Free Web NovelChapter 228: Chapter 227: Surging Waves
Wen Qingye watched the ghostly figure behind Guann Xuan, finding it rather interesting.
Wenren Xiao saw the Ghost General appear behind Guann Xuan. Standing at the center of the storm, he could feel its power most acutely. Wenren Xiao’s smile finally faded, replaced by a solemn expression.
HISS!
Evil Qi coiled around Guann Xuan’s arm, creating an eerie sight.
"Ghost Fist!"
Guann Xuan threw a devastating punch. The pupils of the Ghost General behind him snapped open, and standing tall, it too threw a punch.
BOOM!
Before Guann Xuan’s Fist Force even arrived, a series of sonic booms could be heard. The power of this punch was so immense it seemed to crush the very air.
Wenren Xiao hurriedly adjusted the Primordial Qi throughout his body. In an instant, something like an aurora flashed behind him, its boundless radiance stinging everyone’s eyes.
Wenren Xiao stood amidst the golden light. It illuminated his face, and a golden sheen flowed over his clothes. He was like a magnificent statue to be looked up to, reflecting a myriad of dazzling rays.
"Boundless Radiance!"
The golden light behind Wenren Xiao transformed into ten thousand silk-like threads, intertwining with one another before meeting Guann Xuan’s punch.
Guann Xuan’s punch collided directly with the ten thousand rays of golden light!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
An extreme roaring sound erupted. Everyone watched the dueling pair with rapt attention, the blinding light forcing them to shield their eyes. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
After an unknown amount of time, the brilliance dissipated.
Both of their clothes were somewhat tattered, and a trickle of red blood ran from the corner of Wenren Xiao’s mouth.
Guann Xuan’s fists were clenched, and a purple bruise marked the web of his right hand.
Wenren Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled. "The Ghost Fist truly lives up to its name as a King-Grade Martial Art. It really is formidable."
’The Ghost Fist Martial Art can actually communicate with the Little Ghosts of the Yin Realm to enhance the Fist Technique’s power,’ Wen Qingye nodded to himself. ’It certainly has its merits. But this Wenren Xiao is even more impressive. To transform Primordial Qi into threads and filaments... that’s much more difficult.’
Wenren Xiao’s tone shifted. "But if you think you can beat me with just this, you’re dreaming."
After speaking, Wenren Xiao extended his hands. His jade-white palms emitted a dizzying light as he slowly brought them together, tracing a circle.
"True Martial Yuan Gang!"
The circle emanated an incredibly potent and domineering aura.
Sensing Wenren Xiao’s technique, most of the onlookers’ expressions remained unchanged, but their hearts were filled with shock and uncertainty.
Yann Chuxue looked at Wen Qingye and asked, "Why does this technique of Wenren Xiao’s give me such a dangerous feeling?"
Hearing Yann Chuxue’s words, everyone subconsciously turned to look at Wen Qingye.
"This Wenren Xiao is a true talent. Although he’s only using a Ninth-Grade Martial Art, and a relatively low-level one at that, he’s able to compress his Primordial Qi again and again. Look at that ring of light—it actually contains eighty percent of Wenren Xiao’s total Primordial Qi. Moreover..." Wen Qingye paused here, his brow furrowed, then continued, "Wenren Xiao’s cultivation doesn’t seem to be at the Refining Spirit Seventh Layer Heaven, but rather... the Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven."
The moment Wen Qingye finished speaking, Wenren Xiao stomped his foot, and the ring of light in his hands shot toward Guann Xuan.
"Heavens! Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven!"
"Wenren Xiao really is the genius that the Yuqi Kingdom sees only once every few centuries! He’s already reached the Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven!"
The surrounding crowd instantly erupted in astonished discussion.
How could Guann Xuan not know how formidable Wenren Xiao was? He placed his left hand over his right as berserk Primordial Qi flooded madly into his right fist.
"Ghost Fist—Shadowless!"
The Ghost General behind Guann Xuan became almost solid. Boundless Evil Qi surged, wrapping around the Ghost General’s right arm.
"Wenren Xiao, you truly haven’t disappointed me!"
Guann Xuan and the Ghost General punched out at almost the exact same time! Guann Xuan fully unleashed his hidden cultivation, and the aura of his Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven instantly soared to its peak.
