Chapter 284 - An Angry Visitor Blocks The Way (1/2)

Ou Yangming was rather delighted as he walked briskly on the main street.

His experience from his stay at the Wu residence affected him greatly.

Before this, though he could smith magic tools, he basically relied on the unique Military Fire’s wonderful functions. Without those magical abilities, his smithing art would decline to an unimaginable stage.

After he began to comprehend the path of equilibrium, he underwent an enormous change.

He began to not rely on the Military Fire’s properties and slowly became the peculiar fire’s owner. Though it did not seem like there was a huge difference, the meaning behind it was entirely different.

Needless to say, Ou Yangming could not achieve his goal in one move, but he was starting to work toward it.

All of a sudden, he stopped and looked around him.

He had unknowingly strayed off the main road and entered a small alley.

Of course, the alley was not narrow as a carriage could easily go through, but it was more cramped than the main road, which could fit several carriages side by side.

Ou Yangming stared with his bright eyes at a person ahead.

It was a Yang Grade middle-aged man, who stood in the middle of the alley with his hands behind his back. The man also had a faint smile on his face.

Although he did not display any killing intent, he released his aura openly and aimed it at Ou Yangming. “Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?” Ou Yangming sighed and asked. The middle-aged man questioned coldly, “Are you Ou Yangming?”

“Yes, looks like you found the right person.” “Hmph, so long as that’s you. Come with me!”

Ou Yangming could not help but laugh. “Why should I?”

“Since you’re hesitant, I can only force you to do it. I’ll seize you back to report on my mission!” The middle-aged man sneered, and his eyes looked fierce. Subsequently, he took a step forward but stepped over the distance between them, then he reached out to grab Ou Yangming.

The move was done at the speed of light, and the wind blew violently as a result. If Ou Yangming’s vital parts—his head and facewas grabbed, he would suffer a severe injury.

Ou Yangming was furious. He clenched his fists and was about to counterattack when he noticed the abnormality in the sound of the wind. He furrowed his eyebrows and s.h.i.+fted half a step back in a split second.

It was just half a step, but he perfectly evaded the seemingly vicious attack. “Not bad, you’re quite skilled.” The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up, but he was not going to let it be. He wielded his palms and continued to lunge at the young fellow.

Ou Yangming’s face darkened because he sensed that the person was not an ordinary Yang Grade powerhouse. The airflow around the man vaguely carried the feeling of emptiness being turned to something actual. In a way, the person’s cultivation base was at the peak of Yang Grade, and he was a half step to Extreme Grade.

The young fellow decided to not back away anymore. He got into a low stance and yelled as he punched.

An exceptionally harsh spiritual storm accompanied the punch.

At that instant, Ou Yangming’s momentum seemed to have become incredibly fearsome to the middle-aged man. In particular, the invisible pressure was like a huge mountain that almost paralyzed the man.

It was an invisible force, but the pressure was real.

‘A great-ancestor-level powerhouse?’

An unbelievable thought crossed the middle-aged man’s mind. ‘Is Ou Yangming the disguise of a great-ancestor-level powerhouse?’

Despite feeling extremely perturbed, the man kept a straight face and maintained a steady mind.

This was because he was already informed through another source that Ou Yangming’s fist-intent had a shocking and wonderful effect. Therefore, he was well-prepared for this encounter.

Following that, the man turned his wrist and used his fist instead of his nails. He ruthlessly swung his fist at Ou Yangming.

“Boom…”

The two iron fists clashed, causing Ou Yangming to fly about 10 meters away, and he rolled on the ground to disintegrate his opponent’s fist force.

Even so, the middle-aged man did not have it any better. Ou Yangming’s fist force was average such that he could not even harm a martial artist at the peak of Yin Grade. That said, the frightening pressure that came with the force did not reduce at all, thus the man could almost not breathe.

It was a spiritual pressure, which was harder to guard against and resist as compared to physical power.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man was a powerhouse at the peak of Yang Grade. If his cultivation base was slightly lower, he would have escaped long ago after being frightened by the horrifying spiritual pressure.

He and Ou Yangming stared at each other in the air with a grave expression on their faces.