Chapter 970 – The Lightning Tearing Open the Darkness (1/2)
Chapter 970 – The Lightning Tearing Open the Darkness
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
If the young man in the bamboo hat really was from Xuelao City, then Xuanyuan Po would not mind paying everything, even his own life, to stop him.
This was what he had decided.
The young man was unaffected by this statement, his visage remaining serene.
It was the feeling that he gave everyone: to him, everything was routine, even life and death.
Both sides had already expressed their stances, so now it was time to prove them.
Xuanyuan Po knew that his opponent was very strong, at least much stronger than him, so he chose to strike first.
From the morning two days ago when he stood on the crude fighting platform in the Pine Paths, his nine consecutive victories, up to now, this was his first time striking first.
The ground thudded as his fur shoes struck the hard stone ground.
The chilly air in front of the Imperial City suddenly began to pop.
These popping sounds were not very loud, but they were extremely clear.
This was the sound of air being struck and, not having time to compress, being blasted apart.
One could imagine just how fast Xuanyuan Po was. The surrounding spectators simply could not see him, only a faint blur.
Behind the blur was a trail of dust, its target the young man in the bamboo hat.
Xuanyuan Po's left fist flew through the air, howling with the unimaginable strength and power of a thunderstorm.
Before the fist arrived, dust rose, shrouding the area like dark clouds.
The young man walked out of the dust.
And then, he placed his left hand behind him.
With this movement, his Qi changed.
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Xiaode had withdrawn from the Heavenly Selection, but he had still come to see the match.
He had brought ten-some subordinates with him, their group standing on a slope near Heavensguard Pavilion. He silently watched the events taking place in front of the Imperial City, seemingly thinking of something.
Neither the young man appearing like a lonely mountain nor Xuanyuan Po's determined and forceful declaration had caused a single change in his expression.
But when he saw the young man walk out of the dust and place his left hand behind his back, Xiaode's expression suddenly changed, his complexion somewhat paling.
This made him recall that sight in Mount Han from many years ago.
The middle-aged scholar in front of the forest had held his hands in the same way.
The middle-aged scholar had had his back to him and Liu Qing, attentively observing the fruit.
A demi-human expert and the world's number-one assassin?
When he turned around, the darkness shrouded all one thousand li of Mount Han.
Everything in the world was naturally just routine, not even worth mentioning.
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The young man walked out of the dust.
He was still not the middle-aged scholar of Mount Han, so the sky over White Emperor City did not suddenly dim.
But when he raised his right hand to meet Xuanyuan Po's left fist, the darkness still came as usual.
The darkness could shroud the thousand li of Mount Han, could obscure the entire sky, could contain or swallow all things. It could naturally block a fist.
Without any sound, Xuanyuan Po's fist was gripped in his palm.
Nothing happened afterward.