Chapter 1254: Chapter 1245: Superficial Skills
No ti to think much, Chang Wei didn’t imdiately summon back his puppet for defense, because he knew it was futile. The wooden puppet couldn’t stop Qing Hong’s charge. The only way was to retreat, using his speed advantage to distance himself from Qing Hong, and then use the two puppets to exhaust him.
Thinking of this, Chang Wei imdiately employed his movent technique. Although the Chang Family’s Cultivation Technique is renowned for Corpse Control, it also records breathing techniques and movent techniques necessary for cultivators. Chang Wei, having mastered the Chang Family’s movent technique, was still only scratching the surface in the world of movent techniques.
“Trying to run?” Seeing Chang Wei trying to retreat, Qing Hong got angry, increasing his own speed to the maximum, pursuing in the direction Chang Wei was retreating.
Even so, Chang Wei’s speed was still a notch faster, and the distance between them noticeably widened.
“Barbaric Charge!” Seeing Chang Wei getting farther away, and knowing continued pursuit would only futilely exhaust his own strength, Qing Hong, in desperation, used his move. His head lifted, and after a brief charge, he explosively surged to Chang Wei’s front.
In a rush, Chang Wei could only recall the two puppets to his front, hoping by chance to dodge Qing Hong’s attack. He only saw a cyan-brown figure flying at him rapidly; there was no ti to dodge, so he could only rely on luck.
Before Chang Wei could react, the cyan-brown figure was already upon him, and he felt a violent impact, grunting as he was knocked back.
How could two wooden puppets possibly withstand Qing Hong’s charge? Although Chang Wei was quick on his feet and summoned them back at the critical mont, much of the move’s power was offset. Otherwise, if taken directly, Chang Wei would’ve probably had several ribs broken.
Even so, Chang Wei was knocked senseless, struggling to his feet, gauging his condition, “Not too bad, the injury isn’t too deep, should manage for a while.” But looking at his puppets, things weren’t so hopeful. “Fan Tian” took the brunt, split in two, while “Fu Di” behind only lost an arm.
“Such strong impact, I wonder how long Chang Wei can hold on. Xiao Yifei, you need to hurry.” Zhang Po also saw the situation on stage, feeling worried inside.
“Fan Tian” was no longer usable; despite Chang Wei’s exquisite puppet control skills, he couldn’t handle such a ruined puppet. He had to take “Fu Di” into battle reluctantly.
But Qing Hong seed unfazed, stopping after one charge, looking at Chang Wei, “Can you still go on? If not, step down now. Consider this my thanks for sparing my sister. If you keep lounging on stage, I won’t be polite.”
Chang Wei sneered, initially wanting to fight Qing Hong to buy ti, but his words ignited Chang Wei’s competitive spirit. He pursed his lips and thought, “Who are you looking down on? Not treating like a person? Looks like I’ll have to use that move.”
Seeing Chang Wei showing no sign of retreating, Qing Hong said no more, leaning his body forward, letting out a clear howl. His body started transforming, resembling his previous encounter. Cyan-brown hair covered his body, horns sprouted on his head, and his eyes bulged like bronze bells while his nose grew flatter and blacker.
“Again with this move, this ti it’s a bull,” Chang Wei whispered helplessly.
Learning from last ti, Chang Wei dared not wait for the full transformation. Flicking his fingers, he directed the one-ard “Fu Di” to attack Qing Hong.
“It’s useless. Let expedite this match and finish you brothers off.” Qing Hong’s voice turned deeper after transformation, truly resembling a talking bull.
In an instant, Chang Wei’s puppet reached Qing Hong, yet the latter showed no fear, using his palm-leaf-like hands to smack toward “Fu Di.”
If soone closely observed Chang Wei at this point, they would notice he had his eyes tightly shut, all senses sealed, focus solely on the threads in his hands.
Qing Hong’s hand was about to smash “Fu Di’s” head, but at the last mont, Chang Wei’s middle finger hooked sharply, causing the puppet’s head to tilt at an odd angle, making Qing Hong’s attack miss.
“What a superb technique!” Three pairs of eyes from the audience couldn’t help but marvel.
Realizing his miss, Qing Hong quickly adjusted to launch a second attack on the puppet. But as he was about to smash into it, he discovered, like Qing Yu before, his lower body was tightly bound.
It turned out, when abandoning “Fan Tian,” its threads beca available, all transferred to ‘Fu Di.’ This seemingly suicidal attack led by ‘Fu Di’ was, under Chang Wei’s precise control, a trap to nearly entangle Qing Hong.
Qing Hong, a seasoned fighter, comprehended Chang Wei’s series of actions. Furious at being toyed with, he exclaid, “Petty tricks!”
No sooner had he spoken, Qing Hong’s body swelled, trying to break free from Chang Wei’s threads.
With full power unleashed, the threads on Qing Hong started to loosen. Even as Chang Wei poured all his strength into resisting, there was a sign of breaking.
“I said, these petty tricks can’t trap your bull grandpa!” Transford, Qing Hong’s temper flared like a beast, eting his passion for wrestling head-on, boosting his fighting spirit.
Bam! A loud sound echoed as the threads snapped under Qing Hong’s power, backlashing onto Chang Wei, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.
This ti, Qing Hong wouldn’t give Chang Wei another chance, lowering his head, locking those horns onto Chang Wei in the corner.
“Die for !” Qing Hong roared.
“Barbaric Charge!” Red glead from the horns, Qing Hong charged at Chang Wei in a near berserk state.
This strike left Chang Wei no room for escape, death was imminent!
However, a cold smile appeared at Chang Wei’s lips as he mouthed two words, “Fool.”
No sooner had he spoken, Qing Hong’s charge halted, eyes glued to his feet in disbelief.
Under his feet spread a net of threads, stretching to Chang Wei’s position, each strand sharp as a blade, even slicing large gashes across Qing Hong’s coarse feet, blood pooling on the ground.
“When did you do this?” Qing Hong couldn’t believe, staring at Chang Wei in shock, realizing the setup didn’t happen in a re few monts. All the while, he’d been watching Chang Wei, never noticing his web weaving.
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