RNP Chapter 388 - 239: Sitting on the Golden Throne, Unrivaled
Chapter 388 - 239: Sitting on the Golden Throne, Unrivaled
"It’s just a spar, but the scene is so grand..."
He Jingfeng waved his hand to interrupt the complaint:
"No matter. Brother Zirong, usually at the Hundred Rings Square, is on par with the Du Ping Sect, a well-known Third-Practice Expert in the martial world,
His skills are learned from Chen Xing, while Brother Bai’s master is Ninghai Zen.
This match, seemingly a spar between two people, is actually a master-disciple rivalry!
Such a spectacle, even if we dismantle the Nine Palaces Platform, is worth the price of admission!"
Housekeeper Gui’s eyes lit up upon hearing, Xu Zirong taught by Chen Xing, Bai Qilang taught by Ninghai Zen.
When the two make a move, it indeed equates to a master-disciple duel.
"At the moment, Xu Zirong has the upper hand..."
He watched as the swift figure flashed by, almost like Seven Stars in a Row, at the speed of lightning, carrying a tremendous force, throwing a punch towards Bai Qi’s face.
Even using maximum eyesight, Housekeeper Gui only caught a glimpse of a shadow moving in curve, unable to capture a clear trajectory.
This top-notch body technique can be described as godly and unpredictable!
Swish!
Xu Zirong’s energy surged through his whole body, like tidal waves swiftly rushing, his feet stepping on seven stars, instantly spanning several meters!
The rolling airflow seemed to be dragged by him, pressing towards the tall figure that had not yet put up a defense.
"Master truly turned decay into magic! The Seven-Star Step of the Grand Ancestor Long Fist has evolved into the magnificent power of Stepping on the Stars and Treading the Dipper!"
In just an instant, Bai Qi felt that fierce punch force, like hundreds of steel awls piercing simultaneously, covering every critical point of his body!
He held his breath and focused, his spine like a great dragon quivered and rose, as though ascending to the sky, with a surge of vast and unmatched Qi and blood, his muscles were raised, like an iron board, exceptionally hard, fearless of the tearing winds of power.
"Trying to take my punch head-on? How arrogant!"
Xu Zirong was slightly surprised, suddenly feeling that Bai Qi was too overconfident.
Even a physique with ten times blood exchange couldn’t withstand the most ferocious "cannonball" of the Grand Ancestor Long Fist!
His thoughts flickered but he didn’t pull back his force, as the martial rule is to test depth with hands, and hit without holding back.
Because there are countless ways to deceive on the platform, if one’s heart is not hard, eventually one will fall into a trap.
So, Xu Zirong didn’t care whether Bai Qi was arrogant or something else.
That ten-tenth cannonball slammed down fiercely!
"Brother Zirong’s fight is skillful."
Bai Qi secretly praised, concentrating his condensed five senses sharply, he first stabilized his breath, waiting for the punch to almost touch his flesh, at the instant of contact, his legs, stationed evenly, suddenly stomped and stamped!
Boom!
It was like a thunderclap striking the flat ground!
The ground paved with long stone slabs was instantly shattered, several thick cracks suddenly burst open, squeezing out a sky full of dust.
With one step out, Bai Qi’s spine great dragon completely broke free from its shackles, with hot and burning Qi and blood steaming, the cannonball that was supposed to smash into the heart was unexpectedly bounced back!
"How is this possible..."
Xu Zirong couldn’t believe it, his punch, even against Divine Armor, would leave deep marks.
Not to mention Bai Qi, who had not transcended the flesh!
"Not the heart, but the shoulders... the force was intercepted and then largely dissipated!"
Xu Zirong’s gaze flashed upon realizing, Bai Qi stepped forward, his body slightly lowered two inches, using his shoulders high with muscles to intercept his cannonball.
Crack!
Bai Qi’s two legs, like iron rods piling, heavily struck through the floor, the violent power roaring into the flesh shell, causing the skeleton to tremble with sound.
An ordinary Second-Training Martial Artist, no matter how cleverly they dissipate force, would be struck to the point of vomiting blood, with organs dislocated.
But Bai Qi’s spine great dragon governed muscles, bones, and skin membrane, his whole body unified, enduring Xu Zirong’s Grand Ancestor Long Fist.
"It’s rude not to reciprocate..."
The slight advantage Xu Zirong had gained with Seven-Star Step connected to the cannonball had been evened out by Bai Qi, the upper hand he held completely vanished.
His temples throbbed, a massive sense of foreboding rising in his heart!
"Retreat!"
Seven-Star Step was once again executed, footsteps slipping back, about to escape the combat circle instantly.
But Xu Zirong’s expression was grave, as Bai Qi followed closely like a shadow, he retreating a step, the man advancing a step.
Like chasing the wind and catching the moon!
Thud, thud, thud——
Bai Qi remained calm, with every step he took, his momentum increased a bit, like a giant spirit with glaring eyes, intimidating the soul!
Until the seventh thundering sound echoed, he was like a copper wall and iron bastion standing in front of Xu Zirong.
The overwhelming pressure surged in from all sides, suffocating to the point of being hard to breathe!
