Stranger Danger

“If you want the Earthly Sovereign Bell, you’ll have to take it yourself.”

Ye Qing took one step forward and disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Zhao Changming and throwing out a punch.

“Hahaha... you’re a real one alright!”

Laughing, Zhao Changming threw out his own punch. Their fists clashed.

THUMP!

The impact of their fists sounded like the strike of the morning gong, loud and invigorating. The next moment, force washed out like a tidal wave, knocking out houses, walls, and even more people.

The seventy-two Snow Dragon Guards were the only ones who barely managed to resist the shockwave. It was because their energies were joined into one, and their Snow Dragon Colts were adding their own strength into the resistance.

Even so, they were flung into the air only after a moment, blood spilling out of their lips.

“Get back!” Zhao Changming shouted angrily at them.

“You dare be distracted while fighting against me?”

Their fists firmly connected with one another, Ye Qing and Zhao Changming had been fighting a war for dominance right until the moment Zhao Changming had ordered his men to retreat. Without hesitation, Ye Qing tilted his fist slightly, opened his palm, and wrapped Zhao Changming’s fist force in a gentle layer of force.

All mountains and rivers eventually ended up in the sea. The soft and gentle was greater than the hard and strong. Zhao Changming immediately felt like his fist force was pouring futilely into a lake, its soft and gentle quality preventing it from eliciting a good reaction.

Before Zhao Changming could react, Ye Qing pulled him toward him. At the same time, he bent his elbow and threw it toward Zhao Changming’s chest.

A thick, vast force abruptly rose from Zhao Changming’s body, turning his skin dark green in color and metallic like bronze. At the same time, his presence turned lofty and unshakeable, and five divine peaks capable of suppressing mountains and rivers appeared above his head.

“Divine Peaks Suppress The Mountains and Rivers”

At the same time, Ye Qing gathered all of his force and the fist intent of the Three Origin Hammers into his shoulder and elbow.

If Zhao Changming was an unscalable and impenetrable mountain, then Ye Qing was an axe that could split open the mountain and the sky via brute force.

Zhao Changming’s bluish aura was instantly shattered by the shoulder strike. Then, Ye Qing’s left elbow swung straight toward Zhao Changming’s exposed and unprotected chest.

However, right before Ye Qing’s elbow would make contact with Zhao Changming’s chest, Zhao Changming’s left arm suddenly spun around like a snake and blocked in front of the attack from an unthinkable angle.

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A dull thud of impact followed, and Zhao Changming’s upper torso arched backward. His feet did not budge an inch, however. His hand was also grabbing Ye Qing’s elbow in a vice grip.

Despite the successful block, Zhao Changming wasn’t completely unharmed. The palm he used to block Ye Qing’s elbow was slowly splitting open to reveal bronze-like flesh.

Always kick the dog when it is down. Ye Qing was about to launch a follow-up strike when suddenly, an unstoppable force burst out of Zhao Changming’s left palm. At the same time, his left arm spun and twisted like a divine dragon that was rotating its body. A terrifying amount of strength flowed down his shoulder all the way to his hand, and the next thing Ye Qing knew, he was staggering uncontrollably away from Zhao Changming.

“Divine Dragon Throw”

While Ye Qing was stumbling backward, Zhao Changming let out an extended battle cry and strode toward Ye Qing. At the same time, a sheen of bluish light wrapped around his right arm and turned it bronze.

Zhao Changming pressed his fingers together and performed a straight thrust. From a distance, it looked like he was wielding a spear.

“A fist emerges like a spear, straight and steady.” Hence, the technique was named the “Spear Fist”.

“Spear Fist” was no godlike martial art or legendary technique. In fact, it was one of the most basic fist techniques that was taught in a battalion. It was a fist that sought to mimic a spear’s straight thrust and piercing power. Nearly every man and woman who joined the army for the first time were required to practice the Spear Fist because it was the easiest technique of it all and took the shortest amount of time to grasp.

