Purple Mist Dao Master
Chapter 312 - 239: Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill? Martial King Elephant Throwing Technique! In the long journey of Martial Arts, only I am the King!_2

Chapter 312: Chapter 239: Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill? Martial King Elephant Throwing Technique! In the long journey of Martial Arts, only I am the King!_2

Wang Zhengyi was about to block with one hand.

But saw the boulder spinning rapidly in the air, bringing with it a fierce wind and rushing toward him.

"What fear in a fierce spin!"

Wang Zhengyi remained unfazed, switching from one hand to two, pushing forward with the intent to catch the boulder.

But before he could catch it, Yan Chuan had already leaped up, caught up with the giant boulder, and struck it with both palms, causing the boulder to change direction and slam towards Wang Zhengyi again.

Still using skillful means!

This time, the throw was the momentum of the first combined with the force of the second throw, thus making it even stronger than the first.

A double overlay.

Plus the weight of the boulder itself.

Even with Wang Zhengyi’s abilities, he dared not receive it directly at this point.

He quickly turned his body and leapt away to evade.

Yet Yan Chuan was faster, constantly changing positions according to Wang Zhengyi’s movements—

Bam bam bam!

One strike after another!

Once again and again!

Yan Chuan persistently pursued, adding force each time, making the boulder increasingly fierce.

"This, this, this!"

Wang Zhengyi was shocked.

When Yan Chuan first hurled the boulder, despite the second added force, Wang Zhengyi was still eighty percent confident he could catch or withstand it; at the third and fourth times, he remained confident he could deflect or move aside; by the fifth and sixth times, he still had some assurance of dodging.

But with Yan Chuan’s relentless pursuit and added force, by the seventh or eighth time, Wang Zhengyi was sweating on his forehead, his heart pounding, feeling as if disaster was imminent.

Looking again at the boulder—

Rumblings!

Carrying the wind and surpassing the flames, like a meteorite, charging unstoppably towards Wang Zhengyi, no matter how he changed positions or evaded, Yan Chuan, stepping with ’Wave Riding Micro Steps,’ could easily catch up, pushing or striking with both palms, the force mystical, making the boulder increasingly fast.

After more than ten times.

The boulder had not yet caught up with Wang Zhengyi, but Wang Zhengyi felt as though his chest was pressed by the boulder, rendering him breathless, so stifled.

Not just the chest.

The entire body felt as if pressed by the boulder, feeling the air around become stagnant, hindering his every move.

If it continued like this, it would surely smash down!

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Brother Yan, please stop! Little brother concedes! Thoroughly concedes!"

Wang Zhengyi hurriedly called to stop.

"Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Chuan let out a long laugh, throwing the boulder onto the rock wall—

Rumblings!

A loud bang!

The boulder shattered, the rock wall collapsed, akin to the sound of a mountain crumbling and the earth splitting.

Wang Zhengyi saw it, his eyes wide with disbelief—

"This divine skill!"

"Is it mine?!"

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[Task Two]

[Project Name: Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill (Difficulty: Geng ★)]

[Inspiration: 100]

[Completing the task grants ’Experience +50000’, ’Spirituality +50000’.]

...

From Jian Province to Qingzhou.

From establishing the research task of ’Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill’ before the finals of ’Jian Province Competition’ to now, a whole month, during this period, Yan Chuan first battled Wang Zhengyi, then gave a three-day martial arts lecture in Yingze City, afterwards studied day and night for eight days in the Jian Province Scripture Pavilion in Wendeng County, then crossed two states and traveled through the Six Counties, continuously setting up challenges, continuously holding martial arts lectures.

A month later!

As of today!

Finally, Wang Zhengyi’s ’Customized Extreme Skill’—

’Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill’ research completed!

Another Geng-level divine skill has been freshly created!

Congratulations!

...

"What happened, what happened?"

"Did the mountain collapse?"

Fu Yunzhan and Wang Ge heard the noise outside, startled, they used Qinggong to dash out of the cave. Looking up, in the moonlight, Yan Chuan had a faint smile, Wang Zhengyi was jubilant, beside them, the cliff collapsed with rocks rolling, birds and beasts chirping in confusion.

Wang Ge was puzzled.

Fu Yunzhan was shaken, quietly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his back already soaked, he thought it was an enemy coming for vengeance, thankfully, thankfully, it wasn’t an enemy, just Yan Chuan sparring with Wang Zhengyi.

The two came out of the cave.

Wang Zhengyi just regained his senses, his face full of joy, clasped his fists to Yan Chuan and bowed: "Brother Yan, your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten!"

The ’Customized Extreme Skill’ he longed for did not disappoint him, Yan Chuan did not mess around, this extreme skill, just by a slight exhibition, Wang Zhengyi, experienced as he was, could see that the directional shifting wasn’t mere brute force, but contained highly skilled moving techniques that made the boulder accelerate each time, with the force intensifying each time.

Not just speed!

