Chapter 139: Chapter 39: Why Does Everyone Have a Second Form?
’Not fast enough?’
"Then I’ll just go all out and get faster!"
BOOM! The ground shattered. Chunks of frozen earth and rock flew into the air. Su Zhou casually grabbed the largest piece, focused his Spiritual Power into it, and then, with the textbook form of a baseball pitcher, hurled it at the National Preceptor with all his might.
The cold, hard rock was wreathed in purplish-cyan dragon patterns. Empowered by terrifying strength, it tore through the northern gale, obliterating the constantly falling snow. Whistling, it carved an arc through the air, aimed squarely at the center of the National Preceptor’s chest.
Thrown with such force, never mind blocking it—even if one were to hide behind a shield or a fortress battlement, both the shield and the battlement would be blown to smithereens!
But what met it was not the National Preceptor’s body. It was a Flying Sword, shooting forth, wreathed in Thunder Light!
SLICE! The Flying Sword flashed like lightning. In an instant, the chunk of ordinary rock was sliced in two, but the Spiritual Power infused within it erupted violently, turning the fragments into a billowing cloud of dust.
Through the dust cloud from the shattered rock, Su Zhou charged once more. His great spear shot forward like a meteor, aimed at the National Preceptor’s throat. At the same time, amidst a flicker of lightning, the Steel Sword returned to its master’s hand and swung down in a brilliant electrical arc!
CLANG!
A resonant metallic clang echoed as their weapons collided. Giving it their all, both fighters retreated a step, their weapons vibrating and hands trembling, each stunned by the other’s power.
’A single strike like that would’ve sent the Wood Centipede flying. How did it block my full strength?!’
’As expected of a National Preceptor on the verge of becoming a Dragon. Totally different from those earlier grunts!’
’I drove my Magic Sword with Thunder Power, and on top of that, used the might of my fourteen-foot Jade Body, but I still couldn’t overcome his pure, brute strength? I couldn’t even knock his weapon away?’
’Truly one of the Dragon Race... he might even be a pure-blooded Dragon!’
But after this trade of blows, it was the battle-hardened National Preceptor who reacted a fraction faster. Cyan Wood Qi Spiritual Light flashed, gathering and transforming into Wood Thunder. The air filled with the crackle of electricity and the sudden, sharp smell of ozone as a torrent of Thunder Light surged from the National Preceptor’s Cyan Jade body, forming a layer of armor over its skin.
WHOOSH! Su Zhou’s body suddenly felt lighter, as if it were about to float. He reacted instantly, realizing his Spirit Iron Long Spear was being pulled into the air, lifting him off the ground!
"Do not use a Metal Weapon against me!"
The National Preceptor laughed, its voice so thunderous it shook the very air. In the instant Su Zhou hastily released his Long Spear, momentarily losing the initiative, it tossed its Steel Sword skyward and formed a Dharma Seal with its hands.
[Celestial Thunder Sword Control Technique]!
RUMBLE! With another peal of thunder, cyan-blue electrical light surged. A shocking thunderbolt, moving at nearly the speed of sound, tore through the blizzard and gale, roaring toward Su Zhou!
It was none other than the National Preceptor’s Flying Sword, propelled by lightning, slashing toward Su Zhou’s neck!
This Thunder-controlling Flying Sword technique truly possessed the mysterious power of a Magic Technique, a style completely different from the Martial Artists Su Zhou had previously encountered in this world. A single strike from the Flying Sword, moving at nearly 330 meters per second, was powerful enough to cleave a city gate or slice four or five heavily Armored Warriors in half. To cross the mere ten-odd meters between the two of them, it would take less than one-twentieth of a second!
Then, it struck squarely against Su Zhou’s head!
But no head went flying, nor did blood spray into the air.
All that could be seen was the shattered Gale Armor releasing bursts of dissipating wind. Through the billowing, translucent currents of air, Su Zhou was visible, his white teeth clamped firmly around the Spirit Steel Flying Sword. The electricity flickering across its blade was enough to paralyze a lion, yet it failed to make him loosen his jaw in the slightest.
Su Zhou’s gums bled from biting the Flying Sword. He silently raised his fist again, drove his feet into the ground, and launched his entire body at the National Preceptor like a speeding car—and this time, the distance between them was too short!
BOOM!
Just how destructive can a bare-fisted strike be? The sound alone told the tale: it was the heavy boom of a Siege Hammer smashing against a castle gate, mixed with the crisp, sharp crack of shattering jade.
The force of Su Zhou’s punch generated visible, ring-like shockwaves in the air. This full-power strike from his Perfect Body, bursting with Spiritual Power, hit the National Preceptor before it could evade, launching it bodily into the air. The violent gale from his fist even blew away the drifts of snow behind it!
POW! The instant the punch connected, the cyan-blue Thunder Light armor around the National Preceptor shattered and dispersed. But at the same moment, an incredibly powerful backlash erupted from the National Preceptor. It manifested as a surging gale that blasted Su Zhou—along with all the ice, snow, and rock within a radius of dozens of meters—away. This allowed the National Preceptor to stumble out of the air and regain its footing.
WHOOSH!
After spinning a few times in the air, Su Zhou landed with a flawless posture worthy of a perfect ten from a gymnastics judge. With the Flying Sword still clenched between his teeth, he couldn’t laugh maniacally, but a wild, frenzied light shone clearly in his eyes.
"Let go!"
Having finally steadied itself, the National Preceptor saw the expression on Su Zhou’s face and was overcome with a terrible premonition. It immediately activated a Technique. With a flash of electricity, it vibrated the Flying Sword at a terrifying frequency, forcing Su Zhou’s teeth apart. But just before his grip was broken, Su Zhou’s expression turned savage. He brought his upper and lower teeth together with all his might, clearly intending to bite a chunk out of the Spirit Steel Magical Sword!
