Chapter 143: Vast Dragon Seaturner (1/2)

Clang!

Zhao Ling ran headfirst into the barrier of light released by the yu character and bounced straight back.

“What is this?!” He focused his eyes and saw Lu Yun meditating behind the barrier, slowly recovering his internal energy.

“The Yu Talisman!!” Lethargy evaporated, Chen Xiao shot to his feet and stared at the calligraphy with stark disbelief. “That’s a talisman that’s been lost for almost ten thousand years. It’s normally displayed as an antique, since there’s such a limited number of them.

“It’s now worth as much as a first-rank immortal city.” Chen Xiao paused his stammering to suck in a breath. “It’s as valuable as ten Dusk Provinces, but that spendthrift activated one without batting an eye!!”

The destitute Dusk Province was worth less than one tenth of a first-rank immortal city, while the talisman was as valuable as one! Other than Chen Xiao, many immortals present were also staring at the talisman with a pained expression. For old fogeys partial to collecting lost artifacts, things like the Yu Talisman and Aurum Openia Pill were more precious than even the heritage of the ancient lord.

“Did Lu Yun loot the tomb of a ten-thousand-year-old heavyweight? Is that how he has these treasures?”

The Nineteen Cerulean Sword Dragons technique was another clue. Dusk Province was poor, but great resources lay hidden in the ancient tombs here.

……

“A Yu Talisman?” Zhao Ling rubbed his swollen forehead. “It’s just a turtle shell. I’ll smash right through it!”

Buzz!

Dense golden light enveloped his body, imbuing his skin with metallic attributes. Then, he approached the barrier and punched it.

Bam!

A slight tremor shook the character over Lu Yun’s head as it released a jade-like glow to offset Zhao Ling’s attack. The challenger staggered back unsteadily.

“Gaaaaaaaaah! Break!!” Guttural roars accompanied each punch against the same spot on the light curtain. Sheer velocity and force formed afterimages of his fists.

Again and again, he was thrown back, but he always recovered with the fastest speed possible and returned to the same spot, smashing out punch after punch. Light pulsed through a body that seemed to contain an endless supply of enormous strength.

Crack!

Eyes twitching, the crowd noted a very slight crack in the barrier of light.

“What a waste, what an utter waste!” Chen Xiao pulled at his hair. “What a waste of a great treasure!” He wanted nothing more than to hop onto the stage, punt the two youths away, and take the breaking talisman for himself.

……

“Break!!” Zhao Ling howled with determination, transforming his body into a figure of metal.

Bam!

Crack!

The talisman finally broke under the torrential downpour of punches and slowly scattered into dots of light.

“Die!” Without pause, Zhao Ling stepped forward and hurtled his fist at Lu Yun’s head.

The governor didn’t even move, but simply fished out another talisman and leisurely flung it into the air before the attack landed.

Yu!

Bam!

Clang!

Another golden yu manifested above Lu Yun’s head, matching the color of Zhao Ling’s body. Caught off guard, the young man was again sent sprawling by the talisman and almost fell off the stage.

“You bastard!!” Wide-eyed, Zhao Ling almost retched a mouthful of blood—not from the impact, but from anger. He’d finally broken the last talisman after tens of thousands of punches, but then the brat just took out another one!

Wasn’t the talisman worth a first-rank immortal city? Since when had it become a common weed by the side of the road that could be pulled out one after another?

Chen Xiao sat back on his recliner and huffed, “His pockets seem incredibly deep. Hmph hmph, if he wants to become my cousin-in-law, I demand a good deal of betrothal gifts!”

Qing Buyi glared grimly at him. “That’s my sister you’re talking about. Any betrothal gifts are coming to me first!”

Their voices were kept low and the Qing members didn’t dare listen in, so no one knew what the two demons were talking about. Qing Han, on the other hand, threw them a murderous glare.

Chen Xiao and Qing Buyi hurriedly put on apologetic smiles and transmitted a litany of explanations. The disguised girl quickly alternated between flushing beet-red and scowling blackly in turn.

“Lu Yun!!” growled Zhao Ling. “Are you going to face me like a man, or not?!”

The young man slowly opened his eyes and responded weakly, “My apologies. Fighting three opponents in a row has exhausted my energy. Give me fifteen minutes to recover my stamina, then we’ll have a proper fight, alright?”

In lieu of a response, Zhao Ling stepped forward and threw another punch at the barrier, his jaw set.