Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 639 - 638 Combined Attack Technique

Chapter 639: Chapter 638 Combined Attack Technique

Su Yang’s heart skipped a beat, but before he could react, the twelve blade auras aimed at his side suddenly collided with one another.

It wasn’t that they collided at the same time, but in a sequence, one after another, each one propelling the next. To the onlookers, it seemed as if the twelve blade auras struck at once. But in fact, they collided in succession, just like the intervals at which their bearers had launched them!

Su Yang’s eyes widened as he finally understood why these twelve had attacked in such an order. So that was the reason.

Before Su Yang could react, something unexpected happened again. When the twelve blade auras collided, their direction naturally changed instantly, and at last, they aligned with the blade aura rushing toward him, striking the one aimed at him head-on.

Su Yang was dumbfounded; the process was simply unimaginable. Thirteen blade auras appeared to come at him in a haphazard fashion, with only one targeting him. But who could have imagined that after the twelve blade auras collided in mid-air, they would end up pointing directly at him, even fusing with the thirteenth? It was truly miraculous!

To achieve such, one must have an extremely precise grasp of both position and timing. Otherwise, it would be utterly impossible.

No wonder they were said to be trained by the Lian Family’s Terrestrial Immortal. This time, Su Yang truly realized the fearsome prowess of the Terrestrial Immortals!

After the twelve blade auras merged with that one, they transformed into a massive blade aura that tore through the sky, rushing toward Su Yang.

Su Yang drew in a sharp breath; the thirteen blade auras had collided without losing any strength and even merged together. In other words, it was as if the combined strength of thirteen individuals was bearing down on him, the power naturally becoming exceedingly terrifying!

In that moment, Su Yang quickly bellowed, "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

Instantly, Su Yang’s body rapidly increased in size, transforming into twice the size of an ordinary person.

But still, it was too late, the blade aura had already cleaved toward him.

Su Yang, unable to gather the Buddhist Vajra Body in time, had no choice but to throw a punch with all his might, colliding with the blade aura.

The instant he clashed with the blade aura, Su Yang knew he had underestimated the power of this strike.

This strike was not just a simple collaboration between thirteen people, nor was it a mere fusion of their collective strength.

Su Yang might have been able to fend off the combined strength of thirteen people, just barely.

But the power of this strike was far more terrifying than the fusion of thirteen individuals’ strength, at least several times stronger.

Su Yang’s punch did nothing to stop the blade aura; he was knocked back several steps. He had no chance to strike back when the blade aura already reached his chest. With a thunderous crash, it smashed through the wall behind him as well, a cloud of dust rising to obscure Su Yang’s figure from sight.

Everyone present watched this scene unfold, utterly shocked by what had occurred. Especially people like Lin Feng and Cheng Bingyan, who had clashed with Su Yang before, were now completely dumbfounded.

The blade aura’s unstoppable force was clearly visible to all. It struck Su Yang’s fist, causing his arm to droop down, covered in blood, which showed the immense power of the strike.

Now, with the blade aura having struck squarely on Su Yang’s chest, did he have any hope of surviving?

Lian Qianjun was the first to laugh triumphantly, "Hmph, Master Su of Pingnan Province, that’s all you’ve got. Under the hands of the Lian Family’s Thirteen Hawks, you didn’t block even one move, and you dare claim to be the first in both Pingnan and Pingbei?"

The rest of the crowd joined in with their laughter, except Elder Huo furrowed his brow, and others like Huo Qianfang, Lin Zhenshan, and Jeang Zier were panic-stricken. Had Su Yang truly died?

"I think that Su Yang was completely lucky in defeating Elder He last time. With his strength, how could he compete with Elder He!"

"Yes, Elder He was able to withstand twenty moves against the Lian Family’s Thirteen Hawks, and he couldn’t even last one round. I really don’t know how he won last time!"

"Don’t you all understand? Last time, it was all because Ye Jiansheng had interfered from behind the scenes!"

The crowd was noisy, especially the family heads, who felt indignant, believing that Su Yang’s victory that one time was a fluke.

Lian Qianjun waved his hand, "This is different. Elder He could withstand twenty moves against the Lian Family’s Thirteen Hawks because he knew the situation when the Thirteen Hawks joined forces. He watched as I, from the Lian Family, trained the Thirteen Hawks, so he was very clear about their tactics. When the Thirteen Hawks made their moves, Elder He mostly avoided them, hardly ever engaging directly, which is how he barely managed to hold out for twenty moves. But this Su Yang, knowing nothing, of course couldn’t block even one strike against the Thirteen Hawks!"

The crowd suddenly realized, and Patriarch Wu sneered, "This Su Yang dared to take a hit head-on from the Lian Family’s Thirteen Hawks, heh, what an overconfident newborn calf!"

"The kid’s dead, so does our agreement with Pingnan Province still stand?" someone asked.

"Yeah, the winner of the Dragon Head Meeting in May is dead, do we still have to follow the rules set by the Hou Family?"

"Follow my ass! If the Hou Family wants to set rules, let them present someone who can convince us. Otherwise, we’ll hold another Dragon Head Meeting and choose again!"

The crowd was clamoring, and even before confirming Su Yang’s death, they were already discussing how to deal with Pingnan Province.

Just then, a startled cry from Huo Qianfang came from the other side, "Su Yang, you... how are you?"

Everyone immediately turned their heads in surprise. Su Yang wasn’t dead?

The dust had almost settled, and among the dissipating dust, they could clearly see a figure standing within.

Had Su Yang not fallen?

Everyone was astonished, and as the dust finally cleared, they could see Su Yang’s full appearance.

Aside from the bloody marks on his right arm, there was no particular change in Su Yang. The clothing over his chest was torn in a large area, clearly the result of being struck by the blade’s energy just now.

But that was only the outer clothing that was torn; the underclothes were completely undamaged. As for Su Yang, he was unharmed, as if the blade hadn’t struck him at all.

"How... how can this be?" Lian Qianjun couldn’t help but be astonished, and everyone else was dumbfounded.

Being struck directly on the chest with a blade, shouldn’t he be dead or at least severely injured by now? What was this situation? He should be lying down, not standing!

Those with sharp eyes clearly saw that Su Yang still had a small creature wriggling in his hand.

This little creature was none other than the Little Turtle Su Yang had brought from the Divine Farmer Sect.

The small creature was tumbling about wildly in the palm of Su Yang’s hand, its four little flippers scrambling and rolling, radiating pure