Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint-Chapter 79 - 75: Head-on Clash

The look in Qu Yaohui’s eyes turned completely icy, all intention of probing gone.

His figure blurred as he lunged forward again, his aura changing abruptly.

He was like an erupting volcano, ferocious and violent!

His palms glowed red-hot like branding irons, his bones and sinews thrumming like muffled thunder. He struck out in a continuous barrage, his palms carrying the force to crush anything in their path.

The wind from his palms howled, producing a deep roar like a landslide or a tsunami!

Pine-Breaking Mountain Hand! Thunderous Sound of Ten Thousand Valleys!

Before his palms even arrived, the violent air pressure was already suffocating Chen Qing.

This was a pure assault of Power, as if it would shatter not just Chen Qing but the very arena beneath his feet!

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Qing’s eyes. His footwork instantly became erratic, like a spiritual ape leaping across a chasm. He dodged and weaved within a hair’s breadth of space, narrowly avoiding the twin palm strikes powerful enough to shatter stone.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Qu Yaohui’s Palm Power missed, striking the arena’s green bricks hard and sending shattered stone flying! It left behind a series of shocking, deep Palm Seal pits.

As Chen Qing dodged, his Long Arm Fist shifted from soft to hard. His arms became like steel whips and iron chains, finding openings to penetrate. Cunning, ruthless, and fierce, he jabbed, poked, brushed, and swept, specifically targeting Qu Yaohui’s joints, acupoints, and the circulation nodes of his qi and blood.

His Power was as condensed as a needle, granting it immense Penetration Power, and his speed was like a bolt of lightning.

Every strike forced Qu Yaohui onto the defensive or to alter his technique, preventing him from unleashing his ferocious Palm Power to its fullest extent.

For a moment, figures blurred across the arena, stirring up fierce gusts of wind.

The incomparably ferocious Mountain-Breaking Palm Power clashed and intertwined with the agile and cunning shadows of the Long Arm Fist.

The sounds of impacts, of Strong Qi tearing through the air, and of constantly shattering bricks filled everyone’s ears!

"Brother Chen doesn’t seem to be at a disadvantage!"

Seeing that Chen Qing was not at a disadvantage, a glimmer of hope appeared in the hearts of the Zhou Institute’s disciples.

Chen Qing’s twin fists crashed down like a clap of thunder, carrying the momentum to sunder mountains. It was none other than the Long Arm Fist’s killing move: Spiritual Ape Offers Longevity.

Before the Fist Edge even arrived, the violent air pressure made Qu Yaohui’s breath catch, and the green bricks beneath his feet began to crack inch by inch.

"So fierce!"

Alarm bells screamed in Qu Yaohui’s mind, but the momentary flicker of fear was instantly crushed by his years of bloody combat experience.

The muscles on his arms coiled like old vines. Instead of retreating, he advanced, boldly meeting the attack with a cross-arm block, intending to use softness to overcome hardness and lock down Chen Qing’s earth-shattering fists!

However, Chen Qing’s change in technique was even faster!

In the instant before their arms and fists collided, he suddenly twisted at the waist and hips. His spine whipped like a great dragon’s tail, and his body strangely rotated half a foot to the side.

His fists, which carried the momentum of a thunderbolt, impossibly changed direction. One went high, one low. He changed his fists to pecking strikes, his five fingers held together like an iron awl. The Spiral Dark Force concentrated at his fingertips tore through the air with a piercing shriek.

The upper strike pecked toward Qu Yaohui’s Tiantu acupoint on his throat, while the lower one aimed for the Shanzhong acupoint on his chest!

This was the cunning, ruthless, and fierce chain of killing moves from the Long Arm Fist: Thunderous Window Strike followed by White Ape Throat-Cutter.

The speed of the change and the brilliance of the transition were as if he had practiced it thousands of times, displaying the very essence of Long Arm Fist—its Long-Range Attack and its Cold, Crispy, and Quick nature—to perfection.

Qu Yaohui’s pupils shrank. His cross-arm block missed, the power in his own fists already spent.

He had never expected that amidst such a ferocious Fist Momentum, Chen Qing could still execute such a subtle and vicious change-up.

In his haste, he could only forcibly channel his qi, circulating his Transmutation Force around his body. His arms coiled like venomous pythons to protect his vitals as he retreated explosively.

PCHT! PCHT!

The two soft sounds were nearly simultaneous!

The fingertips of Chen Qing’s upper strike grazed the left arm Qu Yaohui used to guard his throat, drawing a spray of blood and a scrap of torn fabric. A cold Dark Force penetrated the limb, making it go sore and numb.

As for the lower strike aimed at his chest, although Qu Yaohui’s right palm had barely managed to parry it by half an inch, the needle-like Spiral Force still stabbed viciously into the Yunmen Acupoint on his right pectoral, near the shoulder.

"Hnngh!"

Qu Yaohui let out a muffled groan, his face instantly paling. He felt a cunning, sharp Power, like a red-hot steel needle, boring into his body and wreaking havoc on his muscles and meridians. The flow of qi and blood on the right side of his body abruptly stagnated.

Forcibly suppressing the churning in his qi and blood, he retreated seven consecutive steps. Each step left an inch-deep footprint in the arena’s hard bluestone before he finally stabilized himself, his right arm already trembling slightly.

The entire arena fell deathly silent!

In an exchange that lasted but a flash, Chen Qing, a new master of the Transmutation Force realm, had actually forced the Songfeng Martial Arts Hall’s long-famous Qu Yaohui to retreat, even wounding him in the process.

