Chapter 080 – Turtle Drake Protecting Its Master (1/2)
080 – Turtle Drake protecting it's master
Cui Zhaoren extremely liked this folk song, which is widely known throughout the kingdom: hate is like a gust of wind, it will leave after cutting through everything. By using this sort of pace, who would not be helpless.
After killing Li Muyang in one strike, he would pin him with the crime of colluding with the enemy. n.o.body would be able to reverse his verdict.
He already took it to heart when Li Muyang challenged his authority, now that he knows Li Muyang is enrolled into Starry Sky Academy, he could no longer restrain himself.
Cui Zhaoren knows clearly about the special existence of Starry Sky Academy. Li Muyang was admitted with the results of the first place in the imperial exam, with some time, he probably would also become a famous person of the divine continent just like Li Qiubai.
Even if that possibility is next to nothing, he still absolutely cannot stand aside and allow him to become stronger.
Get rid of the weed before it's too late; eliminate the worm while it's still small.
If he waited till Li Muyang entered Starry Sky Academy, waited till he had some accomplishment or met a major person, it would be too late at that time.
So, that's why he suddenly attacked.
Cui Zhaoren had already stepped into the higher stages of the Free Clouds realm. If he diligently practices, sharpens his skills, with a lucky chance, he may also reach the Withering Glory stage, and be able to decide life and death with just one thought.
Entering the state of Withering Glory at this age, how many people in the entire West Wind Kingdom would be able to compare to him?
With the power of the high level of the free clouds to kill a frail scholar who achieved first in the exam, the result is obvious.
Others were unguarded, but Li Muyang was on the alert all along.
From the very first moment he laid his eyes on Cui Zhaoren, Li Muyang felt danger.
This man's facial features is difficult to get annoyed by, even if he'd always put on a serious face and his smile also ice-cold—-but at those times he's still considered as a handsome guy, right?
This is a world that only takes notice of someone's face. No matter what bad things a good-looking person does, it's always easier to accept. If some ugly person were involved in a scandal, there's no reason to forgive them.
However, Li Muyang sensed a dark aura from his body.
Like rotting corpse inside ancient tombs or vipers hiding in the gra.s.s, those who met his gaze would instantly think of death or a feeling of despair would come to mind.
Li Muyang could clearly feel the hostility he has towards himself, although he does not know where this hostility came from exactly.
He did not show his desire to kill but from his smile, Li Muyang was able to feel his murderous intent.
So, Li Muyang has been secretly keeping his guard up.
Acc.u.mulating qi in his dantian, gathering power.
This is the foundation of the 'Art of Breaking Body'.
Quietly waiting.
Just as Cui Zhaoren drew out his sword without any warning, Li Muyang also punched out.
This is the punch he has long prepared.
This was the explosive punch he waited to throw out after having stored up power.
With one punch out, all living things would be annihilated.
Breaking fist!
Biting-cold, penetrating, distressing, this was the sword.
Domineering, powerful, blast of heat, this was the punch.
Long sword against heavy fist; intentionally mounting a sneak attack versus vigilant counterattack.
The aura from the sword flashed across the sky, much more dazzling that the rays of light from the scorching sun s.h.i.+ning upon the earth.
The heavy punch was like clap of thunder, rumbling loudly, its vibration causing immense pain in the eardrum that's difficult to return back to usual.
There were hundreds of people on the deck, but no one could see what was happening.
Except for the two parties.
Before their eyes was only a cloud of white light, a vast expanse of whiteness.
As if a fireball suddenly exploded in front of them.
Bang—–
The fist and sword collided against each other.
Like a landslide and tsunami, a source of violent energy vigorously engulfed everything.
Cui Zhaoren can no longer withstand this force, his body stumbled back again and again. As his legs lurch back his heels exerted strength to try and firmly remain on the plank to stop his momentum from declining, unfortunately that force was indeed too strong, pieces of plank flew into the air while Cui Zhaoren's body continuously fall back to the edge of the vessel.
Crash—-
The railing fractured; the part struck by his body plummeted into Fowl Crying Lake.
Li Muyang was even worse off.
Although he has been painstakingly practicing 'The Art of the Breaking Body' for several months, but according to the growth ring of the cultivators in the vast Starry Sky he does not even have the qualification to get started, he can't even state the true meaning of 'start'.
What position do you stand? Where are you heading to? What is your path? You have to go through which method to arrive there?
Li Muyang does not even know how to answer a single one of these questions, how could he talk about getting started?
He just relied on the original scroll, a little basic knowledge from Li s.h.i.+nian's memory and the method of training that's hidden deep inside his mind to conduct a series of reasoning and systematically formulate a suitable method for himself to practice——-
There was n.o.body to tell him whether his ways of practice was in the right direction.
Of course, Li s.h.i.+nian did praise him several times that he's smart.
His mind is adequately prepared but his body was caught off guard.
A trash youngster who had only trained for merely less than a year, the moment he made his move he encountered a famous genius swordsman who'd already set foot on the high level of the free clouds——-
The answer really has no suspense.
Li Muyang's body was sent flying into the air. The moment the force of his breaking fist collided against Cui Zhaoren's 'Sword of Tribulation', the two extreme brutal powers exploded and he lost consciousness.