nucmednet Chapter 70 Natural Disaster Destroys Buildings, Divine Power Shocks the World
Chapter 70 Natural Disaster Destroys Buildings, Divine Power Shocks the World
Being besieged by multiple adversaries is never an easy situation to resolve. As the saying goes, even a strong tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves, let alone several martial artists of considerable skill among them.
But Lin Zhuo no longer took them seriously. At least tonight, on this ten-zhang-high platform of the Anzhou Martial Arts Arena, he had no need to fear any opponent. It should be his opponents who feared him.
A powerful figure with an undisputed victory, an opponent deemed invincible even before the fight began. Before the challengers now stood not only Lin Zhuo's pure ego, but also the dazzling aura and overwhelming presence emanating from him. These were the challengers' own self-deprecations, which Lin Zhuo could exploit to suppress their spirit and fighting will.
In fact, if Lin Zhuo called on the remaining opponents to attack together, the odds of winning would be higher than if he had used a gauntlet attack. He didn't care about those mediocre people who weren't on the list, so no matter how many came, they were not worth mentioning. However, the few experts who were capable of posing a threat were forced to abandon their dignity and participate in the siege because they were suppressed by him, and they had already become cowardly.
Under what circumstances can people in the martial arts world bully the weak without any scruples?
They are either shameless outlaws or long-standing martial arts groups, such as the Seven Heroes of Tiannan or the Five Ghosts of Luochuan. No matter how many people they face, they always stand together.
Or, in a critical situation where righteousness comes first, such as when the Western Great Demonic Cult launched a massive invasion in the past, the Supreme Dharma King "Demon-Subduing Red Venerable" was so skilled that no one could defeat him. This forced the then-leader of the martial arts alliance, "Eternal Blade Sect," to join forces with the leaders of twelve sects to raise the banner of protecting the territory and the people, and to surround and kill the Demonic Cult leader on the summit of Tu Hong Mountain.
Now, these patrons of the brothel are throwing away their dignity to participate in the siege in order to compete for the title of courtesan. How can they not feel ashamed and embarrassed?
At first, they only surrounded the enemy without attacking, until Lin Zhuo knocked several weaker people away with a single palm strike and challenged them to a fight again, which finally aroused their shared hatred and hatred.
"Since things have come to this, even if it's an unfair victory, we must win this match. Otherwise, how can we face the world after this?!"
"That's exactly right! Young Hero Su, you've always been resourceful and wise. Please give us your orders on how to defeat this madman!"
"Thank you for your kindness, I will certainly do my best."
Su Qiwei had previously talked a lot with Ding Shiyuan, who was on the stretcher, about Lin Zhuo's martial arts skills, his fighting spirit, and his temperament.
Ding Shiyuan's words still echoed in my ears, "His palm technique is the most exquisite martial art I have ever seen. It is like a formidable pass, which can be attacked or defended at will, and is guarded by elite soldiers and generals. It is as difficult as ascending to heaven to conquer it. Fortunately, the general in charge of this pass is stubborn and arrogant, and ruthless. You should take advantage of the pass's vulnerability to launch a major attack, and you may be able to achieve merit. I have tried it, but I was defeated miserably. Be very careful not to let your feet leave the ground, lest you lose your chance to turn the tide."
Su Qiwei kept this advice in mind and began to deploy troops. The soldiers were ordinary martial artists who were not on the list, while the generals were the rising stars who were on the list.
At a command, the soldiers swarmed forward, stepping into the range of the palm strikes, only to be immediately trapped by the dragons.
They wielded weapons and used their fists and feet to clash with the incoming energy blasts, but they soon discovered that these blasts were almost sentient, causing their attacks to veer off course towards their companions. A chaotic clattering sound filled the air, and the next moment, these martial artists cried out in pain, each bearing wounds, some bleeding profusely, others bruised and swollen, cursing and blaming each other.
Su Qiwei's eyes lit up, and he secretly praised it. It truly lived up to the word "exquisite". There are some skills in the martial arts world that use the opponent's strength against them, but they can only be used in one-on-one battles. He had never seen such a grand and majestic style that could turn the tide and reverse the world.
