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Chapter 311 - 277 【Mysterious Martial Arts】

Chapter 311: Chapter 277 【Mysterious Martial Arts】

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

As Ye Wenhao punched out, the air in front of him burst apart, the crisp sounds echoing continuously, the momentum terrifying.

It felt as if even a mountain in front of him would be blasted with a hole!

"Hmph!"

Facing Ye Wenhao’s extraordinarily powerful punch, Murong Gu sneered disdainfully, transforming his right hand into a palm and slowly slapping towards the approaching Iron Fist of Ye Wenhao.

At this moment, his palm strike was very slow, so slow that even Su Liuli, who had not yet set foot on the path of Martial Arts, could see it clearly.

However—

Just as his palm was about to hit Ye Wenhao’s Iron Fist, it suddenly accelerated, bringing up a current of air!

"Whoosh!"

With the creation of the air current, a stream of Gang Qi invisible to the naked eye suddenly burst from Murong Gu’s palm, colliding fiercely with Ye Wenhao’s Iron Fist.

"Bang—"

A muffled sound erupted, and Ye Wenhao felt as if his right fist had struck a soft sponge, his immense power instantly negated.

Then, an overwhelming counterforce bore down on him like a landslide, making Ye Wenhao feel as if his right fist had been seared by a scalding iron rod, sending a burning pain through him, his qi and blood churning within him, uncontrollably staggering backward.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Ye Wenhao took three consecutive steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the concrete ground, the area around the footprints filled with dense cracks.

This... is this the strength of Half-step Gang Qi?

Seeing this scene, Zhao Meng and the others were greatly shocked!

Although they could not see Ye Wenhao’s figure or movements, they could sense his potent aura through their heart’s blood and feel the terrifying power of that punch!

In their eyes, with the power of Ye Wenhao’s punch, even a polar bear could have been beaten to death!

And now, the seemingly casual palm strike from Murong Gu not only neutralized Ye Wenhao’s attack but even forced Ye Wenhao to retreat uncontrollably three steps back...

The shock this brought them was imaginable, wasn’t it?

"This is bad!"

Compared to Zhao Meng and the others, Ye Fan’s heart was filled with more shock and concern!

There’s a saying that when a master makes a move, one will know if there is or isn’t.

As the disciple of Evil Emperor Chu Xuanji, Ye Fan could tell at a glance that Ye Wenhao was using the Xuansha Fist’s Killing Move ’Qi Rushes to the Sky,’ and its power exceeded his by a hundredfold!

In such a condition, Ye Wenhao hadn’t managed to harm Murong Gu in the slightest, instead almost getting injured by him—this was enough proof that Murong Gu’s strength was far above Ye Wenhao’s!

As if to confirm Ye Fan’s thoughts, outside the villa, Murong Gu proudly smiled, "Ye Wenhao, I told you, the marvel and might of the Gang Qi Realm are beyond your comprehension, do you believe it now?"

Without replying, Ye Wenhao struggled to stabilize the turbulent qi and blood within his body, his right arm going numb as if electrocuted, twitching uncontrollably.

At the same time, his brow furrowed tightly without anyone knowing when, his expression slightly grave!

The gravity was because Murong Gu’s strength far surpassed his expectations!

More precisely, the power of the Half-step Gang Qi realm exceeded his expectations by far!

"Are you wondering why my seemingly casual palm strike could neutralize your strongest attack?"

Perhaps because he was convinced that he had already won this match, Murong Gu did not rush to claim victory, instead using a taunting look to observe Ye Wenhao, sneering, "That’s because, after stepping into the Half-step Gang Qi realm, the Gang Jin in my body has begun to transform into Gang Qi. Not only does Gang Qi leave the body, but its power is equivalent to a hundred times that of a Martial Artist in the Innate Great Perfection Realm!"

"A hundred times, do you understand? This means, even if you cultivate ’Qi Rushes to the Sky’ to the Ninth Layer, and can punch with eighty-one times the power, you still cannot harm the skin of someone in the Gang Qi Realm!"

Speaking to this point, a mocking smile spread across Murong Gu’s face, "I told you, I would give you three moves, and you’ve only made one. Go on, as long as you can make me retreat even half a step, I will admit defeat!"

Still no answer.

Ye Wenhao’s expression became a few shades graver.

Although Murong Gu had not truly entered the Gang Qi Realm, his body’s Gang Qi was more than fifty-four times as powerful as Ye Wenhao’s!

In such a situation, even if he continued to use the Killing Move ’Qi Rushes to the Sky,’ he would not be able to shake Murong Gu.

Even in his eyes, even if he now comprehended the secrets of ’Qi Rushes to the Sky’ to the Seventh Level, unleashing the Seventh Level’s power would still not harm Murong Gu!

After all, Murong Gu’s strike was just a casual palm—if Murong Gu were to use Martial Arts, the power of his Gang Qi would increase even more!

"What’s the matter? Too scared to make a move?"

Seeing that Ye Wenhao remained unmoved, Murong Gu seemed to have forgotten the pain of his son Murong Sheng being beaten to a living death. Instead, he felt as if he had returned the slap he had received years ago right onto Ye Wenhao’s face, feeling thoroughly exhilarated from head to toe.

In his extreme pleasure, Murong Gu taunted, "Now, I’ll give you two options. First, kneel down, knock your head on the ground three times to admit defeat, and announce to the whole Martial Arts World that you are no match for me, then have your son dutifully repair my son’s Consciousness."

"Are you dreaming?"

Hearing Murong Gu’s arrogant words again, Ye Wenhao snorted coldly, then the severity on his face gradually dissipated, his eyes flashing with spirited light, as if hesitating about something.

