Chapter 402: The Tiger from the Mountains Enters the Flatlands

It was clearly daytime, yet the light overhead dimmed.

The many onlookers looked up and saw the daylight sky suddenly transform into a starry night, a pillar of Qi rising to the heavens, striking the stars until they swayed and threatened to fall.

"Don't look, this is a local celestial anomaly triggered by the momentum of a fist technique, it's not real."

Yang Kuoqiong had just returned carrying Qin Lie when he saw the scene before him.

"Impressive, this is a threshold usually only reachable by an Intermediate Martial Master; Kai Taichong has actually grasped it early."

A fist technique triggering a celestial anomaly—this is the momentum only possessed by a Mighty Martial Artist.

However, some powerful Intermediate Martial Masters, in the process of breaking through to become Mighty Martial Artists, accidentally grasp this technique, allowing them to use their fist arts to stir changes in the celestial phenomena.

With different realms, the power is also not to be spoken of in the same breath.

A Mighty Martial Artist can influence a range of a hundred or a thousand miles, while a Martial Master is far inferior, with their range shrinking by ten or even several dozen times.

Just like Kai Taichong before us, his Martial Master ultimate technique only influences all the onlookers present.

Yang Kuoqiong had just sprinted two thousand meters away to retrieve Qin Lie; at that time, the day was clear and bright, and he had not seen such an anomaly.

In other words, the celestial phenomenon influenced by Kai Taichong is limited to this diameter of about one thousand meters.

Even so, this is already an awe-inspiring, great power.

Many Low-level Martial Artists find it hard to imagine in their entire lives that when a fist technique is cultivated to a high level, it could actually possess such might.

Is it true that martial artists of different realms are no longer the same species?

The question arises: with such a terrifying celestial anomaly and momentum, can Zhou You withstand it?

Can a mortal body of flesh and blood truly rival the power of heaven and earth?

Kai Taichong's Golden Tiger Worships Moon Fist momentum is enough to strike the stars until they sway, let alone a mere mortal.

The answer is revealed soon...

The Hungry Tiger swallows the sun and eats without end; now it is a double portion, struck face-to-face, slowly drawing near under immense repulsion.

An infinite, endless suction force envelops the four directions, causing small objects in the vicinity to vibrate at an increasingly rapid frequency.

Under the counter-impact, the power not only failed to annihilate itself, but instead surged crazily while pulling against each other.

"An extraordinary fist momentum, how could it be mediocre?"

Within the camp of the Roaring Forest Martial Hall, someone suddenly couldn't help but praise.

Some began to mutter: if Zhou You can unleash an ultimate technique with such power, how could his identity be simple? They were momentarily unable to figure out whether Zhou You was Wang Jianxiong's discarded disciple or his beloved disciple.

"Of course he is a discarded disciple."

Feng Bugui the Rampaging Tiger said, "I heard it when I sent my disciples into the mountains; in order to vigorously promote his youngest disciple, Wang Jianxiong treated his many other disciples coldly. Zhou You was the only one who expressed dissatisfaction and left the hall in anger."

So that's how it is!

All the martial hall masters felt that Zhou You had gone too far. No matter how a master makes arrangements, it is for your own good; as a disciple, how could one not bear even the slightest grievance! To dare to resist and leave the hall is simply rebellious.

Such a rebellious person, how is he fit to open a hall and accept disciples? His arrogance must be beaten down.

Finally, after reaching the critical value, the two black holes merged into an irregular shape.

That pillar of Qi rushing toward the stars had its grand momentum curbed after the black hole appeared; it was actually twisted and distorted by the surrounding suction, and its momentum was far less than before.

"Zhou You, turn back early, it is not too late!"

Kai Taichong suddenly shouted, "No matter how strong your fist technique is or how high your talent, if you do not enter the mainstream for a day, you will have no hope for life."

He was actually starting to persuade Zhou You to surrender! "To hell with your mainstream!" Zhou You responded simply and crudely. In a battle where you can't win with fists, are you expecting to win with verbal cannons?