If not for Qu Yaohui’s vast experience and swift reactions, that chain of pecking strikes would have been enough to severely injure him!

"Hiss... This Chen Qing..."

"What a cunning change-up! What vicious Finger Power!"

"Brother Qu actually lost the exchange?!"

Cries of alarm rose from below the stage, and the faces of the Songfeng Martial Arts Hall disciples turned ashen.

Shi Wenshan’s expression was grim; he said nothing.

Qu Yaohui took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the intense pain in his right chest and the turmoil within his qi and blood.

A rapid series of pops, like soybeans crackling in a hot pan, erupted from the bones throughout his body. His qi and blood began to boil like a furnace, and his previously restrained, steady aura instantly turned violent.

Mountain-Breaking Hand! Furious Waves!

Qu Yaohui moved. This time, he was a full measure faster than before.

His figure left several afterimages as he moved. His palms glowed red-hot like branding irons, his bones and sinews rumbling like muffled thunder!

The wind from his palms was no longer silent, instead carrying a deep, tsunami-like roar.

His left palm chopped straight down like a giant, unrelenting mountain-cleaving axe, descending upon Chen Qing’s head.

His right palm swept up diagonally, cunning as a viper striking from its hole, concealing a soft, sinister Bone-Penetrating Force aimed straight for the fatal Zhangmen acupoint on Chen Qing’s waist.

This chain of two palm strikes—one hard, one soft; one overt, one covert—sealed off all of Chen Qing’s escape routes. He had brought the true essence of the Mountain-Breaking Hand—combining hardness and softness to break defenses and penetrate the body—to its absolute peak.

This was a true life-or-death killing move, one Qu Yaohui had never used in a spar.

Zhou Liang shot to his feet.

’Not good!’

Both Zhou Yu and Sun Shun’s faces paled, their hearts leaping into their throats.

The Transmutation Force masters present all watched with wide eyes.

If this move landed, Chen Qing would likely be crippled!

A fierce wind assaulted his face, the pressure as heavy as a mountain.

A sharp light flashed in Chen Qing’s eyes. Instead of retreating, he sank into his stance, his spine instantly tightening like a bowstring.

He took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen caving inward as if a giant toad were inhaling. The Fishing Toad Force within him began to circulate madly, his organs resonating with a low, humming "OMMM!"

Faced with this unavoidable killing blow, he actually chose to meet it head-on.

Long Arm Fist! Mountain-Breaking Technique!

Chen Qing thrust both fists forward. This was not a cunning finger-peck, but a return to the purest, most ferocious Fist Force.

Concentrated on the edge of his fists was the perfect ferocity of Transmutation Force and the immense visceral power granted by his Fishing Toad Force.

His fists tore through the air, faintly generating the sound of wind and thunder. Though he had struck second, his attack would land first as he fearlessly smashed them toward Qu Yaohui’s descending palms!

BANG!

The instant they collided, it was like two great boulders smashing into each other.

The bluestone arena beneath their feet could no longer withstand the irresistible force. With a loud "KRA-KOOM!", spiderweb-like cracks shot out from where they stood, spreading for dozens of feet as shattered stone sprayed out like rain.

Chen Qing’s whole body shook violently, his qi and blood churning like a stormy sea, but he immediately activated his Fishing Toad Force.

The moment his organs pulsed, he dissipated the majority of the impact’s Power.

But Qu Yaohui was in even worse shape! He felt as if his palms had struck a pair of red-hot pillars made of Fine Steel.

The Power contained in Chen Qing’s fists far exceeded his expectations. The Fist Force not only shattered his Palm Power, but a strange Vibrating Power also surged up his arms, shaking them until they felt sore and numb, on the verge of splitting apart. It even felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The immense recoil sent them both sliding backward!

Qu Yaohui retreated four and a half steps, his face shifting from white to red, then to a sickly green. It was obvious he had suffered serious internal injuries.

He stared deathly still at Chen Qing, his eyes filled with incredulous horror.

It was the perfect moment: Qu Yaohui’s old power was spent and new power had yet to be generated, his movements sluggish from the shock to his organs.

A cold light glinted in Chen Qing’s eyes.

Forcibly suppressing his churning qi and blood, he shot forward like an arrow from a bow, counter-attacking with a speed that surpassed his retreat.

He used the momentum from his turn to whip his right arm out like a steel lash. Holding his fingers together like a sword, he concentrated an all-penetrating, utterly sinister Inch Force at his fingertips!

Long Arm Fist! Reverse Arm Whip Hand!

His own qi and blood were in turmoil, but Chen Qing landed a strike squarely on his opponent’s chest.

He held none of his Power back, and with the sound of cracking bone, his opponent’s chest caved inward.

KRA-CRACK!

Qu Yaohui’s body flew like a kite with a snapped string, soaring thirty or forty feet before falling off the arena, unconscious. It was unknown if he was alive or dead.

Silence.

The entire venue was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

The masters from the various factions all stared wide-eyed, their hearts shaken to the core.

The reversal had been too sudden, too fast for them to even process.

One moment, Chen Qing was cornered by Qu Yaohui, his life hanging by a thread. The next, Qu Yaohui himself had been sent flying off the stage, his condition unknown.

"First Brother!"

"First Brother!"

After a long moment, the disciples of the Songfeng Martial Arts Hall finally snapped back to their senses and rushed toward Qu Yaohui.

"Yaohui!"

Shi Wenshan’s face was ashen as he rushed forward to check on his beloved disciple’s injuries.

One look and his expression turned even uglier. His eyes instantly reddened as he roared:

"Quick! Go to Qingnang Hall and get Doctor Sima!"

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