Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1656 - 532 Wind Stealth, Fire Concealment {Part 1}

Chapter 1656: Chapter 532 Wind Stealth, Fire Concealment {Part 1}

No matter whether the Tangzang prince called or not, this strike was as forceful as thunder, and there was no way it could stop just because someone wanted it to.

By the time the mentor finished saying "Xiao Kong, stop," Xiao Kong had already struck Old Liu seven or eight times, almost two strikes per word, and his moves flowed seamlessly, his staff technique was like a stream flowing smoothly, completed in one go!

The martial skills of this Eastern monk were elegant and dazzling, and Liu Zhenhuan was pushed to the edge!

As he had just changed into the Shaman attire, Old Liu carried no weapons; unarmed, he relied on his fists and feet to engage fiercely with this Ascetic Monk, clashing like Xiang Pa against Emperor Polo.

Xiao Kong never once touched the ground from start to finish; he only needed to step on the wafting black smoke in the air as if stepping on solid steps, cleanly flipping and tumbling while swinging out a barrage of staff shadows as dense as a mountain.

Liu Zhenhuan’s skin shone with golden light and clouds of mist, resembling a sparkling yellow jade sculpture; whenever his fists or heels met the Jing Gold staff, they produced a tremendous clash of metal.

This strange transformation made even the onlooking Helen feel the illusion that Richard had transformed into a Seven-Colored Dragon.

The Summer Palace Warriors were utterly thrilled, rhythmically clashing their shields and weapons, as cries of "Kampas" and the sounds of military tools colliding echoed in unison.

The boss facing the golden staff barehanded, this courageous and fierce act definitely had the echoes of ancient Beamon warriors!

Liu Zhenhuan was so infuriated his nose turned crooked; since his debut, he had never encountered such a relentless and persistent pain!

When Xiao Kong swung a hooking staff strike, Liu Zhenhuan dodged with a rolling maneuver, and his left hand clutched the "Roar of Rage" skull necklace, ready to activate "Shorten Inches" at any moment, but the other’s stubborn interference ignited his competitive spirit.

The first time he blocked the staff with his arm, he felt almost nothing, as if he had the illusion of a "Vajra Indestructible Body"!

Why would he need to back away?

"Clang!"

With a loud clash of metal, Liu Zhenhuan not only blocked Xiao Kong’s staff strike with his arm but also grabbed the staff’s head with a backhand, pulling it with force.

Liu Zhenhuan’s strength, solely from dragon power, had increased a level, plus the advance of the Demon-suppressing Power, making him at least twice as strong as before, yet upon pulling, the staff felt unexpectedly heavy, almost slipping from his grasp.

Obischillaci! In that instant, countless thoughts raced through Liu Zhenhuan’s mind, and cold sweat trickled down his back!

Unbelievably, this fellow’s golden staff wasn’t plated with Jing Gold; it was purely made of Jing Gold!

This isn’t just any B-class material!

Jing Gold and Mithril are said to be the two most mysterious metals on the Aegean Continent; Mithril is as light as a feather, while Jing Gold is the complete opposite, incredibly heavy!

A Jing Gold piece the size of an oat weighs ten pounds, so a typical Jing Gold weapon refers to a Jing Gold coating, not a weapon purely made of Jing Gold!

This fellow’s staff, as thick as a teacup’s rim, felt extremely heavy the moment Liu Zhenhuan got hold of it, indicating it was purely made of Jing Gold!

Calculating this way, this staff must weigh at least a hundred thousand pounds!

Damn it! This is almost half the weight of the Yun Qin Golden Figures! Liu Zhenhuan figured he could certainly lift this weight, but wielding it as a weapon in hand was unrealistic; it’s like expecting a man with a physical strength of four hundred pounds to wield a forty-pound claymore with ease and finesse, it’s just irrational!

"This guy has incredible strength, doesn’t he?" Liu Zhenhuan, though surprised, didn’t forget to be crafty—if brute strength doesn’t work, why not use magic?

His true soul servant, hovering above his head, had long been preparing. At this moment, it formed a circle with its hands and launched a bright silver orb at close range, hitting the staff-wielding Xiao Kong.

The transformation took less than a second, displaying a magical resistance even stronger than that of the Dreadlord, but how could Liu Zhenhuan miss this chance? Prepared in advance, he pounced like an eagle catching a sparrow, grabbing a handful of tangled hair, and twisted Xiao Kong’s neck with a single-arm twist, pinning him to the ground in a blink.

At this moment, Yitiao hung straight down from the sky, the tip of his goose-feather knife aimed directly at Xiao Kong’s body, the tip of the blade blazing with deadly flames, forming a sharp flame elemental spear!

The renowned skill of Yitiao - "Inverted Spear Banner"!

Using the weight of his own body and the speed of his descent, as long as this inverted spear banner pierces Xiao Kong, even a person made of iron would inevitably feel a chilling breeze through their body.

Xiao Kong’s relentless aggression and lethal moves have already pushed Yitiao’s killing intent to its peak!

