This blow was delivered with Chen Xiaobei’s full strength, its speed like a streak of light! But as the saying goes, the idea was great, but reality bites.
After all, Chen Xiaobei was two full Realms below Li Maochun. Even though Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens was a Heaven Rank Martial Technique, it wasn’t sothing he could land so easily.
Sure enough, Li Maochun bellowed, "Good kid! I never expected you to know this Martial Technique too. But it’s useless. With the Storm Gloves, I’m invincible!"
"Break for !"
BOOM—
The next second, Li Maochun slamd his fist into the ground. Accompanied by a cloud of dust, a tornado imdiately ford in the space around him.
Not good! Chen Xiaobei thought, hurriedly retracting his attack in mid-air. With a quick turn, he landed far outside the tornado’s reach.
He was only able to escape because he possessed the Seven Star Tian Gang Step, a Cultivation Technique of unknown grade. If it had been anyone else, that last attack would have left them either dead or severely injured.
Even so, Chen Xiaobei was not in good shape. His entire body was wracked with searing pain from the impact of the dust cloud, and even the tough Splitting Yin Claw he wore had cracked slightly.
"Hahaha, our Eldest Senior Brother is mighty! He rocks!"
"Second Brother, you’re amazing! Cripple him for !"
"Mao Chun, rember not to kill him! Mao Wen is still counting on Chen Xiaobei to save his life."
The crowd couldn’t have been more thrilled, their faces flushed with excitent.
"Chen Xiaobei! You really are full of surprises." The gleam in Li Maochun’s eyes intensified. "That Martial Technique you used in mid-air... that must be a Heaven Rank Martial Technique too, right? To think one person could possess two Heaven Rank Martial Techniques... I’m finding you more and more interesting! It’s just a pity your Realm is too low. If you were at my level, I would have been the one defeated today."
"Cut the crap!" Chen Xiaobei shook his aching shoulder. "Since those Storm Gloves are a Spiritual Artifact, they must have a limited number of uses. Without them, you’re nothing but trash."
"I’ve still got plenty of fight left in ! Co at if you’ve got the guts!"
Although his strength was inferior, Chen Xiaobei was not afraid in the slightest. Instead, his eyes blazed with an intense will to fight. The main reason was that the Storm Gloves were just too tempting. He was broke as hell and was determined to get his hands on them no matter what.
"Chen Xiaobei, you certainly have guts. It’s a pity we’re enemies. Otherwise, I would have liked to share a drink and discuss the great heroes with you today," Li Maochun said fiercely, clenching his fists.
"These Storm Gloves can be used three more tis. But from my perspective, you’ll be defeated in two more hits!"
"In that case, take this!"
"HYAH—"
BANG!
Li Maochun launched himself off the ground with one foot, his body shooting forward like a cannonball.
Damn this cursed Spiritual Artifact! Chen Xiaobei cursed inwardly.
He executed the Seven Star Tian Gang Step, just barely dodging the tornado’s attack range. Even so, the depletion of his True Qi had slowed his movents considerably. He felt a sharp, tearing pain in his back as the tornado lifted his entire body into the air.
BANG!
With a dull thud, he crashed hard against the wall.
"Ugh—"
A churning pain surged in his chest, and Chen Xiaobei imdiately spat out a mouthful of bloody pus.
"Hahaha, exhilarating! That’s so damn exhilarating!" Li Maowen began to applaud when he saw this. "Chen Xiaobei, how does it feel? Does it hurt? This is what you get for crossing !"
Chen Xiaobei ignored him, an orange glow emanating from his left eye. He hadn’t taken that hit for nothing. He had completely copied the thod for activating the Mountain Shaking Fist. At the sa ti, he realized the Storm Gloves weren’t invincible after all! Empowered by his glowing orange eye, the tornado’s vortex seed less dense, allowing him to easily spot the eye of the storm at its center!
