Chapter 48.2 (1/2)

Book 2 - Fame SpreadsChapter 48.217 Apr 2017Note:7/7

After clasping his hands towards He Quanxin, Fan Shui immediately acted.

At this moment, the distance between the two was almost the same compared to the previous fight between He Yitian and Fan Vastsun, because this was the conventional distance during a duel.

Fan Shui slightly raised his palms as his two heels lightly rose up and he glided forward.

His movements were exactly the same as that of Fan Vastsun's initial movements. If one insisted on finding the difference, his speed was much quicker and he was much nimbler; his movements appearing to be even more like flowing water.

The water without a ripple from an ancient lake instantaneously transformed into that of a multivariate river. This sudden transformation gave a extremely contradictory feeling, seeming as if Fan Shui had always been two separate individuals, or as if there were simply two individuals acting in parts.

Not a smidgen of ease could be seen of He Quanxin. His reaction was also similar to He Yitian's. He raised his palm, steadily waiting for the opponent's attack.

With a light rumble, the palms struck against each other, and the formidable Internal Energy immediately unleashed incomparable power. Strands of invisible Internal Energy rippled out from under their feet. Some cracks appeared on the ground as well due to the severe battle between two tenth layer experts.

He Quanxin's figure stood as steady as a boulder as he severely resisted the powerful impact. With a slight shudder for a moment, he steadily stopped.

Fan Shui's figure, however, shuddered once, then suddenly retreated a step back.

Although his water-type techniques were quite formidable, as far as the cultivation base went, he was only on par with He Quanxin. Under the restraint of their techniques, he was inevitably a bit inferior.

However, the step he'd taken back only touched the ground with the tip of his feet before he again charged. However, this time, he thrusted out his palm like a knife.

The slightly protruding out middle finger flickered with a faint sparkling glow, like a falling water droplet, reflecting the sunlight.

Completely unfazed, He Quanxin again raised his palm, lightly pus.h.i.+ng it towards his opponent's pointed palms.

Suddenly, He Quanxin's face slightly changed. He'd felt a strange power. This power appeared to be as soft as cotton, seemingly not too strong. However this power carried an aura as if it would never stop before penetrating through whatever be in its way.

He Quanxin's suddenly felt a chill, 'Why is this feeling so similar to the characteristics of metal type?' However, as their Internal Energy collided, he clearly understood that Fan Shui had still used water-type Internal Energy without any change whatsoever.

Fan Shui repeated half a step, then again advanced half a step, and every time he did so, he always thrusted out his palm like a blade, seeming as if this const.i.tuted all of his techniques.

However, while confronting this simple thrust that could almost make people feel drowsy, He Quanxin's face was exceptionally grave. His legs faintly bent, steadily resisting strike after strike. However, it was all he did. From the beginning to end, he'd not struck once; not even once just in name.

Under such an a.s.sault which was not quick at all, He Quanxin was actually completely powerless to retaliate.

He Yiming's eyebrows slightly twitched. At this moment, his consciousness and True Qi were completely concentrated. Under such state of high concentration, his perception capabilities were even higher in comparison to usual.

In his perception, Fan Shui no longer resembled the torrential water of a huge river, but water droplets that slowly fell down from a cliff's edge.

Although such water droplets seemed completely ordinary, their power couldn't be looked down upon.

Although water of a large river flows with a torrential vehemence, covering thousands of li in an instant, after the flood is over, mountains still remains mountains, lands still remains lands. It could not destroy the lands itself.

However, the water dripping down from a cliff is different. Even they it could never drown the big stones underneath, but their efforts allow them to create a new miracle, which is to penetrate the stones.

When the count of dripping water droplets attains infinite, dropping on a specific part of the big stone for several years, regardless of how tough the stone is, the seemingly powerless water droplets open out a small opening on its surface.

The current Fan Shui had done precisely the same. He'd compressed all the Internal Energy to a high degree and striking out bit after bit, to pierce through the huge rock before him.

However, such a method of battling with compressing one's Internal Energy would undoubtedly bring a certain impact and damage to the body. For a short time period, battling as such wouldn't be problematic at all, but if continued for a long time, even an individual made of iron wouldn't be able to preserve.

However, at the same time, such a method of battling which ignored the harm brought to one's own body also provided unimaginably huge might.

Even with the mutual restraint, Fan Shui had no trouble gaining the absolute upper hand.

Not merely He Yiming, every individual present on the ground whose cultivation had attained the seventh layer could see through this matter.

The blankness and loss in Fan Vastsun's eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by grief and guilt.

Suddenly, he understood the meaning behind his father's words.

He understood that what his father intended to do was to simply stake his life on this victory.