King of Creation
Chapter 366 - 362: Huaa Clan’s Secret Technique

Chapter 366: Chapter 362: Huaa Clan’s Secret Technique

"Young Master...."

From a distance, Housekeeper Huaa of the Tiannan Huaa Family used a thread of Divine Soul Power to awaken Huaa Wushuang from his peculiar slumber in the warmest manner.

Huaa Wushuang slowly opened his eyes, and the listless and feeble look he had before sleeping now appeared somewhat spirited.

"What is it, has someone challenged me?"

"Indeed, Young Master, it is Yem Yuan. He has challenged you in the arena. Young Master, how are your injuries?"

"Recovery is not bad, I can still fight!" Huaa Wushuang abruptly stood up.

"How did this round of the fight go?"

Following Huaa Wushuang’s inquiry, Housekeeper Huaa relayed the outcomes of this round, causing Huaa Wushuang to slightly furrow his brows.

"It seems I have underestimated this Zheng Fuyun. To kill Tao Hui with one finger does show some skill. Hm, you mean to say there are still three who have yet to fight, and yet Yem Yuan chooses to challenge me?"

"That is indeed the case, Young Master!"

"Hmph, does he think that a tiger that has fallen to the plains can be bullied by a dog? Even if this young master is gravely injured, I am not someone he can provoke so easily!"

"Huaa Wushuang, are you able to fight? If within ten breaths there is still no decision, it will be deemed you have admitted defeat!" From the sky, Elder Qingyi’s voice rang out.

"I can.... fight!"

The moment the word ’fight’ was spoken, Huaa Wushuang’s figure moved, turning into a streak of light, shooting straight to Dragonhead Stage No.8. However, Huaa Wushuang’s path was blocked by the countless martial artists surrounding the stage.

But Huaa Wushuang was also formidable. He wrapped a layer of Water Element Spiritual Power around his entire body and charged headlong through the wall of people. The powerful surge of Spiritual Power Wave suddenly erupted, and the wall of people was scattered like a flood had struck, and while they cursed in anger, Huaa Wushuang had already stood atop Dragonhead Stage No.8.

"This Huaa Wushuang, he has recovered so quickly!" Ye Zhen was greatly surprised by the strength Huaa Wushuang was displaying at the moment.

"Yem Yuan, you want to challenge me? Are you hoping to pick up a bargain?" Huaa Wushuang’s eyes were fixed intently on Yem Yuan.

Yem Yuan’s eyelids twitched and his expression suddenly darkened.

"That’s right!"

Yem Yuan, who had survived countless deadly battles, held the most basic creed of a wolf—a hungry wolf that only cares about the result, not the process.

In choosing between Caiyi and Huaa Wushuang to challenge, Yem Yuan decisively picked Huaa Wushuang.

Facing Caiyi, Yem Yuan had no confidence whatsoever!

Caiyi’s moves were too unpredictable, and Yem Yuan needed to observe further.

Originally, Yem Yuan didn’t have much confidence in facing Huaa Wushuang either, but Huaa Wushuang was injured, and heavily at that.

This significantly increased Yem Yuan’s chances of defeating Huaa Wushuang by several times.

Winning a battle and earning two extra points would enable him to raise his rank on the Black Dragon Ranking, and for Yem Yuan, it was the result that mattered the most. As for how others perceived it, Yem Yuan didn’t care at all.

"Hmph, dreaming of picking up a bargain? Not going to Happen!"

"The duel begins!" announced Elder Qingyi.

Almost the very instant Elder Qingyi’s voice faded, a silver chain flew out from Yem Yuan’s body, lashing towards Huaa Wushuang like lightning.

"Trifling skill!"

With a scoff, Huaa Wushuang’s figure suddenly lightened, using the strong wind from the silver chain as if he were a piece of dandelion fluff, effortlessly floating amidst the wind. While maintaining a constant distance from the Geomagnetic Silver Chain, Huaa Wushuang performed the hallmark Footwork Technique of the Tiannan Huaa Family—the Butterfly Shadow Windstep.

This technique was incredibly potent, allowing one’s body to drift like a butterfly shadow with the wind force of the opponent’s attacks. Theoretically, as long as the opponent’s attacks could generate wind, Huaa Wushuang would never be hit.

"Is this your life-preserving skill?"

"Geomagnetic... Gravity!"

Boom!

Yem Yuan suddenly slammed a fist onto the ground, and Geomagnetic Spiritual Power spread out like ripples in all directions. Ye Zhen’s face suddenly changed as he felt his body become immensely heavy.

At the same time, the martial artists congregated around Dragonhead Stage No.8, particularly those layered in the sky watching the battle, fell from the air like dumplings due to the abnormal force, plummeting towards the ground.

Not just them, Huaa Wushuang’s fluff-like figure also suddenly sank, losing its previous grace and no longer able to maintain a floating posture with the wind.

"Not bad, quite interesting!" Huaa Wushuang nodded in approval but his eyes were full of disdain, "However, this duel ends here!"

In an instant, Water and Fire Dual-colored Spiritual Power surged out from within Huaa Wushuang, the High Grade Treasure Fan snapped open, and with a light chant, Huaa Wushuang stepped forward, "Flower Core Shift, as if... a mountain moves!"

Water and Fire Dual-colored Spiritual Power, combined with the Gold Element Attribute Power attached to Huaa Wushuang’s Precious Fan, coalesced into a three-colored spiritual mountain, barraging towards Yem Yuan with fury.

This three-colored Spirit Mountain was enormous, nearly covering the entire Dragonhead Stage No.8, leaving Yem Yuan no room to avoid, forcing him to either withstand it or dodge and step out of the arena—essentially conceding defeat.

Even more astonishing was the formidable fluctuation emanating from the dual-colored powers within the Spirit Mountain.

