Chapter 205: Mingyu Kung

Yu Liancheng and Lianxing were both top-tier experts of their time.

Apart from Yao Yue and Yan Nantian, it is feared that others would struggle to receive even a single move or half-style from them when they exerted their full strength.

Yet, the exchange between these two was not spectacular.

They were merely continuously deflecting palm power.

Aside from the very first palm against fist, they did not even touch each other's sleeves.

But this was undoubtedly a thrilling and stimulating exchange, for as they kept deflecting, that palm power grew like a rolling snowball; once it landed on either person, it could result in being smashed to pieces.

The expressions of the two had gradually become solemn, as every deflection required extreme caution.

Meanwhile, the floor beneath their feet shattered inch by inch, and their entire bodies were sinking; each time they deflected, they sank half an inch. This was because the force they bore while deflecting the palm power was being discharged into the ground.

"Good, good, good!"

The Evil Gambler "Xuanyuan Sanguang," seeing this novel duel, was first startled into retreating, then began to praise it highly, and finally could not help but stamp his feet and sigh at length.

"Damn it, such a marvelous contest, yet I have to watch it all alone; I can't even find someone to gamble with, it's truly a great pity."

He paced back and forth, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "Got it, got it, I'll bet my left hand against my right hand. If the left hand wins, it hits the right hand twice; if the right hand wins, it hits the left hand twice. Hahaha, I really am clever; there is no better gamble in the world than this."

Once he finished speaking, he stared with his single eye at the two fighting, appearing even more serious than before, simply because this contest now had something to do with him.

Xuanyuan Sanguang had originally thought this exchange would take a long time, but who would have expected that after the palm power was deflected two more times, Yu Liancheng and Lianxing exchanged a glance and simultaneously struck out with a palm, their figures flying backward as fast as lightning.

Boom!!

Instantly, the airflow exploded, a sharp whistling sound rang out, and after a flurry of flying sand and stones, the area where the two had previously fought seemed to have fallen into chaos.

Xuanyuan Sanguang was instantly dumbfounded: "Damn it, how the hell is this supposed to be counted? Neither side won, and neither side lost."

Yu Liancheng's figure descended slowly from the air, a faint paleness on his face: "Good, a truly good 'Transfer Flowers and Grafting Jade'; compared to you, Hua Wuque is truly far behind."

Lianxing gave a cold snort: "What kind of palm technique was that, to be able to contend with Transfer Flowers and Grafting Jade?"

"It is a unique skill I created by drawing inspiration from some martial arts that borrow force to strike back; as for the name, I have yet to decide."

Yu Liancheng shook his head and smiled again: "Palace Master Lianxing, you originally had a one or two-tenths chance of defeating me, but now your True Qi is more than half exhausted. Although I have also consumed quite a bit of True Qi, I possess a body of hard-training kung fu, so you are bound to lose. It would be better to surrender obediently; I happen to be in need of a maid to serve tea and water."

As he spoke, his pale complexion had already returned to normal, and his whole person stood as towering and upright as a great mountain, unshakable.

"Hmph, presumptuous!"

A flash of anger crossed Lianxing's eyes; she channeled her Mingyu True Qi and struck out with a palm, surging and torrential, just like rolling sea waves and a pouring heavenly river, unstoppable.

This time, she exerted her full strength, without the slightest reservation.

She already knew that the martial arts of this person were the strongest she had encountered, apart from her sister.

But she still had great confidence in herself.

She was the Second Palace Master of Yihua Palace, and she had already cultivated the Mingyu Kung to the eighth level; in the world, apart from Yao Yue, there was absolutely no one who was her match.

The person before her was the same.

In an instant, Palace Master Lianxing had already launched forty or fifty moves. Every move and every style was the essence of martial arts; the techniques were peerlessly brilliant, and the palm power was also vigorous, overbearing, and incomparably cold.

Xuanyuan Sanguang watched with cold sweat streaming down, and only then did he believe what Yu Liancheng had said.

This Palace Master Lianxing was indeed a very kind woman; otherwise, with her true power, if she were even slightly serious, how could he have any chance of survival?

But even though Palace Master Lianxing produced one brilliant move after another, she still could do nothing to Yu Liancheng.

One could see Yu Liancheng's figure flickering, occasionally striking out a palm; the palm power was not necessarily exquisite, but every strike could not only neutralize Palace Master Lianxing's attacks but also keep her busy dealing with them.

"The Mingyu Divine Art is indeed very overbearing, but you, Lianxing, have not yet cultivated to the ninth level, so you are still not my match. Furthermore, your True Qi is more than half consumed; it is impossible for you to win against me, so admit defeat."

Yu Liancheng remained very composed and smiled: "By the way, I am also proficient in medical arts. If you stay and become my maid, perhaps I can even cure your hands and feet. When your state of mind is complete, you might even be able to successfully practice to the ninth level, and even Yao Yue would not be your match."

Lianxing's eyes flashed, but then she gave another cold snort, and her attacks became even more urgent and faster.

However, the connection between her moves was no longer as fluid as flowing clouds, simply because her True Qi was nearing exhaustion.

The two exchanged another dozen moves, and as Lianxing struck out with both palms, her left hand was a beat slower than her right.

This was because of her disabled left hand, coupled with the exhaustion of her True Qi, which caused this subtle flaw to appear, something an ordinary person would find hard to detect.

Yu Liancheng naturally would not let this opportunity slip; a divine light flashed in his eyes, and with a move of "Funguang Fuliu" from his left hand, he broke Lianxing's palm momentum, while his right hand sealed Lianxing's acupoints like lightning, leaving her unable to move.

Lianxing fell from the air and could not help but let out a delicate cry.

Yu Liancheng reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, which was slender enough to be held in one hand.

The two descended slowly from the air.

"Wearing this thing, aren't you afraid of having nightmares?" As the two descended slowly from the air, Yu Liancheng smiled and removed the mask from Lianxing's face.

Under the moonlight, a nearly perfect face appeared before Yu Liancheng.

Her long, black hair hung over her shoulders like a waterfall, her cherry lips were slightly pursed, her nose was straight and elegant, and a blush rose on her exquisite, flawless face, though it was unclear whether it was from overexertion or shame at being held in his arms.

A pair of lively, bright eyes were glaring at Yu Liancheng, yet they also held an indescribable, innocent childishness.

Yu Liancheng toyed with a strand of her hair and smiled: "Palace Master Lianxing is truly a peerless beauty. With a beauty like you by my side, I imagine the time ahead will be much more interesting."

This guy seemed to have forgotten that Xiaoxiannv would be coming to his door in a while.

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