Chapter 242: The

"No wonder he has such an aura; it turns out this person is Leizhentian, the 'Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Tiger' who once shook the martial arts world with his 'String of Whips' Divine Art."

Looking at this burly man exuding a monstrous, violent aura, Li Zhenzhen's heart stirred, and she already understood his identity.

There is a peak external martial art in this world called the "String of Whips," and only two people in the current age have been able to master it; one of them is the "Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Tiger" Leizhentian.

Many years ago, this man relied on this art to sweep through the pugilistic world, carving out a massive reputation with almost no rivals, and was a prominent figure who shook the era.

In recent years, however, news of Leizhentian vanished; some said he had died at the hands of a highly famous swordsman, while others said he had perished together with this invincible swordsman.

—The swordsman in these rumors is said to be the invincible Yan Shisan.

There is also another theory: that Leizhentian had joined a highly secretive organization in the pugilistic world, becoming one of the eight leaders of this organization. Their organization is far more rigorous than the "Qinglong Society" of the past, and its power is even more immense.

And this organization is—the Heavenly Venerable.

Li Zhenzhen naturally knew that the Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Tiger had not joined the Heavenly Venerable.

But as for why Leizhentian would appear here, she had no way of knowing.

In reality, Leizhentian had indeed challenged Yan Shisan back then.

He lost, and he lost miserably.

Leizhentian was defeated by Yan Shisan; although he managed to escape by relying on his tyrannical and overbearing external martial arts, he was left on the verge of death, and only survived thanks to the rescue of the Big Boss.

This defeat further crushed his confidence in being invincible under heaven, so he simply withdrew from the pugilistic world and settled into serving the Big Boss.

From then on, the pugilistic world no longer had the invincible, hard-tempered Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Tiger, while the remote border town gained a violent and ferocious Tiehu.

Until today, when he met Yu Liancheng again.

The fire of battle that had long been extinguished in him was reignited, burning fiercely.

Leizhentian looked at Yu Liancheng and said coldly, "Then do you think I am Tiehu now, or the 'Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Tiger'?"

Yu Liancheng looked Leizhentian up and down, shook his head, and said, "Although Tiehu is a dog raised by the Big Boss, he still has some tiger-like nature and will pounce on his prey. But you look just like a watchdog—and a watchdog that doesn't know life from death at that."

"You're courting death!"

Leizhentian's brows shot up in extreme rage; he suddenly kicked the ground with his toes, and the solid floor shattered with a boom. As gravel scattered, he had already lunged toward Yu Liancheng, throwing out a punch.

Before the fist arrived, the fist-wind had already swept over; Li Zhenzhen could not help but retreat two steps, her face turning pale.

Yu Liancheng's black hair fluttered, his expression unchanged, as he pushed out a palm lightly. Compared to Leizhentian's tyrannical punch, his palm strike was as light as clouds and as gentle as a breeze.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided.

A wild wind swept in all directions; Yu Liancheng stood like a mountain, while Leizhentian stumbled backward step by step, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with every step he took.

Leizhentian's expression changed: "You... what kind of martial art is this? It's so bizarre."

He had thrown a punch with the force of a bursting flood and an erupting volcano. But when the force of the punch hit the opponent's palm, it was deflected back bit by bit, and it even carried a massive, immense power.

Yu Liancheng said calmly, "Deflecting Clouds and Turning the Moon."

With just a sliver of the opponent's strength, one can deflect layers of clouds and rotate the bright moon.

Leizhentian shouted, "Good, good, a truly 'Deflecting Clouds and Turning the Moon'; it can be called a peerless technique under heaven."

Yu Liancheng said, "It is, by nature, a peerless technique under heaven."

"I wonder how it compares to my 'String of Whips' Divine Art?"

Leizhentian exhaled and shouted; the joints all over his body suddenly cracked, sounding like a continuous series of thunderclaps. With every crack, his body seemed to grow a fraction taller, and his whole body seemed to have an endless, surging power erupting from within.

That 'Deflecting Clouds and Turning the Moon' is, after all, nothing more than a method of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

But can it deflect ten thousand pounds, or a hundred thousand pounds?

Only hearing Leizhentian let out a roar, his fist like a heavy cannon, he attacked Yu Liancheng. The power of this punch was shocking to the world, emitting a whistling sound in the air as if it contained a terrifying force capable of overturning mountains and draining seas.

Yu Liancheng let out a cold snort; this time he did not use "Deflecting Clouds and Turning the Moon," but instead threw out a punch like lightning, carrying a massive roar like a meteor breaking through the air, meeting Leizhentian's fist heavily.

