Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 301 - 234 Lion Roar! Lion Roar!! Lion Roar!!!

Chapter 301: Chapter 234 Lion Roar! Lion Roar!! Lion Roar!!!

Jiang Bianliu watched intently as Yan Chuan’s ’Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist’ was executed in one fluid motion, swift as lightning, fierce as thunder. Each punch and kick tore through the air, every strike causing the air to crackle, driving Wang Zhengyi back step by step until he finally stabilized after retreating twenty to thirty steps.

Then, with the ’Alligator Form’, his Qi Power increased, and he finally adapted to Yan Chuan’s new moves, adapting to the ’Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist’ and gradually began to counterattack.

Snake-shaped Drilling Fist!

Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist!

Finally, Wang Zhengyi’s ’Alligator Form’ was forced out.

At this point, in terms of boxing skills, Wang Zhengyi had reached his limit.

Yan Chuan seemed intent on pushing Wang Zhengyi to his limit. Just as Wang Zhengyi slightly adapted to the ’Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist’, just as he found his footing, the attack changed immediately—

"Snake Form!"

"Tiger Form!"

"Drilling Fist!"

"Splitting Fist!"

In the arena, Yan Chuan leapt and evaded, light and steady. Sweeping across the ground, his power bursts in attacks like rolling thunder, lightning strikes.

Softness within hardness, hardness within softness.

Hiss hiss hiss~

Roar roar roar~

The sound follows the movement!

Wrong!

This isn’t ’Snake-shaped Drilling Fist’, not ’Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist’.

Wrong, wrong!

It is still ’Snake-shaped Drilling Fist’, still ’Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist’.

"This is—"

Jiang Bianliu observed carefully for a while and finally confirmed: "This is where both ’Snake-shaped Drilling Fist’ and ’Tiger-shaped Splitting Fist’ are practiced to an extremely masterful and profound level, seamlessly transforming and blending them into one for individual use!"

Without a trace!

Divine Transformation!

"This kid is a great talent!"

"I am not as good!"

Jiang Bianliu laments self-deprecatingly!

...

Boom!

On the arena, Yan Chuan’s entire body, joints, and muscles trembled slightly, emitting a sound like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, the echoes lingering.

"Ha!"

Suddenly, with breathing and opening sound.

Yan Chuan stepped forward fiercely, his clothes rustling, a pair of iron fists striking through the air.

Rumble, rumble!

Like thunder rolling, like a giant hammer striking a bell, Yan Chuan seemed like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, also like a giant elephant in the forest, each punch crashing into Wang Zhengyi like a skull.

"Buzz~"

"Buzz buzz~"

Wang Zhengyi only felt his eardrums trembling, buzzing as the sound echoed, his whole being was dazed by Yan Chuan’s strike, his feet softened, unconsciously retreating step by step.

When he snapped back to his senses.

When he finally stopped.

Bam!

Turning his head back, he saw one foot perilously on the very edge of the arena battle zone, half a step further, and he would be out.

"That was close!"

Wang Zhengyi looked up again to see Yan Chuan standing with sleeves hanging after the strike, not pursuing. Otherwise, he feared he wouldn’t have had time to pull out the ’Mirage Pearl’ before being knocked out of the arena.

This was Yan Chuan holding back.

Also because Wang Zhengyi witnessed Yan Chuan’s exquisite boxing skills, a set of ’Xingyi Boxing’, even with the display of only ’Snake Form’, ’Tiger Form’ and the ’Drilling Fist’ and ’Splitting Fist’ from the ’Five Elements Boxing’, was already unparalleled, immersing him to the point of forgetting the duel, forgetting victory or defeat, even forgetting life and death.

Until now, he was finally startled awake.

"This is no time for observing or learning."

Wang Zhengyi cupped his hands towards Yan Chuan: "Thank you, Brother Yan, for holding back."

"I’ve been eager to see Brother Wang’s treasures!"

Yan Chuan said with a smile.

As the words fell.

Wang Zhengyi took the opportunity to pull out a Mirage Pearl from his bosom, Qi-Blood surged, and thick fog rose.

The sky merged with cloud waves and morning mist, the Star River seemed to spin as a thousand sails danced.

Yan Chuan!

Felt like he was in a fairyland!

...

"Mirage Pearl."

This was the third time Yan Chuan saw Wang Zhengyi use the ’Mirage Pearl’, the second time being within the mist.

The fog was dense.

Not even seeing a hand stretched in front of one’s face.

If expected, next the mirage phenomena, various strange sights and illusions will emerge, accompanied by all kinds of sounds indistinguishable from reality, immersing the senses, making it hard to tell real from fake and illusion.

For example, at this moment—

Splish splash!

The sound of flowing water.

In a daze, Yan Chuan suddenly found himself seemingly plunged into a lake, submerged in water, surrounded by currents and water plants, water pressure, and entangling weeds, making it hard for him to move freely.

In danger!

In danger!

Yan Chuan hurriedly activated the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’, as purple Qi covered his face, his ears cleared, his vision sharpened. Blinking, he realized that pressing against him was clusters of rolling mist, entwining him were strands of swirling mist.

All was mist!

All was false!

Clang!

Yan Chuan collected his thoughts, sword in hand, stealthily applied the ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’, further deepened by the ’Yijinjing’. Inside the mist, Yan Chuan was no longer blind, roughly able to perceive within a span of about a yard radius in all directions, ears slightly moved, discarding all distracting illusionary sounds, painstakingly discerning truth from fiction.

Unmovable like a mountain!

Unmovable like a mountain!

Unmovable like a mountain!

As it is said, ’A motionless calm is better than a move’, in this situation, using stillness to control motion is always the best method of response.

One quarter-hour.

Two quarter-hours.

Yan Chuan was full of patience, just stood there without moving, just stalled with Wang Zhengyi, just waiting for Wang Zhengyi to attack.

No matter how the Feng Yun changed, Yan Chuan remained unmoved.

As the fog surged.

Various images kept changing.

Suddenly.

Splish splash!

Yan Chuan was again at the bottom of the water, at the bottom of the lake. This time, a Whale Beast and an Alligator Beast emerged from his front—

"Huh?"

This scene felt familiar.

Yan Chuan had a good memory; he reacted immediately, realizing this was exactly what he had seen while journeying to Iron Arm Monkey Mountain in the Mountain and Sea Realm, through the ’Level 10 Thousand-mile Mirror’, when he saw a Whale Beast chasing an Alligator Beast in the waters of Nanyue Lake.

At that time, it seemed curious, not expecting it to replay right before his eyes now.

"Could it be that the ’Mirage Pearl’s’ ’mirages’ could evolve based on human thoughts or even memories and subconscious minds?"

If so, then this ’Mirage Pearl’ is not simple at all.

It involves the layer of memory.

It involves the level of consciousness.

Since it can retrieve, it can evolve, perhaps it can also modify, alter.