"Must counter with force to thwart Brother Bai’s momentum..."
Xu Zirong knew that in a battle with a strong opponent, the greatest fear is the waxing and waning, the more this happens, the harder it is to win.
So he paused, like a stabilizing force driven into the ground, leaving a neck-deep footprint!
The thick qi and blood within his body converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, surging into his legs instantly, counteracting the roaring tremor brought by Bai Qi’s forward stride.
This was the most formidable move of the Grand Ancestor Long Fist, known as "Sitting on the Golden Throne"!
The Jinluan Hall has been a place where only the Emperor could sit since ancient times.
Unless the world is in turmoil and smoke rises everywhere, who could possibly overturn it?
Xu Zirong was determined to sit steadily on the golden throne, suppressing Bai Qi, the fierce dragon intent on overturning the heavens and the earth!
"What a move!"
Bai Qi’s posture, initially tall, suddenly stretched again, his spine like a dragon ascending, mobilizing the robust power of his sinews and skin!
The fierce momentum accumulated by stepping seven steps in succession seemed to break through a certain restraint!
Roar!
The silent dragon roar resonated once more within him!
Bai Qi pushed forward with a single palm, as if grasping a grand seal that covered the sky, pressing down with extreme simplicity and heaviness!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! —
A hurricane swept through the entire backyard, as if a giant whale was drinking from the rivers and seas, making He Jingfeng, who retreated again and again, feel unstable and stumble, almost falling.
"What kind of power is this?"
The Seventh Young Master of the He Family widened his eyes.
"Is this the Dragon Elephant Power that captures the sun and moon and roars down the stars?"
Bai Qi felt incredibly comfortable as his insights and the power of qi and blood fused seamlessly, as if a divine dragon was swimming freely through the seas and clouds, with a sense of carefree pleasure.
Mysteriously, the large hand pressed down, appearing in Xu Zirong’s eyes as if the sky were collapsing.
The posture he struck to sit on the golden throne couldn’t suppress this palm at all.
Like a monarch at the end of the dynasty trapped in the imperial city, watching the world fall into chaos and smoke rise everywhere, yet utterly powerless.
Besides waiting for death, there’s no other way!
"Can’t win, can’t win! Fortunately, I didn’t listen to my father’s words and rush off to Divine Capital!
Meeting one or two monstrous prodigies is already suffocating; if everyone around were like you, I’d want to buy a piece of tofu and smash it with my head!"
Seeing the situation, Xu Zirong surrendered promptly and decisively.
"I concede, Brother Zirong."
Bai Qi exercised control with ease, the mighty palm print he unleashed pressing down, accompanied by a thunderous roar, shaking the entire Nine Palaces Platform.
"Let’s spar more when we have time."
Xu Zirong eyed the ground where five deep finger marks had been struck:
"Brother Bai, spare me, my small frame can’t take your pounding! Starting true skill practice at Second-Training, what absurd perception is this? Even if you were thrown into Divine Capital, you’d be a prodigy!"
Bai Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth, took a long breath, the ink pattern stirring in his spirit, the progress of the "Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants Prison-Suppression Skill" finally ticked forward slightly.
True skill is not like other techniques, no matter how hard you practice daily, it can’t move a bit.
Only this kind of hearty sparring and competition can make a slight progress.
"Brother Zirong, dare I ask, among your peers in Yihai Prefecture, who’s the best fighter?"
Bai Qi couldn’t help but rub his hands, the qi blood and power within him surging like a dragon, always suppressed, inevitably feeling stifled.
If he didn’t find a few solid, durable strongmen to vent a bit, when he returned to Black River County, he wouldn’t have such a good opportunity.
"Of course, it’s you, Bai Qilang! Who else, otherwise?
The one two rounds ago who could fight, Little Peng King Du Ping Sect, died by your hand, and his grave has been erected;
The one round ago who could fight, was nearly slapped to death by you just now!
Brother Bai, you’ve become invincible among your peers, dominating Yihai!"
Xu Zirong seemed to have a toothache, his mouth corner constantly twitching with cold air.
"Is this... invincible?"
Bai Qi felt a bit of regret, involuntarily thinking of his master Ninghai Zen.
The latter fought through the martial world back in the day, discovering that there was no strong contender left on stage.
Guessing it was this kind of mood?
"Lonely as snow! Heaven, grant me a good punching bag that can take a hundred hits!"
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From afar on the pavilion, watching Bai Qilang overturn Xu Zirong with a gesture that didn’t seem like a Second-Training Martial Artist, Chunyu Cultivator’s eyes showed a hint of peculiar color.
He asked for pen and ink, paper and inkstone to be brought, and wrote:
"Remarkable perception, already comprehending the True Skill Root Diagram at Second-Training... Based on this alone, it’s not enough to impress Senior Brother Mo, keep observing."
Discarding the small wolf-hair brush, Chunyu Cultivator recalled Bai Qi breaking the Sitting on the Golden Throne palm strike, an irrelevant image of a declaration ten years ago in blue clothes appeared in his mind:
"I’m a pupil of Tongwen Hall, among my peers, there’s never been an invincible opponent!
Let your master come, I’ll meet him head-on!"