Chapter 875 - 406: Lei Chong Shows His Might, Calls Me a Lowly Wretch? Lend Me Your Ears and Hear My Thunder Sound!

Chapter 875: Chapter 406: Lei Chong Shows His Might, Calls Me a Lowly Wretch? Lend Me Your Ears and Hear My Thunder Sound!

Li Xian and others were positioned towards the back, their faces pale with shock. But, catching a glimpse of Li Xian, they couldn’t help but feel admiration. Amidst the intense thunderous drum sounds, Li Xian remained calm and composed, not retreating half a step.

One hundred seventy-six... one hundred eighty-five... one hundred eighty-nine...

Lei Chong’s breath was long and sustained, but as the sound reached this point, it gradually slowed and softened. Seeing the momentum waning, Lei Chong suddenly clenched both fists, forcefully pounding his chest.

The thunder drum sound suddenly intensified, its momentum surpassing before. The thunderous sound made the roof tiles of tall buildings tremble, windows creak, and birds flee in terror. Many officials and servants at the Marquis’s post were startled by the thunderous sound and came to observe near the training grounds.

The balconies of the tall buildings outside the Marquis’s post were also crowded with people. The power of Lei Chong could truly be described as remarkable.

The chest pounding action he just performed was actually the martial arts "Thunder Kill Fist," combined with the martial arts "Broad Thunder Chest." It was like using his body as a drum, hammered by outside force, echoing through the surroundings.

These two moves combined, the momentum was like a punch. Those within several zhang of the vicinity, upon hearing the thunderous sound, felt as if their chests were struck by a heavy punch. Lei Chong, with very strong jealousy, was not satisfied with winning through thunderous sound alone. He further incorporated martial arts, clandestinely injuring Li Xian with this.

To enhance his own power.

Yet, Li Xian remained unfazed by the sudden onslaught of thunderous sound. He seemed as if Mount Tai had collapsed before him, yet he remained unmoved. Fighting against the current, he maintained his grace.

By the time the two hundred tenth sound came, Lei Chong’s breath had aged, and the resounding momentum sharply diminished.

Two hundred fifteen, two hundred twenty-three...

Gradually, there was a tendency to stop. By the two hundred thirty-ninth sound, the thunder drum sound entirely dissipated. Lei Chong took a deep breath, having reached his limit, his chest caved in, eyes bloodshot, each breath feeling scorching hot.

At this moment he had reached his limit.

The Gold Appraisal Guards saw the chest drum thunder sound cease, and only then did they approach slowly, utterly shocked, their eyes full of awe, as if witnessing a miracle. All thought: "General Lei is undoubtedly a step stronger, his power truly formidable. If it weren’t for Li Xian’s provocation, we wouldn’t have had the fortune to witness General Lei’s prowess."

They burst into applause and cheers, praises abundant. The various aristocratic families were thoroughly convinced, their praises for Lei Chong as abundant as waves.

Lei Chong took a moment to breathe, lightly dusted off his sleeve, shook off the dirt, and said arrogantly: "Now you know the difference? When I call you a petty scoundrel, do you dare deny it! Do you dare object!"

In the military camp, strength is paramount. Lei Chong at this moment insulted Li Xian as a "petty scoundrel," if Li Xian lacked the strength to retort, he would inevitably become labeled with this "nickname."

Amidst the crowd, someone already referred to Li Xian as "petty scoundrel," the words mocking and derisive, exceedingly grating.

Li Xian said: "General Lei, I haven’t even begun yet, why rush to conclusions so early. Whether I am a petty scoundrel, remains undecided."

Bai Bolong said: "Li Xian! You are truly ungrateful, General Lei criticized you for your own good. You argue stubbornly, not discerning at all. You achieved a sound count of one hundred thirty-two, which is already quite a good score. Forcing yourself beyond would only reach one hundred fifty-six, how can it compare with General Lei’s count of two hundred."

Li Xian felt his blood surge, youthful vigor, often constrained by time, circumstance, emotion, and scene. But finally, there comes a time to take up the sword against the sky, intent on transcending. At this moment, Li Xian could not conceal his sharpness, revealing a strong rebellious spirit, he cupped his hands toward the crowd and said: "Everyone, please retreat fifteen zhang, prick up your ears, and respectfully listen to my thunderous sound!"

The crowd exchanged glances, no one retreated.

Li Xian said: "Fine, if injured by the sound, don’t blame me for not warning you!" He lightly lifted his arms, fingers together, placed vertically before his nose. This was the Xunfeng Breath’s move "Reversing the Flow of the Yangtze River."

Though the Nangong family’s foundation was rich and the Xunfeng Breath was Basic Martial Arts, it derived from the Jade Avoidance Sutra. Practicing Xunfeng Breath to its peak achieves the power to swallow the air and drink the might of the world.

At this moment, Li Xian swallowed the air, causing the ambiance to become stifling. Li Xian’s eyes cast brilliance, his momentum climbing steadily. While practicing "Only I have a Heart Skill," the essence of "none other than me" now erupted.

The [Lingxiao Intent] attribute naturally manifested. Li Xian was like a sword piercing the sky, standing firm yet already unstoppable!

The crowd perceived a unique sensation different from former times.

The momentum had just begun. Set by foundation laid by Wen Caishang, Li Xian’s Martial Arts roots made his spine like a divine mountain reaching the heavens. At this moment, he was "climbing the divine mountain," elevating his momentum to greater heights.

Slight "buzzing sounds" arose in the surroundings.

Li Xian’s momentum suddenly surged, increased rapidly... The divine mountain grew infinitely high, and so did he. Though they stood on the same training ground, peers level in gaze. Yet in the eyes of the Gold Appraisal Guards, the ground under Li Xian’s feet suddenly elevated, lifting him higher and higher, piercing through the clouds, then looking down.

Scaling the divine peak, intent tilting the sky.

Bai Bolong suddenly shouted: "Retreat!"

As the voice fell, Li Xian unleashed the chest drum thunder sound. A "rumbling" was heard, yet the sound seemed not from Li Xian’s chest but descending from the Nine Heavens above, beyond the clouds.

The Gold Appraisal Guards, skilled individually, reacted quickly, secretly circulating the chest drum thunder sound to resist. But this first violent tremor struck like a hammer into their core, rendering them momentarily dizzy and disoriented.

Second sound, third sound, fourth sound... In an instant, twenty-seven sounds had already resounded. The intense noise disturbed the Guards’ footsteps, causing chest pain, eardrums piercing, eyes seeing stars.

In a moment they could only retreat. Li Xian’s sound force directly challenged Lei Chong. Using one’s tactics against them. Lei Chong’s long hair fluttered, resisting the drum thunder sound, his body unscathed.

Yet the power and momentum embedded within the thunderous sound forced him to step back. In a flash, Li Xian had resounded one hundred forty-nine sounds, one hundred ninety-four...

Still the thunderous sound rolled on, with plenty of remaining force.

The Gold Appraisal Guards were forced to retreat fifteen zhang, twenty zhang, barely stabilizing in the distance, unscathed by the thunderous sound, they focused and began counting the sounds. Two hundred fourteen, two hundred thirty-five, two hundred fifty-six...