Chapter 261: The Heavens' Illegitimate Child, the Gun Saint with a Startling Talent, and Li Qi's Pas

Chapter 261: The Heavens' Illegitimate Child, the Gun Saint with a Startling Talent, and Li Qi's Past (4K)



"Bang—!!!

A deafening blast shook the entire Zhi Ge Base, causing it to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.

Wu Xuanzhu, with one hand raised, caught the tip of the white gold greatsword in a gripping motion.

His entire body seemed to shrink by a few centimeters, and his feet sank into the ground, creating a circular crack that spread out from beneath him, soon reaching a diameter of nearly a hundred meters.

This powerful strike, which should have pinned him to the ground like a nail, was miraculously deflected and redirected by his impeccable control of strength, dispersing its force into the surrounding floor.

Wu Xuanzhu furrowed his brows slightly.

The power of this strike was extraordinary, and in terms of sheer force, it had reached the level of a Limit-Breaking Master, but to him, it was nothing special.

He could easily deliver a blow a hundred times more powerful than this.

The issue was... the one who had swung this sword was a boy whose age was less than a fifth of his own.

He had seen even more astonishingly talented young martial geniuses before, even child prodigies who had broken their limits by the age of twelve or thirteen.

But even the child in the Seventh Urban Circle, known as the 'Strongest Elementary School Student on Earth,' still fell within the realm of 'human' in Wu Xuanzhu's eyes, lacking the 'inhuman' feeling that Sch Jing was giving him at this moment.

His eyes clearly saw that Sch Jing's physical and mental strength were still weak, far from reaching the level of a Limit-Breaker.

Although the concept of a 'Limit-Breaker' was somewhat vague, as each person's post-breakthrough strength varied greatly due to factors like physique, cultivation techniques, and more, there was still a general range.

It was strange, as his experience, intuition, and observation all told Wu Xuanzhu that the boy's strength was only at the 1st level.

But after witnessing this sword strike, he felt that the boy's strength was at least ten times greater than that.

"Is he in a Vital Energy Surge state, or is it the effect of some divine secret technique... No, that's not all of it."

Before Wu Xuanzhu could ponder further, Sch Jing's dark golden vertical pupils, burning with rage, turned to look at him again.

The next moment—

"Ssssssssss—!!!"

A familiar, sharp sound of slicing through the air rang in Wu Xuanzhu's ears.

Although it was a bit more muffled and heavy compared to the sound of a spear thrust, he instantly recognized it.

The greatsword continuously stabbed forward, transforming into a torrent of sword slashes, surging towards Wu Xuanzhu.

It was his famous ultimate skill—Seamless Heaven!

"This kid..."

Wu Xuanzhu's eyes widened in surprise.

He was using this door-sized greatsword to execute his Seamless Heaven?

Who did he think he was showing off to? This was a humanly exquisite technique with no room for modification; even the slightest mistake would lead to huge flaws.

Unless one reached his level of supreme mastery, attempting such a flashy move with a different weapon was out of the question, as even a slight change in the spear's design could cause issues with subsequent move calculations.

How long had he learned this technique for, and he was already trying to use a sword in place of a spear?

And with such a heavy and unwieldy door-sized sword, no less?

Wu Xuanzhu shook his head.

Was his rationality so completely lost that he couldn't even think through the implications of such a move?

He extended a finger and faced the torrent of sword slashes.

The tip of his finger precisely touched the tip of each sword, creating ripples of energy.

Using Seamless Heaven against him, the master of Seamless Heaven himself... it was like bringing coals to Newcastle.

As expected, he effortlessly blocked each 'spear' with pinpoint accuracy.

But as he blocked more and more strikes, Wu Xuanzhu's expression grew increasingly astonished.

Sch Jing, using this bulky door-sized greatsword, executed Seamless Heaven flawlessly, without a single mistake, even surpassing Wu Xuanzhu's own performance.

Moreover, due to the advantage of his weapon, each strike carried an even heavier and more formidable might than if he had used a spear.

Why...?

This technique required an incredibly fine level of control to overcome the limitations of the weapon, far more challenging than ordinary martial techniques. Up until now, only Wu Xuanzhu, who had reached the pinnacle of this art, could fully unleash its potential using a specially designed 'Embroidered Needle' spear.

And yet, this kid...

Wu Xuanzhu's expression became odd as the sense of 'inhuman' dissonance he felt from Sch Jing intensified.

"Puff, puff, puff—"

The torrent of sword slashes continued, fifty, sixty, eighty, a hundred...

"Hundred and Twenty-Three Shots of Ten Needles Thousand Threads..."

