Facing an Ancient God for a Year-Chapter 404: This Person’s Strength is Not Below Mine_1

Chapter 404 -404: This Person’s Strength is Not Below Mine_1

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Fu Qian’s opening ultimatum even made Huang Zhixun pause in astonishment.

Moments later, the man burst into an irrepressible laugh.

“Indeed, you’re an arrogant fellow,” he said.

“Unfortunately, Shangjing is not a place where you can do whatever you want.”

“That’s exactly what I was about to say to you,” Fu Qian replied, his expression unreadable.

“Even the Blood Lion cannot disrupt public order at will.”

Fu Qian clearly had no intention of being courteous to this obviously hostile visitor.

“I recall now, there were rumors before that the Blood Lion had close dealings with the Gulad Family.”

At this point, Wen Li leaned closer to Fu Qian and whispered in his ear.

No surprise there.

Fu Qian was not taken aback by the information Wen Li brought to him.

The fact that this man had appeared here, stopping the car with a precise slap, was almost certainly not unrelated to the three individuals from before.

It was probably no coincidence, having been under surveillance all along, he decided to step in directly after the others failed to succeed.

The crucial point was that Huang Zhixun’s identity was perfectly suited for the situation, whereas if a person from the Gulad Family had acted directly, some matters would actually be more difficult to address.

“Impressive that you could detect my intervention,” Huang Zhixun said.

Wen Li’s whisper, at such a close distance, naturally couldn’t escape Huang Zhixun’s notice.

His gaze swept over Wen Li’s face, and he made no attempt to hide his admiration.

“Given time, your potential is limitless,” he said.

Not really…

Wen Li sighed inwardly, but she had no interest in explaining herself to him.

At this moment, she realized what Fu Qian meant when he said not to damage the bookstore.

Those police officers were indeed just pawns.

“Rest assured, I won’t make things difficult for you, as long as you don’t insist on meddling,” Huang Zhixun said, first with a cold chuckle, then turning his gaze back to Fu Qian.

“You talk about disrupting public order, yet you sneak into a hospital, and immediately afterward, there’s trouble at the city hall. Care to explain?”

“Didn’t they tell you?” Fu Qian replied, feigning surprise.

“I made it very clear, I was inspecting the state of ideological and moral construction, and from what I see, it’s indeed not up to par.”

“Obstinate fool,” Huang Zhixun huffed, not surprised by Fu Qian’s reaction.

The next moment, a bright yellow aura enveloping him soared skyward.

“Then let’s capture you and take our time with the questions.”

He’s indeed much stronger than Old Master Huang! Fu Qian silently assessed as he faced the menacing Huang Zhixun.

The reputation of someone at the peak of the Fourth Phase is well-deserved. The same practice method, and yet his momentum is overwhelmingly more formidable, as dense as someone with constipation.

Speaking of which, this kind of familial practice method has always been a curiosity for Fu Qian.

In his understanding, this approach belongs to the same category as the Sword Dao.

The common trait of such methods of ascension is that they don’t inherently carry anything supernatural.

They merely refine the body and the mind in specific ways, gaining feedback from the practice method itself.

The advancement milestones are also smoother compared to his and Yuan Shan’s, with fewer chances of straying onto confusing paths.

The only requirement seems to be the practitioner’s aptitude, which basically means compatibility with the practice method, like the concept of a qualified individual within the Huang Family.

Overall, this undoubtedly leans closer to the traditional concept of cultivation.

Unfortunately, having witnessed various unfathomable forms of ascension along his journey, Fu Qian found it difficult to interpret them so simply anymore.

“Your friend, it looks like he has already given up on you!”

As the thought crossed his mind, Huang Zhixun’s momentum had built up to its peak, and he let out a mocking laugh.

At this moment, Wen Li, realizing that conflict was inevitable, had already obediently made way and stood to the side.

Of course, in Huang Zhixun’s eyes, her actions were naturally very sensible, prioritizing her safety.

And after mocking, he didn’t plan to give Fu Qian a chance to retort, but simply leaped high up, coming at him with a body cloaked in flowing light.

On this busy thoroughfare, Huang Zhixun’s figure was undoubtedly impressive.

Unfortunately for him, the directly charged Fu Qian remained completely unmoved.

Because at that very moment, he had confirmed Su Gao’s assessment of this Blood Lion.

Though both were at the peak of the Fourth Phase, compared to Li Weixuan, this one was lacking that little something.

At least from him, Fu Qian felt no indication of any further momentum.

How uninteresting!

Facing Huang Zhixun bearing down on him like Mt. Tai, Fu Qian simply fired an Air Bullet straight on.

And Fu Qian’s counterattack was something Huang Zhixun was clearly ready for.

Bright yellow energy flowed swiftly and concentrated in front of his chest, forming a thick mass that at a glance looked like a camel’s hump turned backwards.

Clearly, he was prepared to take the blow head-on and then directly take down Fu Qian.

A quick battle for a decisive victory was indeed an excellent choice when overpowering the opponent.

Unfortunately, by the time the forceful wind hit him, Huang Zhixun finally realized something was amiss.

His complexion greatly changed and he exerted all his strength to dodge.

Unfortunately, this style of descending from the heavens, as cool as it was, had as its greatest flaw a lack of flexibility.

In the end, he was unable to avoid it and took a solid hit.

In the dull sound that followed, it was as if fireworks had gone off in a manure pit, with yellow energy overflowing everywhere.

Fu Qian’s reaction was to cautiously adjust his position, fearing a stray shrimp might land on him.

“You… how is this possible!”

After landing, Huang Zhixun hadn’t even finished his exclamation when a thorny whip lashed toward him, making him swallow back the second half of his sentiment.

Huang Zhixun clearly didn’t want to dodge again, but the gleaming dark fire on the whip quickly dissuaded him from the idea of taking it head-on.

Even just the whip grazing past his body made him feel an indescribable discomfort.

This guy deliberately concealed his strength; his real power is likely no less than my own!

“Who exactly are you?”

After dodging the strike, Huang Zhixun’s scalp exploded and his thoughts whirled.

Could it be that this was a trap set long ago? Was someone targeting him specifically?

Unfortunately, reality didn’t give him more time to think. Just after dodging the whip, he faced two Air Bullets, one from above and one below.

A disparity in strength combined with a loss of the upper hand wasn’t so easily resolved.

In his increasingly frantic attempts to evade, Huang Zhixun became ever more alarmed.

No matter what, he hadn’t expected to face such a formidable opponent, nor could he find a chance to extricate himself.

Since when did such a monster appear in Shangjing!

And why was he targeting me?

Lost in his chaotic thoughts, what Huang Zhixun didn’t know was that Fu Qian had been holding back considerably.

If he’d gone all out, Huang would have been lying on the ground already.

After all, we’re just the audience this time; there’s no need to turn ourselves into the protagonist in the midst of this.

As he forced Huang Zhixun into a difficult state of defense, Fu Qian had already noticed that someone had begun to evacuate the surrounding crowd.

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They arrived quite fast!

And they’re handling it very rationally. It’s one thing for two Transcendents to fight in such a place—it’s exciting, but also quite dangerous.

“Both of you, please stop.”

And just as the onlookers were nearly all cleared out, finally someone rushed forward to call a halt.