18 Play staged (1/2)
When Long Yu came out from the Martial Court, the stage was finally set for the show.
Liao Lele withdrew a few steps towards the crowd while firmly staring and keeping a close eye on the two contenders and shouted loudly: ”Long Yu, go for it!”
”Junior sister apprentice, I think you are wasting your time.''
After Liao Lele shouted and cheered for Long Yu, and right after that, an outer disciple standing behind her said with a contemptuous smile on his face: ”Everyone knows that the governor of the outer disciples for each month ultimately becomes an inner disciple, that is to say, Feng Yang is on the line to become an inner disciple, so how can Long Yu possibly be his opponent.''
”What utter nonsense.''
Liao Lele snorted loudly and said: ”Some people said that he was definitely not the opponent of Han Jian and Tan Yue, you do know what happened next?
When that outer disciple heard her words, he immediately gave a cold humph and looked contemptuously at Liao Lele, who was still cheerfully looking at Long Yu, and didn't speak any more.
On the side, Tan Yue was lying on a wooden stretcher, and when she heard these words, it seemed as if fire would burst out from her eyes. Her knife like gaze swept towards Liao Lele.
”This woman is so dead, actually dares to despise this lady. This lady will make her pay the price.”
Tan Yue said in a vicious tone.
Fang Kang was sitting beside her, and when he heard these words, he said:”Sister Tan, let me first deal with that waste Long Yu, then later we will deal with that insolent woman.”'
”Humph.”
Tan Yue bitterly snorted but didn't say anything else because the words of Fang Kang acted like a deterrent to her anger, after all, Fang Kang was about to become an inner disciple and he was capable of doing what just he said.
There was an open field outside the Martial Court.
At that time, Feng Yang was calm and composed and was looking at Long Yu with a touch of sarcastic color in his eyes: ”Waste, what super martial skill have you comprehended in the Martial Court that makes you so confident in front of me?''
”Why don't you try and see it for yourself? Come.”
Long Yu contemptuously smiled and gestured with his fingers telling Feng Yang to come forward. (Mystique- Bruce lee style J)
There was an obvious scornful meaning hidden in this gesture and Feng Yang's face immediately turned dark and gloomy. He immediately stepped forward towards Long Yu and fiercely said: ”Waste, tonight you won't depart from here on your own legs.”
As he stepped forward, the air in the surroundings began to vibrate, and produced ripple of shock waves in the air, which rushed towards Long Yu, standing several feet away from Feng Yang, and reached him in a blink of an eye.
”It's the Shaking air law!”
Long Yu looked at it and immediately understood what Feng Yang just used was actually an agility type martial skill known as 'The Shaking air law' that he had also seen in the Martial Court. 'Flickering wind step' was also an agility type martial skill, but these two martial skills were actually not based on the same principle.
'Flickering wind step' made the weight of the body of the practitioner very light like the wind, thus speeding up his pace, while 'The Shaking air law' actually vibrated the air and produced ripples of shock waves in the air to push the body forward with great speed.
From the beginner level till Xiao Cheng level, there was not much difference between the effects of these two agility type martial skills, but at the Da Cheng level, they were entirely different from each other.
In the Da Cheng realm of 'Flickering wind step' one could cover thirty feet distance in just one step, in a blink of an eye, thus it provided a tremendous speed to its practitioner.
At the Da Cheng level of 'The shaking air law', it was possible to greatly vibrate the air to produce mighty ripples in the air to boost the blasting speed of cultivator, and these ripples could also suppress the motion of the surrounding enemy.
As Feng Yang was soon going to be promoted to the rank of inner disciples, so it was certain that he would have definitely practiced 'The Shaking air law' to the Da Cheng level. As Feng Yang moved forward, the air ripples proliferated through the air and instantly enveloped Long Yu.
Shrouded completely with these air ripples, Long Yu immediately felt some difficulty in breathing. After practicing a martial skill to the Da Cheng level, its might also increased incredibly in comparison to its might at Xiao Cheng level.
”Nine hidden Dragons Mark, activate!”
Long Yu's used his intention to immediately activate the 'Nine hidden Dragons Mark' which then began to give off heat on his chest. The black lines on his chest began to release black traces of light that immediately spread throughout his body and granted him the strength of 10,000 Jin.
In order to confront Feng Yang, a master of Wudao fifth layer, who had also comprehended an agility type martial skill to the Da Cheng level, it was absolutely necessary for Long Yu to keep the 'Nine hidden Dragons Mark' activated at all times otherwise it would be impossible for him to face this opponent.
The next moment, the vibrating air ripples drew close to Long Yu while carrying the body of Feng Yang.
”Coiling Dragon legs!”
Feng Yang's eyes exposed fiery look and his two legs appeared similar to two big coiling dragons. He had condensed his own tyrannical Xuan qi in his legs to congeal two coiling dragons around his legs and blasted them against Long Yu from both sides.
This was the might of the Da Cheng level of a martial skill named Coiling Dragon legs!
”Zhentian Mysterious Mood, suppression!”
Long Yu clenched his teeth. The mysterious mood immediately suppressed Feng Yang along with his turbulent strength, and then right at this instant, Long Yu blasted his fists to resist Feng Yang's legs.
Demon tyrant form had increased his basic strength, and at this time, his fists contained the strength of about 20,000 Jin, that was equal to the strength of 20 fierce horses!
Long Yu's fists collided fiercely with the legs of Feng Yang, the vigorous power present their formidable Xuan qi caused a cyclone and it proliferated everywhere in the surroundings, and immediately sent dust flying upwards and scattered everywhere blocking the sights of everyone under this moonlit night.
Long Yu felt a violent pain in his fist because he just bumped his fists against the legs covered in a martial skill, Coiling Dragon legs, practiced to the Da Cheng by Feng Yang, granting an incredible strength and toughness to his legs.
However, due the condensation of Xuan qi on his fists, the strength level of the two sides was almost the same, so in this round of battle, he actually did not get any serious injuries.
Long Yu's punch had pushed Feng Yang two steps back and his face suddenly turned green. How could this waste actually possess the strength to repel him?
And what was that strange force that came out of nowhere and suddenly suppressed his strength. It made him feel like the imposing aura of the world itself was suppressing him, just as he had felt in the Zhentian Canyon?
He was still thinking, when suddenly, Long Yu's figure rushed through the flying dust like an incarnation of wind itself and vanished from the eyes of Feng Yang.
”What! He is at the Xiao Cheng level of 'Flickering wind step'?”
Feng Yang was not prepared when he suddenly lost his target in all of the dust flying in the air and barring the visibility. There was an expression of surprise on his face. He didn't think that in just one day's time, this waste could actually comprehend 'Flickering wind step' to the Xiao Cheng level!
Deng Deng Deng! (Mystique- Sound of footsteps)