The Invincible Strongest Student

Chapter 1178: Chapter 1178: Azure Sword and Fire Fist

Wang Sicong’s fist burned red-hot. Although it didn’t spark, the air around it twisted from the heat.

That scorching temperature was indeed akin to a glowing red coal.

This guy, in just half a month, had already mastered the Wang Family’s essence of explosive power.

Who said he was a waste?

Xu Xianrong snorted lightly, sheathed her sword, realizing that confronting him directly would be unwise.

While sheathing, the sword’s tail flickered a gust of Qingfeng, sharp enough to sting the cheeks, directly sweeping onto Wang Sicong’s body.

Pa!

The sword light ripped open Wang Sicong’s upper garment, revealing his strong skin, but apart from a red mark, there was nothing else.

At the same time, the ferocious Wang Sicong charged forward like a mad dog, swinging a punch from above.

Unfortunately, his combat experience was still too little; he used his full power right at the start, missing Xu Xianrong, and instead hitting the ground.

’Boom!’ echoed as mud and stone flew, leaving a ten-centimeter deep pit in the cement ground, with traces of scorching.

What would happen if this punch landed on a person?

Perhaps there would be a charred big hole.

Xu Xianrong had retreated ten meters away, her phoenix eyes blinking as she gazed at the pit in the ground.

Resolute, fierce, and unstoppable.

This was the characteristic of the Wang Family. Wang Sicong could only exert the power of the Early Stage Golden Elixir, but the explosive force displayed had already surpassed it, even approaching the Late Stage Golden Elixir.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Wang Family’s explosive power.

"Hahaha, what are you running for? Don’t worry, I can’t bear to hurt you. If this tender skin got hurt, I’d be reluctant,"

Wang Sicong’s face bore an impudent smile as he shook his legs and charged towards Xu Xianrong again.

Wang Sicong’s fists turned crimson red, especially the left arm, which burned a bright red. The heat was so high that his clothes turned to ash.

The tattoo-like patterns from his hands to his heart shimmered red, looking as spectacular as carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Xu Xianrong’s pupils shrank instantly, taken aback.

She recognized it as bloodline inheritance. But should bloodline inheritance come with so many strange patterns?

Upon seeing Kun Yun behind Wang Sicong, Xu Xianrong immediately understood.

All the oddities on this boy were related to that undead old fox.

Xu Xianrong said nothing, plunging Thousand Cyan Threads into the ground. With graceful hands, she tied up her loose hair into a ponytail, gripping the sword handle to pull Thousand Cyan Threads out.

"Boy, today I’ll teach you how to respect your mentor! Come on!" With that, Xu Xianrong beckoned with a finger, full of provocation.

Wang Sicong licked his lips. He had never had such a woman before, especially after she tied up her hair; she was like a fairy descending to earth.

"Hahaha, then you better be careful."

Besides inheriting the Wang Family’s explosive power, Wang Sicong obviously studied footwork as well. With a step, a gust formed, bringing him in front of Xu Xianrong in an instant.

He had no other weapons, just a pair of fists.

He had tried swords, knives, and sticks, but none felt right. Not to mention, mastering sword intent requires decades, which was impossible for the present Wang Sicong.

So he only had this body. With various strange methods from Kun Yun, many cultivation techniques were swiftly mastered. Including fist and body technique.

Charging at Xu Xianrong, Wang Sicong’s fists rained down like a torrential storm, yet the heat felt more like a rain of magma, making Xu Xianrong’s skin tingle.

Xu Xianrong held her sword with both hands; the stance resembled wielding a giant knife.

Wang Sicong thought she would meet him head-on, but he was wrong. Xu Xianrong, sword in hand, only evaded, dodging side to side like lightning.

Even while escaping, Xu Xianrong’s silhouette was incredibly pleasing to the eye.

Hoo~ hoo~ hoo~

The heat carried by the punching wind made one feel hot and unsettled.

The punching technique had gained momentum, truly unstoppable.

Each punch’s power stacked together, with increasing speed, rising temperature, and more inner strength expenditure.

Wang Sicong could even hear his own heartbeat, ’thump, thump, thump...’ densely packed like drumbeats, his heart rate far exceeding normal.

What happens when a normal person’s heart rate is too fast? Sudden death!

But Wang Sicong wouldn’t; instead, he felt filled with strength, eager to shout to the heavens.

But gradually, he found that things weren’t that simple. The punch momentum had peaked and couldn’t climb any higher. Unfortunately... he still couldn’t catch Xu Xianrong; she was as cunning as a fox.

Wang Sicong’s heartbeat slowed, and his punch speed began to drop.

"Damn it!"

Xu Xianrong only felt a flash before her, smiling at the corner of her mouth.

"Is that all you got? Heh!"

Xu Xianrong laughed openly in derision.

Wang Sicong heard it, feeling like this woman was saying ’you don’t have it.’ His face flushed with anger, his body technique unfolding as he charged again.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xianrong didn’t run this time, standing in place waiting for him.

Xu Xianrong lifted Thousand Cyan Threads high above her head, spiritual qi surged through her, and the long sword radiated dazzling cyan light in the dusk, brighter than Wang Sicong’s fists.

From a good distance, Wang Sicong could sense the terrifying power attached to the long sword, making one tremble.

These days, Wang Sijing continually fed Wang Sicong moves, helping him understand certain truths.

To win, one must charge head-on!

Therefore, Wang Sicong had dispelled all distractions, determined to smash Xu Xianrong, trample her underfoot!

Finally, Xu Xianrong brought the sword down with both hands, meeting the reddened fists.

Clang~

The sound of metal clashing echoed, it wasn’t soft overcoming hard, but hard colliding with hard!

Sparks flew, along with a flash of blood.

The cyan long sword actually sliced off a corner of Wang Sicong’s right fist!

"Ah~"

Wang Sicong’s face turned red, screaming miserably.

He thought his fists’ hardness could shatter the sword, but unexpectedly...

Xu Xianrong turned a deaf ear, focusing on Wang Sicong’s wound, seeing light golden bones.

"Barbaric Bone Nine Transformations?" Xu Xianrong’s expression was slightly surprised; wasn’t this Wang Manzi’s signature skill?

Fortunately, this Barbaric Bone Nine Transformations wasn’t fully mastered, not even reaching mid-stage, or it would have been a real headache.