His coordination with the boss has been tested through many battles; their tacit understanding is already flawless. At such close range, with such impeccable cooperation rhythm, even Prince Tangcang and his other apprentice wouldn’t have time to offer aid!

With a crisp clang, Liu Zhenhan freed one hand and tightly gripped the tip of Yitiao’s sword.

The powerful inertia and Yitiao’s strength, along with the damage from the Flame Element, made Liu Zhenhan grit his teeth in pain. The strong downward pressure made the sword tip just an inch away from piercing Xiao Kong’s spine!

The Death Overlord’s Shield and the fierce firefight with the fire element burst into splendid splashes like fireworks.

Almost at the moment he caught the sword, Xiao Kong, who was trapped by him, flashed four heavy punches to Liu’s ribs, rolled over with two somersaults, and slipped away like a mud-fish, now the sword tip could not touch him even if it plunged down.

"Why help him!" Yitiao was extremely furious; it wasn’t because he retracted his sword quickly, but the boss’s strength couldn’t grip the weight hanging in the air!

The dazzling "Starry Sky Reflection Wings" unfolded lavishly behind Liu, slanting to block the fuming Yitiao who was ready to charge forth again with a flap of his wings.

Once close combat opened a gap, the Summer Palace Warriors seized the opportunity, a large wave of magic attacks "whoosh whoosh" swooshed towards Xiao Kong.

Seeing the situation turning dire, Xiao Kong stepped onto mist clouds in the air, agilely flipping somersaults like an ape to evade the magic, as if walking on flat ground.

"Stop!" Liu Zhenhan raised his hand to call a halt for the second time today, Guoguo was carrying the big bronze hammer, ready to charge with a fierce stance, upon hearing this, "whoosh whoosh" she threw out two bowling ball bronze hammers and bolted away.

"Xiao Kong, you stand down for me!" Prince Tangcang also spoke again, this time, his tone carried unquestionable seriousness and imposing authority.

Xiao Kong used a stick to deflect the two incoming bowling ball bronze hammers, hearing the command he froze, obediently landing from the air and standing aside with his hands down.

"Mighty monk." Prince Tangcang elegantly nodded towards Liu soaring in the sky: "May I ask, why does your accent sound like the language of the Aegean Continent?"

The Prince’s language had switched to perfectly articulated Aegean Common Language; the Aegean Continent was not unfamiliar to this prince, his second apprentice had brilliantly blossomed his life’s flower there.

"I’m a monk?" Liu Zhenhan blew on his hand scorched with piercing pain, feeling utterly bewildered, why does this Prince Tangcang not recognize me?

"Anyway, I did not expect to have the honor of seeing the Great Virtuous Monk who has attained the ’Vajra Indestructible Body,’ please allow me to pay respects." Prince Tangcang lifted his robe intending to kneel, frightening his two apprentices who hurriedly held him up on each side.

"Wait!" Liu Zhenhan was more anxious, wondering which script was this act from the old play Red Lantern Record: "Prince Tangcang, do you truly not recognize me? I am Richard! I am the Piegel Priest! Don’t you remember? Katusha the piglet was entrusted to me by you for adoption!"

"Are you that Piegel Priest? The Beamon Priest who saved our lives from the Dark Elves on the Aegean?" Prince Tangcang lifted his head in shock, scrutinizing Liu from top to bottom in disbelief; the image of the unsightly Priest from back then could not possibly connect with the handsome triplet-eyed man before him in the Prince’s mind.

"It’s only been a year since we parted, has the Prince forgotten about me?" Liu Zhenhan showed displeasure: "Have you also forgotten about little Katusha?"

"Lord Richard... Has your appearance... undergone some change?" Prince Tangcang furrowed his brows, stammering and asking.

"Whoa! You reminded me! Yes, indeed my appearance has changed quite a bit since then. During our meeting, my nose was broken, it’s grown back now." Liu realized, slapping his forehead with a bitter smile: "But I’m definitely not an Ascetic Monk, I am the Shaman of Divine Songs of the Beamon Kingdom, the mortal traveler of the God of War."

"I never imagined that we’d actually end up fighting with our life-saver." Prince Tangcang turned red with embarrassment, ashamedly lowering his head; his two apprentices were also dumbstruck, their faces turned red as if branded by a hot iron, all the way to the ears.

"Through fight we become acquainted, nothing to worry about!" Liu Zhenhan burst into laughter: "I’ve adopted the piglet, we’re family here, we can consider ourselves relatives, don’t be too formal."

"But why do you possess the ’Vajra Indestructible Body’? This is clearly a symbol of the Great Virtuous Monk, how can a Shaman reach a Monk’s realm?" Prince Tangcang was stubborn and firmly believed Liu was a monk: "Master Richard, why tease us? My apprentices and I are here to seek the cultivation notes of Aegean Monks through the ages, traveling afar till reaching Aegean, and you, clearly a great sage among monks, teased us by engaging, is it because our sincerity isn’t enough...."

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