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Chapter 51: One Punch, One Little Kid
Chapter 51: One Punch, One Little Kid
"Whoosh!"
Before the old Taoist priest could finish his sentence, the Suspended Heaven Lake above the trio suddenly split open, its waters parting from above!
A dark shadow, so fast that it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, darted downwards and, in an instant, appeared before Luo Haoran, the one closest to the lake's embankment.
Emerging abruptly from the torrent?
This sudden move caught everyone off guard.
Luo Haoran, as a true disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, had exceptionally fast reflexes. In the first moment, the golden light of the Golden Lock Talisman shone, protecting his body.
However, his opponent had suddenly emerged from the flood of spiritual energy, pouncing from above. The downward force of their attack, coupled with the cascading floodwaters from above, created a formidable assault.
Although Luo Haoran possessed the Golden Lock Talisman, the spiritual energy torrent overwhelmed him, and the golden light surrounding his body was consumed by the flood.
Seizing the opportunity, his opponent unleashed another fierce blow. Luo Haoran, caught off guard, took the punch and let out a muffled hum as blood sprayed into the air.
"Master Lu, you can't talk like that. You're like an old general on a stage, adorned with flags all over your body..." Lei Jun rushed forward, catching the badly injured Luo Haoran and quickly retreating.
"Dong Yang!"
Lu Zhaqing recognized the assailant as a member of the Dong clan and was filled with shock and anger. He quickly summoned a Thunderclap Talisman, and in the air, lightning flashed and crackled as it hurtled towards Dong Yang.
Dong Yang neither dodged nor evaded. He exhaled and, with a punch, struck forward. The air exploded with a sound like thunder, as if a bolt from the blue had struck.
Flesh and blood dared to collide with lightning!
The Thunderclap Talisman was a powerful technique of the Celestial Master's Mansion, and its might was not to be underestimated.
Dong Yang's body was struck by the lightning and he stumbled backward several steps. However, he managed to block the attack.
His fist and arm, which had boldly faced the lightning, were charred black and trembled incessantly.
"That elder has already left. Why are there still so many true disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion here? This is troublesome..."
As he spoke, Dong Yang let out a cold hum. "What's done is done. There's no turning back now!"
By taking that hit head-on, he had bought time and space for those behind him.
From the gaping hole in the waters above, more members of the Dong family rushed out and descended.
With their successful arrival, Dong Yang no longer remained in place.
"Old Ox Nose, can your old arms and legs still move?"
He took a deep breath, his qi and blood flowing. His right hand, charred by lightning, gradually regained its rosy glow as his qi blood circulated.
At the same time, Dong Yang's figure dipped and then rose as he charged towards Lu Zhaqing, the master of Qingxiaoguan.
Lu Zhaqing summoned a second Thunderclap Talisman, but Dong Yang was swift. He twisted his body, avoiding the talisman's lightning while moving to Lu Zhaqing's side and delivering a swift left punch!
The golden light of the Golden Lock Talisman shone just in time, protecting Lu Zhaqing from the punch.
He was cultivating the Golden Lock Talisman, renowned for its formidable defensive capabilities.
However, Dong Yang's punches were relentless and blindingly fast, each one a hammer blow. Though a single punch couldn't penetrate the talisman, the continuous barrage of a dozen punches, all striking the same spot, was a different matter.
Lu Zhaqing was advanced in years, and his qi and blood had declined. The once robust physical training of the Daoist Talisman sect had weakened with age, and now both his reactions and speed were significantly diminished. Despite his constant adjustments to avoid Dong Yang's blows, the younger man matched his movements, relentlessly pounding the same area.
Initially, Dong Yang's right hand was injured, so he relied mostly on his left.
But as his qi and blood boiled and surged, his entire body became like a miniature volcano, radiating intense heat. His right hand, now fully recovered, added even more power to his attacks.
With both hands raining blows, his momentum doubled.
Water drops stone, and a cowhide is pierced.
Dong Yang, who often represented the Dong family in dealings with the Lin clan of Jiangzhou, had clearly learned a great deal about the Golden Lock Talisman of the Celestial Master's Mansion through the Lin clan. He now used his youth and vigor to his advantage, relentlessly pounding Lu Zhaqing's talisman in an attempt to break through.
Fortunately, Lu Zhaqing used the time bought by the Golden Lock Talisman to summon other spirit talismans to counter-attack.
