books44 Chapter 285 Fierce Battle (Part 1)
Chapter 285 Fierce Battle (Part 1)
Chapter 285 Fierce Battle (Part 1)
"Impossible! When did you get behind me?" Ling Feng asked incredulously.
"As long as you're fast enough, nothing is impossible." Bai Ke smiled, helped Elder Tian Xin up, and said calmly:
"You're quite the actor, using conversation as an opportunity to unleash your mind-controlling sonic powers."
"The spear in your hand is so extraordinary, a mid-grade Earth-rank offensive spiritual treasure... Most Void Returning stage cultivators don't even possess such a good spiritual treasure."
"And that jade wrench in your hand, isn't it filled with something filthy? I could smell the foul stench of that broken soul from a kilometer away."
"Although I don't know how you advanced from the Golden Core stage to the late-stage Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage in just a few dozen days, none of that matters."
"The important thing is, you're going to die today."
Bai Ke channeled a wisp of spiritual power imbued with the might of a dragon into Tian Xin's body, and she slowly regained her strength. The spiritual power that had been bound for unknown reasons surged and gathered together like a great river bursting its banks.
Bai Ke didn't care at all that Ling Feng had killed some other minor characters.
But Tian Xin is different. If she dies, not only will she have a hard time getting along with Xin'er, but she won't be able to get past Bai Yan either.
"Ling Feng, you're despicable!" Tian Xin, having recovered, felt a surge of rage. She immediately stood up and lashed out at Ling Feng with her soft whip.
The soft whip appeared weak and powerless before it was used, but the moment it was lashed out, it instantly became incredibly agile, twisting its body like a deadly venomous snake as it viciously bit at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng scoffed at Tian Xin's attack. He placed his spear in front of him, letting the soft whip wrap around it seven or eight times.
Tian Xin channeled her spiritual energy into the soft whip and pulled it back forcefully, trying to snatch Ling Feng's spear.
Unexpectedly, Ling Feng seemed to possess the strength of a million jin, and the spear remained completely still despite being pulled by the soft whip.
"Heh, come here!" Ling Feng sneered, grabbed the spear and pulled it back, sending Tian Xin flying like a meteor.
Tian Xin tried desperately to steady herself in the air, but the force of Ling Feng was too great, so she had to let go of the soft whip.
After somersaulting in the air and landing firmly, Tian Xin formed a hand seal with her left hand, and a black heron, formed from spiritual energy, materialized behind her. With a long cry, it spread its wings and swooped down towards Ling Feng.
Ling Feng merely tapped the heron eagle with his spear, causing it to instantly shatter into specks of spiritual light. He flashed past, leaving a trail of afterimages, his entire body enveloped in green spiritual light, gripping his spear as he hurtled towards Tian Xin in the air.
Before Tian Xin could react, the tip of the spear was already close to her nose.
This moment seemed to freeze time, with Ling Feng thrusting his gun straight into the air and Tian Xin in a panic, forming a frozen image.
"Am I going to die?" This thought flashed through Tian Xin's mind as she watched helplessly as the powerful sharpness of the spear tip pierced the skin on the tip of her nose, but her body couldn't keep up with her consciousness.
In Tian Xin's seemingly frozen world of consciousness, everything became slow motion.
In this bizarre scene in Tian Xin's eyes, she could clearly see a sinister figure on the ground, moving freely through this almost stagnant world at lightning speed!
That's... Bai Ke! Why can he move... no, he's incredibly fast! He's so fast!
In the blink of an eye, Bai Ke's fist, as powerful as a mountain, had already slammed into Ling Feng's face.
In Tian Xin's slow, fleeting consciousness, she could even see the wrinkles on Ling Feng's face from the blow, the incredulous expression on his face, and the drops of blood slowly splattering out...
With a loud "boom," Ling Feng was slammed into the ground by Bai Ke's punch, creating a huge crater.
The process may seem long in words, but in reality it was just a fleeting moment. Time finally returned to its original flow, and Bai Ke and Tian Xin stood side by side in the air.
Tian Xin was clearly still shaken, her body trembling uncontrollably.
For the first time, she realized how weak she truly was; her late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation was utterly a joke in the face of these monstrous talents' formidable combat power.
"Elder Tian," Bai Ke turned his head and said with a look of disgust, "could you please stay away from the battlefield? I really don't have time to spare to take care of your safety."
Bai Ke pointed to Ling Feng, who had climbed out of the deep pit in the ground, and said with a worried look:
"This guy is not someone an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator like you can handle. Can you please help me out and leave quickly?"
Upon hearing this, Tian Xin's face flushed red. She opened her mouth to refute, but when she realized that she hadn't really played a role, she had no choice but to obediently run to the outer edge of the battlefield.
While sending a distress message to the sect, he kept a close eye on the battle between Bai Ke and Ling Feng.
"Hahaha, that's exhilarating!" Although Ling Feng was in a sorry state, the light in his eyes remained dazzling. He pointed his spear at Bai Ke and said boldly:
"I knew you weren't that simple. In this match, only you are qualified to compete with me!"
"You talk a lot of nonsense. If you want to fight, then get your ass up here in the sky!"
Bai Ke responded to Ling Feng's typical protagonist-style boastful lines with disdain. He slowly took out the Nine-Star Jade Bamboo from his storage ring. Holding the bamboo in his right hand, he rhythmically patted his left palm, looking down at Ling Feng with a roguish air.
Ling Feng suddenly grinned, the thick blood in his mouth making him look terrifying.
"My Void Soul Divine Grass, it seems you've digested it almost completely, you're really full of confidence now."
Upon hearing this, Bai Ke pursed his lips and replied, "It's alright, I've always been very modest."
Ling Feng wasn't in a hurry to attack. He slowly rose to the same height as Bai Ke, and the two looked at each other from afar. Ling Feng slowly spoke:
"Heh, I suppose you're still in the Nascent Soul stage? What powerful methods do you possess that make you dare to fight me head-on?"
“I don’t have any powerful methods. Unlike you, with your late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation and strange and powerful techniques, you can easily kill a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with just a few thrusts from your spear.”
"Oh? Your incredible speed and physical strength that broke through my defenses don't seem as weak as you say."
Ling Feng's eyes widened in a frenzy, his finger pointing at the face distorted by Bai Ke's attack, and he said in a sinister tone:
"Dragon's might, the power of shattered laws, extreme yang energy, blood-devouring dark energy—so many interesting things are contained in this one punch."
My face is still throbbing... Tell me, how can I ever repay you?
"Ha ha ha ha……"