Everyone could feel that should the three-colored Spirit Mountain explode, the collision of water and fire powers would create a force that wouldn’t merely equate to the sum of its parts.

Yem Yuan’s face turned incredibly grim in an instant.

The Geomagnetic Silver Chain wrapped tightly around Yem Yuan, with only a small portion exposed. He hesitated, wondering if Huaa Wushuang was merely bluffing?

A correct bet might mean victory, but a wrong one could cost his life!

"Hmph, die!"

Amid the roaring sound, the Three-colored Spiritual Mountain accelerated its descent, intent on crushing Yem Yuan into pulp.

In the nick of time, a flash of Spirit Light surrounded Yem Yuan, and in the instant before the mountain crushed him, he retracted like lightning from Dragonhead Stage No.8.

Almost simultaneously, Elder Qingyi burst out a roar from above the arena, "Spectators, withdraw at once!"

The Black Dragon Token had already appeared above Qing Yii’s head.

Clearly, Qing Yii had foreseen the terrible aftermath of the Three-colored Spiritual Mountain missing its target, and without defenses, it was likely that all spectators within ten meters of the Dragon Head Arena would be obliterated!

At this moment, however, Huaa Wushuang merely smiled broadly.

"Elder Qingyii, don’t worry, I still have the skill to retract it effortlessly!"

With a light flick of the fan in his hand, a ray of light shot out, and the thunderous Three-colored Spiritual Mountain dissipated like smoke and clouds, as if it had never existed.

Yem Yuan, who had just retreated from the stage, was momentarily stunned, his eyes radiating an incredibly startling light.

"Did you trick me?"

"Was it a trick?"

"Why don’t you try again?" Huaa Wushuang replied with a noncommittal cold smile.

In the sky, Elder Qingyii breathed a sigh of relief. He had heard about the power of the Three-colored Spiritual Mountain and knew that if it had exploded as expected, the death of a hundred or more spectators would have caused serious trouble.

As to whether it was real or fake, Qing Yii didn’t want to concern himself with it.

"The second round, the fifth match, Yem Yuan versus Huaa Wushuang, Huaa Wushuang wins!"

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Yem Yuan clenched his fists with a pop and walked to the side. This was his most frustrating and unjust defeat; he had barely been able to show his strength before he had been forced out of the Dragon Head Arena and lost.

Ye Zhen, watching from the sky, furrowed his brows.

This battle revealed quite a bit of Yem Yuan and Huaa Wushuang’s strengths, but what surprised Ye Zhen most was Huaa Wushuang’s performance.

After being severely wounded in the Divine Soul by Caiyi, he had recovered a significant portion of his combat power so quickly, the speed of recovery was truly astonishing.

If Ye Zhen had suffered similar Divine Soul injuries, he estimated, he wouldn’t be able to fight like Huaa Wushuang for at least three or four days of rest.

To fully recover, he would need at least a month of rest to heal his Divine Soul injuries.

But it had only taken Huaa Wushuang two hours.

"That peculiar breathing Daoist School..."

Ye Zhen suddenly thought of the strange rhythm of Huaa Wushuang’s breathing while he had been sleeping, which must relate to this, likely a special Secret Technique for restoring Divine Soul Power.

In Ye Zhen’s judgment, Huaa Wushuang’s special recovery technique could restore the Divine Soul Power nearly a hundred times faster than normal.

"The Huaa Clan’s foundations are indeed..."

Ye Zhen coveted Huaa Wushuang’s special recovery technique but knew it was out of reach. He might have discerned Huaa Wushuang’s breathing rhythm, but that was useless without knowing the specific mental method used to activate it.

"The second round, the final match, Mo Xinsui versus Caiyi!"

Upon hearing Qing Yii’s announcement, Mo Xinsui gave a wry smile, although he had no choice but to proceed.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xinsui did not immediately concede after stepping onto the stage. Instead, he quickly widened the distance between himself and Caiyi to forty meters.

Mo Xinsui believed that a forty-meter distance should allow Caiyi’s Divine Soul Attack to weaken somewhat, and also, it was the optimal distance for his Thunder Control attacks.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Thunder Control Sword traced an odd path in the sky, and beams of Thunder Light intertwined abruptly above, five beams as thick as a child’s arm descended towards Caiyi simultaneously.

Unexpectedly, Caiyi didn’t move an inch.

Her beautiful eyes opened slightly, and a burst of Five-colored Light exploded from them, with the immense Divine Soul Power Wave suddenly rising. Sensing this formidable wave, Mo Xinsui became extremely cautious.

But in the next instant, Mo Xinsui’s handsome face turned pale, and in a panic, he began darting about like a frightened rabbit.

Without any visible moves from Caiyi, the beams of Thunder Light that had been descending on her were abruptly halted mid-air.

Yes, they were directly suspended in mid-air.

Then, like reverse-rolling water dragons, the five beams of Thunder Light whipped back towards Mo Xinsui.

"This can be done..."

"What is this... a monster?"

...

Sighs of astonishment swept up like a tide.

With a resigned smile, Mo Xinsui zigzagged like a monkey, leading the Thunder Control Sword left and right, occasionally firing a beam of Thunder Light to meet the counter-swirling lightning as if it were his own monkey show.

Caiyi stood at the very center of Dragonhead Stage No.8, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched Mo Xinsui frenetically counter his own attacks.

"I... concede!"

That was the first rushed sentence Mo Xinsui blurted out after sweating profusely to deflect his own Five Thunder Attack, afraid of being blasted away if he was too slow.

In truth, if Caiyi really wanted to subdue him, she didn’t need those few moments; after all, she had already watched for over ten breaths as Mo Xinsui put on a monkey show of his own.(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)