Chapter 561: Chapter 328: Eerie Style, Slaying the Third Realm, Like an Immortal or a God, All Beauties’ Attention (Part 2)

Zheng Decun suddenly flew into a rage, blocking arrows with one hand while seizing and swinging a chain with the other. The iron chain clanged as it spun, transmitting Palm Force through it. Though the strategy was clever, it was no match for Li Xian’s exceptional Archery skills. Holding the chain with one hand, Zheng Decun found it difficult to dodge the flying arrows. Each arrow Li Xian shot forced Zheng Decun into a tight spot.

Retreating wasn’t an option, nor was advancing. Every move he made was preemptively detected, and he found it unbearable that mere Archery could force him into such a sorry plight. The elders watching Zheng Decun’s awkward situation felt a sense of satisfaction. However, one Bao Hanheng suddenly uttered an "ah," her joyous expression quickly turning to worry.

It turned out that Li Xian’s arrow quiver was nearly empty. Utilizing the advantageous high ground, Li Xian had displayed his full potential. Without arrows, his weakness would soon become apparent, leaving him in great danger. Although she wanted to warn him, she feared the enemy might overhear first.

Gradually, the elders began to realize the situation, their hearts in suspense. As Li Xian shot his last arrow, the disciples also sensed the changing tide, a few women gasped, their joy dissipating into fear. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Zheng Decun finally found his chance, quickly advancing and striking towards Li Xian’s chest with both palms. Li Xian calmly thought, "This person’s hand-to-hand combat is weak; he has already exhausted his Qi Power with my arrows, diminishing his resolve. This is the perfect time to bait the enemy in." His toe hooked on an iron ring, and he swiftly evaded upwards.

The elders sighed deeply, "It’s dangerous, truly dangerous!" They all felt Li Xian had reached the limit of his skill, fearing for his life in this scenario. Regret filled their hearts: "Such a young talent, destined to die here. Heaven takes pity; how can villains dominate, endangering the world for millennia? This brilliant youth faces such a dire fate."

Suddenly, a woman cried out, her voice tinged with delight. Just when Zheng Decun managed to close in, supposedly sealing the outcome, Li Xian no longer retreated. In an unexpected move, he pulled out a spear from his sleeve, the Ghost Python Spear sprang forth, catching Zheng Decun completely off guard.

The elders were astounded, pondering whether this young man was not only skilled in Archery but also had a gift for Spears. Zhao Chunxia’s mood stirred; she knew Li Xian excelled in Spear Technique. This initial revelation of his expertise left the onlookers astounded.

Li Xian’s aura changed dramatically, "Even if you’re a Third Realm Martial Artist, do I fear you?" In duels where martial artists vie for life and death, hesitation is the greatest enemy. Though cautious and vigilant, the spear must strike straight like a dragon.

The continuous spear thrusts, cold iron brushing past snowflakes, the Spear Technique whipped up icy winds, "Broken Crows and Defeated Moons," "Broken Demons Toying with Water"... many spear moves evolved to their extreme form. The Spear Momentum was fierce, the spear rhythm cunning.

It flowed like a river, a dance of poetry and painting.

Zheng Decun, though Third Realm, lacked such Martial Arts Mastery in his lifetime; his spear skills seemed almost at their Peak, combined with a ferocity likened to raging river waves, suddenly caught him off guard.

Cold sweat dripped from Zheng Decun’s forehead; the more he fought, the more unnerved he became, inwardly cursing, "Where did this kid emerge from? His Archery is formidable, but who knew his Spear Technique was equally strong! If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have recklessly engaged in close combat, losing the initiative." He further realized that every spear move contained tremendous force, difficult to counter.

Given the current scenario, reclaiming the initiative was exceedingly difficult.

He ducked to dodge a spear thrust, just about to counterattack. Suddenly, a pain shot across his face, his chest felt as if struck by a heavy palm. Though Li Xian hadn’t physically touched him, the heavy blow was real. As the enemy’s spear lunged at him again, he finally twisted his body to evade.

Yet he felt something coil around his waist, as he spun, he was again pulled back while the Ghost Python Spear pierced faceward. Unable to avoid, he could only catch the spear barehanded. Astonished, he realized Li Xian’s spear moves were endless, every evasive move, counter move, retreat... met with invisible resistance, entangled, circled, clapped, or shook... causing him great distress.

Completely unclear about the situation, despite his confusion, the female elders could deduce some insights, their brows furrowed, eyes wide with amazement, murmuring, "Pure Gang Qi Clothing!?"

Indeed, Li Xian adeptly utilized the Pure Gang Qi Clothing, its invisible layers winding and unwinding, stretching and swaying, covering and enveloping, vibrating... enabling him to maintain a layer’s separation between them in close combat. Li Xian’s ingenious use of this clothing, paired with his Spear Technique, consistently yielded astonishing results.

Occasionally, thrusting the spear forward, the Pure Gang Qi Clothing coiled around its shaft. Zheng Decun, without any weapon and engaged on the iron chains, could hardly dodge, having to resort to grasping the spear with both hands. However, the moment he seized the spear shaft, Li Xian pulled back the Qi Clothing while simultaneously thrusting the spear forward. Thus, forward and backward momentum conspired to make Zheng Decun slip, then being pierced by the spear.

Zheng Decun, now bloodstained from several spear wounds, was infuriated. Several times he attempted to suppress the spear moves and force Li Xian to land but failed each time. Laughable was his underestimation of the world’s heroes, highlighting his narrow vision and shallow temperament. Habitually bolstered by his strength, he had yet to encounter a true hero.

Li Xian’s Spear Technique was exceedingly precise, augmented by the Pure Gang Qi Clothing, giving him a commanding advantage on the chains. With each bout, he grew bolder, thinking, "My Broken Demon Spear has never faced a true adversary. This Zheng Decun, shallow of mind and narrow of vision, is just right to hone my spear technique."

On the chains, the silver spear danced swiftly, ghostly aura abounded. It seemed as if a hundred ghosts emerged to dance wildly, two mischievous ghosts frolicking, ghostly hands covering eyes playfully. Specters wept in mournful despair, their cries echoing in the ears, unsettling the spirit. Li Xian intently gathered momentum, the spear moved like a dragon, like a ghost, like a phantom. Zheng Decun, despite having cultivation and Martial Arts evolution, found it hard to display his skills, losing the initiative utterly, making a fool of himself, bewildered, unsure how to defend!

The women watched with admiration. Mu Hongchou thought, "This is a true hero, unrivaled by Zhou Shijie or others, a strategist and martial master, equally proficient in Spears and Archery. Second Realm cultivation... facing a Third Realm formidable foe he handles with ease, dominating the field, entirely unscathed!"

After a brief engagement, Zheng Decun roared angrily, bravely withstanding a piercing spear strike to his heart, striking his palms violently towards his chest. It was a do-or-die move, and Li Xian could barely dodge. As the palms were about to land, Li Xian transformed into a stream of light, slipping a yard away, avoiding the palm strike, landing lightly, and swiping the blood off his spear. The Ghost Python Spear gleamed with silver light, having tasted Third Realm blood adding to its sinister force. Zheng Decun’s eyes dimmed, clinging to the chains, holding on for a moment longer before his strength waned, his body plummeting with a "thud" onto the ground.