Chapter 30: The Monk Admits Defeat

Laoshi Heshang is very honest, because everything he says is the truth; he almost never lies.

Laoshi Heshang is also not very honest, because it has already been discovered that those who have bullied Laoshi Heshang always meet with misfortune a few days later—the misfortune of a bloody disaster.

Now, Laoshi Heshang wants Yu Liancheng to meet with misfortune as well.

One of his palms struck out, and in the process, it actually grew a few sizes larger, faintly glowing with a crimson color and carrying a scorching heat. Amidst the whistling palm wind, even the air seemed to become parched, the moisture evaporating as if in a desert.

"Well struck!"

Yu Liancheng's five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist, and he threw a punch, its momentum like lightning across the sky.

Bang!

Both of their moves were very rigid and fierce, yet the sound of the fist and palm colliding was very light.

Yu Liancheng even felt as if he had struck cotton, light and airy, meeting no resistance.

Meanwhile, Laoshi Heshang's figure suddenly floated backward, his movement technique agile and swift. In particular, this light-body leaping technique was not even inferior to Lu Xiaofeng's.

In the blink of an eye, he had already smashed through the window and flown out.

It turned out that Laoshi Heshang's palm strike just now was not truly intended to make Yu Liancheng meet with misfortune, but rather to use the force to escape.

"Good movement technique." Yu Liancheng clapped his hands in praise, his figure leaping like a flying immortal, his speed incredibly fast, and he had already followed closely after Laoshi Heshang's shadow.

"Bah, two stinking men. Is this young lady really so lacking in charm? Truly blind as bats." Watching the backs of Yu Liancheng and Laoshi Heshang, Ouyang Qing, who usually had a very good temper, stomped her feet in anger.

For a woman, being ignored is in itself a form of rudeness, let alone for a woman as proud and beautiful as Ouyang Qing.

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Perhaps because this world is too dangerous, where one might lose their life at the slightest carelessness, every expert who has been famous for a long time has excellent light-body skills.

Laoshi Heshang's movement technique is not considered graceful, but it is truly fast.

His straw sandals tapped the roof, and his whole person shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring. When the speed slowed slightly, he would tap the roof again, repeating this cycle.

Fortunately, Yu Liancheng's light-body skill is also not bad. Although his figure was slightly behind, with a distance of one or two zhang from Laoshi Heshang, he was rapidly closing the gap. Yu Liancheng was confident he could catch up to Laoshi Heshang in ten breaths at most.

And just at this moment, Laoshi Heshang's toes tapped on the roof ridge, but his figure folded in mid-air, rolling back like lightning.

His speed flying out had already been very fast, but now, rolling back, it was a step faster.

It was like a bolt of lightning, a black bolt of lightning.

Laoshi Heshang's arms reached out, but his hands were tucked into his robe sleeves.

The robe sleeves fluttered, appearing like two black clouds, obscuring the light of the sun and moon as they enveloped Yu Liancheng.

All of this happened very quickly; if it were an ordinary expert, they might not even have had time to react before being struck by Laoshi Heshang.

But Yu Liancheng did not; he remained very composed, as if he had long anticipated this turn of events.

Ang!

Suddenly, a sound like a dragon's roar erupted from Yu Liancheng's mouth.

This sound condensed into a line, drilling into Laoshi Heshang's ears like a venomous insect; it did not seem to cause him any injury, but his circulating True Qi suddenly stalled.

It was also at this moment that Yu Liancheng's pair of palms struck out toward the two black clouds.

His palms were naturally fair and slender, with distinct knuckles, and were extremely beautiful.

And as he pushed his palms out at this moment, a crystalline jade light actually emerged. This made the pair of hands appear as if carved from fine jade, without a single speck of impurity, perfect to the extreme, like a work of art.

Bang bang!

Only two muffled sounds were heard; the black clouds were torn apart, and the light of the sun and moon reappeared.

Laoshi Heshang's wide sleeves shattered like torn silk, scattering and drifting away.

And after Yu Liancheng's palms broke through the two sleeves, the residual palm force pushed forward, slamming solidly into Laoshi Heshang's chest.

Instantly, Laoshi Heshang fell obliquely from the air like a meteor, a mouthful of blood spilling from his mouth, his face pale.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, he clapped his hands in the void, like a large fat bird flapping its wings, generating a gust of wind out of thin air to support his body, slowing his descent.

His toes tapped the ground lightly, and his whole person shot away again like an arrow.

But just as Laoshi Heshang had dashed out, Yu Liancheng had already attacked.

Yu Liancheng's left leg was slightly bent, his momentum restrained. It was like a divine sword in its sheath; once drawn, it would be Sword Qi soaring to the heavens, its brilliance magnificent.

His right leg was raised straight and smashed downward, the air booming; not only was the power astonishing, but it also carried a sharp intent, like a heavenly axe cleaving down.

Laoshi Heshang clapped his hands out, barely catching the attack of the right leg, and just as his figure was falling sharply, Yu Liancheng's left leg suddenly flicked out, piercing toward his chest like a divine sword.

Bang!

The toe tapped on Laoshi Heshang's chest; even though he had tried his best to neutralize it, a sharp force still invaded his body, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

Following closely, Yu Liancheng's legs coiled, twisting as if he had no bones, turning into streaks of afterimages that whipped toward Laoshi Heshang like a covering sky and earth.

This series of attacks was extremely swift; Laoshi Heshang did not even have a chance to catch his breath or beg for mercy, and could only busily wave his hands, as if he had grown countless arms to catch the sky-filling whip shadows.

Bang bang bang!

The force of the Qi exploded continuously, and in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of moves.

Laoshi Heshang was firmly suppressed on the ground by Yu Liancheng's legs, which left him both shocked and terrified.

Although this Laoshi Heshang usually kept a low profile, his martial arts were actually quite extraordinary. Aside from the Wumingdaozhu, Xiao Laotou, he was confident he had a chance of victory against anyone else, even Gong Jiu, who used the sword like an evil spirit.

Yet facing Yu Liancheng, he did not have a single ounce of strength to fight back.

Furthermore, even a young novice who had just stepped into the world knew that the "Jade-Faced Mysterious Sword" could fight across a thousand miles with a single sword, his sword technique peerless, while his leg technique was merely a side-path martial art he practiced.

If his leg technique was already this fierce, how many moves could he last if he used the "Duoqing Sword"?

Ang!

Just at this moment, another dragon's roar sounded.

Laoshi Heshang could not help but stall; the force that Yu Liancheng had struck into his body during their exchange now erupted all at once.

And Yu Liancheng's right leg had already cleaved down like a Heavenly Blade severing the void, its momentum unstoppable.

Although Laoshi Heshang's breath was obstructed, fortunately he was able to open his mouth, and as his figure retreated rapidly, he shouted, "Wait, wait, I admit defeat; I am willing to help you with whatever you want to do."

A monk is also afraid of death, especially a monk like him, who cannot go to the Pure Land if he dies, but can only go to hell.

Yu Liancheng withdrew five parts of his leg's momentum, yet it still slammed into the monk with a "bang," sending him flying backward like a rag Wawa, crashing into a wall and embedding his entire body deep within it.

"Apologies, my skills are not yet refined, and I cannot yet control my strength with perfect ease."

Yu Liancheng drifted down from the air like an Exiled Immortal, a breeze-like smile still lingering on his face.