Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 286 - 274: Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon (2/3)

Chapter 286: Chapter 274: Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon (2/3)

"Hm?" Mao Yuheng’s eyes flickered with shock, but immediately, his expression became fierce, and he pushed out both hands violently. The flood serpent in the sky hissed loudly, appearing enraged, and lunged forward even more swiftly.

"Explode!"

Zhou Heng uttered coldly, and boom, the Eight-Colored Lotus suddenly burst open. Eight types of forces repelled each other, creating a terrifying energy tempest. The flood serpent bore the brunt of it, and with a loud bang, three-quarters of the serpent’s head was completely destroyed!

However, this thing was not a physical entity; it was merely a manifestation of Mao Yuheng’s momentum. The remnants of its body still bit towards Zhou Heng.

Momentum is an attack on the level of the spirit. In duels between experts, momentum can’t injure people. It can, however, have the effect of subduing the opponent without a fight, causing one’s fighting spirit to plummet, or even leading to self-defeat, rendering one unable to exert even half of their full capability!

Zhou Heng’s eyes glinted sharply. Purple Flame surged, and with a single sweep, the flood serpent was burned to ashes!

"Ah—" Mao Yuheng’s head throbbed with pain. Momentum is linked with the spirit, and the flood serpent he projected being burned to ashes by Zhou Heng naturally dealt him a considerable blow. However, he didn’t concern himself with the headache, as the violent qi from the shaking Eight-Colored Lotus was already assailing him first.

"Break for me!" he bellowed, constantly twisting his hands and sending out smaller vigor qi serpents.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Loud explosions resounded in the sky continuously. Waves of power collided fiercely, like fireworks, dazzling and dangerous yet filled with beauty.

Embattled Mao Yuheng had no such mood to appreciate this. His figure retreated explosively, his face covered in dust, looking rather disheveled, but the momentum emanating from his body rose rather than diminished. In the sky, he once again formed the massive shape of a flood serpent that looked even more lifelike and vivid.

Zhou Heng’s eyes sparkled with a surge in battle intent, having finally encountered a rival of the same realm with whom he could fight with all his might!

But they were not of the same rank!

Mao Yuheng was at the peak of the Third Layer Heaven of the Mountains and Rivers Realm, two minor realms above him. However, Zhou Heng used to completely crush any opponent at the same Great Realm as himself. Although Mao Yuheng could only contend with him by relying on being higher in minor realms, it was enough to prove the exceptional talent of this individual.

There are mountains beyond mountains, and there are people beyond people; one can never become proud and self-complacent!

That was what Zhou Heng thought. Clenching his fists, his battle intent rose sharply, radiating with killing intent. Swoosh, he bounced on his feet, activating Swift Cloud Radiant Step, and launched another attack at Mao Yuheng.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Far from showing any weakness, Mao Yuheng counterattacked. Although his strength was slightly inferior, it wasn’t to the degree of being rolled over completely. They fought back and forth, neither yielding and clashing fiercely.

From the moment they engaged, the battle was intense, each strike potentially fatal!

The Mao Family had every reason to despise Zhou Heng, and Zhou Heng’s anger was even more intense, as this was the "vengeance for killing his father"!

"Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon!"

Battling to the point of madness, Mao Yuheng suddenly bellowed, and the shape of the flood serpent in the sky drastically shrank to about thirty feet above his head. As its size decreased, its form became indistinguishable from the real thing, even emanating the unique aura of the Mountains and Rivers Realm.

What secret technique was this?

In a flash, Mao Yuheng seemed to have gained an external incarnation. With a shout, he lunged forward and threw a punch, and the flood serpent above him also opened its ferocious maw and bit down, even exuding a fishy smell.

Originally it was one-on-one, but now it had become two-on-one!

This was not an ordinary Martial Arts Technique, but a Bloodline Martial Technique, able to exert power far beyond ordinary techniques!

Since the Mao Family was a prominent clan of the Heavenly Dragon Empire, their Bloodline Power must be strong. This Mao Yuheng was so exceptional; he likely possessed the strength of a Heavenly Spirit Body. Moreover, with many years of inheritance, there must have been a Big Shot in the family who developed Bloodline Martial Techniques based on the family’s Bloodline Power.

Who says Bloodline Martial Techniques have no rank?

Zhou Heng didn’t think for a moment that the Nine Nether Ice Heaven Jue could match the Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon. After all, his Azure Dragon Bloodline had long reached the Ten Stars Heavenly Spirit Body level, even surpassing it. If Bloodline Martial Techniques had no differences in strength, then the Nine Nether Ice Heaven Jue could definitely counter the Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon!

That was simply impossible!

In just an instant, countless thoughts surged through Zhou Heng’s mind. But in a blink, he had set his resolve, striking out with golden fists and attacking both man and serpent at the same time.

Two Mountains and Rivers experts? He would strike at them regardless!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their powers collided fiercely. Mao Yuheng, aided by a flood serpent, began to gain the upper hand in the two-on-one fight, but Zhou Heng refused to yield. His golden fists pounded faster and harder, like the roaring of ocean waves, one after another, seemingly relentless.

There was a gap in strength between the three, but it had closed to a level that allowed for a fight. Therefore, being two against one was certainly a significant advantage. Zhou Heng launched one attack, but Mao Yuheng, with one serpent, could deliver two!

But Zhou Heng was surpassing himself. His eyes shone brilliantly, brighter than the sun in the sky, casting beams of light for thousands of miles!