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Murong Gu sneered, transforming his hand into a sword and remotely slashed a Hand Sword at Ye Wenhao!

The Hand Sword seemed casual, yet it employed the Taiyin Xuanmen Sword Technique’s ’Progressive Neck Slash.’

As the Hand Sword was unleashed, the air reverberated, a stream of Gang Qi shot from Murong Gu’s hand, stirring up a current of air, slashing at Ye Wenhao’s neck!

Ye Wenhao’s consciousness stirred, his power surged wildly to his left arm, which suddenly thrust upward.

"Smack—"

An explosive air burst occurred, scattering streams of air. The power in Ye Wenhao’s arm dissipated, and a raw ache pulsed through it.

"Hmph!"

Seeing that Ye Wenhao withstood his attack, Murong Gu knew well that Gang Qi weakened the farther it was from the body. If he attacked Ye Wenhao through the air, it wouldn’t harm him. With a cold snort, he dashed toward Ye Wenhao with the speed of a serpent dragon bursting from the sea!

"Whoosh—"

In a flash, Murong Gu moved so fast that Ye Fan, Zhao Meng, and the others couldn’t even see his afterimage, only catching a glimpse of a white streak.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Ye Wenhao retreated explosively!

"Where do you think you’re running to?"

Murong Gu scoffed, catching up with Ye Wenhao in the blink of an eye, transformed his hand into a sword, and chopped down at Ye Wenhao’s head!

—Immortal’s Guide!

This time, he used the ’Immortal’s Guide’ from the Taiyin Xuanmen Sword Technique. It seemed as though he was simply standing in place, pointing the way for Ye Wenhao, but the Gang Qi flowing from his hand was as sharp as a blade.

Ye Wenhao felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, chill seeping from his head to his toes, his body hair standing on end!

Unable to dodge, Ye Wenhao steeled his heart and met the attack with his fist.

He struck out with the ’Qi Rushes to the Sky,’ reaching the sixth layer.

Fifty four times power burst forth in an instant!

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The sounds of the air splintering echoed continuously as the power infused within Ye Wenhao’s right punch rapidly dissipated. Then, the current of air laced with Gang Qi forced his right punch to recoil and struck him hard on the shoulder.

With that blow, Ye Wenhao was sent flying.

"Pfft—"

In midair, Ye Wenhao’s internal energy turned chaotic, and he spat out a mist of blood, his complexion pale as paper.

"Dad!"

On seeing this, Ye Fan felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, causing him unbearable pain. He couldn’t help but roar, wanting to rush out of the villa courtyard!

"Don’t!"

Seeing this, Zhao Meng quickly grabbed Ye Fan, shouting: "Going out there would be suicide!"

"Snap! Snap!"

As Zhao Meng’s voice echoed, Murong Gu swiftly delivered two more hand swords, hitting Ye Wenhao with two precise gusts of air, swatting him to the ground as if he were a fly.

"Bang—"

Ye Wenhao collided hard with the ground, spitting out two more mouthfuls of blood. The blood slowly trickled down, staining his white shirt crimson, a frightening sight.

"Dad!!"

Seeing his father covered in blood, Ye Fan let out a heart-wrenching scream. He struggled violently, trying to break free from Zhao Meng’s grip to rush to Ye Wenhao.

"Ye Wenhao, I gave you a chance. It was you who didn’t cherish it."

Watching Ye Wenhao lying on the ground, gasping for breath, Murong Gu loomed above him, gazing triumphantly down at him and said with a mocking sneer, "Since you didn’t cherish it, I have no choice but to cripple you. Then I’ll threaten that little beast with your life to heal my son’s consciousness. I think, given the deep bond between you and your son, he will surely compromise, right?"

"Bastard!!"

Ye Fan’s roar was the response to Murong Gu.

After roaring, Ye Fan’s consciousness stirred, and a crimson gold Mind Power Seed emerged at his brow. A majestic force of telekinesis erupted, once again converging on the Taiyin Xuan Sword.

"Hum~"

The Taiyin Xuan Sword vibrated with a hum, abruptly leaping into the air, shooting rapidly toward Murong Gu.

"A rice grain pearl still gives off light!"

Murong Gu sneered, effortlessly catching the swiftly approaching Taiyin Xuan Sword with a flick of his hand.

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

With the Taiyin Xuan Sword in hand, Murong Gu proudly walked toward Ye Wenhao, sneering as he went: "The humiliation of the past will be avenged today. From now on, there will be no Ye Wenhao in the Martial Arts World!"

Ignoring Murong Gu’s arrogant tirade, Ye Wenhao, his face drained of color, looked up at the sky, his eyes briefly capturing the vision of a woman in white floating toward him.

With a smile on her face, she seemed to walk toward him from the void.

"Ling Yun, because of what I did in the past, I was ashamed to use the martial arts you taught me against my enemies. But for Xiao Fan, I must use them!"

Gazing at the vision that had long been etched into the depths of his heart, Ye Wenhao’s dim eyes now brimmed with profound love. With his lips stained red with blood, he murmured, as if confiding and begging for forgiveness at the same time.

"Martial arts, huh? Heh, Ye Wenhao, I’ll give you another chance to make your move! I want to see what other martial arts you’ve got!"

Murong Gu laughed mockingly. Xuansha Fist was already one of the most formidable martial arts in the world. Ye Wenhao couldn’t even scratch him using the Qi Rushes to the Sky from the Xuansha Fist; how could other martial arts do any better?

There was no response.

Ye Wenhao leaped to his feet like a carp bouncing up. There was no longer any hesitation in his eyes, only resolve!

For the first time in his life.

He decided to use the martial arts Ling Yun had taught him against his enemies!

For the sake of their child!!

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