The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 458 - 270 "Gong Ziyu", Dead

Chapter 458: Chapter 270 "Gong Ziyu", Dead

Through the recent exchange, Si Haofeng could sense that "Gong Ziyu’s" True Qi was as vast as the ocean. Although it was somewhat mixed and its quality couldn’t surpass his own, the amount was far greater.

"How did he cultivate such immense True Qi?" Si Haofeng shook his head in disbelief.

"Senior Si, is he difficult to defeat?" Feng Jiu asked anxiously.

In the previous clash, Si Haofeng had suddenly attacked, whereas "Gong Ziyu" had been forced to respond hastily. Yet even so, he had managed to block Si Haofeng’s signature move.

This situation was indeed worrying.

"No matter," Si Haofeng shook his head, "in the Innate Realm, such a large amount of True Qi, even if only half, could make one unmatched. But in the Divine Origin Realm, a martial artist’s strength is not measured by the amount of True Qi."

Spirit, essence, Qi—True Qi only accounts for one of these elements; although the opponent has such immense True Qi, he can only gain an advantage in that aspect.

"This too could kill you."

"Gong Ziyu’s" figure suddenly shifted, appearing as if four people were standing at once, manifesting in front of Si Haofeng and Feng Jiu. Eight palms struck simultaneously, the shadows of his palms unpredictable and covering the sky.

"Ha, wishful thinking."

Si Haofeng’s palms once again stirred up a fierce wind, ’Gentleman Wind’ struck again, "The virtue of a gentleman is like wind, the virtue of a petty man is like grass, and the grass bends under the wind."

The palm wind was endless, and within the palms was a mighty air that eradicated all pettiness and evil, vigorously slicing through the massive True Qi with several strikes.

The overwhelming palm winds gathered, Si Haofeng stepping forward with each palm strike, forcing "Gong Ziyu" to continuously retreat.

"Your True Qi is strong, but your Divine Origin is weak; you completely cannot control such immense True Qi. Perhaps some martial artists in the early stages or middle stages of Divine Origin would lose to you, but for me, defeating you is effortless."

As he spoke, Si Haofeng’s palms gathered momentum, the energy concentrated in his palms as he powerfully struck out.

"Damn it," bloody redness seeped from under the bronze mask, "Gong Ziyu" shouted angrily, "I will not lose."

Qiankun Great Shifting.

Endless suction pulled everything nearby; "Gong Ziyu" used all his immense True Qi, his right palm like a black hole, attracting rocks, trees, and his enemies.

"Ah—"

From behind, a scream emerged from the carriage. The strong suction lifted the carriage, hurling it toward "Gong Ziyu."

Feng Jiu quickly channelled his True Qi into his feet, anchoring them into the earth to stop his forward motion, his hands moving in mysterious arcs to snatch from above the two screaming women passing overhead in the carriage.

"Ah—"

Feng Chuhuan still kept screaming, but when Feng Jiu grabbed her, a blush appeared on Si Qingwei’s fair face.

’Two Dragon Heads’ Bewitching Technique seems quite effective,’ Feng Jiu glanced at the blush and thought to himself.

Even he hadn’t expected the Yin Demon Sect to have a Bewitching Technique specifically for women. Feng Jiu, with his cultivation in the Divine Origin Realm, quietly used the Bewitching Technique and subtly influenced Si Qingwei’s feelings, which turned out to be quite effective.

Feeling slightly proud inside, yet outwardly, Feng Jiu still anxiously shouted: "Senior Si, I can hardly hold on any longer."

"Ninth Prince, you still need more training."

Compared to Feng Jiu, Si Haofeng seemed rooted to the earth, his upright figure remaining immobile even against the powerful suction.

He took steady steps forward, one footprint after another, his clothes stirred by the gravity, yet his figure remained unshaken.

"Boom—"

A strong gust of wind rose again and blew away the invisible force of attraction.

"Although Si Haofeng is no longer as strong as me, when it comes to the harmony of the Three Elements, he is ahead of me," a figure with white hair atop a distant mountain murmured to himself, watching the battle between Si Haofeng and "Gong Ziyu."

"The reason he hasn’t started his breakthrough is that he has a mental block,"

Qing Yu pinpointed the crux of Si Haofeng’s issue with a single comment.

Si Haofeng had already harmonized the Three Elements and refined his spirit to a perfect fit, yet he still lacked that bit of unison with the Great Dao.

This issue was precisely his mental block, perhaps even a mental barrier.

"If he could break through to the True Pill, he would be an invaluable ally."

Si Haofeng subtly expressed his good intentions towards Feng Jiu, which Qing Yu naturally could not miss. These upright gentlemen were the easiest to read.

"Attracting such an ally, Feng Jiu’s acting skills have become even more masterful," Qing Yu shook his head and smiled, "But this fight, it should end now."

"Using the ’Black Heaven Book’ to create a Tribulation Slave, a shortcut to Refining God, and the ’Absorption Technique’ to absorb the True Qi of twenty Divine Origin Realm martial artists, plus countless Innate Realm martial artists True Qi, logically speaking, the True Energy should be more than double that of Zhu Wushi, yet to be defeated so effortlessly, I don’t know whether to say the Absorption Technique has too many flaws, or Si Haofeng is too strong."

"Sigh."

Taking a deep sigh once more, Qing Yu’s mind activated, beginning to summon "Gong Ziyu" to retreat.

On the mountain path, "Gong Ziyu" released both palms, two opposing suction forces, deliberately incited by him, twisted towards the rear where Feng Jiu, Si Qingwei, and Feng Chuhuan were.

Under this twisting force, perhaps Feng Jiu would remain unscathed, but Feng Chuhuan and Si Qingwei might not be so lucky.

Si Haofeng saw this scene and could no longer preserve his slowly accumulated power, his Thousand Miles technique activated, his body dashed towards "Gong Ziyu," his piercing palm winds transformed into blades, slashing directly at "Gong Ziyu’s" head.

"Gong Ziyu", seeing this, his eyes glinting, guided by a certain thought in his heart, his True Qi suddenly transformed, embodying the cycle of life and death, absorbing the palm wind as propulsion, and combined with his own power, he swiftly moved away.

"Ha ha, Si Haofeng, you cannot kill me. Soon, I shall make you pay."

"Gong Ziyu" shouted with feigned madness, as if he was unmatched.

However, while he spoke, "Gong Ziyu" felt the tremendous True Qi within his body recede like the tide, an endless itchy void from deep within his body, and endless suffering consumed him.

"What is happening?" he cried out in distraction.

"Ha ha, Gong Ziyu, you’ve finally fallen into a trap."

A wild laughter came from nearby bushes, Feng Chaonan holding a fiery red spherical object, facing the suddenly stiff "Gong Ziyu," "Die!"

The spherical object suddenly unfolded, a Fire Phoenix leaped into view, majestic, noble, with a hint of murderous intent.

"Gong Ziyu" could smell the death lurking behind the dazzling beauty of the Fire Phoenix.

"Phoenix Wings."

The Fire Phoenix flapped its wings vigorously, its figure sharply dispersed, transforming into thousands of fiery blades, tracing a beautiful fiery trajectory in the air, shooting towards "Gong Ziyu," already nearly collapsing from agony.

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