Chapter 227: Not Strong

The sword light filled the sky, like bloodthirsty snakes, tearing through the rain curtain and arriving suddenly.

Amidst the interwoven silver threads, a sharp blade light was hidden, coming from behind, wiping toward Liang Qu's neck and throat like a poisonous dragon.

The fishing net binding and the fish fork capturing should have been a flawless, fatal cooperation, but a flash of green light suddenly flickered before the two.

Liang Qu's four fingers swept across the spear body, the vast blood energy that had been entrenched in his dantian for a long time suddenly climbed like a dragon, the light on the spear tip leaped, faintly emitting green light, and with just a shake, it pierced the sword energy that was surrounding him.

"Not good!"

Huang Jinghong's wrist felt as if it had been weighted with lead, and the large fish bound in the sword net flipped over, shaking off into a green dragon, struggling and forcibly tearing the fishing net.

Suddenly, the sword light dissipated.

Liang Qu stepped forward, his body following the spear, cutting through the airflow, and stabbed toward the shocked Huang Jinghong.

Too close!

The air around him seemed to suddenly turn cold.

Huang Jinghong had no way to dodge and no way to block; he tried to retreat, but it was useless. Liang Qu's spear was relentless, pushing forward closely, not caring at all about the blade light sweeping in from the side.

The green light on the spear tip became even more intense, and the roar of the green dragon resounded through the sky, sweeping over as if coming from an ancient deep mountain.

"Ziyan, save me!"

This suicidal fighting style made Huang Jinghong's pupils shrink sharply, his gaze shifting to Huang Ziyan.

It was too late to say, but Huang Jinghong's death would make killing Liang Qu meaningless; Huang Ziyan immediately gave up the opportunity, flipped his wrist, and precisely hacked at the long spear.

Spear and blade intersected, and Fubo shifted direction.

Huang Jinghong, who had escaped the crisis, almost wanted to cry out in joy, but his peripheral vision caught Huang Ziyan's pale face.

At the moment of collision, his hand felt light, and all the blade light he had unleashed went into empty air!

There was absolutely no power on the spear! Except for a light vibration, it was like sliding through a water current.

This was a feint!

Hell, how could there be such an astonishing momentum without power?

The two sides brushed past each other, and Huang Ziyan, who had used his full strength, lost his balance, blocking in front of Huang Jinghong.

Liang Qu gripped the spear shaft with both hands, leaned back, and exerted force through his arms. The ivory wood spear shaft traced a large circle, slicing toward the exposed neck of Huang Ziyan with a cold glint—in an instant, the roles of attacker and defender were reversed!

Behind him, Huang Jinghong's eyes widened in fury. He erupted with the fastest speed of his life, grabbed Huang Ziyan by the collar of his neck, and retreated violently!

Rumble.

Green light and lightning intertwined, and blood droplets slowly fell from the black-gold spear tip, and the battle spear covered in fresh blood was soon washed clean by the rain.

Clothes tore, broken cloth sank into the puddles, covered in a layer of mud.

Huang Ziyan only felt a chill in his chest, followed by a burning pain; if Huang Jinghong hadn't pulled him, that spear would have almost cut open his ribs!

"So seasoned."

Just one encounter, the two supported each other, their backs covered in cold sweat.

How could someone have such rich combat experience?

Fighting to the death with his own brother since he was in the womb?

Liang Qu rotated the long spear, the red tassel spinning and flying, rainwater mixed with blood splashing out, not giving the two a chance to breathe, and killed them again with the spear.

The charge stirred up the fallen leaves drifting in the puddles. Liang Qu's entire body's strength poured into the spear shaft like a flowing river. He took three steps forward, his power accumulating to its peak, and a rampant, murderous aura struck them head-on.

Huang Ziyan couldn't care about the pain in his chest, flipped his wrist, and raised his blade to meet the long spear, while Huang Jinghong stepped aside, flicking his sword tip to poke at Liang Qu's face.

The spear tip touched the blade of the long knife, Liang Qu pulled hard, and blinding sparks mixed with raindrops burst out, the blood accumulated on the red tassel splashing Huang Ziyan's face. He didn't reduce his force, swung Fubo straight, and smashed it onto the sword body of Huang Jinghong next to him.

Huang Ziyan had taken several heavy strikes from Liang Qu's spear in succession; the web between his thumb and forefinger ached, and his forearms trembled slightly. Huang Jinghong was in the same state, nearly having his long sword knocked away.

The falling rain seeped into his mouth, tasting bitter.

Liang Qu's spear technique was fierce, and the bursts of power one after another made them terrified, like a tiger that didn't know fatigue.

Clang!

