From the moment he had mastered the Flood Dragon Devil Fist, he had had a premonition that this set of moves could help one fight across levels. Although each punch consumed a considerable amount of True Qi, the effects it brought were sufficiently astonishing.
Even martial artists of the legendary realm had been blasted into the ground by him. With this thought, Ye Qiu’s spirit was invigorated.
The most shocked of all was Bai Xiong. The punch that Ye Qiu had just thrown made even him feel a quiver of fear. If it had been him facing that punch, he would probably have been gravely injured if not killed. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel_fіre.net
In Bai Xiong’s heart, he increasingly felt that his choice was correct. By following such a martial arts prodigy, he might not need to rely on gene fluid to enhance his strength in the future.
This punch was too powerful!
The martial artists who faced him could only falter in cold fear.
All the present members of the Ten Owls clutched their fists tight. At that moment, although they were of the same realm as Ye Qiu, the gap in their strengths was already significantly apparent.
Ye Qiu was undoubtedly invincible within his realm.
"I hadn’t expected you to transform once more, elevating your strength to such a terrifying level above the pinnacle of the True Qi realm," remarked Huangfu Jun with a sigh.
Feng Jian of Lei Ting also felt this deeply. Originally, Ye Qiu, in his eyes, was just a rather strong True Qi realm martial artist. But now, with that punch, Ye Qiu had truly proven that he possessed the power to rival the legendary realm, leaving him far behind in the martial path.
Bitterness, helplessness, exclamation...
Whether it was Huangfu Jun or Feng Jian, their feelings were indescribably complex at this moment.
With a loud thump, a figure leaped out from the ground; it was the old monk Qian Zang.
Now standing in everyone’s view, Qian Zang, with his torn robes, had lost the calm and collected demeanor he once had. His ragged appearance completely affected what was left of his high monk’s temperament.
At this moment, Qian Zang’s gaze was as deep as a pool; he had underestimated Ye Qiu several times and had tasted the bitter fruit under Ye Qiu’s Flood Dragon Devil Fist.
"Young man, you have forced this poor monk’s hand; don’t blame me for not holding back anymore," Qian Zang spoke coldly. Being knocked down by a junior in front of so many people, a supreme expert from his country, he lost all face, and even saw a flicker of doubt in Satou Yeino’s eyes about his strength.
This has never happened in many years. Ever since his breakthrough to the legendary realm, he had only been met with others’ awe. Today, in the eyes of those present, that awe was so limited, with many showing mocking expressions.
"Hmph, I have slain those of the legendary realm before; cutting you down will be no trouble," Ye Qiu responded imposingly, causing the surrounding spectators to click their tongues in astonishment. This was the first time Ye Qiu admitted to killing Gu Shan Bai Yi, and even though many had speculated as much, they were still profoundly shaken by the confirmation.
The death of Gu Shan Bai Yi not only contributed to Ye Qiu’s reputation but also disgraced Japan’s martial arts community. A Japanese martial arts expert had died at Ye Qiu’s hands, a significant loss for Japan.
Although Qian Zang didn’t have much interaction with Gu Shan Bai Yi, the two of them did share a sort of master-disciple martial path experience, enabling Gu Shan Bai Yi to accumulate enough insight to break into the legendary realm, so his death was very regrettable to Qian Zang.
It was this young man from China who made him lose a fellow traveler in martial arts who was both a disciple and a friend.
Qian Zang’s eyes glowed red as his killing intent arose.
His mouth blossomed like a lotus, and sounds of Buddhist Sanskrit emerged from his lips. As he formed a seal with his hands, his figure radiated golden light, seemingly transforming into an ancient Buddha.
"When the Bodhisattva is enraged, the common folk are beyond salvation!" Qian Zang’s palm struck down with golden light, like a laser blast, and each hit released a massive burst of energy that resonated in the air.
Ye Qiu kept dodging swiftly; at this moment, Qian Zang gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. After all, the opponent was a legend, a realm above him. As they engaged seriously, Ye Qiu dared not be careless.
At this time, Ye Qiu did not want to use the power of the residual eyeball; he was more inclined to practice with Qian Zang.
Now, with his profound accumulation in martial arts and standing at the peak of the True Qi realm, sparring with opponents of the same level hardly benefited him anymore. This was also a reason why Ye Qiu had taken the initiative to seek out this challenge—to use the master’s skills to temper himself.
Ye Qiu dodged two palms, seized an opening, and dashed forward, leaving deep footprints where he stepped; he had now closed in on the legendary realm.
He was eager for close combat with the legendary!
It must be said that skill emboldens the brave. Qian Zang became angered. Ye Qiu dared to approach him, challenging him with just his True Qi realm strength, truly not taking him into consideration.
"I’ll show you the wrath of a legend," Qian Zang immediately lunged forward, an assault more powerful than a collapsing mountain but not quite as overwhelming. Ye Qiu once again invoked the Flood Dragon Devil Fist, suddenly leaped up, flipped in mid-air, and punched as he turned his head back.
The Flood Dragon reemerged, swiftly transforming into a massive shadow of a fist.
It collided with Qian Zang’s body, smashing sounds erupting...
The energies of the two exploded, scattering countless energies around. Qian Zang’s figure shook; instead of retreating, he advanced. Ye Qiu was shocked in his heart; the opponent hadn’t been knocked away this time.
Qian Zang was now thoroughly enraged, no longer holding back his strength. Being a legend for many years, his burst was terrifying.
The berserk state of Qian Zang gave Ye Qiu a terrifying fright. Even though he had the Flood Dragon Devil Fist to rely on, he still dared not confront it head-on.
"This aura is many times more terrifying than Valley Mountain White," Ye Qiu said solemnly. He no longer clashed directly with Qian Zang, continuously retreating as Qian Zang attacked.
Wherever the two passed, only the traces of their attacks were left. Everyone quickly moved back dozens of feet in an instant; if they continued to stay in front for viewing, some would probably be killed by the residual impacts of their attacks.
"Too terrifying. This is the might of a legend. I really don’t know how Ye Qiu managed to kill a legend before. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine." A young man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. A residual wave had almost hit him; luckily, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been gravely injured if not dead.
In one go, dozens of punches, Qian Zang’s momentum undiminished. At this moment, he seemed undefeatable.
Ye Qiu could only keep dodging, not daring to fight back.
"This kind of attack, unless I rely on the power of the residual eyeball, I wouldn’t have any chance to counterattack once hit," Ye Qiu realized, acknowledging the extreme danger of Qian Zang’s state.
Avoiding the sharpness, waiting for an opportunity!
With this plan in mind, Ye Qiu focused his True Qi on dodging. In everyone’s eyes, Qian Zang continued to destroy everything like a berserk dragon, shattering everything within reach.
Ye Qiu kept dodging, and many held their breath for him, as a few attacks nearly hit him.
Seeing this scene, Sato Eno couldn’t help but laugh aloud: "Ye Qiu, why don’t you stop dodging around like a homeless dog? Aren’t you very powerful? Why not fight back, haha... Are you scared? If so, just kneel and beg for mercy!"