Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1330: 510: Dreams Fulfilled (Part 3)
Capítulo 1330: Chapter 510: Dreams Fulfilled (Part 3)
This power surged through him, even he felt his legs weaken for a moment.
He gritted his teeth and persisted without retreating, intending to mobilize his inner strength and break through the limit.
Suddenly, Su Mo lowered his stance, and his fists stretched wide.
Two became four, four became eight, in an instant, countless fist shadows multiplied endlessly, rising and falling.
Longmen Seventh Jing’s face was as calm as still water, he took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and charged forward.
Bam bam bam bam bam!!!
One loud sound after another echoed in all directions.
Strong Vigorous Winds were propelled outward, Qi Dingtian and the others who had retreated on Su Mo’s orders now realized their retreat wasn’t far enough.
They could only retreat further.
Apart from them, the other courtyards outside the manor were also unlucky.
The spreading force knocked down the courtyard walls, swept away the roofs with fierce winds.
With every collision of fists, the doors and windows of every building hummed and vibrated ceaselessly.
This scene left Qi Dingtian, Mei Xuesong, and the others staring at each other in shock.
Is this still human?
This situation, even if they didn’t retreat, they couldn’t get close.
If they ventured too close, they might be smashed into pieces by the sheer punch wind of these two people.
Amidst their astonishment, they couldn’t help but worry about Su Mo.
Qi Dingtian looked around at the few people, hoping to find some reassurance.
But whether it was Yang Xiaoyun or Wei Ziyi, they all looked shocked.
His heart tightened:
“Ziyi… could it be that the Young Alliance Leader is not their match?”
“Ah?”
Wei Ziyi quickly shook her head:
“No, no… It’s just unexpected that Longmen Seventh Jing’s martial arts are so impressive.”
Yang Xiaoyun nodded lightly:
“Since my husband emerged in Jianghu, in a fight, he has always been able to win with just half a move.
“Wherever his punches point, heroes are rendered helpless.
“Unexpectedly, someone today can confront him head-on and fight to such an extent.
“It’s truly unexpected…
“Just wondering how many punches this person can withstand?”
“…”
Qi Dingtian froze for a moment, unsure of what to say.
He assumed they were worried about Su Mo, but now it seems they were merely shocked at the opponent’s resilience?
This… Is this reasonable?
Meanwhile, the same question arose in Longmen Seventh Jing’s heart.
Great Sumeru Demon Sky Divine Power is renowned as the pinnacle of strength among all cultivation techniques.
He believed his physical strength was unmatched, the punch he just unleashed from mid-air, there might be a few that could contend with him.
But now, the confrontation had reached a point where no one could withstand merely with physical strength.
More troubling… I now find myself at a disadvantage.
Su Mo’s every punch carried boundless mighty force.
His inner strength seemed endless, fierce unparalleled.
Contending with him, initially, I was gritting my teeth, enduring, fighting until now, every punch was bone-crushing pain.
Two legs trembling almost uncontrollably.
Moreover, it might be my illusion.
Since battling, from Su Mo’s facial expressions to inner strength representation, it seemed effortless.
Could it be… He hasn’t gone all out?
Apart from this, there’s also a doubtful point about Su Mo’s punches seemingly altered from the beginning.
Not just the physical might reaching an inhuman level.
That force permeating the organs suddenly transformed into a scorching pure Yang inner strength.
Apart from ravaging the organs, it directly targeted the heart meridian!
It’s precisely during battle, martial skills further advanced.
I’m being used as a sharpening stone!
Longmen Seventh Jing asked himself, knowing his martial arts might not necessarily defeat Su Mo.
So upon witnessing today’s scene, aware Fang Youyun wanted to use the Qixue Sword, he then leaped out.
Various strategies, hoping Fang Youyun got the Qixue Sword to join forces with him.
Whether he became the Sword Slave or Sword Master, Seventh Jing didn’t care.
Together their forces could certainly fight and win against Su Mo.
If he became the Qixue Sword Slave, achieving goals, the Qixue Sword will retaliate, leaving it to perish without my concern.
Even if he transformed into Qixue Sword Master.
In battle, I could leverage Su Mo to injure him seriously.
Once my grand scheme succeeds, whether slaying the Sword Master, seizing the Qixue Sword, or escaping, there’s room for maneuver.
However, unexpected is.
Su Mo’s martial skills are terrifying beyond measure.
I already credited him highly, yet now evidently far exceeded.
A sense of urgency filled my heart.
At this rate, fearing before joining with the Qixue Sword whichever status—slave or master, Su Mo might defeat me on the spot!
Just at this moment, Su Mo’s lips curled into a smile:
“Finally here!”
Longmen Seventh Jing’s heart skipped a beat.
Finally here?
What has arrived?
In a flash of realization, he noticed Su Mo’s fist stance changed.
Originally those ubiquitous fists now wrapped in a layer of purple glow.
The scorching heatwave rushed forward, making him falsely believe himself trapped in a fiery sea.
Simultaneously, behind Su Mo, seven purple dragon-shaped Qi streamed, coiling around his arms.
Boom!!!
He threw a punch, Longmen Seventh Jing gritted his teeth and took it head-on.
However, upon blocking with both fists, a massive force akin to a raging sea surged forth.
Impossible to block by any means!!
Moreover, a pure Yang inner strength forcefully blasted towards the heart meridian, ravaging the organs.
Unable to endure it any longer, he was sent flying backward, mouth spewing fresh blood!
Just as Longmen Seventh Jing was reeling back and vomiting blood.
A streak of bloody radiance brushed past him.
The longsword aimed directly at Su Mo.
“Has it worked?”
Longmen Seventh Jing enlightened, realizing Su Mo’s “finally here” referred to Fang Youyun!
He’s been waiting for Fang Youyun?
Why was that?
Though being Longmen Seventh Jing, he couldn’t fathom it momentarily.
Seeing Fang Youyun wielding the Qixue Sword, sword light extending, blood color spreading immaculately, peerless vigor.
Yet just as it approached Su Mo, he snapped his fingers, shattering the blood light.
The next instant, Su Mo flipped his single palm.
Underneath the purple brilliance, an immense purple big handprint suddenly launched.
Ziyang Divine Palm!!
Scorching heat overwhelmed, Fang Youyun barely reacted with retracting the sword, only to be struck flying backwards!!
Su Mo stepped forward, casting his gaze over them, smiling:
“Come, stand up.
“Today if both of you meet your desires.
“You must also show skills so I may find it exhilarating.”
