Chapter 1113: Chapter 686: Limit Breaking Palace, Suppressing the Arena, and the Indomitable Martial Arts Will!
"Run!"
With a sudden exclamation, Lu Xiaoyao vanished from the spot.
The title "Vertical Earth Golden Light" in martial arts wasn’t given for nothing.
In the instant the snow mist exploded, Lu Xiaoyao’s arms swung back like swallow wings, and the gathered aura surged, radiating like golden light.
From the Elephant Form Fist lineage, the Golden Winged Roc!
An extremely rare Elephant Form Fist lineage, evolved from the Eagle Form, Lu Xiaoyao, only 27 years old, was nearly a founding patriarch-level figure...
With his Qi Blood boiling, he raised his arms and smashed them down heavily.
Like a roc flapping its wings, he flashed out of the mountain in an instant, skimming rapidly along the ground.
Preemptive ’flight’ was a specialty of Meng Chuan and Luo Guanyun, while other masters naturally couldn’t fly, including Lu Xiaoyao...
There is a reason it’s called "Vertical Earth" Golden Light.
He planned to change his martial arts title to "Heavenly Vertical Golden Roc" once he achieved Grandmaster!
Regrettably, though...
He didn’t know that outside, his nickname "Golden Turtle" had already subtly taken hold...
In the contestants’ area, everyone felt relieved seeing Lu Xiaoyao start to ’earn his keep’...
...
From thirty kilometers away, two points of red light appeared in the foggy mountain peak, projecting toward the direction where Lu Xiaoyao was.
In the thick fog, a shadow slowly retracted its fist, and his pupils first contracted then expanded, converging into a concentrated light, locking onto the target before suddenly disappearing.
This boy, he got scared out because of me...
Boom!
The engine’s roar reverberated above his head.
Lu Xiaoyao was shocked to the core, and his soul nearly flew away. He dared not look back, sinking into the ground below him.
Thud!
Meng Chuan approached from the air, his right arm striking out like a drill, piercing into the ground.
The rocks on both sides crumbled, shredded to pieces like tofu under the swirling power.
His entire body followed Lu Xiaoyao, twisting his wrist to form an eagle claw, aiming for the heart of the escaping golden light.
"Ah ah ah! Damn!"
Lu Xiaoyao’s eyes reddened; even a clay figurine has its fire. If Meng Chuan didn’t regard him as human, he would fight back!
Holding his breath, he opened his mouth and let out a heavy toad’s croak, under which his momentum swelled by threefold.
The Wudang Tai Chi Secret Technique—"Fishing Toad Power"!
His figure suddenly slowed, taking advantage of this shift to twist his waist, his palms swinging back like whips.
Thumb slightly bent inward to the palm, the other four fingers joined together like wings, like knives.
Riding on the explosion of his turn, Lu Xiaoyao viciously chops at Meng Chuan’s throat!
Swoosh—
He faced a pair of emotionless eyes!
"Clang!" A crisp sound as it struck Meng Chuan’s throat in an instant, Lu Xiaoyao felt like his fingers were about to break...
Boom!
Lu Xiaoyao moved like an eel, akin to a Tai Chi swimming fish, enduring the pain from his ten linked fingers, dodging the incoming heavy punch without changing his expression.
Meng Chuan nodded secretly, now it looked somewhat like a person from the Martial Arts Family.
Well then... he’ll just take the martial arts fortune.
As compensation, he decided to let Lu Xiaoyao save a bit of face and let Wudang regain some dignity.
After all, they were family, no need for this!
The force in his hands half-retracted, fighting alongside Lu Xiaoyao while on the move.
The opponent also sensed he seemed to be holding back, twisting his body for a counterattack, the sound of fists and feet echoed, with golden light crisscrossing as they fought and retreated.
Bang bang bang!
Left punch for high damage, right punch for even higher damage.
The area hit by the shadow of the fist was sprayed with ink-like snow, Meng Chuan met the attack using the rarely deployed Wudang "Nine Palace Tai Chi Strength," focusing on footwork within the Eight Trigrams Positioning, his fist skill proficiency rapidly rising.
Lu Xiaoyao was caught within the Eight Trigrams Positioning with Meng Chuan, trying to escape but being pulled back by his mighty hand, seemingly glued to Meng Chuan’s fist.
Like a wild rabbit, being toyed with by a seasoned peregrine falcon.
Helplessly, Lu Xiaoyao could only smile bitterly and cooperate, the clash of two inner strengths resounded like a drum.
The grueling attack rhythm lasted a full ten minutes.
Even the external contestants couldn’t help but shout for Lu Xiaoyao’s two hundred million.
Worth every penny!
"Ugh!"
The sound of vomiting resounded, yellow and white substances spewed.
Meng Chuan, quick-eyed and deft-handed, changed grip and hammered his chest to avoid getting stained.
At the moment the prompt in his mind came, his eyes gleamed with an intense light, so his strength was a bit heavier.
Lu Xiaoyao’s exhausted body instantly flew backward, his back collapsing silently, with a prominent bulge, and unable to suppress the stomach spasm.
Beaten till puked...
Nauseated and uncomfortable, aching all over.
When he looked up again, a size 80 shoe filled his entire vision.
Lu Xiaoyao’s face was in panic, still with traces of yellow sticky stuff at the corner of his mouth. He hurriedly shook his head:
"Senior Brother, I’ll polish your shoes, don’t kick me! I’m out of energy!
I... I’ll take my own life!"
With those words, he raised his right palm and struck his chest hard, sending himself out with a ’crack’.
To cultivate the blood vigor of young martial artists, every battle in the spiritual world...
was a deathmatch!
Once in, there’s no admitting defeat...
...
With a jolt, Lu Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes.
He propped himself up and shook his head, forcing a slight smile toward the figure on the dark throne.
He cupped his hands, greeted Senior Brother Wang Chongyi, and moved to the preparation area.
"What is that look, Senior Brother..."
The fight was over, and Wang Chongyi looked at him with much pity. What does that mean...
Lu Xiaoyao couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
Sitting cross-legged on the chair, he used a secret technique to soothe his Heart Spirit.
A faint toad croak rose again, rippling across the sea of consciousness, alleviating his expression somewhat.
Meng Chuan hadn’t used full strength, he exited by cutting his own heart vein.
No need for any medicine treatment, soon his Qi was stable.
At this moment, the phone buzzed repeatedly.
Lu Xiaoyao glanced at the screen, his expression turning to shock.
All it was was his Master’s long, cordial "greetings"...