Although he had left Longhu Mountain many years ago, he was still a true disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion. Even his most basic spirit talismans were refined with profound principles, making them incredibly powerful.
After experiencing the might of the Thunderclap Talisman once, Dong Yang no longer dared to resist it directly.
This middle-aged man was neither greedy for merit nor reckless. He utilized his speed and agility to the fullest, moving back and forth, combining offense with evasion, causing Lu Zhaqing's spiritual talisman attacks to miss.
Lu Zhaqing clenched his jaw tightly.
His physical condition was terrible.
If compared to someone with a lifespan of a hundred years, he would be in his eighties or nineties.
Not only could his body not keep up with his consciousness, but his consciousness itself had long since dulled.
The fatigue and weakness he felt after regulating the waters had not abated, and the spiritual energy he had expended had not been replenished. At this moment, it was depleting even faster.
His old bones creaked quietly, as if warning their owner not to overdo it.
But Lu Zhaqing had no choice.
As a Triple Heaven cultivator, Luo Haoran had been seriously injured in the surprise attack.
Dong Yang's long-prepared, sudden, and powerful strike had taken out the most threatening opponent first, and now he could slowly deal with the old man.
As for Lei Jun...
Lu Zhaqing couldn't place his hopes on him.
Because he was connected to the Ziyan Elder lineage from the Longhu Mountain main headquarters.
So, while others at Qingxiaoguan might not know, Lu Zhaqing was aware that although this young man appeared normal, his physical body and qi were weak due to the Qing Shi Mo. As a result, his worst enemy was a martial arts cultivator who focused on physical training.
Moreover, he was only at the Second Heaven realm and couldn't cross the great tribulation to reach the Third Heaven.
The gap between the Second and Third Heavens was not just about cultivation but also about strength!
So, Lu Zhaqing couldn't expect much from Lei Jun.
However, the old Taoist priest was also desperate.
His spiritual power was gradually depleting, and his attention was starting to wander...
"The two little ox noses have been taken care of. It's your turn, old ox nose!"
The vigorous and robust Dong Yang not only didn't panic but also moved back and forth, pulling and dragging the old Taoist priest, and even using words to disturb his opponent's mental state.
In a moment of carelessness, the defense of Lu Zhaqing's second Golden Lock Talisman was also broken by Dong Yang's continuous heavy punches.
Lu Zhaqing was at a loss and exhausted from running for his life.
On the contrary, Dong Yang still had the energy to keep an eye on everything around him and control the overall situation.
"Bang!"
"Pa!"
Then Dong Yang suddenly heard strange sounds.
He threw a series of punches, intending to further suppress Lu Zhaqing, and then turned to look...
"Bang!"
"Pa!"
Another set of strange sounds followed.
Dong Yang hurriedly turned his head.
"Bang!"
"Pa!"
As he turned, the third set of strange sounds rang out.
"Bang!"
Dong Yang's gaze shifted, but he didn't see anyone; only a dark shadow flew past, creating a "whoosh" of wind.
And then...
"Pa!"
Dong Yang was stunned. His gaze wanted to follow the flying shadow, but he forcibly stopped himself.
"Bang!"
This time, Dong Yang finally saw the whole scene.
Lei Jun, with one hand supporting the injured Luo Haoran, stretched out his other hand, five fingers clenched into a fist, and struck the chest of the fifth Dong family member.
Then, like a broken kite, the opponent flew past Dong Yang again.
"Pa!"
Dong Yang froze in place.
Lu Zhaqing was so shocked that he forgot to counter-attack and froze as well.
Luo Haoran, who had witnessed the whole thing from start to finish, was already dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the five people pasted on the lake embankment in front of him.
They were literally pasted on.
The five people either had a huge pit in their chests or a huge pit in their backs, their faces were bleeding, and they were already dead.
The soft bodies stuck to the stone wall below the embankment, and for a while, they didn't slide down, as if they were hung on the wall as five paintings.
"Bang!"
The sixth corpse flew over.
"Pa!"
It stuck to the stone wall in the same way, like a hung painting, forming the sixth human "painting" hanging side by side.
Hitting people like hanging paintings.
They couldn't even be taken down.
One punch, one person! A direct hit on the pure physical body of a martial arts cultivator known for their speed and strength.
Lei Jun exhaled and shook his hand. "This time, it's closer to the style I want."
(End of Chapter)
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