If he could break through that point within a thousandth of a second, Chen Xiaobei knew he could take down Li Maochun!
Xi Yao, I really owe you for this! A wave of gratitude washed over him.
He imdiately took the initiative and shouted, "Idiot, take my Mountain Shaking Fist!"
"What?"
Li Maochun thought he had misheard. After all, the Mountain Shaking Fist was a Unique Martial Art of the Iron Fist Sect. How could Chen Xiaobei possibly know it?
But then—WHOOSH!
A powerful wave of True Qi surged toward Li Maochun’s face. Although the blast of True Qi that Chen Xiaobei unleashed didn’t look as powerful as Li Maochun’s, the form of the attack was identical.
Holy crap!
In an instant, every disciple of the Iron Fist Sect was dumbfounded.
Li Maochun didn’t dare to be careless, but he still didn’t think Chen Xiaobei was that impressive. After all, one’s Realm was the ultimate factor. With the Storm Gloves to aid him, Chen Xiaobei wouldn’t be able to dance around for much longer. But just as he was about to counter, he suddenly saw Chen Xiaobei’s Flying Immortals Beyond the Heavens coming at him again.
"Hahaha, trying to distract with the Mountain Shaking Fist? Dream on!" he roared. "Before the Storm Gloves, all your efforts are futile!"
"Break for !"
BOOM—
The next second, Li Maochun once again punched the ground.
Now is my chance!
Chen Xiaobei, who had activated his Nine Nether Eyes, had been waiting for this very opportunity. With the power of his glowing orange eye, the center of the vortex was laid bare before him. Instantly, his fingers curved into claws as he plunged one hand directly into the center of the vortex.
"Deadly Castrating Claw!"
SWISH—
How is this possible? Li Maochun was instantly stunned. In his worldview, the Storm Gloves were invincible! Chen Xiaobei should have been blown away, right?
But he had no ti to think. Seeing Chen Xiaobei’s hand lunging for his crotch, he reflexively moved to smash his opponent’s wrist.
This was the exact opening Chen Xiaobei was waiting for. Executing the Seven Star Tian Gang Step, he swished behind Li Maochun in an instant.
"Dragon Claw Chest-Ripper!"
The next second, Chen Xiaobei’s hand shot forward from behind and latched onto Li Maochun’s chest.
SQUISH!
"AHHHHHHH!"
Amidst a horrifying shriek, ten fingers dug deep into Li Maochun’s chest.
"No, don’t... don’t kill !" Li Maochun spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, letting out a desperate cry.
"Not kill you? So I can keep you around for the New Year? Just die!"
"HRAAAGH—"
Chen Xiaobei gritted his teeth and ripped his hands apart with all his might!
SQUELCH!
Blood sprayed everywhere as Li Maochun’s body was torn in two. The splattering blood dyed the nearby walls and ground red. Chen Xiaobei himself looked like a man bathed in blood, his eyes savage.
"My grandson!" From a distance, Li Xinghe saw this and tumbled out of his wheelchair.
The disciples of the Iron Fist Sect were all scared stiff. An expert at the Earth Rank First Grade, ard with a Spiritual Artifact, had just been torn in half by soone at the Mysterious Rank Eighth Grade. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one in the world would have believed it.
"Senior Brother... How did Senior Brother die? This is outrageous!"
"Is he a man or a demon? How can he be so powerful!"
"Stop wasting your breath! Run! Only Master can possibly defeat him now!"
For a mont, the scene descended into chaos.
Li Xinghe’s eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Chen Xiaobei and shouted, "Don’t you dare run! Mao Chun was your Eldest Senior Brother, the Ancestor’s favorite disciple! He’s dead now, and if you don’t avenge him, the Ancestor will definitely kill all of you!
"Attack him together! Kill him! He’s a spent force!
"Believe , whoever kills him, I’ll give them a hundred million!"
This is bad! Chen Xiaobei’s heart sank upon hearing this.
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