The illusion of Heaven's Robe solidified, but Sch Jing's movements didn't stop.

[Weapon Strike]

After ascending to the level of Army Lord, his control over weapons greatly improved, and his Heaven's Robe realm also rose accordingly.

After a few more days of cultivation, the limit of his sword count surged again.

One hundred and ten swords, one hundred and twenty swords...

Wu Xuanzhu's eyelids twitched incessantly.

He had watched Sch Jing and Zhou Yinglin's competition video on the way to Yuan Lai Cheng, knowing that Sch Jing had already cultivated Seamless Heaven to the Thousand Threads realm.

But it hadn't been long since then, how could he have reached one hundred and twenty-three swords already?

Fortunately, Sch Jing didn't bring him any more surprises. At the one hundred and twenty-third sword, the moment the sword tip touched his fingertip, his body paused slightly, and the greatsword seemed to slip from his grasp, flying into the air behind him.

"That's enough..."

Wu Xuanzhu opened his mouth to speak, but he hadn't finished his sentence.

"Swoosh—"

A piercing sound of tearing air came, and Wu Xuanzhu's body instinctively tilted slightly.

Almost simultaneously with the sound, a white-golden streak of light, indiscernible in shape, slashed past where he had dodged, and the whirlwind it created caused their clothes to flutter violently.

"Hmm?"

Flying Sword Technique?

What new trick is this?

"Pili pili—"

Seeing silver-white lightning dragon horns appearing on Sch Jing's head, and the surrounding black airflow rapidly gathering around him like a tornado, Wu Xuanzhu suddenly realized that this young man's remarkable abilities didn't lie solely in martial arts.

The martial prowess he displayed was so astonishing that, for a moment, this detail was overlooked.

Wu Xuanzhu made a quick decision, feeling that he couldn't continue playing around, or else the situation would escalate.

His eyes locked with Sch Jing's dark golden vertical pupils, and with a sharp gaze, he scolded, "Wake up!"

An invisible needle-like force pierced Sch Jing's forehead.

In an instant, the rage burning in Sch Jing's eyes vanished, and his dark golden vertical pupils returned to their normal shape.

He looked surprised and a bit bewildered, and said, "Hmm? What happened?"

Then, he glanced at the man before him, who didn't look old at all, and asked with confusion, "Who are you?"

Wu Xuanzhu glared at him, a bit annoyed, and said, "My 'Divine Intent Needle' didn't use much force. When it entered your spiritual consciousness, it felt like piercing a piece of cowhide, with no stimulating effect... You kid, you must have been awake all along, right?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Sch Jing immediately dropped the surprise and bewilderment from his face, smiled, and bowed, "I've met Wu Senior... I got carried away for a moment, please forgive me."

Even before he threw the first punch at Wu Xuanzhu, Sch Jing had already sensed that something was amiss.

Despite entering the Ultimate Rage State of Emissary of Reversed Scales for the first time, with his mind controlled by anger, he possessed True Visualization and an exceptionally strong mental fortitude, and his mastery of Tranquil Energy was equally impressive.

The 'stranger trying to ambush him' was able to block his full-force Eye Illumination with just one finger, and the force was precisely the same as his Eye Illumination. This unusual display was enough for Sch Jing, whose mind was obscured by anger, to sense that something was amiss.

At that moment, he could have forcefully suppressed the Ultimate Rage State and returned to normal.

However, he didn't do so. Instead, he allowed anger to control him and continued attacking Wu Xuanzhu.

Experts of this caliber were rarely seen...

"Forget it," Wu Xuanzhu waved his hand.

He looked at the extremely handsome boy in front of him, with a gentle expression and a smile that was so appropriate it made others feel like they were bathed in spring breeze. It was hard to associate this boy with the person who had acted so brutally towards his disciple on the competition stage.

He had thought that this person would be arrogant and unruly, and had even considered using some means to teach him a lesson.

But after meeting him and having this initial conversation, he felt like he was looking at a successful junior of his own, and the more he looked, the more he liked him, unable to bring himself to think of teaching him a lesson.

'Such a handsome appearance, graceful demeanor, knowing when to be bold and when to be humble, possessing the vitality that young people should have, knowing when to be modest, and showing respect to elders... Extremely talented in martial arts, reaching this level of cultivation must have required tremendous effort, never slacking off, even with another better path available...'

The more Wu Xuanzhu looked at Sch Jing, the more absurd it seemed.

How could such a person exist in this world?

Where did this private son of the heavens come from? Is he begging to be fed? Has he taken all the good fortune for himself?

