.

But the tourists, especially naive girls who had never seen such a spectacle, were so astounded their mouths gaped wide enough to fit a large eggplant.

“Wow, that’s Dharma Ancestor’s feat of crossing the river on a reed.

Is, is this like shooting a martial arts TV series?”

“Water has a density of 1, according to the law of buoyancy proposed by the physicist Nicholas Zhao Si, it is not possible for humans to stand on the surface of water, this is unscientific!”

A physics prodigy from a prestigious university pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and exclaimed in disbelief.

A young Martial Artist next to him sneered: “Heh, what would a bookworm like you know?

If the physical body is cultivated to the pinnacle, running speed can match a racing car, strength enough to lift cauldrons, fists capable of splitting mountains, and even resisting cannonballs is no problem!”

Hearing his words, a girl in white asked with an admiring face: “So, you’re a Martial Artist too?”

The young man, excited by the beautiful girl looking at him with admiration, scratched his head eagerly.

“I am an eighth-level disciple who has just broken through to External Strength, becoming an Inner Strength Martial Artist!”

The girl in white, pointing to Tie Wudi standing unshaken upon the waves, asked curiously: “Can you cross the river on a reed like him?”

The young man shook his head embarrassedly and said, “Tie Wudi is already an Innate Grandmaster, how can I compare with him?”

The girl in white, curious as a child, kept asking: “Grandmaster, what’s that?

Is it very powerful?”

The young man said with a face full of admiration: “Of course, Grandmasters are like dragons, their techniques reach the sky, and their bodies can resist cannonballs.

Without the use of heavy weaponry like rockets, they simply can’t be hurt!”

The girl let out a cry of surprise: “Wow, Grandmasters are so formidable.

Since Li Chen can stand up to a Grandmaster, he must be a Grandmaster himself, right?

But I heard that he is only twenty, not even older than me.

How could he possibly be a Grandmaster?”

The young man was at a loss for words, scratching his head in embarrassment as he said: “Well…

I’m not really sure about that!”

At this moment, the thousands of onlookers were all discussing Tie Wudi and Li Chen.

Especially Li Chen, who had yet to appear, was shrouded in an air of mystique.

Everyone was curious, who exactly was this person who could contend against Tie Wudi, the Martial Arts Grandmaster who had shaken Tongzhou with his might?

While their discussions were in full swing, a solitary boat approached from the east.

Atop the boat stood a youth, with eyebrows sharp as swords and eyes bright as stars, his white garments fluttering in the wind.

At that moment, he was fishing with a rod in hand, humming a nursery rhyme.

He bore the demeanor of an expert who sits steady amidst raging storms, unaffected by the chaos around.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Tie Wudi’s pupils constricted suddenly, and a towering fury exploded from within.

“Li Chen, you finally deigned to show up!”

Li Chen cast his fishing rod and flashed Tie Wudi a grin, revealing his neat row of white teeth.

“Senior year’s tight with classes; there’s an exam every month.

Getting leave from the teacher isn’t easy, so I hope the Tie Family Master can understand!”

Hearing Li Chen’s reasoning, Tie Wudi nearly choked with rage.

A Grandmaster showdown that had stirred half of Huaxia, watched by tens of thousands—Li Chen had actually asked for leave to attend, treating it like child’s play and flagrantly slapping Tie Wudi’s face.

“Li Chen, stop your arrogant prattle and come meet your doom!”

After a bellow of rage, he took a sudden step forward, and the calm surface of the river thundered like a plain exploding, waves rolling ferociously.

The boats nearby swayed from side to side, as if they could be swallowed by the raging waves at any moment.

“Swoosh!”

Immediately, it was as if his whole person was an arrow released from the bowstring, darting forward.

His palm, sharp as a knife, cut through the water and raised a white surge dozens of yards long, creating towering waves charging towards Li Chen.

Seeing this, Li Chen habitually curled his lips disdainfully and violently cast his fishing rod.

At the hook dangled a koi, leaping like a carp crossing the Dragon Gate.

“Boom boom boom!”

The fish collided with the wave midair, like two armies clashing, a thunderous charge.

The surging waves hit like a slap, raising mounds of foam like snow.

Tie Wudi stumbled back two steps, shouting angrily: “You rascal Li Chen, you do have some skills, at least you haven’t disappointed me!”

Li Chen looked up at Tie Wudi with impatience, saying, “You talk too much.

Hurry it up; I have an exam tomorrow and no time to play with you!”

Tie Wudi was seething with rage, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

“Damnable Li Chen, you’ve insulted me time and again.

If I don’t slay you today, I, Tie Wudi, swear I’m not fit to live!”

While the murderous declaration still hovered around the river, Tie Wudi’s arms suddenly spread wide, resembling a Roc Spread Wings, soaring straight up into the Nine Heavens.

When reaching the clouds, he plunged like a hawk snatching a rabbit, directly striking towards Li Chen’s Life Gate.

The force of this palm was monumental, not just capable of felling a man, but even a mountain could be leveled.

Li Chen smiled coldly, leisurely uttering four words.

“Insect-level trickery!”

As the words left his mouth, he swung his fishing rod in the air.

Like a Jiao Long emerging from the sea, its claws and teeth bared, it met the assault head-on.

To the bystanders, Li Chen’s fishing rod seemed feathery light, with no killing power, utterly no match for Tie Wudi’s lethal move.

Seeing Li Chen so drastically underestimate him, Tie Wudi was engulfed in fury.

His palm sharp as a knife, he summoned a massive wave and with a force like sweeping up the remnants of a storm, he slammed it over…