Zither Emperor Chapter 480 Chapter 149 The Battle of the Two Divine Beasts

480: Chapter 149: The Battle of the Two Divine Beasts (Part 2)_1 480: Chapter 149: The Battle of the Two Divine Beasts (Part 2)_1 Among the mighty of the Four Major Races of Qin City, Ming Liao, being a rank Ten Divine Beast, possessed the least battle experience.

His natural aura alone was enough to serve as his shield.

Who among the Magical Beasts of the Northernmost Wilderness dared to attack after sensing his presence?

It was just like when Dis and Perkins first encountered Zi; despite being more powerful than Zi, they had no inclination to resist in the slightest.

Therefore, as a Divine Beast with limited bat experience, Ming Liao made a clever choice to imitate.

Boasting intelligence not inferior to Humans, he naturally chose the battle style that suited him best and was the easiest to replicate, which undoubtedly was the way Zi had fought earlier.

Thus, when Elder Wei Ming’s fists roared upward at an angle towards Ming Liao, who towered over Wei Ming, Ming Liao copied Zi, standing still as if foolishly letting Wei Ming’s fists land on him.

Elder Wei Ming had intended his punch to be a probing attack, but when his fist—packed with Seventh Rank Zi rank Douqi—landed on his opponent without even a hint of evading from Ming Liao, Wei Ming was instantly enraged.

The Chief Elder felt slighted; how dare his opponent underestimate him?

And with that, he threw two more levels of strength into his punch.

With a thud, Ming Liao’s body shook, the smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a pained expression.

He rubbed his abdomen and grimaced, saying, “That hurts a bit.”

Elder Wei Ming’s eyes bulged in disbelief as he watched Ming Liao.

When his fist struck Ming Liao, it felt as though he had hit not a person but an incredibly hard wall.

Even his Douqi-protected fist tingled with numbness.

And this wall was much harder than any rock—granite would shatter under his Douqi, yet this towering figure merely remarked that it was a bit painful.

Unable to believe this could be true, Elder Wei Ming silently reassured himself it had to be an illusion.

Even if an opponent was a Magical Beast, what kind could withstand his punch with mere flesh?

Not even the legendary Giant Divine Dragon could acplish that, but of course, he did not realize that this opponent’s defensive power was beyond even that of a Giant Divine Dragon.

In order to verify whether his last experience was indeed an illusion, Elder Wei Ming attacked once more.

This time it was no mere probe; he slid forward, showing agility that belied his age.

Even at such a short distance, he left an afterimage, with numerous punches trailing elegant arcs bombarding Ming Liao’s vital points.

ing from the same Chrysanthemum Clan, the moment Elder Wei Ming struck, it displayed his formidable strength.

His Douqi was more condensed than that of the Juzong sect leader Wei Lingfeng, and his fast-paced attack contained no empty moves whatsoever.

At least a hundred punches, devoid of any fanfare, pummeled Ming Liao’s body at various spots, mostly targeting his vitals.

A series of thuds sounded as violet energy enveloped Ming Liao, whose three-meter-tall human form staggered forward and backward, shaking with the force of the punches.

Regardless of how Ming Liao swayed, though, his feet seemed rooted to the ground, showing no intention of moving.

The thunderous sounds contorted his facial expressions into a bizarre mix—sometimes frowned, sometimes smiled, and most often, showed the sort of relief one feels after a good stretch.

Having thrown a hundred punches with all his strength, Elder Wei Ming reappeared ten meters away from Ming Liao, his face unchanged but his chest heaving slightly.

The massive expenditure of Douqi was taking its toll.

Despite the impact of the hundred punches, Wei Ming noticed that like his initial punch, no matter where he hit or whether it was a vulnerable spot, Ming Liao seemed as solid as rock.

Still, Wei Ming was confident in his fists; he believed that even if Ming Liao appeared unharmed on the surface, he must have suffered internal damage from the heavy blows.

Facing an opponent who only took hits and never counterattacked, he didn’t even see the need to draw his sword.

Victory was surely within reach.

Ming Liao, watching Wei Ming retreat, moved his head, causing a cringe-inducing crackling sound from his neck.

He breathed out a puff of violet air and uttered a phrase that nearly made Wei Ming cough up blood, “That feels good, it’s been a while since I’ve had such a good stretch.

Really fy!

Wanna keep going?”

“You…” Elder Wei Ming’s plexion truly changed this time; he realized his opponent was a masochist.

He couldn’t possibly be unharmed, could he?

No, that’s impossible; he must be forcing himself to stand.

To prove his point, Wei Ming stood there, staring at Ming Liao, waiting for him to show signs of injury.

But to his dismay, Ming Liao also stood there looking back, not showing the slightest hint of pain.