His punching speed had reached the level where he could land eight hits for every ten that the man and serpent duo initiated, bit by bit turning the tide back in his favor!

Witnessing this scene, even the young man in blue who had been fixated on Ying Mengfan couldn’t help but shift his gaze and show a look of utter shock.

Had Zhou Heng used a Martial Arts Technique to counter, he would not have been so surprised, for he could have undone Mao Yuheng’s move just as well. But Zhou Heng was using the sheer force of will to raise his punching speed in that brief moment, a feat which was truly frightening!

This was an enhancement on the level of will!

In extreme emotions such as anger, an individual’s strength and speed in striking can increase significantly. Experts can control every muscle and bone in their body, exploding with full force in each strike.

To break through on this basis requires a breakthrough of will!

In this era of declining martial arts, could there really emerge such a genius? And the Purple Flame above his head, why does it look so familiar? It’s reminiscent of that monumental figure who alone suppressed all through the ages with but a single hand!

"Disperse!"

Zhou Heng threw punches like rain, his Essence, Qi and Spirit burning at the utmost limit, his mind clear with only the thought of punching remaining, miraculously increasing the speed of his punches once more.

Ten strikes against ten strikes!

Zhou Heng roared, his figure moving, striding forward!

What!

Mao Yuheng was so shocked that his eyeballs nearly popped out; he hadn’t managed to suppress Zhou Heng! With two against one, what kind of demon was this kid? Not only had he withstood the attack, but he had also launched a counterattack!

When the number of attacks was equal, the straightforward result of a head-on clash predictably favored the stronger!

Zhou Heng’s running speed grew faster and faster, bam bam bam bam, the sky was filled with his golden fist shadows, pressuring Mao Yuheng and the Flood Serpent to only be able to parry, continuously retreating!

They retreated out of the woods, all the way to a mountain wall!

No path left to retreat!

Bam bam bam bam bam bam bam!

Keep hitting!

In the midst of countless blows of power, Mao Yuheng’s body broke through the mountain wall, forcibly embedding into it. Hiss! The Flood Serpent shot out from the hole, baring its fangs menacingly, but as soon as it poked its head out, Zhou Heng seized it with one hand.

With an explosive shout, he suddenly exerted strength with both hands, boom, a terrifying power resonated, and the head of the Flood Serpent was plucked off by him!

"Ah!" In a roar filled with boundless fury, Mao Yuheng shot out, his head and face covered with a good amount of mud and rubble, yet his body seemingly untouched by any harm. He glared at Zhou Heng fiercely and said, "I have to admit, you are a worthy opponent. You deserve my all-out effort!"

His body shuddered, and two Flood Serpents burst out from above his head!

The momentum surged!

Three Mountains and Rivers Realm experts now!

Zhou Heng’s eyes tightened. Mao Yuheng had previously shouted "Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon"; did that mean he could still summon another snakehead? Otherwise, why would it be called Triple Strike?

"Die!"

Mao Yuheng lunged forward swiftly, the two Flood Serpents above hissing angrily, their long fangs sharp like swords.

Zhou Heng swung his right hand, and an Eight-Colored Lotus materialized, his left hand stretching out to activate the Nine Nether Ice Heaven Jue, turning the surroundings into a world of ice and snow.

Human strength sometimes reaches its limits; potential ultimately has an end.

He could surpass Mao Yuheng’s striking speed by double, but that was the limit, he couldn’t increase it to twice the speed! Therefore, facing three Mountains and Rivers Realm beings with sheer force was a battle with no chance of winning.

But since Mao Yuheng had already resorted to such a trump card, why should he (Zhou Heng) continue to hide his abilities?

In an instant, it was a bustling scene!

Lotuses fluttered, frost filled the sky, as if suddenly transported to a snowy mountain, with layers of ice lotuses forming. Yet this beautiful scene was fraught with danger, not something everyone could appreciate or experience firsthand.

Zhou Heng pounced, his Crimson Gold Bloodline circulating, his entire body turned golden, shining like a radiant war god, powerful and unrivaled.

"Die! Die! Die!" Mao Yuheng and his two snakes attacked simultaneously. Astonishingly, this single man and two snakes could still perform martial techniques, suddenly increasing their might and contending against the Eight-Colored Lotus and the Nine Nether Ice Heaven Jue, while withstanding Zhou Heng’s body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Not an inch of clean ground left around the battle, whether trees, flowers, or large stones and soil, everything was lifted into the air, only to be crushed to dust by the terrifying force.

Three against one, Mao Yuheng’s side once again gained the upper hand, three attacks launched simultaneously; Zhou Heng could at most block two, leaving one attack to inevitably break through his defense and strike him.

Yet the Crimson Gold Bloodline was known for its strong defensive power, and in Zhou Heng’s very bones lay the formidable constitution formed by the Gold Devouring Clan’s abilities, surpassing the existence of Mountains and Rivers Realm magic artifacts!

Mao Yuheng was merely a powerful Mountains and Rivers Realm figure; no matter how monstrous, he couldn’t compare with the Spirit Sea Realm. So then, how could he harm Zhou Heng?

Bam bam bam!

Under countless attacks, only scratches appeared on the body of Crimson Gold, not causing any pain or discomfort!

Damn, isn’t this cheating?

Mao Yuheng’s eyes glowed red, so enraged he was nearly driven to madness. He had finally gained the upper hand, but the scene before him could almost lead him to despair!

"Triple Strike of the Flood Dragon!"

He roared again, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the third Flood Serpent burst forth from his body.

The momentum rose once more! (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)