Boom!

The two fists collided.

This muffled sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the heart and spirit.

"How is this possible?" Leizhentian was incredulous. If the opponent had used clever force to dissipate or redirect his full-power punch, or had used superior footwork to dodge it, that would be one thing, but he had met it head-on without any tricks, and it even looked like he still had strength to spare.

Yu Liancheng smiled and beckoned to him: "Use more strength; is this all the power you have to claim you practice hard-tempered martial arts?"

"Good, so you also practice hard-tempered martial arts; I'd like to see whose is superior."

A flash of light appeared in Leizhentian's eyes; his fists struck out like a violent storm, fast as lightning, each punch carrying the force of a thousand jun, unstoppable.

He had great confidence in his "String of Whips" Divine Art, even now.

Yu Liancheng did not say much; his hands, wrapped in the momentum of overturning mountains and draining seas, struck out continuously.

Bang, bang, bang!

The collision sounds were as dense as drumbeats, kicking up waves of energy like a raging gale, venting in all directions.

Li Zhenzhen retreated again and again, feeling that the collision sounds triggered by the two men's fight were making her heart feel as if it were about to jump out.

The floor was trampled into pieces, dust filled the air, and one could almost only see the afterimages of the two men.

Li Zhenzhen's thoughts turned; perhaps this was truly the best time to escape.

But just as this thought arose, a sense of murderous intent enveloped her from head to toe, and she immediately felt icy cold.

Li Zhenzhen shivered, quickly wiped away that thought, and focused her full attention on these two experts who had cultivated hard-tempered martial arts to the pinnacle.

It was just a pity that the dust was thick, and the speed of the two was too fast; it was impossible to capture them with the naked eye.

However, she figured Yu Liancheng must have the upper hand; after all, in such a high-intensity battle, he still had the heart to pay attention to a captive like her.

Leizhentian's back was already soaked with cold sweat, because the opponent's moves were not only more exquisite than his, but his strength was greater and his speed was faster... his power was more than a notch above his own.

The opponent often broke through his defense and slammed a punch into his body.

It was just that he did not win with a single strike, but rather a pure True Qi surged into his meridians along with the fist.

Leizhentian felt it was inexplicable, but in the midst of this intense exchange, he had no time to expel those strands of True Qi, and could only let them remain within his body.

Such a stifling fight was the first time in his life, and he could not help but let out a fierce roar, throwing a punch with all his might.

However, this punch missed.

"This martial art is actually quite interesting." Yu Liancheng's expression revealed a look of contemplation; he had stood at the spot where Leizhentian had previously been at some unknown moment, looking as spotless as ever.

He suddenly exhaled and shouted, and one could hear a series of "crackling" sounds coming from his bones, while his figure also grew slightly more burly and tall.

"You... you..." Leizhentian could not help but take two steps back; his "String of Whips" divine art had actually been learned by the opponent.

"Rest assured, I only stole a bit of the essence; I trust that you, as the famous 'Wind, Cloud, Thunder Tiger', would not mind." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.

He had indeed only learned the surface.

During his exchange with Leizhentian, he had continuously sensed the opponent's internal Qi circulation routes and methods of attack. After a round of fighting, he had already vaguely grasped the mysteries of the "String of Whips."

"Alright, I should go in and find the Big Boss." Yu Liancheng waved at Li Zhenzhen behind him, signaling her to follow him.

Leizhentian did not speak, but merely let out a cold snort, blocking the entrance; his intention was self-evident.

Snap!

Yu Liancheng smiled and snapped his fingers.

After this sound, one could hear another series of crackling noises from within Leizhentian's body, sounding like bones shattering.

A moment later, his face was drained of color, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

Leizhentian raised his head, his sharp eyes bloodshot; he looked at Yu Liancheng for a long while, his voice becoming low and hoarse: "Good, good methods..."

By the time the last word "methods" was spoken, this Wind, Cloud, Thunder Tiger, who had stood as firm as an iron tower, suddenly began to collapse, soften, and slump... His body, which had been impervious to blades and spears and possessed a Golden Body, had at this moment turned into a pile of mud, soft mud.

It turned out that although Yu Liancheng's previous punches on Leizhentian's body had been light, he had used true force, causing severe damage to his entire skeletal structure. And that snap of his fingers had completely detonated the True Qi buried within Leizhentian's body.

Yu Liancheng sighed softly.

The sigh drifted away in the wind.

And he and Li Zhenzhen had already entered the Big Boss's mansion.

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