Chapter 309 (2/2)

The second one to make her move was Ye Hongyu, the Tao Addict.

She didn't want to get involved in this battle for she had already recognized the man. She knew he was a visiting professor of the Divine Hall and was well aware of his strength. More importantly, she had no good will toward Ning Que and wouldn't shed a single tear even if he was minced into meat paste.

But she couldn't help fighting back because the fist was too perfect.

Only cold-blooded and straightforward people were capable of such a perfect fist and only people without thoughts of escaping could face it unflinchingly. At that moment, she realized that the man wouldn't hesitate even if he knew who she was. The resolute fist was all she needed to know about his att.i.tude.

She stood on the path where the fist would definitely pa.s.s and attempt to cut it down with her invisible Taoist Sword. She didn't harbor any hope of succeeding because she knew she was far beneath her opponent despite being in the Knowing Destiny State. Sometimes, she would even think that not even G.o.d was as powerful as him.

Per her expectations, her most powerful Taoist Sword seemed like a wooden one in front of the fist. The sword suddenly shattered into pieces of iron and disappeared without leaving any trace.

Tang Xiaotang was the last one to fight back.

Because she considered herself a descendant of the Enlightenment Doctrine, she believed that people outside the path were the self-proclaimed orthodox cultivators from Central Plains and insisted on retaliating last.

She didn't know who the middle-aged man was, but she could guess. That was why there was no fear in her bright eyes, only excitement.

She was excited not because she could defeat her opponent. Rather, she knew she would never be able to do it. So she didn't fight back like she would against Snowfield Direwolfs or use her blood-color huge blade to cut Prince Long Qing. She folded her arms in front of her chest, making the best possible defense of herself.

Just as she had expected, her crossed-arms atop her delicate chest was flung apart in an instant.

The fist had always targeted Ning Que, only holding back its true power when pa.s.sing the three girls. However, its trajectory was akin to a flood pa.s.sing through a small mountain village.

Ning Que quickly closed his big black umbrella and used it like a tail to help him keep his balance. Looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, he was calm and concentrated and he was already gripping the hilt behind him.

The oncoming fist meant the shadow of death was just in front of his eyes. He was terrified, but his past experience had taught him the more dangerous it was, the more he had to remain calm.

Many times, it was this kind of calmness that allowed him to evade death.

He hoped he could pull off the same today.

It was as if Haotian or Yama heard his prayer. His calmness in the face of death allowed his memories of the message left behind by Master Lotus in his consciousness to become vivid in a flash.

He didn't understand the message but he came to understand the fist.

He even inexplicably thought of many countermeasures against the fist. Those countermeasures were strange and beyond understanding, yet… they required a state that he couldn't reach now!

Was this the absolute difference in power among states?

Staring at the fist, a trace of hopelessness finally colored his eyes.

From the moment the fist broke through the fog and arrived in front of Ning Que, that middle-aged man had only threw a single fist.

He had spent the past few days in deep thought by the Hulan Sea and decided to put aside all his worldly problems and make a clean break from the past. Thus he gathered all the spirits of Peak state of Martial Arts in his fist.

He needed only one fist to squash the four powerful youngsters of the current generation.

There was no way to stop such a fist at all. There were few people in this world was worthy of him firing a second fist at them.

And there was no one who could stop his fist.

Not the emperor of Tang or the hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace.

But it stopped just as it was about to hit Ning Que.

The fist, so decisive and perfect in Ye Hongyu's eyes, stopped in front of Ning Que.

The extreme transition from movement to stillness was a testament to the man's amazing state of Martial Arts.

No one in the world could stop the fist except the man himself.

His fist came flying through plains and lakes, pa.s.sing the Tuyang City, to finally come here. The fist was so decisive and determined, even carrying the desire to fight the world, yet why did it stop now?

A scholar had mysteriously appeared beside Ning Que.

The scholar had thick eyebrows and a broad forehead. Dressed in an old gown and a pair of worn straw shoes, he seemed like a nice person. A wooden dipper and an old book were strapped to his waist. His clothes were layered with dust yet he seemed clean beyond measure.

It was impossible to tell the scholar's age. He didn't exude any oppressive aura, merely choosing to stand quietly beside Ning Que. He even seemed a little naive and straightlaced.

But as long as he was there, the fist dared not to move forward no matter how powerful and determined it was.

That was because the scholar was the Eldest Brother of the Academy.

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