252 Fearful Hear (1/2)
This old man's Cultivation of Inner Qi far surpassed his and should have already reached the limit of the Qi Nucleation realm. However, it was not a surprise. It was said that this person had already been an ancient martial arts practitioner at the peak of the Qi Nucleation realm 20 years ago. After 20 years of Cultivation, although he had not broken through into the Embryonic Breathing realm, he had basically reached the limit of the Qi Nucleation realm.
Mo Wen got a shock internally. However, Old Fellow Qin had gotten an even bigger shock in reality. Previously, he had never battled Mo Wen before, so he did not have a good gauge of Mo Wen's abilities. However, after battling him, he realized that he had underestimated Mo Wen.
In their previous battle, they had been on equal ground. At first, he had thought that it would be easy to defeat this young man. However, the result was far from what he had expected.
It was hard to believe that a young man could have such scary abilities. Old Fellow Qin's heart started to sink. To him, the scenario was playing out in an increasingly pessimistic direction.
He was not a young man, nor was he a master of the Embryonic Breathing realm. In comparison with the young man, he was just too far behind.
At that point, it was difficult to even say if he would be able to defeat Mo Wen. It was very possible that he would even be defeated at the hands of this youth.
”Old Fellow Qin, you indeed live up to your name. I will be able to learn a lot from you today.”
Mo Wen laughed coldly. Naturally, he would also be able to consider the things that Old Fellow Qin thought of. Although this old fellow had a much higher Cultivation than he did, he also had his advantages. Since this old fellow was still not of the Embryonic Breathing realm, he was not much of a threat to him.
He no longer had to worry too much about his journey with the Qin Clan. A clan that did not have someone with the Embryonic Breathing realm in command did not have the capability to make him fearful.
In the next moment, Mo Wen's figure flashed again and became a golden red ray, crashing directly into Old Fellow Qin.
He used brute force to target force and with a ferocious manner, he started to battle Old Fellow Qin.
In a moment, the surroundings were ravaged by Inner Qi, with sand flying and pebbles rolling. The skies turned color, and a scary blast spread as it crashed into the surrounding environment.
The people of the Qin Clan had long since hidden far away. They were all afraid to be affected by the battle.
A bunch of golden rays that looked like little suns knocked into a bunch of dark purple rays. In a few blinks of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged blows hundreds and thousands of times. The boundless Inner Qi rained down on them in torrents, and was seemingly continuous and unstoppable.
Whether it was Mo Wen or the great grandfather of the Qin Clan, both of them had given it their all. The battle had only gone on for a short while but had reached a stalemate.
The two of them were masters equivalent to the peak of the Qi Nucleation realm. One of them had a very high Cultivation, and the other was once a master in the Golden Elixir realm. The battle between the two was unmatched by the average ancient martial arts practitioner.
”Dragon Tiger Fist!”
The Cries of Dragon sounded out continuously and traveled throughout the Qin Clan's mountain villa. It conveyed the majesty of a dragon as it suddenly descended upon them.
A golden divine dragon with deer antlers, fish scales, and five shiny eagle's talons coiled around Mo Wen's bright, gold arm as it continuously cried out.
He flew up into the sky, and his fist fiercely punched towards that bunch of purple rays, directly crushing it. That unusual golden dragon immediately exploded violently, and the entire sky exploded with golden rays. It had completely buried that bunch of purple rays.
”You actually know so many ranked martial arts! Just what is your background?”
A bunch of purple rays shot out from within the bunch of golden clouds. As compared to before, the rays had dimmed significantly, and his body was a little unstable as it temporarily hovered in mid-air.
At this point, Old Fellow Qin was pale, and he looked at Mo Wen, stunned. As compared to before, his aura had gotten significantly worse.
To any sect of ancient martial arts, ranked martial arts were a very treasured darling. Even the ten big sects of the ancient martial arts world valued them greatly.
Although their Qin Clan was rather powerful, they only had one ranked martial art. Moreover, it was obtained coincidentally by an ancestor hundreds of years ago. After attaining the Cries of Tiger Claw, he had gradually been able to build up the current Qin Clan.
However, there were actually so many ranked martial arts that had been demonstrated by that youth. Moreover, they were not simple at all, at least not any more so than the Qin Clan's Cries of Tiger Claw. How could a single youth have such a deep understanding of the ins and outs of it? It was something that even the Qin Clan was unable to do.
Immediately, Old Fellow Qin knew that Mo Wen did not come from a simple background. He possibly had some great power with a profound inside story backing him.
He knew that many other major ancient martial arts sects did not know many ranked martial arts, either. It was not easy to even know two or three of them. Being able to learn more than five ranked martial arts was basically a feat only achievable by a master in the Embryonic Breathing realm.
Being able to learn more than ten ranked martial arts was basically only achievable by those powerful sects ranked in the top ten positions, or those who had ever been placed as top ten powers in the ancient martial arts field. Only then would they have such profound understanding.
How could three ranked martial arts being demonstrated consecutively by a youth not cause one to feel stunned? Normally, in such cases, these people had the backing of major powerful sects.
If this youth had some amazing backing, it would basically be a nightmare for the Qin Clan.