Liang Qu deflected the sword light, used the rain curtain to sense everything around him, and could almost always strike first by striking later.

Whichever of the two in front of him was taken out for a single fight, they could single-handedly brush the Whale Gang leader Liu Jie without pressure.

But he was also not what he used to be.

Ze-Rong gave strength, the Ying-Dragon pattern gave movement techniques, and the Mirage Insect gave experience.

Any fight in the dream was a death match, which gave him an unparalleled advantage.

Adding the three together, Liang Qu could fight the two to a draw just by relying on ordinary means.

You can't say the two are weak, you can only say.

Not strong.

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"Boring."

Liang Qu swept horizontally, forcing the blade and sword back again.

Boring?

Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan were stunned, and the moment they understood, they were furious, the veins on their hands gripping the sword hilt and knife handle bulging, just about to step forward, when suddenly a thick fog surged from the roadside forest, thick like milk, covering everything in an instant.

Fog?

How could a thick fog rise out of thin air?

The white fog, thick as liquid, stuck to the blade and sword, submerging their whole bodies, dense like a heavy white curtain; whenever Huang Ziyan's blade pulled open a gap, the crack would close itself in an instant.

The two looked at each other, alarm bells ringing in their hearts, both leaning back-to-back, trying to use their aura and senses to explore the surrounding environment, but found that this fog was extremely unique, even covering their aura, and they couldn't find Liang Qu's figure at all.

Was it that kid?

Huang Jinghong frowned: "Myriad Manifestation martial art?"

"What Myriad Manifestation martial art can create such a large fog?"

"I told you not to wait, not to wait, now you've waited for trouble!"

Huang Ziyan was indignant: "What's the use of blaming me now? Do you think I wanted to?"

"Something is crawling on my feet!"

Huang Jinghong was like a frightened rabbit, jumping up from the ground, but was pulled into a stagger, almost falling to the ground.

He kicked his legs hard to break free, looked down, and saw the tentacle-like water current dissipate into water splashes; the scene just now was like a hallucination.

"What the hell is that? Did you see it?"

Huang Ziyan's expression was solemn: "I saw it."

Huang Jinghong looked around nervously, only hearing the sound of tides surging around, as if water currents had gathered from heaven and earth; he thought rapidly, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"I understand, it's an illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Hearing this, Huang Ziyan thought about it and felt it made sense.

What Myriad Manifestation method had such astonishing performance? Triggering a thick fog that covered the area?

Thick fog, water currents, tidal sounds, it could only be an illusion! It was a guide coordinated with today's heavy rain!

Thinking of the golden eyes Liang Qu had auctioned...

He screamed: "Pupil technique, he practiced a pupil technique, we've been tricked! Quick, quick, the method to break the pupil technique."

The two immediately urged their blood energy to surge into the Mud Ball Palace, trying to break the illusion with a unique sobering technique.

But when they opened their eyes again, everything around them remained unchanged, the fog was dense, flowing quietly.

The two looked at each other, their hearts heavy.

What a powerful illusion!

Ordinary methods couldn't break it!

Movement technique, hard-body, spear technique, illusion, not yet twenty, almost no weaknesses; does such a talented person really exist in the world?

The two jumped up and down in the fog, the long spear suddenly pierced through the water-like white fog, opening a large circle.

"Caught you!"

Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan, who were originally jumping up and down, suddenly joined hands, blade light and sword shadows intertwined, the flowing light gathered into a torrent, and roared into the thick fog.

The airflow danced wildly, and the thick fog dissipated.

The tidal sound swept over, covering the sky and earth.

The two were stunned.

They looked up tremblingly, seeing a waterfall pouring down along the edge of the daylight.

Black rainwater fell to the earth, and then surged from the earth to the sky; the yellow mud water and the white water splashes turned from daylight collided, gathering into a flowing water wall, reflecting the distorted faces of the two.

Liang Qu stood on the water surface, looking down, like gazing at two frogs in a well.

He waved his hand, and the long spear floated to his side along the water waves, pointing obliquely at the two.

"I said, just relying on you two, you can't take me down."

The giant wall shattered, the sound like thunder!

Another lightning bolt struck in the gray clouds, and the dark blue spear light left his hand.

The tidal sound and the wind whistling sound rose together, the broken blade spun and flew several zhang away, stabbing obliquely into the earth.

Huang Ziyan was like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down, his mouth full of fresh blood splashing on the trees, staining the wrinkled tree bark red and soaking the black soil.

He widened his eyes, looking at Huang Jinghong on the other side, whose pupils had collapsed.

Thousands of tons of torrents slowly dissipated in all directions, merging into the forest.

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