The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 297 - 202: Fists and Swords

Chapter 297: Chapter 202: Fists and Swords

Yang Yilong and Li Yi’s battle officially began at that moment, and no one intervened as they were sincerely unable to influence such a fight. Even Zhao Lingfu, who had reached the Spiritual Realm, found himself unable to intervene, let alone anyone else. Although Lin Yue wanted to help, she was stopped by Qin Qing, leaving her powerless and forced to watch the struggle between the two men unfold helplessly.

However, the strength Li Yi displayed at this moment exceeded everyone’s expectations.

A cultivator at the inspiration realm was actually pressuring Yang Yilong, who was of the Spiritual Realm. Such an occurrence, if known, would likely cause a sensation across the entire cultivation circle of Tianchang City.

Boom!

Suddenly, the clash of power emerged again. This exchange produced an aftermath that far surpassed previous ones; the terrifying energy and Fist Gang spilled over, causing the surrounding ground to appear as if bombed. The solid pavement cracked instantly, vicious cracks spreading like spider webs from the center where the two stood.

The gusts of wind were so sharp they stung the skin as if sliced by a knife.

This no longer resembled a clash between warriors of the Spiritual Realm; both men seemed to have crossed a certain threshold, broken a certain limit, transcending normal boundaries.

Shortly thereafter,

The brief skirmish between them determined a superior and an inferior.

A tall figure was sent flying backward in an instant, tumbling several times in mid-air before landing steadily on the ground. Still, the residual force was so great he skidded backwards uncontrollably, only stopping after retreating more than ten meters.

"Puh!"

Yang Yilong tasted sweetness in his mouth as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His arm was smeared with blood, his palm deformed, likely broken, marked with a clear Fist Mark.

This Fist Mark was like a slap to his face, burning with pain.

Despite his superior physical condition to Li Yi, it was he who had ended up injured.

"What?"

Faced with this outcome, Qin Qing was also stunned.

In their second exchange, Yang Yilong had actually been forced back again? And sustained injuries, bleeding.

"Yang Yilong, the boxing you know was taught by me. Do you think it’s possible for you to beat me in boxing?"

At that moment, Li Yi stood, his fists clenched, with Gang Qi raging around him, resembling an awakened tiger, soul-shaking in its ferocity.

"What fierce boxing."

Yang Yilong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "The boxing techniques and the cultivation methods in the Otherworld are integrated. That’s why your punches are so powerful. You’ve really turned the tables now, become a significant force. I should have listened to my uncle Yang Ye’s advice and found a chance to get rid of you back then. Now you’ve become a great threat."

At this moment, he felt some regret and also understood his uncle Yang Ye’s approach.

Do nothing or go all out.

He was indeed told by the wanderer Wei Bin, he hadn’t been ruthless enough.

But it wasn’t too late to correct this mistake now.

"Although my expertise in boxing isn’t as deep as yours, what I know isn’t limited to boxing alone. In a fight to the death, I won’t hold back. You’d better be careful not to die too quickly."

Yang Yilong slowly stood up, his unharmed right arm starting to glow as energy gathered around it.

"Li Yi, don’t let him have a chance to condense his sword..." Lin Yue tensed upon seeing this and immediately shouted.

However, before she could finish her sentence, Li Yi had already vanished from his spot; he certainly wasn’t going to give Yang Yilong a chance to adjust.

The wind roared backward, the large figure pressed forward, eyes glowing with killing intent, crimson Fist Gang exploded with another killing technique executed in an instant.

Yang Yilong’s expression changed slightly, sensing danger through his Spiritual Perception and hastily retreating.

Li Yi’s punches were too fierce.

Moreover, one punch followed another, relentlessly capitalizing on any advantage, leaving no chance for his opponent to breathe. Battling such a person, even with equal strength, being suppressed by his momentum could still leave one breathless.

At this moment, he chose not to counter attack but to rely on his advantage in the Spiritual Realm to detect dangers earlier and evade them.