At this moment, everyone shot to their feet, their eyes locked on the two combatants.
’So they’re both at the Refining Spirit Eighth Layer Heaven...’
The air began to distort slightly, its appearance warping.
BOOM!
The True Martial Yuan Gang and the Ghost Fist collided. Neither side gave an inch.
CRACKLE!
The sound of bones cracking came from Guann Xuan’s arm. He seemed completely unfazed, gritting his teeth and continuing to pour Fist Force forward.
Sweat gradually soaked Wenren Xiao’s back. His shirt had completely disintegrated, revealing a faint purple Fist Seal on his chest. But he was still smiling, a crazed battle lust in his eyes.
Everyone watched the two, who refused to retreat even a single step, with expressions of utter shock.
RUMBLE!
Both fighters shuddered and were thrown back wildly, the Primordial Qi between them silently dissipating.
Guann Xuan stomped his foot and charged toward Wenren Xiao again.
"Good! Again!"
Seeing Guann Xuan charge at him again, Wenren Xiao also took a step forward to meet him.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The ensuing battle was exceedingly brutal. Neither was willing to retreat as their fists collided again and again. Unwilling to admit defeat, they sent waves of Primordial Qi spilling out in all directions.
The faint sound of bones cracking echoed in everyone’s ears, yet the two only fought more fiercely as their movements grew slower.
This battle was no longer a test of strength, but a competition of willpower.
Whoever retreated would be the loser.
’At this rate,’ Wen Qingye’s brow furrowed, ’if neither of them retreats, they’ll both inevitably die from exhaustion.’
Another half-incense stick of time passed.
"In my opinion, how about we call it a draw?"
Just then, Lin Zijun stood up and addressed the two.
Guann Xuan and Wenren Xiao glanced at each other, and then both of them couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Guann Xuan said loudly, "Hahahaha! Fine! A draw it is."
Wenren Xiao looked deeply at Guann Xuan and said, "Cough, cough... Fine. We’ll call it a draw this time. But next time, it won’t be so simple."
And so, their intense battle came to an end.
A draw!
Guann Xuan was helped back to the Lanyu Country’s area by his people. The subsequent battles weren’t as interesting, but several other experts still revealed themselves to the public eye.
Time flew by, and the battle for the Talisman Seals came to a close.
This contest for the Talisman Seals was only amicable on the surface; everyone knew that killing intent was still spreading in the shadows.
Although there were Puppet Birds in the sky, there was no guarantee someone wouldn’t damage them to assassinate others in secret. This method had been used before, and even if it was known, it was difficult for the Celestial Profound Sect to punish anyone without concrete evidence.
Besides, what could you do if a powerful country decided to rob you by force? What could you do about someone who killed you in the Thousand Rivers Secret Land, or even after you left it?
The members of the Celestial Martial Country all looked worried. Nearly every country had an ally or two, but the Celestial Martial Country had none. On the contrary, several nations were exceptionally hostile toward them.
For example, the Divine Wind Country, Lan Country, and Tang Country. Tong Tian from the Divine Wind Country, in particular, was at the Refining Spirit Seventh Layer Heaven. ’Is Wen Qingye a match for him?’
Wen Tongyu, who was standing behind the group from the Celestial Martial Country, suddenly said, "It seems I’m not welcome here either. In that case, we from the Purple Sun Prefecture will take our leave."
As he spoke, Wen Tongyu cupped his fist to Yann Chuxue, Nie Shuang, and the others.
The people from the Purple Sun Prefecture looked at each other, hesitating. But after a moment’s thought, they reluctantly followed Wen Tongyu.
"Brother Wen..." Nie Shuang said with a frown, watching Wen Tongyu’s retreating back.
Wen Qingye smiled and waved his hand. "It’s fine. Let’s head back first."
Everyone nodded and returned to the Celestial Martial Country’s lodging in the Ancient City.
After returning to their lodging, Yann Chuxue seemed to recall something and said in a serious tone, "Wen Shibei of the Wen Family is dead."
Wen Qingye stopped in his tracks and looked into Yann Chuxue’s beautiful eyes. "How did he die?"
