Free Web NovelChapter 1666: Chapter 1283–1284: Martial Arts Legend at Forty Percent Power! (Bonus for Monthly Ticket)_3
The sword light, as it once more approached the suction field, seemed to begin moving incomparably slowly, as if forming a perfect fan shape that slowly pressed toward Jiang Dali’s burly frame, arms spread wide, devouring everything around him.
This meant—the sword speed had reached the very limit, so fast it deceived the eye.
At this moment, Wu Ming unleashed all manner of sword techniques: "Lead", "Stagnate", "Delay", "Dispel".
The wildly surging suction all around was weakened by his Swordsmanship secrets of "Adhere", "Send", "Lift", "Cast Away", his strikes both dispersing and dissolving it.
Suddenly, he pointed with two fingers, directly at the core of that mountain-crushing, sea-overturning force field between Jiang Dali’s "slowly" closing, thick arms.
Like a bird soaring or a fish diving, with no trace to follow, the fingertip landed.
Bang!
Where their attacks met, it was as if a bottomless vortex instantly collapsed inward, yanking their figures to a distance so close they were nearly face to face.
The next instant—
A blinding flash of white erupted, and with a roar a circular shockwave of Qi Force spread outward, like raging waves smashing a cliff, violently surging.
Wu Ming’s Body felt light; he slipped out of the suction field formed by Jiang Dali, and the instant his figure drifted down to the ground, a strand of Essence Qi surged from his Dantian, instantly expelling the Mahavira power that had invaded his meridians.
Amid the chaotic Qi Force and billowing dust, Jiang Dali’s burly Body was covered in purple radiance carrying suction. He slowly strode out; the rampaging Qi Force crashing against his majestic, towering tiger-like frame vanished without a trace, like mud cows plunging into the sea.
The Black War Boots suddenly came down and steadied; Jiang Dali lowered his head to look at the two sword scars that had torn his clothes, especially the one at his navel, which still left his bladder faintly swollen and aching, giving him the urge to pee. He slightly nodded and said, "Martial Arts Legend, truly deserving of the name. Even with forty percent of your Power, you actually forced me to use Mahavira. It seems this Divine Demon Golden Body of mine still needs to be hurriedly cultivated and enhanced again. Otherwise, what appears to be a flawless protective body art, to an expert like you, instead has glaring weaknesses."
Wu Ming slowly exhaled, and a trace of approval surfaced in his gaze as he stared at Jiang Dali. He said, "Master Jiang, you need not belittle yourself. In truth, my words just now were a bit too arrogant; I retract them now."
A gleam flashed through Jiang Dali’s eyes. "Oh?"
Wu Ming clasped his hands behind his back and said, "You specialize in a heavy, steady, crushing battle style and are somewhat lacking in agility and change, yet Mahavira is precisely a power of boundless transformation. Once you gained the Mahayana Unlimited Power, you patched that short board. Besides, if my memory serves, you have already cultivated the War God Chronicles to the Power of One Tail. That is also a kind of variation."
"To make a senior like you change your view and admit you were wrong, it seems this village chief truly is quite outstanding."
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, rough and bold in manner. To be praised by the former Martial Arts Legend was also a recognition of his strength; this indeed made him feel pleased.
Seeing this, Wu Ming timely reminded him, "But what you just said is not wrong either. Though your Divine Demon Golden Body may roam unhindered in the Returning to Truth Realm, since even I can see the weaknesses within, Shakyamuni will certainly see them as well.
Moreover, Shakyamuni has a Martial Arts technique that specifically restrains body-tempering experts like you. It’s just that he didn’t get the chance to use it last time before I injured him. Next time you encounter him, you will need to be even more cautious."
"Oh?"
Jiang Dali’s expression changed. "What Martial Arts is that?"
He knew that even if body-tempering, or Cross Training, was cultivated to the Realm of his Divine Demon Golden Body, it still did not make the flesh utterly invincible.
If the Power Realm gap was great and the enemy’s strength was overwhelmingly fierce, there was still a chance to strike him through the relatively weaker points and injure him.
For example, Zhu Wushi as he was now; if he were to cross hands once more with the former Gu Santong, no matter what Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill he relied on, it would be casually blasted apart.
Wu Ming stared solemnly at Jiang Dali and said, "Heavenly Heart Tribulation! This technique is one of the Holy Heart Four Tribulations cultivated by Shakyamuni. Back then, he used this Divine Skill to defeat me. But I have now comprehended that this Martial Arts of his also has a fatal flaw, so he never employs it lightly!"
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(I didn’t update yesterday while out paying New Year visits, so today I’m adding an extra big Chapter to make up! Asking for those early-month monthly tickets!)