The air exploded, Fist Gang scattered everywhere.

This punch failed to hit its mark.

Having dodged this strike, Yang Yilong now stood firm, and at the same time, a treasure sword formed from his own energy appeared in everyone’s view on his arm. This sword, brilliant and sharp, seemed to tear through the air effortlessly, leaving sword marks in its wake. If one were struck by such a sword, not only would a cultivator be split in two, but even an Extraordinary Creature as well.

With this indestructible treasure sword, Yang Yilong could dominate the cultivation circle in Tianchang City, with no one daring to underestimate him.

"Li Yi is definitely going to lose now, Yang Yilong has drawn his sword," Qin Qing slightly relaxed, then regained her previous confidence.

Once Yang Yilong drew his sword, he would have a complete advantage.

Unless Li Yi could exhaust Yang Yilong to the limit of his Guiding Skill, causing the treasure sword to vanish, but that was unlikely. From what she observed in their exchanges, even though Li Yi unleashed great power, he had not overwhelmed Yang Yilong sufficiently to decide life or death with those two punches.

However, upon hearing Qin Qing make this statement, Lin Yue flared up, "Qin Qing, you should take care of yourself first."

Unable to bear it any longer, she also threw a punch, heading straight for Qin Qing.

Qin Qing sensed the attack ahead of time with her Spiritual Sense, her expression changing as she quickly dodged, "Lin Yue, you..."

"You what? Are we that familiar? Now that it has come to this, let’s decide who’s stronger. Once I defeat you, I will help Li Yi. Otherwise, being held back by you and helplessly watching Li Yi fight alone, I simply can’t do that," Lin Yue couldn’t stand Qin Qing’s behavior any longer and made her decision.

Thus, Lin Yue did not hesitate to strike.

Qin Qing’s expression changed subtly, understanding Lin Yue’s urgency, but she wouldn’t just let Lin Yue go and help Li Yi, because joining forces might indeed cause an unexpected outcome.

"I’m sorry, Lin Yue."

Qin Qing took a deep breath, her blue vertical pupils locked on Lin Yue, then she moved at great speed to meet the attack.

These two Spiritual Perception Masters also clashed together, and under the collision of fists and feet, there were bursts of Fist Power echoing.

Yang Yilong glanced in the direction of the two, knowing Qin Qing and Lin Yue wouldn’t be able to determine a victor anytime soon; the outcome of this fight depended on his performance.

"Haha..."

However, at this moment, Li Yi suddenly burst into loud laughter, his laugh filled with a hint of disdain and also the thrill of clearing away shadows.

"What are you laughing at?" Yang Yilong also narrowed his pupils, stepping forward. The treasure sword in his hand left trails of Sword Radiance in the mid-air, the mere presence of which was a prelude to danger.

"I laugh at how you’re merely that, too afraid to catch even the third punch. You’re even more cowardly than I imagined."

Li Yi burst into laughter.

Yang Yilong’s mental state was too weak, far inferior to the Martial Artists from the Four Seas and Eight Continents. Those Martial Artists, knowing they were no match, still dared to desperately take on their opponent’s punches, especially his master Zhao Ge, who would never retreat an inch even when outmatched by his foes.

For retreating would mean losing momentum.

His journey across the Four Seas and Eight Continents taught him deeply about the spirit of those Martial Artists.

Although sometimes those Martial Artists were foolish enough to go head-to-head with snipers, their courage was commendable.

At this moment, Yang Yilong’s face darkened. He thought he was just exploiting his strengths and avoiding weaknesses, yet to Li Yi, he was a coward, afraid of death?

"Think I’m afraid of you? Fine, let’s see how many strikes of my sword you can take."

By the end of his words, he let out an angry roar, instantly surging forward like a rampaging Extraordinary Creature, and striking with his energy-concentrated treasure sword, intending to slay Li Yi in one blow, leaving no room for breathing.

