Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 170 - 30: Headshot

Chapter 170: Chapter 30: Headshot

The person arriving was Hou Sixian, entrusted by Pei Zeqi to protect Master Ding.

He had hurried here at the fastest speed, but it was still too late.

Seeing Pei Zhangjie being killed by the opponent’s fist cannon, his heart suddenly chilled.

If even Pei Zhangjie was forcibly killed, then Master Ding’s situation was likely dire.

"Give up your life."

Hou Sixian’s eyes turned cold, and his long sword flickered like a serpent’s tongue, making three quick strikes towards Yang Diancang’s face.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three flashes of fire appeared.

Yang Diancang’s expression was calm. His hands, at some unknown time, quietly revealed a pair of iron bracers, easily blocking the three stabbing swords.

"I’ve heard that Elder Hou Sixian of the Pei family, at such a young age, has already stepped into the late stage of Condensing Essence, with masterful swordsmanship." Yang Diancang said calmly, "It seems true."

Hou Sixian retreated, landing five zhang away.

"Bai Mei Tiebi, Yang Diancang?" He carefully observed his opponent, and his face immediately flashed a serious expression.

"The second-tier secret formula is in his hands!" He realized abruptly upon seeing the wooden box clasped in Yang Diancang’s hands again.

"Leave the secret formula, or you’ll never leave the Pei family!" Hou Sixian’s long sword emitted a humming sound as he pointed directly at Yang Diancang.

"Who can stop me here today?" Yang Diancang’s face showed a hint of arrogance. "Just you, a Condensing Essence seventh grade?"

Yang Diancang shook his head slightly, ignoring the killing intent in Hou Sixian’s eyes as he nonchalantly opened the wooden box to check the secret formula inside.

After all, seeing is believing. If there was no secret formula in the box, wouldn’t it be a big mistake?

With a slight force of his fingers, he tore off the copper lock.

"It’s empty!"

Seeing the empty wooden box, Yang Diancang was instantly filled with rage.

Yang Diancang’s heart suddenly moved: "It’s on Pei Zhangjie’s body!"

Yang Diancang’s face showed a trace of satisfaction as he closed the wooden box again, intending to seize Pei Zhangjie’s corpse first.

But Hou Sixian had already captured the fleeting anger in his pupils.

"The secret formula is still on Pei Zhangjie!" Hou Sixian’s mind quickly interpreted, instantly understanding the situation.

Shush!

The long sword in his hand suddenly flashed with a cold light as he launched himself toward Yang Diancang.

Yang Diancang noticed Hou Sixian’s sudden movement, realizing his disguise was ineffective.

Crack.

Yang Diancang crushed the wooden box in his grip.

"Since you’re so persistent, I’ll send you to hell today!" Yang Diancang roared in fury, his body inexplicably expanding.

Clang, clang, clang!

The clash of iron resounded continuously as the two engaged in dozens of exchanges in an instant.

The two clashed again, both surprised by each other’s displayed combat prowess.

"I underestimated you!" Yang Diancang, his chest heaving, looked deeply at Hou Sixian. "You are already Condensing Essence eighth grade, and your intent seems to have touched that threshold!"

As Yang Diancang fought Hou Sixian, he felt his fist intent unable to withstand the sword intent, faintly being suppressed by the latter.

He instantly understood that Hou Sixian’s cultivation of intent was more profound than his own.

"Such a talent has emerged in this desolate place!" Yang Diancang thought, a hint of shock crossing his mind.

The first state of intent, the state of nothingness. Many only begin to touch upon it at the peak of Condensing Essence.

As a long-time criminal in Upper City, he knew that reaching the threshold of the first state without completing Condensing Essence was extremely rare, even in Martial Academy and all of Baiyan City.

At Condensing Essence eighth grade, with profound intent comprehension, the gap with his own peak Condensing Essence ninth grade was minimal!

"This one cannot be left alive, or he’ll become a future threat." Yang Diancang’s gaze at Hou Sixian turned cautious.

He swung his iron fists, closing in aggressively.

Yang Diancang instantly showcased his astonishing strength. As he punched, waves seemed to appear in the air, rushing towards Hou Sixian.

However, Hou Sixian didn’t confront the heavy fist power directly, knowing he couldn’t resist it.

Hou Sixian’s form flickered, like willow in the wind, narrowly avoiding the heavy blow.

Then, his long sword danced, the tip lightly tapping, transforming into countless sword lights like sparkling stars, attacking Yang Diancang.

Seeing this, Yang Diancang crossed his arms, swirling them like two iron gates to protect his vital spots.

Clang, clang, clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed endlessly, sparks scattering, as he used the Illusion Cloud Fist Technique to forcibly defend against the dense sword rain.

"Wind Thunder Illusion Cloud."

Yang Diancang roared in anger, swinging his arms to create residual shadows. Complex patterns of rain and thunder appeared again, pressing down on Hou Sixian.

Hou Sixian’s eyes shone like cold stars, instantly discerning the real from the illusion in the shadowy fists. He moved like a swallow, weaving through Yang Diancang’s attacking gaps, each evasive action appearing calm and poised.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two entangled and collided continuously.

They were both top-level Condensing Essence experts of the Sunfire realm, their clash causing energy to wreak havoc, creating a massive commotion.

