Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 302 - 234 Lion Roar! Lion Roar!! Lion Roar!!!_2

Chapter 302: Chapter 234 Lion Roar! Lion Roar!! Lion Roar!!!_2

Yan Chuan was startled.

In a moment’s confusion, the Whale Beast and the Alligator Beast were already upon him.

No need to say more—

This Whale Beast!

This Alligator Beast!

They must be mere illusions of mist, posing no real threat.

Yan Chuan remained unmoved as the eight winds, still aiming to ’use stillness to subdue movement.’

However, just as the Whale Beast passed through and the Alligator Beast swept by, a chill ran down Yan Chuan’s back, and in that instant of raised hackles, he swiftly thrust out a sword.

Behold this sword—

Swish, swish, swish!

So swift.

In a moment, he had already thrust eighteen swords in succession, each sword splitting into three as it was thrust out, the wrist shaking, dividing the sword move into three.

This is precisely the superior swordsmanship of ’Quanzhen Swordsmanship’, known as ’One Qi to Three Pure Ones.’

Eighteen swords of two nines!

Fifty-four moves!

In an instant, changes poured out, each thrust precisely striking the ’Alligator Beast’ beside him as if ’passing by.’

Clang, clang, clang!

Boom, boom, boom!

The Alligator Beast’s movements were in perfect harmony with Yan Chuan’s ’Alligator Form.’

Each move and style exactly the same.

Connected through the back, lively at the waist, tendon adjusting and qi cultivation, seeking straightness in curves, left and right blend, forming a flow.

Exactly the essence of ’Alligator Form’!

Yan Chuan had no time to be amazed; compared to this ’Alligator Form’ used by the ’Alligator Beast,’ he was more shocked by—

"This Alligator Beast!"

"Is it real?"

...

Yan Chuan thrust his sword, ’One Qi to Three Pure Ones,’ but the sword in his hand cracked and shattered into pieces on the spot.

Not only did it achieve nothing!

On the contrary, the long sword was destroyed!

The Alligator Beast seemed to make the false real, its breath, qi power, and even ’Alligator Form Boxing’ were indistinguishably authentic.

"Illusions and reality!"

"Brother Wang, what a skillful trick!"

Yan Chuan guessed that this Alligator Beast was an illusion of mist, with Wang Zhengyi hidden inside, attacking from behind the mirage to catch Yan Chuan off guard.

But how could Wang Zhengyi destroy the surprise weapon sword in Yan Chuan’s hand?

Strange, strange, strange!

Odd, odd, odd!

Yan Chuan did not react slowly; the moment he sensed something wrong with ’One Qi to Three Pure Ones,’ he decisively used ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ to maneuver out of position and create distance.

His retreat was indeed nimble.

Boom!

Only a boom was heard as Yan Chuan just stopped, turned his head, and saw smoke mixed with mist at the place where he stood moments ago, faintly revealing a big palm print.

"Hiss!"

Yan Chuan drew a cold breath!

Now he finally knew where the ground palm print from Wang Zhengyi’s battle with Fu Yunzhan came from.

So that’s it!

Terrifying as it is!

"What exactly is—"

Yan Chuan couldn’t tell for the moment whether this was martial arts or an exotic treasure, but he knew that even with ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’ and ’Yijinjing’ on his side, he absolutely didn’t dare to take this palm head-on; evasion would be the difference between life and death!

Danger, danger, danger!

Truly perilous!

...

Boom, boom, boom!

In the thick mist, rumbling sounds arose.

The people outside suddenly became spirited, as Fu Yunzhan, having experienced it personally, knew best: "It must be Wang Zhengyi transforming into an Alien Beast, getting serious now!"

Recalling the previous days’ battle with Wang Zhengyi, recalling Wang Zhengyi’s fierce might within the mist created by the ’Mirage Pearl,’ Fu Yunzhan was alarmed.

Wang Zhengyi in the thick mist was beyond reason, as everyone termed him ’Unrivaled Divine Power’, his ’Human Form’ strength was already unparalleled in the world, but no one expected that within the mist, after transforming into an Alien Beast, his qi power surged again and again, increasing by at least ten times!

"Xingyi Boxing?"

"Can’t defeat it!"

"Tai Chi Boxing?"

"Still tough!"

Fu Yunzhan shook his head.

Even though ’Tai Chi Boxing’ is reputed for ’Four Ounces Move a Thousand Pounds’, when faced with absolute power, it still falls short, and Wang Zhengyi has taken the path of maximizing power.

Using force to break techniques!

His ’Deceit Sword’ was a joke in front of Wang Zhengyi.

Yan Chuan’s ’Tai Chi Boxing’ was likely to be a joke too—

...

"Boom!"

Yan Chuan retreated immediately upon confrontation, his arms throbbing with pain, his tiger’s mouth cracked and bleeding.

This, this, this!

Yan Chuan quickly used ’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ to create distance, lost within the thick mist and unaware of the direction, his heart was struck with extreme shock. He had been pursued by the ’Thick Fog Alligator Beast’ transformed by Wang Zhengyi, narrowly evading time and again, leaving one large palm print after another at his previous positions.

