Chapter 171: The Essence of Ancient Chinese Martial Arts!
Clang! Clang, clang, clang!
In the blink of an eye, afterimages flickered and dashed across the battlefield, sparks flying everywhere as the piercing sound of metal scraping against metal rang out, sending chills down the spine. The chilling screeches made one's hair stand on end.
Blinding arcs of light burst forth, as Gong Heng, with a face as cold as ice, unleashed a storm like barrage of strikes. His palms and claws tore through the silver protective aura surrounding Mo Tianxing.
Mo Tianxing's expression twisted further into one of savagery as he wielded his invisible blade with unparalleled precision, countering every move with ease and dismantling Gong Heng's ferocious assault.
The ground beneath their clash became a swirling storm of yellow dust, forming a tornado like pillar that rose toward the heavens. Elder Feng furrowed his brow; as Mo Tianxing's trusted subordinate, he knew full well that Gong Heng wasn't a match for their sect master.
But such an earth shaking battle was bound to draw the attention of other powerful experts, each waiting to pounce at the first sign of weakness.
Elder Feng pursed his lips. He was confident that these two sly foxes wouldn't allow themselves to fall victim to a surprise attack. But he, as their subordinate, was another matter entirely. What if someone ambushed him?
At the thought, Elder Feng tensed, his expression growing vigilant. If necessary, he wouldn't hesitate to abandon Mo Tianxing and flee for his life. After all, his younger brother was already dead. Why risk his life for a mere monthly allowance of a million gold coins?
Suddenly, from behind the swirling dust tornado, a shadow flashed by. Elder Feng's pupils shrank as he instinctively cried out, "Sect Master, look ou "
Before he could finish, a sudden gust of wind howled in his ears, and a fierce attack roared toward him.
…
"Hahaha… Gong Heng, is that all you've got? Your strikes are getting weaker and weaker!"
Inside the dust tornado, Mo Tianxing roared with laughter as he launched a relentless offensive, forcing Gong Heng to retreat continuously, his face darkening with rage.
"What's the matter? Have you spent all your strength on women? Drained of vitality and spirit? Hahaha!"
Mo Tianxing threw Gong Heng's earlier insults back at him, infuriating Gong Heng to the point where veins bulged on his crimson face.
Meanwhile, Mo Tianxing's chest felt lighter than it had in ages, a refreshing release after the tension of having all these powerful individuals gathered here. For the first time, he felt truly at ease.
At this point, the psychological balance of power between Gong Heng and Mo Tianxing had completely shifted.
However, just as their battle reached a critical point, Mo Tianxing suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of dread. His heart clenched, and he bellowed as his arm surged with energy.
He pushed Gong Heng away with a forceful shockwave and slammed his left palm outward, instantly solidifying the surrounding space with a burst of silver light.
A cyan energy crystal imprint floated lazily toward him, sticking to the frozen space as though it was moving both slowly and quickly at the same time.
Boom!
The cyan energy crystal imprint exploded violently, obliterating the solidified space in an instant with its chaotic energy.
"Ugh…"
Mo Tianxing grunted, his face paling slightly as his aura wavered. Caught off guard, he had suffered a minor setback.
"Who's there?!" Mo Tianxing shouted angrily, but as the dust cleared, he saw a young man in white, Lu Bu, standing there with a playful smirk.
Mo Tianxing's face immediately darkened. With this boy joining forces with Gong Heng… he was in serious trouble.
"Huh…" Gong Heng exclaimed in mild surprise. He didn't know much about Lu Bu's abilities, but that earlier strike, while not overwhelmingly powerful, had clearly surpassed the level of a Dou Wang!
"Aaah!"
At that moment, a miserable scream echoed through the battlefield. Zi Yan, using her puppet as cover, landed a sneak attack. Her punch crushed Elder Feng's chest, leaving him pale as death.
The puppet's five fingers tightened around Elder Feng's throat, twisting sharply. A crisp snap followed, and Elder Feng was dead on the spot.
Mo Tianxing's face grew even darker another Dou Huang had fallen in the Black Emperor Sect!
"Mr. Gong Heng, shall we attack together?" Behind Lu Bu, his cyan flame wings fluttered gently as he smiled.
Gong Heng frowned slightly. He didn't think Lu Bu was qualified to fight alongside him. But before he could say anything, Mo Tianxing panicked.
"Gong Heng, he's as strong as I am! Don't let him fool you into letting him reap the benefits while you do all the work!" Mo Tianxing shouted anxiously.
He had no choice. If these two really teamed up, he was done for.
"Oh, really?" Gong Heng chuckled, visibly amused. "If you put it that way, I have to team up with him now!"
What a joke! A Dou Wang, on par with Mo Tianxing? What nonsense! Apart from that flashy technique earlier and that puppet in the distance, what else did this boy have? Mo Tianxing must be out of his mind if he thought he'd fall for that.
"Hey, kid… your name's Lu Bu, right?" Gong Heng dusted off his sleeves and grinned menacingly. "I'll take the lead. You keep sneaking around. Let's kill Mo Tianxing!"
"Sure!" Lu Bu grinned widely. What a stroke of luck!
"You… Gong Heng, are you an idiot?!" Mo Tianxing raged, realizing his words had backfired spectacularly.
"No one believes the truth anymore!"
"Gong Heng, don't do this! That boy really is a formidable opponent!" Mo Tianxing's eyes filled with panic as he shouted, "If he tricks you, you're done for!"
"I don't care!" Gong Heng sneered, ignoring Mo Tianxing completely. "I just want to beat you down just like you did to me earlier!"
With that, he leaped forward, spreading his arms like an eagle, and resumed his ferocious assault on Mo Tianxing.
What a good man… Lu Bu thought as he watched Gong Heng charge ahead. He felt a wave of gratitude. Truly, a kind soul!
Without missing a beat, Lu Bu reached into his storage ring, pulled out a longsword, and flapped his cyan flame wings, circling the battlefield.
With a sinister grin, he began waving the sword theatrically, aiming at Mo Tianxing's weak points to keep him on edge.
This… this is the essence of ancient Chinese martial arts!
Cackling sinisterly, Lu Bu reveled in the chaos.
Mo Tianxing's fury surged. He knew that if he didn't act quickly, he'd be crushed by this relentless duo. Gathering all his energy, he let out a deafening roar and charged at Gong Heng, his fists brimming with silver light, aiming to overpower him with brute force.
But then…
Ding~~
The crisp sound of a sword resonated through the air. Mo Tianxing's expression changed dramatically. He clenched his teeth and redirected his attack, abandoning his hard earned advantage to guard against Lu Bu's potential sneak attack.
However…
"Cackle… what a fine sword!" Lu Bu flicked the blade with his finger, laughing mockingly.
"…"
Mo Tianxing trembled with rage, his face turning beet red. He nearly spat blood in frustration.
"Gong Heng, do you see this?!" Mo Tianxing shouted, almost jumping with anger. "Do you see how afraid I am of him?!"
"Do you believe now that he's as strong as me?!"
"How do I know you're not putting on an act?" Gong Heng replied calmly, delivering a brutal blow to Mo Tianxing's argument.
(End of Chapter)
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