Vol 2 Chapter 50.2 (1/2)
Chapter 50.2
Book 2 - Fame Spreads
Chapter 50.2
A powerful True Qi gushed out of the Prostrate Imprint, and the air strictly locked Lu Xinwen in place as if been firmly tied by countless ropes without any room to move at all.
Lu Xinwen’s eyes flickered with alarm, and incredulity filled his heart.
With his recent palm, he’d already ascertained that He Yiming was an earth-type cultivator. However, at this moment, the agility technique the latter was displaying was undoubtedly belonged to the water-type.
Earth-type Prostrate Imprint, and water-type [Soaring Rain Cloud] technique.
The weight of earth, and softness of water were actually being displayed by his body at the same time, moreover being accomplished with such beauty. At this moment, Lu Xinwen even felt a kind of sincere admiration.
However, Lu Xinwen was after all a five hundred year old Xiantian cultivator who had fought countless big and small battles throughout his life. At this crucial moment, he sucked in a deep breath and made his decision.
Since he knew he couldn’t dodge, he completely gave up on doing so. Pus.h.i.+ng the Xiantian True Qi inside his body to the peak, he issued three palm strikes in succession.
His three palms closely followed each other and each carried a huge amount of raw power.
As the first palm struck the Prostrate Imprint, his body retreated a bit, as the second palm struck, a little distance was opened up between him and He Yiming, and as the third palm struck the imprint, his figure immediately scuttled backwards like a bow shot from an arrow.
He Yiming’s feet stopped. Not because he didn’t wish to pursue, but the three consecutive palm strikes const.i.tuted an enormous power. Even though He Yiming had the upper hand, he could only firmly plant his legs on the ground and neutralize this power.
As he raised his head and looked at quickly retreating Lu Xinwen, emotions welled up inside him.
In the beginning, rather than going offensive, he’d been defensive like a turtle going in its sh.e.l.l. When Lu Xinwen’s offense proved to be insufficient and his aura waned, he’d suddenly attacked by the means of [Soaring Rain Cloud] technique. However, this sure kill situation was easily reversed by the former using three consecutive palm strikes.
Xiantian cultivators were indeed not simple. The feat of killing this person simply couldn’t be accomplished by his bare hands.
However, he had no idea, his astonishment was nowhere near than that of the current Lu Xinwen.
Those three palm strikes were no ordinary strikes. It was the merit of his True Qi being compressed to the extreme. Ever since he’d attained the Xiantian realm, he never had to resort to do so while battling someone.
Three successive palm strikes were actually a kind of mystical trick of superimposing True Qi; not something the current Lu Xinwen could have mastered.
However, he once had a fortuitous encounter and received the relevant specifics from somewhere. After fumbling about this trick, he could barely manage a threefold True Qi a.s.sault. However, once he’d used it, his body would suffer some harm and he wouldn’t be able to use it again.
However, even with all its flaws, this was the limit of his accomplishment which he’d obtained through countless tries and failures. He used to believe that relying on this skill, he could easily run rampant under the heavens. However, he never expected that during today’s battle with He Yiming, he would actually have to use it in order to save his life. How could his current astonishment be described in words?
Although He Yiming’s counterattack didn’t bear him any fruit, his spiritual sense was no joke.
In his perception, Lu Xinwen’s aura was continuously dropping. This case was precisel
y the so-called one man’s loss is another’s gain. If he allowed such an opportunity to go past, only heavens could tell whether there would even be second chance.
His shoulder shuddered, and his back muscles twitched. The vine that was tightly fastened around his back was ripped into peices, and a meter long cloth sack suddenly flew up.
With ingenious use of True Qi, the three section of Reclining Moon Blade flew over He Yiming’s head.
He Yiming’s feet moved unceasingly as he raised his two hands high up and made a series of strange movements in the mid air, thereby a.s.sembling the tyrannical Reclining Moon Blade in mid air.
Stepping out, he fiercely pounced at Lu Xinwen’s retreating back, and at the same time, Reclining Moon Blade, following a strange hiss that resounded amidst the heavens and lands, bluntly struck towards Lu Xinwen.
This seemingly ordinary blade strike actually contained a miraculous and unimaginably profound power.
[Splitting Mountain Thirty-Six Forms], form one was being beautifully displayed through the means of the Reclining Moon Blade.
Lu Xinwen’s eyes constricted, and a terrifying thought eventually emerged in his mind.
From this almost four meter long weapon, he could smell a scent that felt like death to him. He’d never experienced such a feeling since he’d entered Xiantian realm.