Not just force!

Wang Zhengyi saw how the boulder spun fiercely, clearly imbued with highly sophisticated force circulation, let alone blocking or intercepting, even a slight touch would bring harm.

Great skill!

Great divine skill!

Wang Zhengyi was joyful, moved, and grateful!

"Brother Wang, no need for formalities."

Yan Chuan helped Wang Zhengyi up.

Wang Zhengyi expressed his gratitude repeatedly, then couldn’t help but ask: "May I ask Brother Yan, what is this divine skill named?"

Yan Chuan smiled—

"Martial King Elephant Throwing Skill!"

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"The martial path is long, may I be the king!"

"Martial King Elephant Throwing!"

"Good name!"

"Great divine skill!"

From the name of this absolute skill, Wang Zhengyi saw Yan Chuan’s encouragement and blessings for him, he clasped his fists to Yan Chuan, solemnly said: "If I become a Martial King in the future, Brother Yan’s contributions will be immeasurable!"

Upon hearing this.

Fu Yunzhan and Wang Ge finally understood—

"So Brother Yan customized a martial art for Brother Wang?!"

The two exchanged glances, then looked at the collapsed rock wall, both astonished: "What kind of martial art has such power?"

Yan Chuan did not avoid them, and right in front of them, began teaching Wang Zhengyi the ’Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill’.

This divine skill has two parts—

The upper part is ’Power Training’, cultivating the ’Divine Power’ for ’Elephant Throwing’. As they say, ’A clever woman cannot cook without rice’, to ’throw an elephant’, without strength, without divine power, it is incredibly difficult.

The lower part is ’Skill Training’, practicing the techniques of integrating and exploiting massive strength, allowing one to throw a ten-thousand-pound stone with the force of a thousand pounds without fail.

Yan Chuan, having consumed over a thousand pounds of ’Monkey Wine’, had strong Qi power, thus he could skip the accumulation of power training in the upper part and directly employ the skills in the lower part, allowing him to throw a two-thousand-pound boulder with overwhelming force, continuously brewing with the might to crumble mountains.

Not just Yan Chuan.

Wang Zhengyi too possessed divine power, bearing immense strength of unknown origin, needing no ’Power Training’ to have the ’Elephant Throwing’ force, using the ’Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Skill’, the power would not be small.

Wang Zhengyi recognized its value, he knew clearly: "This extreme skill fully exploits my brute strength, increasing my power by more than tenfold!"

Just waiting for the divine skill to be mastered, the power will instantly surge!

Wang Zhengyi was ecstatic.

On the side.

Fu Yunzhan and Wang Ge, witnessing Yan Chuan custom-tailoring an absolute skill for Wang Zhengyi, saw how profound and promising this absolute skill was, and were struck with amazement and curiosity.

Wang Ge felt embarrassed to speak.

But Fu Yunzhan, after much hesitation, stood up after Yan Chuan finished teaching Wang Zhengyi, gritted his teeth, and performed a grand salute to Yan Chuan: "I earnestly ask Brother Yan to create a martial art for me; if I repay my deep-seated grudges, for the rest of my life I vow to follow Brother Yan and follow orders. If I cannot repay my blood feud, if my life ends, in my next life, I will repay Brother Yan’s kindness as a bull or horse!"

Fu Yunzhan was sincere and heartfelt, after speaking, he knelt with a thump, bowing his head!

"Brother Fu!"

"Brother Fu!"

"That really startled me!"

Yan Chuan hurriedly dodged aside.

Wang Zhengyi also stepped up to help Fu Yunzhan up: "Brother Fu, let’s speak calmly."

Fu Yunzhan was not old, his strength not insubstantial, and had always been on equal terms with Yan Chuan and Wang Zhengyi, so his sudden kneeling threw both Yan Chuan and Wang Zhengyi off.

Even Wang Ge, who admired Yan Chuan the most, was taken aback.

Kneeling?

Isn’t that a bit much!

But Yan Chuan caught the meaning: "Brother Fu, if you have any deep-seated grievances, do tell us; if there’s anything we can do, we have been brought together by fate and will certainly assist, no need for this."

Kneeling?

It’s entirely unnecessary!

Yan Chuan had indeed noticed early on that Fu Yunzhan carried heavy burdens, particularly when leaving Jian Province heading north, especially upon entering Hui State. Yan Chuan, having practiced ’Purple Mist Divine Skill’ and ’Yijinjing’, had sharp senses, detecting that Fu Yunzhan spoke less, grew increasingly silent and sullen, with killing intent and overwhelming resentment occasionally surfacing.

Indeed burdened with deep-seated grievances.

Yan Chuan had long been curious, but since Fu Yunzhan didn’t initiate discussion, it wasn’t polite to pry; now that Fu Yunzhan brought it up, after helping him up with Wang Zhengyi, they finally had the chance to ask—

"Brother Fu, what is your grievance?"

"Who is the enemy?"

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