Chapter 739

However, Kucheng did not panic because of this. His body was as slippery as a loach; he lifted his left leg to block Zhang Wuji's kick.

Subsequently, he curled the five fingers of his right hand into an eagle claw shape and hooked them onto the leg Zhang Wuji had kicked out.

Accompanied by a harsh friction sound, the two stalemated for a moment before suddenly erupting with powerful internal energy ripples, which swept outward and snapped all the surrounding trees.

Kucheng and Zhang Wuji both retreated a few steps.

Kucheng narrowed his eyes, "Your cultivation technique is somewhat strange."

Zhang Wuji frowned slightly. His technique originated from his Master; this martial art was broad and profound, and he had not yet mastered it fully, but his strength would never be as weak as that of ordinary Jianghu folk.

Kucheng's internal energy was very thick, not inferior to his own in the slightest, and perhaps even half a point stronger.

"Junior, you are very good."

Kucheng praised him, "But I know that you cannot sustain this kind of battle for long. If you are willing to join my Shaolin Temple, this old monk can guarantee that your future achievements will not be inferior to anyone else's, and you may even leave your name in history."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji sneered, "Do you think I would believe that?"

Kucheng sighed and shook his head, "Alas, since that is the case, this old monk has no other choice. Today, I can only send you on your way..."

"Bang—"

Kucheng widened his eyes, and a ball of golden light immediately shot out from them, heading straight for Zhang Wuji.

This golden light was as fast as thunder, arriving in the blink of an eye, and it carried a peculiar demonic nature that actually disrupted Zhang Wuji's vision, making it impossible for him to see the ball of golden light at all.

Kucheng revealed a cold smile. He had long guessed that Zhang Wuji would not be able to see through this move, otherwise, how would he dare to strike so rashly?

A curve appeared at the corner of Kucheng's mouth, but then he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a shocking wound had appeared on his chest.

"Pfft!"

Fresh blood sprayed out, splashing onto Zhang Wuji's face.

Kucheng clutched his chest and struggled to turn around and leave.

Zhang Wuji watched the back of the departing Kucheng, a chill rising in his heart.

He had not expected Kucheng to be injured, but he still did not have much confidence in winning.

If Kucheng could leave safely under such circumstances, what chance of victory did he have?

Zhang Wuji was agitated. For some reason, he felt that the affairs of the Shaolin Sect were not that simple; they seemed to be hiding some secret. ===== CHAPTER 741 =====