Actually, Ming Liao wasn’t intentionally trying to provoke Wei Ming.

In terms of defensive power, Mountain giants and War Behemoths were indeed the paragons among all Magical Beasts.

Not to mention Wei Ming’s Zi rank Offensive Power, even a true Sub-God rank Attack would struggle to inflict much damage here.

The ultra-strong defense also led to some issues—being incredibly insensitive to external stimuli, the punches from Wei Ming felt like a full-body massage to Ming Liao.

For the first time in his life, he experienced such a delightful sensation and inadvertently shared his feelings aloud.

Seeing that Elder Wei Ming seemed to have no intention of continuing the attack, Ming Liao remembered he was here to fight, not for a massage.

With a candid expression he said, “If you’re not going to hit me anymore, then I’ll hit you once.

Is that okay?”

Ming’s true form possessed only a single eye, but when he transformed into human shape, he naturally developed human eyes.

At this moment, a strange blue-violet halo suddenly appeared over his large eyes, followed by a scene that greatly startled Supreme Elder Wei Ming.

Ming’s eyes, flickering with blue-violet light, started to move on his face, converging toward the center.

What, what’s happening?

Soon, Ming’s pair of eyes had fused into one larger eye, even bigger than the previous two bined, staring at Wei Ming with a mysterious blue-violet halo.

Crack, a twisted blue-violet thunderbolt shot out from the single eye in an instant.

The speed of the thunder and lightning was simply too fast, and Wei Ming was somewhat stunned by the transformation occurring on Ming’s face, leaving him no chance to dodge.

He was struck squarely by the blue-violet thunder and lightning.

Supreme Elder Wei Ming did not disgrace himself, at least.

After being hit by Ming’s attack, he stood his ground just as Ming had after being hit by his punch, not moving an inch from his spot, although now the Elder had taken on a pletely different appearance.

The originally light yellow, simple robe had turned charred black, including the skin that was exposed, which also took on the same color.

The funniest part was his hair, which had been neatly bed in silver-white strands to the back of his head.

Now it stood on end like steel pins.

Powerful fighters from the Eastern Dragon Eight Sects watching the battle were dumbfounded by the scene, and Ye Li murmured to himself, “Could this be the legendary Super Saiyan?”

Ming turned his head towards Ye Yinzhu and grinned, “I won, he probably can’t move now.

He’ll recover in half an hour.

His Douqi is strong enough to protect himself from being truly hurt by my lightning.”

“I have not lost yet.” Wei Ming’s voice suddenly erupted.

Under Ming’s lightning assault, he truly was pletely paralyzed, but the Douqi of the Eastern Dragon Eight Sects was, after all, extraordinary.

With his own formidable strength, his appearance had greatly changed, yet essentially, he had not suffered much damage.

Now he was furiously channeling his internal Douqi, regaining some ability to move.

Ming frowned, “You’ve lost, there’s no need to continue.

Don’t you understand yet?” As he spoke, a white light of thunder and lightning flickered once again in his merged eye, albeit this time the light was white.

Wei Ming stood there dazedly, looking at the flickering light in Ming’s eye, aware of what it meant.

The same light had appeared when Elder Mei Qing had executed the Cold Plum Slice.

Ming showed no sign of charging up, casually emanating that terrifying color.

Wei Ming knew he had lost, and at that moment also understood that this opponent in front of him was probably the strongest among the Four Great Foreign Races of Qin City.

This seemingly simple-minded individual was truly a genius in disguise.

When Supreme Elder Wei Ming refused Ye Yinzhu’s offer to help him back to his own side and staggered towards the Eastern Dragon Eight Sects, the newly established Eastern Dragon Empire fell pletely silent.

Not just the powerful warriors of the Eight Sects, but even the disciples watching the battle revealed disappointment and a glint of something special in their eyes.

The Empire had just been established and hadn’t yet demonstrated its strength on the Continent.

They faced such a formidable challenge from the foreign races right here in Qin City, resulting in four losses out of six battles.

Such an oute was difficult for them to accept, and even Ye Yinzhu, acting as the referee, was somewhat surprised.

Of course, Ye Yinzhu also knew that achieving such a record was largely because the Four Great Foreign Races had sent all their strongest fighters.

The subsequent battles would not be so easy, with only Shan and Lei likely able to achieve a victory due to the special nature of their abilities.

Beyond that, Qin City had no one who could contend with the Sect Master-level experts of the Eastern Dragon Eight Sects.

But if they could reach a five-to-five tie, that was what Ye Yinzhu most hoped to see, as it would more easily resolve the tensions between the two sides.

Showing their strengths to each other would also make it easier to earn respect.

Proposing this ten-match showdown was indeed a painstaking effort on his part.

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