The next moment, taking advantage of the stalemate in the attack, Lin Xue Shou suddenly gathered his true energy and transformed it into a soft yet powerful palm strike that was pushed out flatly. It instantly blew away the four people in front of him and smashed them into Gu Chunxuan, who was playing the zither in the corner of the arena.
"Brother Gu, don't panic!" Su Qiwei, together with the other experts, barely managed to break through the palm strike and rescue the four people.
It was fortunate that this was not a life-or-death struggle, otherwise, this palm strike would have been so fierce and powerful that it would have been easy to kill people, and it would have been extremely difficult for them to resist.
Gu Chunxuan said loudly, "Brother Lin, do you find my 'Qing Ping Yue' too awful and unbearable to listen to? Don't be so angry. The moon is bright tonight. Let's all calm down and listen to my song. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"He was probably suppressed by Brother Gu's music, and worried that his true energy was too weak, so he hurriedly tried to get rid of you."
"Ah, it's a pity that with all of you brothers protecting him, Brother Lin will not be able to get his wish. It's better to stop fighting here to avoid hurting our relationship."
Gu Chunxuan was known as a charming gentleman among women. He frequented brothels year-round and had consumed countless cosmetics, yet he possessed no trace of femininity. Instead, he was handsome, dashing, and elegant.
Many people have never seen him in action and only think of him as a playboy, but the evaluation on the Hidden Dragon List is: "His heart on the zither plays melodies that attract fairies, and his swordsmanship cuts through ice and washes away spring willows." This man expresses his feelings through the zither, and his feelings are as profound as his swordsmanship. His skills are so proficient that they are no less than any master.
Listening to any of his tunes, one can spontaneously feel the joy for life and beautiful scenery, and the admiration for all things gorgeous and wonderful. Gu Chunxuan seems to be such a gentle and extraordinary man.
But everyone who has seen his swordsmanship knows how ruthless and merciless he is.
The more one marvels at the splendor of spring, the more one feels its fleeting nature. A young man lingering among the flowers never has a single petal cling to him, for all the sweet words are merely flowers that bloomed during the brief spring when the two embrace. When spring turns to autumn, they will remain strangers to each other.
It is precisely because of his ruthless nature that he can play the most moving and decadent tunes in the world today, which have an irresistible attraction for any listener, like a sea of epiphyllum flowers blooming in an instant, captivating and unforgettable.
Su Qiwei knew that the palm technique Lin Zhuo was promoting required a strong and unyielding will to control. If his mind became confused, he would suffer a backlash of true energy, which would severely injure himself.
The key to this victory lies in whether or not Gu Chunxuan can be protected.
What price can be paid for this?
Su Qiwei was willing to risk his life to stop Lin Zhuo.
The Flowing Feather Iron Fan is a weapon not commonly used in the martial arts world. The most famous one is the Baiyang Academy of Liuwei Mountain, where disciples practice fan skills. The essence of this weapon lies in the word "change." The fan can both block attacks and conceal offensive intentions when it opens and closes.
Flowing like clouds and flowing water, yet concealing deadly intent; ever-changing and unpredictable, yet focused on a single goal. Before taking any action, think thrice: consider the changes, the dangers, the retreat; always anticipate the consequences. Su Qiwei had considered this many times, and the rational conclusion was always to avoid direct confrontation. A small championship banquet—he'd concede it; as long as he didn't act, his reputation would be preserved.
But he still stood there, shamelessly directing everyone to attack Lin Zhuo, making himself feel ashamed of the academy.
Su Qiwei was incredibly curious. This astonishing palm technique, which overwhelmed his peers, was something he couldn't bear to miss. Tonight was probably the best opportunity.
Therefore, he did not want to retreat and did not consider the potential dangers.
Su Qiwei has now seen and felt it.
The intricate changes of the Fallen Dragon make any fan technique pale in comparison, and the rigidity and sluggishness of this palm technique can make all martial artists laugh their heads off.
The most terrifying aspect of this martial art is its restrained nature; it's like a sword hanging over everyone's heads, making each person anxious. But once the sword falls and beheads an unfortunate soul, the rest can breathe a sigh of relief.