After dodging several rounds, Yan Chuan was intent on testing Wang Zhengyi again, testing the depth and reality of this Alligator Beast; he took a breath, his strength flowing within, waved his right palm, wanting to push back Wang Zhengyi’s palm power completely.

But upon contact, he felt the opponent’s palm power surge like a mountain-shattering flood, endless and unmovable, instead, he was anchored in place by this giant power, forcing him to employ ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’ to protect his Five Internal Organs and Six Hollow Organs, taking at least three-tenths of Wang Zhengyi’s palm force to barely extricate himself.

This palm!

Three-tenths force!

Even less, and yet it had already numbed Yan Chuan’s arms and cracked his tiger’s mouth, leaving him motionless for a moment, his Purple Mist Inner Power nearly dissipated, unable to revitalize.

"Too fierce!"

Yan Chuan exclaimed.

This palm’s strength exceeded by at least tenfold what Wang Zhengyi had shown outside the thick mist!

"Hiding his true nature?"

"Or is it that only with the ’Mirage Pearl’, transforming into an Alien Beast grants such monstrous strength?"

Yan Chuan was unclear.

But Wang Zhengyi’s strength had already reached an absurd level—

’Tai Chi Boxing’ also!

’Dugu Nine Swords’ too!

When facing such an absolute power disparity, they would all be found wanting.

What is ’One Force Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques’?

’Tai Chi Boxing’ is a technique!

’Dugu Nine Swords’ is a technique!

Wang Zhengyi’s strength breaks precisely ’Tai Chi Boxing,’ precisely ’Dugu Nine Swords,’ defeating Yan Chuan.

Facing such Wang Zhengyi, Yan Chuan could only maneuver and evade with ’Wave Riding Micro Steps.’

’Wave Riding Micro Steps’ was astonishingly exquisite.

Wang Zhengyi fought Wang Zhengyi’s way.

Yan Chuan moved Yan Chuan’s way.

The two unrelated.

Yan Chuan dared not clash with Wang Zhengyi.

Wang Zhengyi could not touch Yan Chuan either.

With such a stalemate.

Sooner or later, a draw.

If neither side showed something new, the result would end in a draw.

Wang Zhengyi seemed out of tricks.

Yan Chuan kept evading, seemingly without solutions too.

Thus, the two engaged in a deadlock.

From outside the ring, people could only hear the roaring sounds from within the thick mist. Inside, Yu Jinpeng and three others versus four opponents from Guangling Academy under Zhong Le had long ceased fighting, gathering together, listening intently while watching, as if in a Demon and Immortal Realm, with celestial and demonic beings battling nearby, a terrifying place to be.

Not just them.

On the ring, there were thirty-six judges standing atop stone pillars, yet they too were shrouded in thick mist, seeing and hearing nothing but illusory mist, with occasional roaring sounds, accompanied by electric flashes and thunderclaps, as if the Thunder God were enraged, collapsing mountains and splitting the earth, a sheer fright.

Yet there were nine ’immersive viewing seats,’ with hundreds of audiences, terror-stricken, some crouching on seats too afraid to move, others jumping off the stands in panic, running all directions.

Occasionally encountering Yan Chuan.

Occasionally encountering Wang Zhengyi.

All were expelled.

Thus.

Outside.

Everyone saw audience members being tossed from all directions.

Either lightly landing on the ground.

Or sprawling with arms flailing.

None exited properly.

Thus.

In such a manner.

For over an hour.

Finally, this ultimate battle neared its end, but within the thick mist, victory or defeat seemed undecided.

"This—"

Sima Feng was astonished, could it end in a draw?

A thought crossed his mind.

Suddenly.

Rumble!

"How sudden the rain comes, ravines swiftly filled. The wind wild with no direction, the thunder silent. Frightened sparrows flee the eaves, orioles hide deeply beneath trees. Who dispels the clouds, suddenly the moon shines bright."

Only hearing a long howl from within the mist on the ring, someone reciting a poem, the words like rolling thunder, as though a lion roared in the forest, their voice stirred the mist on stage like dragons and phoenixes, wind and clouds stirring, shaking in all directions, even Sima Feng was moved by it, instinctively resisting with his internal strength.

Looking around—

The audience in the observation seats, agape, showing shock, then their faces turned to agony, as if enduring great suffering.

After a moment—

"Ahhh!"

One after another, covering their ears, bodies twisting, on the brink of madness.

Besides—

Experts of Fifth Grade and Sixth Grade paled, immediately sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes, using inner strength to resist the howl.

Newly advanced Fourth Grades like Gu Shengyan struggled, sweat like beans rolling down their foreheads, their pretty faces twitching unceasingly.

Also seen were Du Zhenzong, Lan Yongqiang and other leaders of the Martial Arts Academy barely enduring, these who weren’t of Mid-grade, leapt upwards, trying to flee. But as soon as they ascended a few yards high, they fell straightly, crashing to the ground, clutching ears, donning faces of agony.

Extremely painful!

Jiang Bianliu’s inner strength surged, ignoring this long howl, astonishment on his face—

"This is!"

"Lion Roar?!"

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