Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 313 - 0312 What is Li Futu’s true strength?

Chapter 313: 0312 What is Li Futu’s true strength?

A massive sword flower descended from the sky, accompanied by an imposing oppression, as if it intended to blast the summit of Mount Hua open.

Just as the sword flower was about to fall on Li Futu’s head, it exploded with a loud bang, and countless rays of light shot out, dazzling to the eyes.

Boom boom boom...

The fire completely engulfed Li Futu, and the surrounding Martial Artists watching the battle, especially those with weaker strength, instinctively closed their eyes, not daring to directly witness the chaos of the streaming light.

Only a few stronger Martial Artists were unafraid of the blinding light, and after a brief blink, they fixed their stare on the situation on the battlefield.

Moments later, the blue smoke and dust settled, and countless eyes turned towards the center of the battlefield.

Had Li Futu managed to dodge this strike?

This was the question and concern in everyone’s mind.

Jian Wushuang, who had been closely watching the aftermath of the attack, frowned slightly. It seemed there was no trace of Li Futu—could he have evaded it?

Jian Wushuang shook his head, dismissing the thought. It would have been very difficult to avoid his move given the coverage of the sword flower, and he had already locked onto Li Futu’s position at the time of the strike.

There was no reason for him to have dodged it.

Huh?

Jian Wushuang noticed a figure about ten meters away from where he had attacked, slowly standing up.

Could he be unharmed?

Jian Wushuang looked at Li Futu in surprise. Li Futu seemed to be in no serious trouble, with his clothes only a little tattered, showing no signs of severe injury.

"How is that possible!" Jian Wushuang muttered to himself, somewhat unable to accept this reality.

Li Futu walked over slowly, and only then did the crowd see him clearly.

"Is he really okay?" someone exclaimed.

"Look quickly, that deep crater on the ground, and yet Li Futu is completely unscathed."

Following the direction of the gaze, everyone saw a deep crater on the ground, at least five meters deep, which spoke volumes about the terror of Jian Wushuang’s attack—it was comparable to the power of a bomb.

What shocked them the most was that Li Futu had survived this terrifying attack and had not sustained even a slight injury.

"That’s terrifying, how strong is he?" many people were impressed by Li Futu’s strength. Jian Wushuang’s earth-shattering strike, instead of defeating him, had only served to highlight Li Futu’s fearsome resilience.

Hearing the discussions of the people around him, Jian Wushuang’s face grew unsightly, his gaze emitting a cold light.

Li Futu glanced around the crowd, a trace of dust on his face, which he wiped away with the lift of his hand, and stood there quietly looking at Jian Wushuang.

"You’re very strong, beyond my expectations, but good, I will still defeat you," Jian Wushuang spoke, his trump card move having failed, did not break his resolve to continue fighting. Jian Wushuang possessed a wolf-like tenacity, determined to gnaw through the tough bone that was Li Futu.

Li Futu raised his hand, making a gesture of invitation.

Jian Wushuang’s eyes flashed with a burst of brilliance as he launched another attack.

Narrowly escaping death at the hands of Jian Wushuang, Li Futu was not prepared to defend in place.

Under Jian Wushuang’s attack, Li Futu appeared to have dodged unscathed, but only he himself knew the truth. He had been hurt, not with visible flesh wounds, but his internal organs had been affected.

The sword flower Jian Wushuang had set off above his head was such a massive offensive force that Li Futu felt it coming before it exploded. If he hadn’t been fast enough and hadn’t chosen the right direction to evade, he would have turned into a pile of bones under that attack.

Even though he had dodged the fatal blow, Li Futu was still suffering from the shock. His internal organs were still subtly quivering, with some suffering the impact and exhibiting damage.

This was an internal injury, something that would take a great deal of vital energy to recover from.

But with the great battle impending, Jian Wushuang wouldn’t give him time to recover. Li Futu could only suppress the discomfort in his body and stood up, forcing himself to remain upright.