Su Qiwei discovered that Lin Zhuo was just that stubborn, arrogant, and headstrong. Perhaps in order to conserve his energy, he would always quickly unleash his palm strikes instead of hiding.
So, taking advantage of the moment when Lin Zhuo struck again, Su Qiwei, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed to his side and sharply pointed out the iron fan.
This attack had been planned for a long time, seizing every opportunity created by his companions. Su Qiwei stared into Lin Zhuo's eyes, asking, "You're at your wit's end, aren't you going to change your tactics? Knowing the opening is obvious, are you still going to use this palm strike?"
The iron fan pierced the air, penetrating deep into the ground. Its concentrated true energy was enough to easily pierce through the core of a tree, let alone the fragile flesh and blood of a human body, leaving a hole in it instantly.
With a slight sway of the fan ribs, dozens of hidden variations were revealed, covering major acupoints on Lin Zhuo's head, face, chest, and abdomen. No matter how Lin Zhuo responded, he could hardly deflect this seemingly simple and ordinary stab.
The protective aura of the Jade Belt Entangling Mountain Technique was easily broken through. Just as the weapons were about to hit him, what was worse was that attacks came from the left, right and behind.
"Defeat me!" The martial artists who challenged him were so excited that their veins bulged.
How can he hide? Unless he can fly or teleport.
Lin Zhuo's figure suddenly disappeared.
"Where did they go?!" The weapons that were attacking the group clattered together, sparks flying everywhere.
Su Qiwei secretly praised his opponent's quick thinking. Looking down, he saw that amidst the clash of swords and spears, Lin Zhuo's tall figure had curled up in a corner, as if he had disappeared.
The next instant, Lin Zhuo's legs, which had been gathering strength, suddenly sprang up, and he raised his hand to disperse the menacing weapons above his head, his whole body soaring upwards.
"He's trying to run! Chase him!"
Remembering Ding Shiyuan's instructions, Su Qiwei blurted out, "Both feet must remain on the ground!"
But then he suddenly realized what Lin Zhuo was about to do and hurriedly shouted, "No, no! Stop him!"
In that brief moment of hesitation, Lin Zhuo had already flown to an even higher altitude.
His figure was almost swallowed up by the full moon in the sky, but the aura around him was as magnificent as dark clouds covering the sky.
The people of Anzhou City pointed and exclaimed as they saw a dark, merciless star rise, casting a shadow in the icy moon, and then, head down and feet up, they stretched out their palms and pressed them towards the martial arts arena.
Boom! Crack! A tremendous force, like ten thousand peaks crashing to the ground, caused the arena and the sky to wail in agony, unable to bear the weight. Amidst the thunder, the tall buildings trembled like tree crowns shaking in a typhoon, and dust and billowing smoke rose from the cracks in the layers of the wooden structure.
Before the people on the stage had fallen, they felt a terrifying fear, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.
Some things are beyond our control, like the will of Heaven as Ding Shiyuan spoke of. Su Qiwei's resourcefulness was useless in the face of such power. The music and sword energy of Huajian Miaoke were nothing more than a fragile spring day. Gu Chunxuan could only smile bitterly and shake his head. In the face of an opponent as powerful as a natural disaster, he hugged the zither tightly, trying to protect it like a mother.
Lin Zhuo's palm power continued to grow. His body was pushed upwards and then fell straight down, unleashing a torrential downpour of pressure on the wooden building. He had transformed into a colossal hammer, as if wielded by a god, striking again and again, causing the ten-zhang-high building to gradually sink and collapse. He treated the martial artists who challenged him on the platform like beans, smashing them until they bent their knees and lay prone.
The ninth strike was followed by the howling of a fierce wind that filled the night sky over Anzhou City.
The tenth palm strike, with the power of the ninth layer of Hidden Dragon Force, stirred up the billowing dust and smoke, transforming it into a gray dragon that plummeted down and engulfed the high platform.
When the dust settled, none of the opponents remained standing; all were unconscious. Lin Zhuo's figure fell from the moon and floated back onto the stage. It was this slight weight that caused the Anzhou Martial Arts Arena, which had stood for fifteen years, to finally succumb to the pressure, crackling and groaning as it began to collapse violently.