伊人久久伊人

Chapter 70 - Battling Sun Wenshan Once More

Moreover, Xiaobai was still in his cocoon state, recovering slowly and needing large amounts of demon beast blood to speed up the process.

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I wonder if that old fart Sun Wenshan would try to stop and kill me again.

Chen Fan thought as he walked along a mountain path, looking like a good-for-nothing young master with a stalk of green foxtail in his mouth.

Twenty days ago, he had tried to secretly sneak out of the sect, sure no one knew about it. Unexpectedly, Sun Wenshan had intercepted him by waiting for him on the way out.

If not for Xiaobai, Chen Fan would have succumbed to Sun Wenshan\'s treacherous tactics.

Although he managed to escape the calamity, Xiaobai was severely injured and entered a cocoon-like state.

To his dismay, his worst fears materialized when a figure appeared before him.

“Ptooi!”

Chen Fan spat out the green foxtail and fixed a steely gaze on the figure.

Everything was the same: the location, the stone, and even the clothes Sun Wenshan wore.

“Old dog Sun, you just don’t know when to give up, huh?” Chen Fan said, his gaze icy as he locked eyes with Sun Wenshan.

“Little bastard, let’s see who will save you today!” Sun Wenshan returned the cold stare, his words dripping with bitterness.

“Hehe, old dog Sun, aren\'t you afraid of the tables turning on you?” Chen Fan laughed coldly.

Although his trump card, Xiaobai, wasn’t with him, he wasn’t worried. After all, his strength had increased significantly since their last meeting. He still couldn’t defeat Sun Wenshan, but escaping wouldn\'t be an issue.

“Hmph, you only caught me by surprise the last time. I won\'t make the same mistake twice. Do you think you can surprise me again? How na?ve.” Sun Wenshan sneered, his smile cold.

He had learned from his previous encounter. Xiaobai, the seemingly harmless monkey, had transformed into a Violent Ape, catching him off guard and injuring him.

This time, Sun Wenshan had come prepared. Xiaobai was just a seventh-level demon beast; how could it possibly contend with a Qi Grandmaster like him?

“Who knows? Nothing is certain,” Chen Fan said indifferently.

His confidence made Sun Wenshan suspicious. Had the Violent Ape leveled up?

Still, he wasn’t afraid.

“Little bastard, stop bluffing. There\'s no way you\'ll survive today. Only death awaits you. I won\'t waste any more words on you. Embrace your fate!”

Sun Wenshan lunged forward, the wind howling around him like a hawk diving for its prey.

His hand was like a silver hook, clawing violently and emitting a sharp, piercing noise.

Whoosh!

Chen Fan instantly retreated backward.

With a bang, Sun Wenshan’s iron claw struck where Chen Fan stood moments ago, sending soil flying.

Chhla!

With a thunderclap, Killing Wind materialized in Chen Fan\'s hand.

Chen Fan swung his arm, sending a streak of thunder qi darting toward Sun Wenshan.

“Petty tricks. Do you think you can fight this elder just because your strength has grown? You don’t know the difference between heaven and earth!”

Sun Wenshan scoffed, easily shattering the thunderclap qi with his claw.

At the tip of his fingers, primeval qi surged, forming five exceptionally hard and sharp spears, each capable of easily piercing and shattering rocks. Like five silver spears, they shot out, targeting Chen Fan\'s vital points.

“Fine, old dog, I’ll show you what is the difference between heaven and earth today. Do you think the Qi Grandmaster realm is so impressive?” Chen Fan’s blood boiled, and his battle spirit surged as Killing Wind instantly struck out at five spots.

Bang, bang, bang...

Five explosions reverberated as Chen Fan was forced back, his blood and qi churning.

Qi Grandmasters were strong; after twenty days, he had grown strong enough to retaliate without feeling helpless. “Arrogant little bastard, I’ll have you know what the prestige of Qi Grandmasters means!” Sun Wenshan shouted furiously and grabbed at the air.

Under the control of Sun Wenshan\'s qi, the water beneath a waterfall nearby coalesced into a massive dragon. This dragon flew for three thousand paces and attacked Chen Fan. Its gaping maw seemed to possess a life of its own, capable of suctioning, swallowing, and biting like a living creature.

“Not good!”

Chen Fan evaded the dragon\'s assault, leaping away just in time to avoid being struck.

The dragon\'s jaws clamped down on a nearby large tree, effortlessly cleaving through it as if it were made of soft tofu.

The destructive force was such that even someone with the sturdiest of tendons and bones would have been crushed if caught in its grip.

“With a single attack, he gathered water from the pool and made it fly over three thousand paces in the air. Amazing!” Chen Fan exclaimed in shock.

The Hundred Steps Divine Fist allowed one to project their qi to attack a target a hundred paces away, capable of breaking wood and cracking stones. However, the primeval qi would significantly weaken beyond that distance.

Given Chen Fan’s current cultivation level and the thickness of his primeval qi, he could strike someone a thousand paces away, nearly surpassing the range of bows and arrows. Only someone at the peak of the eighth level could achieve this feat. However, a distance of three thousand paces was simply out of the question even for him.

As for Sun Wenshan, he had gathered water and turned it into a water dragon to attack him. The distance was undoubtedly more than three thousand paces; it showcased his remarkable prowess.

“Looks like I’ve underestimated Qi Grandmaster experts a little.”

After all, Qi Grandmasters were, as the name suggested, the grandmasters of the Qigong realm.

What did it mean to be a grandmaster?

It meant that they could establish a sect of their own, becoming sect masters!

Sun Wenshan\'s strength was such that he could easily establish a small sect and even serve as the patriarch of a clan in Xuanyang City, a grade-two city.

“Hmm? You are quite agile!”

Despite being surprised by Chen Fan’s speed, he revealed a sinister and cruel smile.

Rolling both hands, he gathered water from the pool once more. This time, several water dragons rushed toward Chen Fan, attacking him from all directions to leave him without escape.

“Undefeated King’s Fist!”

Chen Fan shouted fiercely.

He could not dodge this time and could only receive the attack head-on.

His primeval qi circulated ferociously, and his aura erupted.

A head and a pair of arms materialized behind him. With rumbling noises, he unleashed the six moves of Undefeated King’s Fist with unparalleled ferocity.

Bang, bang, bang...

Explosions echoed continuously as the water dragons were blown up one after another, reduced to a torrential downpour splashing down.

Since Sun Wenshan had to divide his strength between the dragons, they were only as strong as an all-out attack from an eighth-level martial artist, unable to threaten Chen Fan.

“Oh boy, you’ve actually achieved minor mastery in the Undefeated King’s Fist in just ten short days!” Sun Wenshan exclaimed, taken aback by Chen Fan’s remarkable progress.

As an outer sect elder, he knew what martial skill Chen Fan had chosen and how challenging it was to master it.

For anyone else, barely grasping the six moves of Undefeated King’s Fist in such a short time would be considered quite an achievement.

However, Chen Fan could already manifest a head and two arms—the sign of minor mastery. His talent was shocking.