If Sch Jing were only seventy years younger, Wu Xuanzhu felt that his own mindset would have become imbalanced.

"...Seamless Heaven, how long have you been practicing it?"

Wu Xuanzhu asked, looking at Sch Jing.

At this moment, because of the commotion they had caused, many members of the Zhi Ge Base had come over.

The first to arrive was the base leader, Xu Hongzhong.

Upon reaching the scene and seeing Wu Xuanzhu's face, his expression changed immediately, and he ordered everyone to temporarily stay away from that area.

Sch Jing thought for a moment and spoke up, "It's been about ten days, right?"

It's been about ten days.

Ten days.

Days.

Wu Xuanzhu: "..."

He felt like Sch Jing's words were replaying in his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that he had confirmed this boy's information from Wu Youqing, knowing that he was only in his teens and had only started practicing martial arts four months ago, he would have thought his ears were failing him, mistaking ten days for ten years.

"Do you think you're practicing morning exercises?"

Wu Xuanzhu couldn't help but speak.

He really wanted to believe that Sch Jing was boasting... But his rational mind told him that Sch Jing had no reason to boast about such an easily punctured claim.

Moreover, all the information matched up. Sch Jing had indeed witnessed Seamless Heaven about ten days ago... from his disciple, Zhou Yinglin.

What's more absurd was that he learned it by watching from the sidelines...

This wasn't some park grandpa practicing Tai Chi; it was the first technique of the human realm's ultimate craftsmanship.

The intricacies within were so complex that even with hands-on teaching, ordinary martial artists would need several months to grasp the basics and execute the first shot.

And even then, reaching this level was the limit; a mediocre talent would never achieve the 'Ten Needles Hundred Threads' realm in their lifetime.

Yet, this person before him, in just ten days, had executed Hundred and Twenty-Three Shots of Ten Needles Thousand Threads...

Even if he, the grandmaster, were to return to his youth with his memories intact and start cultivating Seamless Heaven anew, he wouldn't be confident of achieving this.

The Gun Saint felt his Four-Break Body's scalp tingle at this moment.

What was the background of this kid? Had the Ultimate Martial King in Cang Ting secretly reincarnated? Wu Xuanzhu stroked his not-too-long beard and suddenly said, "Little Sch, do you have any thoughts about changing your lineage?"

Sch Jing was taken aback.

He immediately shook his head and smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Wu. But my master has been very good to me, and I don't have such intentions."

Wu Xuanzhu nodded, his expression unchanged, "As I thought. It was just a casual inquiry, don't take it to heart."

After a pause, he continued, "Your master, is he Li Qi, right?"

Sch Jing tilted his head, "Senior, do you know my master?"

Wu Xuanzhu smiled and said, "We had a brief encounter, something from a few decades ago. I met that young, brash fellow once."

When he was looking through Sch Jing's information, he unexpectedly came across the somewhat familiar name of Li Qi, which brought back some old memories.

"I thought he would be disheartened after being crippled by Wan Yulu, but I didn't expect him to still have some fighting spirit left, nurturing a talent like you..."

Sch Jing's eyes flashed, "Wan Yulu?"

He had never asked his master Li Qi how he ended up in his current state.

Sch Jing was well aware that asking about such matters was futile; only if the person involved was willing to speak up would it be of any use.

Li Qi had nurtured him with great care and made many sacrifices for him. Sch Jing had previously promised to help Li Qi get his revenge, vowing to find and kill each of Li Qi's enemies from the past.

Although Li Qi wasn't ready to bring up the past, upon hearing the name of his greatest enemy from those days, Sch Jing couldn't help but be curious about the cause of it all.

"Senior, who is Wan Yulu?"

He asked.

If given the chance...

Wu Xuanzhu stroked his not-too-long beard and said, "It seems Li Qi hasn't told you about this yet, probably out of concern for various matters... But I think it's fine to tell you."

Sch Jing spoke softly, "Please enlighten me, Senior."

Wu Xuanzhu smiled and said, "It was about a decade ago."

"Although Li Qi was already middle-aged back then, he had already leaped over the dragon gate in his youth, securing a lifetime peak. Despite being in his forties, his vitality remained as vigorous as in his younger days."

"Even though I no longer had any connection with him at the time, I occasionally kept tabs on his news."

"The last news I received was that he accepted a challenge from a young man not yet twenty years old."

Wu Xuanzhu spoke slowly.

"That young man is the current holder of the 'True Dragon' title among the Seven Great Titles—Yanlong Liu, Wan Yulu."

(End of Chapter)

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