Underneath his seemingly effortless exterior, the agony was known only to himself. Li Futu deliberately presented this uninjured facade to provoke Jian Wushuang, so that in their next exchange, he might have a chance to achieve victory.

Jian Wushuang’s sword flower move had consumed a lot of True Qi. As he attacked again, his vigor seemed as fierce as before, but the strength was slightly reduced by two degrees. Li Futu’s hands wielded his iron prayer beads, clashing with the sword, and the clinking sounds were relentless.

"Hmph, it seems you are not as comfortable as you look on the surface," Jian Wushuang noticed Li Futu was enduring discomfort to exchange blows with him, he could feel Li Futu gripping his teeth while making his moves.

"Let’s see how long you can hold on." Jian Wushuang’s swordplay sped up, his Sword Qi constantly slashing out, nearly landing on Li Futu several times.

Li Futu was slowing down, spending more time defending in place.

Swoosh, swoosh.

Two streaks of Sword Qi passed by Li Futu’s ears at high speed, cutting off a few strands of his hair.

Li Futu remained unfazed, his Vajra Prayer Beads continually spinning in his hand as he tried to entangle Jian Wushuang’s sword once again.

"How much strength can you still muster?" Jian Wushuang looked at the somewhat disheveled Li Futu and couldn’t help but laugh, his words dripping with mockery.

Li Futu didn’t get angry. His gaze was as bright as the stars, unaffected by Jian Wushuang’s sneer, his Vajra Prayer Beads parrying Jian Wushuang’s attacks neither hurriedly nor slowly.

Dozens of breaths passed by.

Jian Wushuang’s Sword Qi gradually lost its initial sharpness, and the continuous depletion of True Qi made Jian Wushuang somewhat unable to keep up.

However, it didn’t matter, as long as he defeated Li Futu, it was all worth it.

Just after thirty streaks of Sword Qi were continuously parried, Li Futu suddenly changed his tactics, going from defense to offense.

Jian Wushuang’s heart skipped a beat, sensing trouble.

"Not good." His sword missed its mark at some point, sending out a Sword Qi that cut through empty air, hitting nothing.

Where was he?

When Jian Wushuang’s thoughts were thrown into disarray, Li Futu directly threw the Vajra Prayer Beads in his hand, and Jian Wushuang’s gaze sharpened as he saw Li Futu appear below the hand holding his sword.

At that moment, the Vajra Prayer Beads flew towards him, aimed straight at Jian Wushuang’s face.

Jian Wushuang instinctively swept at it with his sword, but just as his sword made contact with the Vajra Prayer Beads, Li Futu clenched a fist seal, and a punch full of True Qi instantly struck Jian Wushuang’s armpit.

Bang!

A shadow flew out instantaneously.

Jian Wushuang immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his sword falling to the ground as he was sent flying over ten meters.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; Li Futu, who had been on the defensive, suddenly sent Jian Wushuang flying with a punch, even knocking away his sword.

He broke Jian Wushuang’s claws and teeth.

"What did I just see?"

Many were shocked at the scene before them; the previously arrogant Jian Wushuang, who had been mocking Li Futu non-stop, was suddenly sent flying to the ground, unable to get up.

The outcome of the battle was decided in an instant, catching some off guard.

From passive defense to seizing victory with a counter-attack, the series of movements were too quick for the eye to follow.

The rising star Jian Wushuang was defeated, Li Futu won, successfully holding onto his ninth-ranked title.

Ye Qiu, who had been standing outside the arena, was watching the fight intently, a ripple of emotion passing through his eyes.

The final decisive move by Li Futu that determined the victory left him shaken.

What kind of move was that?

Fist seal, True Qi, merging into one, used to attack?

Ye Qiu’s attention was absorbed in that one move made by Li Futu in an instant; in his view, Li Futu was probably much stronger than what he seemed right now.

Because the power shown in that fleeting moment felt even stronger than the sixth-ranked Fang Lianping, and that was the most surprising part for Ye Qiu.