The two kept moving, and unknowingly, they both reached another garden.

On the winding path, a young man in a black robe holding a long blade was walking slowly.

"Is this the late stage of Condensing Essence?"

Lin Yuan’s eyes slightly moved, already sensing that their battle was several times more ferocious than Shen Wanpo’s peak mid-stage Condensing Essence combat.

Their battle, neither off track, landed directly in his path.

Their figures interwove and flew over the garden. Yang Diancang’s fist winds stirred up gusts, while Hou Sixian’s sword light was delicate and continuous like flowing water.

"Sunset Star Sword, Star Falling Sword Light!"

Hou Sixian thrust his sword, the tip gathering dazzling light, aiming straight at Yang Diancang’s heart.

A glimmer of resolve flashed in Yang Diancang’s eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, crossing his arms to forcefully take the sword head-on.

Slash!

Sparks exploded at the point of their clash.

The sword hummed softly, with a crisp sound, failing to break through Yang Diancang’s defense.

"Such profound skill, this old fiend!" Hou Sixian couldn’t help but exclaim.

Despite his utmost confidence in his own skills, after battling Yang Diancang for so long, he hadn’t gained any advantage.

This left him utterly astounded.

Hou Sixian suddenly recalled the figure that abruptly appeared on the road, stirring his mind.

"Hey you, join me in capturing this fiend!" Hou Sixian gave a light shout.

He and Yang Diancang were evenly matched, but with someone to break the stalemate, he was confident he could take Yang Diancang’s head in one strike.

"Hmph!"

Yang Diancang’s face changed. How could he possibly give Hou Sixian such a chance? His eyes swept over the newcomer, murder in his gaze.

His body already in motion, transformed in an instant into a beast striking for prey, rushing towards Lin Yuan.

"Hou Sixian wants me to act?"

Lin Yuan stood on the road, slightly raising his head. He instantly recognized the figure as Hou Sixian, a shining star of the Pei family, whom he had seen a few times from afar.

Plus, deliberating it, Pei Suxian had done him many favors. After all, the help from Xie Wanxin all originated from this elder.

"I’ve heard Hou Sixian’s martial skill is at Condensation Realm Seventh Grade. And this is my first fight against such a level, I must be cautious. I still have to deal with the Hong family later, I can’t afford any impact!"

Various thoughts surfaced in Lin Yuan’s mind as he watched Yang Diancang swiftly attacking him.

"In that case, I’ll at least use eighty percent of my strength."

"Come on!" A murderous glint flashed in Lin Yuan’s eyes: "Let me see exactly what a late-stage Condensation Realm is made of!"

"Scarlet Spirit, unleash!"

Slash!

His robe suddenly exploded into tatters.

A tremendous shadow instantly cast over the snow.

Only to see Lin Yuan’s body suddenly swell beyond seven feet, a pair of scarlet eyes shooting out divine light in an instant. The veins all over his body burst explosively, muscles knotting like crimson molten iron.

A hallucinatory blood mist emanated constantly around him, as if a shroud on a volcanic peak, ready to spew forth endless magma contained within.

The mist under the colossal shadow at his feet expanded and billowed, melting all the thick snow with its furnace-like heat, revealing the black earth beneath.

"Come! Let me see what a Condensation Realm Seventh Grade is made of!" a hoarse voice echoed.

Bang!

The earth beneath his feet flew upwards, as his massive figure vanished in an instant.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Flying forward, Yang Diancang’s eyes suddenly narrowed, shocked by the enormous transformation before him.

Clearly, in his memory, he had never seen anyone undergo such a remarkable change.

Moreover, the condensed energy emanating from the opposite figure felt comparable to a Third Stage Martial Artist.

A chilling sensation surged from the soles of his feet, rushing to his forehead!

"So fast!"

Yang Diancang could only feel the light in his eyes suddenly blocked, the enormous body reaching him at an inconceivable speed!

"What, what is this monster!"

"Run, run! Unbeatable, unbeatable!" Yang Diancang’s heart trembled, his pupils shrinking to needle points as the shadow neared.

Just as Yang Diancang hadn’t yet landed.

Swish!

The immense shadow had already reached his side, the furnace-like energy scorching his skin painfully, and the accompanying whirlwind almost making him unable to open his eyes.

"How can this be resisted? Who can resist this?" Yang Diancang felt a sudden surge of helplessness.

But the scarlet figure’s gaze was extremely focused, leaving no room for reservation.

Having heard of the great disparity between late and mid-stage Condensation Realm, he was exceedingly cautious.

His eyes firmly locked onto the opponent’s head, he swung out his right fist instantly!

"Could there be a trap?"

The opponent seemed unmoving, disdaining his punch?

His enormous figure steeled itself: "No matter what, let’s deal a punch first!"

The massive fist landed on Yang Diancang’s head in an instant.

Boom!

Yang Diancang’s head, like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer, instantly shattered into pieces.

The headless body collapsed powerlessly, carving a long mark on the ground.

In that instant, Hou Sixian beside him widened his eyes, speechless from shock.

"Ah, this?"

The scarlet figure looked down at his fist, then up at the headless body.

The scarlet figure scratched his head, dazed.

"A master of Condensation Realm Seventh Grade, so easily defeated?"

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