Of course, Spear Fist’s potency was as limited as it was basic. And yet, this basic technique seemed more powerful than any godlike martial art or legendary technique in the hands of Zhao Changming.

A hole appeared in the air as Zhao Changming’s sharp, unstoppable fist intent pierced through it. At the same time, sharp, vicious killing intent spread across the sky, invincible and unstoppable.

If god stood in his way, he would kill god. If Buddha stood in his way, he would kill Buddha as well. It was a fist that sought to annihilate anything and everything.

Even worse, Ye Qing couldn’t dodge it. Not only had the fist intent locked onto him the second it was unleashed, it reached his chest while he was just preparing to retaliate.

The fist easily pierced through the thick, dense Profound Yellow Mother Qi that had shielded him from most harm. The next moment, Zhao Changming’s fingers sank into his flesh.

One more inch, and Zhao Changming could shatter Ye Qing’s heart and end this fight once and for all.

The Brocade Shirt Marquis did not look happy, however. He looked solemn.

It was because his fingers could not cross that final inch he needed to end Ye Qing’s life. It was also because Ye Qing’s flesh was slowly melting his fingers like some sort of living furnace.

“Let’s see how tough your body really is.”

Zhao Changming did not look afraid though. On the contrary, he was growing more and more excited. Leaning forward, he raised his right arm with his elbow pointing outward. The next moment, his left fist struck his right elbow from the top[1]. It was as if he was a craftsman chiseling a tough rock using a chisel and a hammer.

But of course, Zhao Changming wasn’t chiseling a rock. He was chiseling a flesh-and-blood body.

In fact, the technique wasn’t an improvised technique. It was one of his ultimate techniques called “To Chisel Mountains”.

The technique boasted the ability to chisel even mountains. Of course, it could chisel humans as well.

“To Chisel Mountains” was best used against hard objects. It was Zhao Changming’s go-to technique whenever he was going up against a body-tempering warrior.

Thanks to the technique, Zhao Changming’s fingers were able to sink another half an inch into Ye Qing’s flesh. At the same time, what looked like an invisible blade split the ground behind him, leaving behind a hundred-meter-long scar and destroying every building and structure in its path.

Despite this, Ye Qing remained calm and collected. When Zhao Changming’s “hammer” descended a second time, Ye Qing finally responded by throwing his own punch.

One would think that Ye Qing was going to punch Zhao Changming’s fist and stop him from landing another “To Chisel Mountains”, but in reality, he was aiming at the marquis’ forehead.

Zhao Changming did not try to dodge or block the attack.

Ye Qing did not try to evade the incoming blow either.

Boom!

Bang!

A pair of thuds erupted at the same time. Ye Qing’s feet didn’t move an inch, but his entire person was sliding backward and digging deep into the earth. As for Zhao Changming, he had smashed sideways into the earth before rolling through many buildings like a tumbleweed.

Ye Qing and Zhao Changming arrested their momentum at the exact same time. Then, they ran toward each other and clashed once more.

The two men’s duel did not boast too many variations, bizarre techniques, or unpredictable secret arts. It was mostly a simple clash of limbs and force. It was, in the truest of the word, a melee.

Despite this, the impacts of their fight could only be described as staggering. Wherever they went, walls collapsed, houses fell, and earth shook like an earthquake.

Slowly, Zhao Changming’s entire body turned bronze in color. When Ye Qing’s limb clashed against his, it sounded like the young man was striking metal.

As for Ye Qing, he too was surrounded by dark yellow light, thick yet profound.

The fight only grew more and more intense over time. It wasn’t long before the rush of vigor and force had warped the entire sky of Myriad Buddha Market.

1. I’ll be honest, I cannot imagine how he’s doing this for the life of me. At first I thought he’s using his unusual flexibility to pull this off but latter paragraphs seems to deny that. I’m just not sure. If one of you can describe or even draw what he’s doing it would be much appreciated. ☜