The Hungry Tiger momentum he had been brewing had reached its peak. The Golden Tiger Evil, the star-rushing pillar of Qi, and the changing celestial phenomena before him were all seen as a big cake, eagerly waiting to be swallowed into his belly.

He threw a punch, two tiger shadows merged onto the fist, and the immense power wrapped around his arms, limbs, and torso all gathered onto the fist.

Boom! The fist struck Kai Taichong's body; his expression was slightly startled, and then a large mass of emerald light emerged.

Zhou You squinted and saw a Jade Finger Ring shattering within the light mass, releasing an ocean-like, boundless radiance.

A defensive-type Qi-Blood Divine Weapon?

As expected of a noble family's Gate Guest, he has good things on him! Wrapped in green light, Kai Taichong still felt terrified, but he saw Zhou You's fist, like a greedy, endless glutton, drooling as it continued to pursue and kill.

The green light was beaten into a depression on the spot, with the weakest point left only the thickness of a sheet of white paper.

"..."

Zhou You rarely encountered a defensive Qi-Blood Divine Weapon, so how could he let it go easily? He unleashed his fist technique to the fullest, wanting to test his own attack limit.

According to his estimation, the defensive power released by the Qi-Blood Divine Weapon on Kai Taichong, combined with his own strength, resulted in a comprehensive defense in the range of about 1.6 to 1.7 times that of steel.

It was weaker than his 2 times steel, but it was enough to defend against the killing moves of ordinary Martial Masters.

This is also a treatment only found in noble families; after all, Qi-Blood Divine Weapons are not easy to nurture and refine. Normal Martial Masters have at most one piece per person, and they are all weapons focused on strengthening durability and sharpness.

Spending a large amount of manpower and time to produce defensive-type divine weapons is something only noble families with an excess of Martial Master resources can afford.

"Hmm?"

Zhou You punched down again and again, but the green light never broke, and Kai Taichong's resistance was also very intense.

After all, the opponent is an Intermediate Martial Master; even if he falls into a disadvantage, his resilience is far beyond that of ordinary Martial Masters.

"Thud!"

The White Bone Hammer struck Kai Taichong squarely in the chest, and the green light immediately showed signs of collapsing, bursting out a large mass of firefly-like light spots.

Zhou You used a weapon, but Kai Taichong could only smile bitterly; he hadn't brought a weapon before setting out! He had thought that dealing with a Primary Martial Master would be easy, but he hadn't expected that he couldn't win empty-handed, and the opponent even used a weapon.

The material of the White Bone Hammer is that of an Intermediate Martial Master, enough to shake the defensive light layer of a defensive divine weapon.

Another strike! White shadows flickered, and the green light exploded into hundreds of beams, dancing wantonly like erupting flame currents.

Kai Taichong's face became increasingly flushed, but this was not a good thing; if it got any redder, he would be vomiting blood.

"Terrible, who can save Taichong!"

The martial hall side was so anxious they were stamping their feet. If others died, they died, but Kai Taichong is a noble family's Gate Guest; once he falls here, both the enemy and our side will have huge trouble.

However, both sides were already fighting with sparks flying; who would dare to rush in and separate them?

Just as the stalemate held, a heavy black shadow descended from the sky into the battlefield, pausing for a split second before exploding into a sky full of blood rain and minced flesh.

A living person? Of course not, it was a horse.

At the end of the road, the tardy Qing Meng in green robes looked up; the last horse had also died, but he had finally arrived at Fucheng in time.

His gaze swept hurriedly across the surroundings, looking at familiar or unfamiliar faces and the positions of the different factions; his brain thought rapidly, and within the span of a few breaths, he had guessed the situation with reasonable accuracy.

The martial arts hall had encountered trouble, otherwise so many fellow hall masters would not have come, each with a grave expression.

One person on the battlefield was his fellow disciple Kai Taichong, a Gate Guest of a noble family, who was actually at a disadvantage, being suppressed by another while empty-handed.

There was no need to ask; the young martial artist holding the advantage was the protagonist of this hall-challenging event, the one who had forced the hall master Bo Xiaolin into such a sorry state... the Hungry Tiger Zhou You.

(End of this chapter)