Chapter Nineteenth: Mysterious Water Strength

  At this moment, thousands of people's eyes on Feilong Peak were all focused on the central arena.

  "Who do you think will win?"

  "Are you out of your mind? This piece of trash is going to be a match for Big Brother?"

  "But you just said he wouldn't be a match for Wu Ren Xing~"

  “……”

  ……

  On the square, such conversations were everywhere. Most people thought that Chu Yan would be killed in seconds. What kind of strength did Qi Diao Mù have? Fei Long Feng's senior brother, a young and powerful cultivator at the peak of the tenth layer of the Refining Qi stage, the seventh-ranked genius of the Yu Hua Sect, how could he lose to Chu Yan, who had abandoned his cultivation for three years.

  However, there are still a few people who have some hope for Chu Yan, because today he has shown too much. Although they also don't think Chu Yan will win, it's absolutely not being instantly killed, and will give Qi Jue Mu some trouble.

  Qitian Lie looked at the arena, a cold smile hanging on his face.

  Huā Mèng Qí's face was filled with worry, as she thought of two people. One was her childhood sweetheart, with whom she had shared a carefree and innocent relationship, but was now completely cut off from due to a divorce agreement. The other was someone who had admired her for many years, and had always been kind and protective towards her, and was now engaged to be married. What choice should she make?

  "The game is on!"

  Chu Yan had imagined himself facing Qi Jue Mu again countless times, thinking he would be enraged to the extreme. However, at this moment, Chu Yan's face was extremely calm, and his heart didn't have a single thread of anger, but instead, intense killing intent.

  For the first time, Chu Yan didn't rush into action. His eyes were icy cold as he stared at the man in front of him, someone he had once considered a brother.

  "Chu Shi Di, didn't expect I underestimated you ~ hehe ~"

  The killing intent was burning in Hei Mu's eyes, and his usual elegant demeanor had long since disappeared.

  "I've waited for three years, today is the day of reckoning!"

  Chu Yan's words were calm and peaceful, but between them was an unmistakable air of majesty that could not be denied.

  "My Chu Shidi, are you still that genius youngster from back then? Haha, now you may have some small tricks up your sleeve, but in my eyes, you're nothing."

  "It's pointless to say more."

  "Alright, since you're in a hurry to reincarnate, I'll help you fulfill your wish~"

  Qī diāo mù yī shēng lěng hēng, liàn qì qī shí céng de qiáng dà qì shì kè kè bō fā ér chū, léi tái páng guān zhàn de dì zǐ wú bù biàn sè.

  Reaching the 9th level of Qi Gong is actually reaching the later stage of Qi Gong, and it's not something that beginners or intermediate practitioners can compare to.

  "It takes just one move to defeat you!"

  Qī diāo mù yī shēng dī hè, yī dào huǒ hóng sè guāng máng biàn cóng qí chǔ xù dài zhī zhōng fēi chū, zhè shì yī bǐng sàn fā zhe huǒ hóng sè guāng máng de cháng dāo, dāo miàn zhī shàng yǐn yuē kě jiàn yī céng xì mì de lín piàn.

  English Translation:

  A low shout from Qiudiao Mu, a fiery red light burst out of his storage bag, it was a long knife emitting a fiery red glow, on the surface of the blade, a layer of fine scales could be vaguely seen.

  This is exactly the famous sword of Qiū Jiǎo Mù, the "Huǒ Lín Dāo" with a high rank of upper-grade artifact.

  In the past, the previous Peak Master Chu Changtian had hunted and killed a 4th-grade primary Water-Fire Leopard Scale Beast in the depths of the Duan Cang mountain range, taking its water bone and fire horn to refine two top-quality artifacts. One was named 'Autumn Water Sword' by Chu Yan, while the other was this

  Hu Lin Dao

  "Go!"

  With a flick of his wrist, a crimson glow burst forth from the Flame Stag Knife and shot towards Chu Yan with a loud crash.

  Huǒ Lín Dāo rapidly enlarged in Chu Yán's pupils, and he only felt a wave of scorching air rushing towards him. However, he didn't show any panic, with an intense fighting spirit in his eyes.

  "Father, today your child has come to clean up the family gate for you!"

  Chu Yan let out a loud roar and instead of retreating, he charged forward. The large iron club in front of him began to dance at an incredible speed.

  "Overestimating one's abilities"

  A hint of disdain flashed in Hei Diao Mu's eyes. The Huo Lin knife was a top-grade artifact, and even if your ordinary sword was sharp, how could it withstand the powerful pressure of a top-grade artifact? Moreover, with Chu Yan's mere Qi Refining stage three cultivation, he actually dared to try and resist this blow head-on. Hei Diao Mu had already imagined the scene of Chu Yan spitting out blood and being knocked flying.

  "Hmm"

  The Huo Lin knife struck the iron rod held up by Chu Yan without any unexpected impact.

  "What?"

  Under the astonished gaze of Qi Diaomu, Chu Yan only retreated two steps, with a hint of playfulness on his face: "Is one move over?"

  "How is this possible? How can this guy's strength block my attack? How can that iron rod be so sturdy? But today you will still undoubtedly lose."

  After being shocked by the lacquer carving, he quickly adjusted and pointed with his fingers. The Huo Lin knife chopped towards Chu Yan again.

  Chu Yan's heart had already made up his mind, with his current cultivation at the 8th layer of Qi Refining stage, plus his body being transformed by the black light pillar, his physical strength was now on par with the peak of the 10th layer of Qi Refining stage, not inferior to that of Qi Mu.

  "Hmm"

  Hu Lin's sword, with its powerful oppressive force, struck the iron rod again. Chu Yan was knocked back two steps and, due to the close distance, the scorching light from Hu Lin's sword transmitted over, bringing a burning sensation up his arm.

  A flash of light appeared in Chu Yan's eyes, and two pale blue spiritual powers emerged on his arms, instantly bringing a cool sensation.

  At the same time, a faint blue spiritual energy emerged from the tip of Chu Yan's left index finger, and he bent his finger towards Qi Zhu Mu.

  A finger of energy condensed from pale blue light shot out at incredible speed.

  Low-level Three-striped Spell: Mystical Water Strength

  "You think you can hurt me with just these three moves? What's wrong with you?"

  Qī diāo mù biāo yí xiào, xià yī kè biàn shì dèng dà le yǎn jing:

  Translation:

  The lacquer carving of the rustic and barbaric smile, the next moment his eyes widened:

  In an instant, Chu Yan's left hand index finger continuously tapped dozens of fingers, and more than twenty pale blue finger auras flew towards him.

  In a short span of less than two breaths, he consecutively cast over twenty low-level Triple Stripe techniques. How is this possible?

  Not only did the varnished carvings and pastures astonish all who came to watch!

  PS: Chu Yan and Qi Diao Mu, who can laugh to the end? Give some support! Today's third update is delivered!