At this moment, Li Yi’s intuition was screaming warnings furiously.

Yet he was not afraid, even more prepared to cope. He used his Guiding Skill, condensing Fist Power with the energy within his body once more. At this moment, Qi-Blood and internal energy complemented each other, forming a stream of blood light a few inches off the body, winding around his arm, extraordinary and ethereal.

"Come."

Li Yi suddenly shouted, unleashing another punch that collided with the deadly long sword.

The sharp treasure sword seemed to strike a heavy shield this time. The previously invincible blade that cut everything in two didn’t occur. Instead, it halted on Li Yi’s fist, unable to advance further through his skin.

The clash of energies, the friction of Qi Blood Fist Gang.

A series of harsh sounds emitted, but none of these could drown out the astonished voice of Yang Yilong.

"What a joke, how is this possible?"

Li Yi had actually blocked his sword. That same sword that could sever Extraordinary Creatures was now thwarted.

"Nothing’s impossible, your sword is just that," Li Yi roared, though he felt his fist stinging painfully. Yang Yilong’s sword was penetrating deeper into his flesh, as if wanting to sever his entire arm.

If his punch lost momentum, then it would be his end.

He couldn’t afford a deadlock.

While his momentum was still there, he quickly retracted his punch, blasting another with his Guiding Skill, accompanied by a burst of Fist Gang, forcing his opponent into a fierce battle with him.

Facing the second punch.

Yang Yilong didn’t dare to take it lightly. His pupils suddenly constricted, hurriedly retracting his arm, swinging his treasure sword down again.

Hum!

Fist Gang collided with the treasure sword, spattering streams of energy and Gang Qi.

But despite the sword’s ferocity, it instantly tore through Li Yi’s energy Gang Qi. If not for the Fist Power bursting out from his body blocking the depth of the sword, he would have been forced to retreat right away.

But since he could block it, Li Yi, the Martial Artist, wouldn’t retreat.

Swinging his fist again, unleashing his Shaking Mountain Fist technique, energy, Fist Gang, and Fist Power all exploded forth.

"Kill!"

Li Yi bellowed, the temperament of a Martial Artist erupting, his Qi-Blood, ignited and bursting forth with each peak-strength punch, bombarding Yang Yilong.

Sensing the formidable power of Li Yi’s Fist Power, Yang Yilong’s instincts in the Spiritual Realm told him that if he took a punch, the consequences would be dire, possibly fatal or causing severe injury.

To block such punches, Yang Yilong was forced into Li Yi’s pacing; he swung his sword, aiming to hit the opponent’s fist, forcing Li Yi to retract his punches, not daring to persist unless he wished to lose his arm.

It could be said, at this moment, Li Yi was dancing on the edge of a knife, a slight error could mean his arm being severed.

However, the reality was different. His arms remained intact, continuously swinging punches.

Yang Yilong’s vertical pupils turned bloodshot, his hair flying about, his hands wielding the condensed treasure sword slashing countlessly.

Sometimes Yang Yilong considered risking severe injury to decapitate Li Yi with one strike, but each time he was repelled by a punch, retreating the Sword Radiance; sometimes Li Yi thrust a punch with a killing move aiming to severely injure Yang Yilong, but was forced back by Yang Yilong’s sword.

The two engaged in close combat, frenzied to the extreme, each enduring the other, looking for an opportunity, refusing to step back even half a step.

Not that they didn’t want to step back, but it had become impossible to do so.

Whoever retreated first would undoubtedly lose.

Li Yi’s punches shadowed him, exploding like thunder one after another, Yang Yilong similarly kept swinging his sword, the sword trails tearing the surrounding air to shreds.

The buildings around them were even unluckier, simply the overflowing energy and Gang Qi easily tore through the reinforced concrete.

This moment did not seem like two Cultivators fighting, but rather two Extraordinary Creatures engaged in a battle to the death.