Chapter 494: Old Man, Taste My Rod (First Update)

"Not enough?"

Thud!

"Still not enough?"

Thud!!

"Now, is it still not enough!?"

Ren Yidao asked while swinging the sheathed Long Sword in his hand high up.

His sleeve fell with gravity, revealing Ren Yidao's arm; the inner sleeve had already been torn apart by bulging muscles, displaying a knotted, muscular arm.

Under the gaze of the crowd, that already exaggerated arm expanded once more, holding the Sanlu Sword and smashing it down heavily as if swinging an Iron Rod!

The Sanlu Sword struck Yu Hongjian's head violently; the protective barrier that had blocked it before was completely deformed, creating a huge indentation, leaving only a few strands of hair's distance from his head.

The deformed barrier emitted a loud sound like a bell tolling.

Thud!!!

That ear-piercing sound made everyone present feel a bit of toothache, and they couldn't help but look at the seemingly elegant young man.

This, this isn't right, is it?

Is there something wrong with this art style somewhere?

In the eyes of the world, apart from the special case of Tuling Peak, most disciples of the Divine Path Sect are weak in body refinement, and what Ren Yidao had shown before indeed matched their thoughts.

Extremely strong Illusion Technique, skilled in Dao Technique, sweeping through everyone by relying on the Dao God...

But they missed one point: Ren Yidao's other skills are strong, but he never said his physical body was weak!

I don't say it ≠ I am weak.

Especially the disciples of the Sword Casting Hut, who stared with aching teeth at the Sanlu Sword being used as an Iron Rod by Ren Yidao, feeling very bitter inside.

Not to mention the special status of that Spirit Sword in the hearts of the Sword Casting Hut disciples, just the different treatment before and after was enough to break their hearts.

They were not worried that the Spirit Sword was being wronged...

The Spirit Sword has a spirit; if it were unwilling, it would resist on its own.

And now, not only did the Spirit Sword not resist, it was even actively providing power, allowing him to exert even greater strength.

How ironic is this?

The Spirit Sword, which they carefully worshipped and feared offending even slightly, was not cherished at all in someone else's hands and was treated so roughly.

It felt quite like the heartbreak of a goddess ignoring the fawning of a simp, only to turn around and kneel under someone else.

Lord Spirit Sword!

Why must you be like this?

Is it possible that we did something wrong?

What exactly is so good about this guy!!?

Especially since this guy doesn't even know how to use a sword; it is simply a waste of a heavenly treasure!

Damn it!

That is a sword, it is a sword!

You should at least draw it out to use it!

If you drew the sword to hack, that barrier would have shattered long ago!

"..."

And as the person trapped inside the barrier, Yu Hongjian felt it most deeply.

Ever since he provoked him again, the atmosphere around Ren Yidao had changed.

But in Yu Hongjian's imagination, someone who became famous at a young age like Ren Yidao must have arrogance, have his own persistence, and become impatient after losing face.

But he did not expect that the one before him would become violent after being thwarted... Yes, not excited, not irritable, but violent.

He would just swing the sheathed sword and smash it down at the slightest disagreement, laughing while he smashed.

This art style was truly too bizarre, making even an old beggar like him, who had seen all the ways of the world, feel a bit bewildered.

He had walked the world for so many years and had never seen such a strange character!

However, *cough cough*, it's fine.

After Ren Yidao's latest rod-like strike ended in failure, Yu Hongjian gradually set his mind at ease.

It's fine, this should be his limit.

"Cough cough! Fellow Daoist Ren, since you have already tried, why not just stop here? Let's call this round a draw, how about that?"

"This is good for both of us, don't you think? Ah hahaha..."

After intuitively feeling Ren Yidao's ferocity, Yu Hongjian also put away some of the small schemes he had prepared and decided to simply show some face and make friends.

This child has already come into his own; he must not be made an enemy!

But Yu Hongjian had chickened out, yet Ren Yidao was not having it at this moment.

"You want to reconcile with me?"

"Yes, let's stop. If we continue like this, it won't be good for anyone."

"Hah!"

Stop and reconcile?

At a time like this, you want to talk to me about stopping?

What were you doing earlier?

Are you, old man, joking?

Huhu has already revealed so many trump cards in front of everyone; do you think I would be willing to stop?

If I don't knock on your skull today, I'm not surnamed Ren!

"Do you think this is the end?"

Ren Yidao looked at Yu Hongjian, whose expression had shifted slightly, a hint of ferocity in his smile as he swung the Sanlu Sword and shook his arm.

"A draw? Are you looking down on me?"

"Not necessary!"

"Either today, I smash your turtle shell to pieces, or you leave me severely wounded."

Do I need your charity?

As for the little schemes in Yu Hongjian's heart, Ren Yidao was even more disdainful and couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind.

Since you want to save face for me, why not just admit defeat directly?

Wanting to gain benefits while refusing to shed blood—where in this world is there such a good deal?

"You!"

"You fellow, how can you be so ungrateful!"

Rejected so bluntly, Yu Hongjian could not keep his composure, glaring angrily, "This old man is only defending and not attacking to show mercy to a junior like you, yet you are completely unappreciative!"

