Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

“I’ll say, no wonder you let me break that slave’s arm off so easily. So it’s because Elder Feng needs more credit.”

Xu Yi laughed coldly.

“You’re asking for death!”

Elder Feng saw a window of opportunity from the corner of his eye. Without revealing any hint that he was attacking, he suddenly leapt forward raising his hand in a fist. The fist that was thrown was silent nor earth-shattering like the move they had exchanged before. Even the grass by the roadside did not waver in the least. But the speed of the fist was extremely fast, leaving Xu Yi virtually no time to evade before the silent fist was already right in front of his face.

Huu!

Xu Yi clenched his abdomen, expelling white air from his mouth. The fist he had kept by his waist all this while fired out like a cannonball.

Since he could not evade, there was no point trying. They were both at the peak of Body Forging, so what was there to fear?!

An explosive bang resounded. The earth seemed to shake from the impact.

In the exchange of fists, Xu Yi struck Elder Feng’s left shoulder while Elder Feng connected with Xu Yi’s stomach.

Elder Feng took the punch but did not even flinch. His two feet, however, sank half an inch into the ground while a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

When struck, Xu Yi, on the other hand, flew over three meters backwards like a kite with its strings cut, breaking apart numerous fir trees before lying on the ground motionless.

“Ha ha ha…”

Elder Feng laughed and happily taunted, “You brat! Did you think I did not notice that you were talking with me just to buy time, to circulate your qi and regain your energy?! I simply went along with your plan, buying time to combine my nine meridians to gather strength. With the strength of three bulls, the taste of my Desolate God Fist did not feel too good, right? Ha ha ha…”

Xu Yi felt pain all over his body, as though each bone in his body was in pieces. When that frightening fist hit him, it felt as though a small mountain had crashed into him. He almost lost consciousness when Elder Feng’s voice reached his ears, shocking him to his senses. “Strength of three bulls, how is that possible?!”

From what Liaochen taught him, he knew that when one reached the peak of Body Forging, one would have the strength of one bull. Because of differences in techniques and talent, a weaker practitioner may have less than the strength of one bull, and a stronger one may have more but definitely not more than the strength of one and a half bulls.

He himself, who had surpassed the limits of a human body through arduous training, could only generate roughly the strength of one and a half bulls with an all-out attack.

But this strike of Elder Feng’s could actually match the strength of three bulls, totally shattering the common notion on the matter.

Elder Feng finished laughing and looked coldly at Xu Yi as though he were already dead. With his palm, he chopped down a stiff branch, then gently whittled it with his nail to create a sharp end, refashioning it into a spear. Taking it into his hand, he moved as fast as lightning as he stabbed it right at Xu Yi’s left shoulder.

Elder Feng’s intention was to capture Xu Yi alive. The stab was meant to pin Xu Yi into the ground. All that would be left would be to slowly torture Xu Yi to force him to reveal how he had cultivated his power so quickly.

Whoosh!

With a great force applied to the spear, it whistled as it cut through the air, stabbing into Xu Yi’s shoulder blade in a flash. But the dull sound that came from the impact was not that of a spear on flesh.

Elder Feng’s expression darkened. Xu Yi flipped to his feet with a kip-up, stared straight at Elder Feng, and said, “I’ll bet you can’t throw a second punch with the strength of three bulls.”