"You talk a big game, so why don't you come and attack then?"

If you have the ability, then make a move.

This isn't an online flame war; since we are already in a one-on-one offline duel, you should be more decisive.

"You... hmph!" Yu Hongjian was so angry his messy beard stood on end, but in the end, he only let out a cold snort and continued sitting on his cane, "This old man is showing you mercy!"

"Tch."

Ren Yidao, having unleashed his true nature, sneered and crooked his finger at the old man huddled in his shell.

"Alright, if you aren't coming, then I'm going to continue."

"This time, I'm going to use my full strength."

Having said that, Ren Yidao raised his sword high once again, gathering all the strength of his physical body.

And this time, he used both hands!

A flaw!

Yu Hongjian, who had been cowering in defense, seized this flaw of less than one-thousandth of a breath and struck without hesitation.

The hunched figure of Yu Hongjian lunged from his cane, kicking a leg toward Ren Yidao's face!

This kick was infused with Formless Power; if it truly landed, even with Ren Yidao's powerful physical body, it would be difficult to endure, and he would surely be left severely wounded and dying.

The situation on the field changed in an instant; in less than a single breath, Ren Yidao went from a favorable position into a life-or-death crisis.

But Ren Yidao did not lose his composure and hurriedly reacted; he did not defend, but instead used attack as defense, gripping the Sanlu Sword with both hands and smashing it down with force.

As long as he could knock away Yu Hongjian's whip kick, he would be able to break the deadlock.

"Naive!!!"

Yu Hongjian laughed aloud, revealing a triumphant smile.

His kick was merely a feint!

The true killing blow was hidden in his palm, that filthy ball of mud he had been rolling the whole time.

The old beggar flicked his finger, and the mud scattered, revealing seven fine, short needles hidden within, which pierced toward Ren Yidao's vital points at a tricky angle.

All his previous patience had been for this moment of eruption.

Letting you brat be arrogant for so long.

It's finally my turn, old man!

The Gaitian Gang was never a righteous sect; some of their branch halls even dabbled in the dirty work of kidnapping children, and insidious methods like hidden weapons were countless.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

The seven Poison Needles pierced through Ren Yidao's Protective Qi and struck his physical body; Yu Hongjian leaped back, unable to help but speak triumphantly:

"Young man, you are very strong, but today this old man will teach you a lesson! Only the one who stands until the end is the winner!"

No matter how arrogant you were before, aren't you still poisoned by my strange toxin now?

Clink.

But immediately after, the light, crisp sounds appearing by his ears made Yu Hongjian's expression freeze.

This is?

Yu Hongjian understood that being distracted in battle was a major taboo; he truly understood.

However, at this moment, he still couldn't help but lower his head to look at the source of the sound.

On the ground, seven silver needles lay quietly, as if silently telling something.

Not only were they not stained with blood, but several of the needle tips were even bent...

This?

What just happened?

Gulp.

Yu Hongjian's face twitched, and he slowly raised his head to look at the youth with the half-smiling expression.

"You..."

The Gaitian Divine Needle was designed to break through Protective Qi; below the Heaven Realm, without an antidote, one would turn into a puddle of toxic water within three hours.

Yet these needles, which even the Formless had to be wary of, actually... actually didn't pierce his skin.

Huh?

"Are you... even human?"

What kind of monster am I fighting against!

"Heh." Ren Yidao laughed at this moment, shook his head, and then nodded, "I think you're right."

"Previous victories or defeats are unimportant; only the one standing at the end is the winner."

Ren Yidao stared at him and smiled eerily.

"Also, Sect Master Yu, have you noticed... you have stepped out of your tortoise shell?"

!!!

Not good!

Yu Hongjian raised his hand to summon his crutch, only to find that the crutch was already being pinned to the ground by a massive white beast claw, trembling violently but completely unable to break free.

Bad, bad, bad!

"Wait!" Sensing that the situation was wrong, Yu Hongjian, under the intense crisis of life and death, instinctively wanted to concede, "I con—"

【Shut up.】

Crack!

The reprimand that rang in his ears made Yu Hongjian clamp his mouth shut instantly, his eyes nearly popping out!

Wait, what is going on!?

Why can I not speak!

"Mmph!? Mmph mmph mmph!"

Words following the Law!!?

"Cough, cough!" Ren Yidao, opposite him, coughed twice, raised his hand, and wiped away a drop of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth without a trace.

Using Fox Speech to forcibly control someone across realms was still somewhat strenuous, and backlash was inevitable, but it was within a bearable range.

"Want to concede now? It's too late."

He stared at the greatly shocked Yu Hongjian, smiled cruelly, raised the club in his hand, and pointed it at the old man's forehead.

"I said it before, Ren is going to give you a good beating today!"

Although Yu Hongjian could not open his mouth, his legs were still functional, so he immediately turned his head and fled.

"Don't run!"

With a cruel smile on his lips, Ren Yidao swapped the sword in his hand for the Thunder Fire Sword wreathed in lightning and flames, chasing after the grunting, fleeing Yu Hongjian and poking his backside again and again.

Every time he poked, Yu Hongjian had no choice but to jump up to dodge.

One poke, one hop...