This was completely a performance of the Guardian Deity Dance and the Dragon Guard.
Zhang Xiangyang's expression gradually changed from one of worry to one of smiles. It wasn't that Qin Fen couldn't beat his opponent. He was just deliberately letting his opponent display the Guardian Deity Dance.
Could it be that he wanted to secretly learn it? Zhang Xiangyang still felt that it was a bit inconceivable. Whether it was movement techniques or other martial arts, they weren't things that could be understood just by opening one's eyes to look. Without the key points of circulating energy, it was pointless to look.
But! Qin Fen's Dragon Guard already gradually had the shadow of the Guardian Deity Dance. His footwork techniques even had the footwork of the Guardian Deity Dance.
Zhang Xiangyang rubbed his chin. Every footwork technique had its own unique secret technique. If one couldn't learn how to circulate energy, then it would just be imitating others and making a fool of oneself. Qin Fen was actually relying on his opponent to experience the way his opponent exerted energy in a fight. He was stealing his opponent's martial arts in such an open and aboveboard manner. This was no longer something that could be done with outstanding martial senses.
Martial senses weren't the same as strength, but they represented one's potential for future development to a large degree. Zhang Xiangyang's eyes gradually narrowed into slits, and a thought-provoking smile faintly shot out from his eyes.
The more Many Rumors fought, the more he felt the pressure increase. The initial balance of offense and defense had now turned into restraints everywhere. Every move was taken by Thirty-Six Hours. If it weren't for the superb display of the Guardian Deity Dance, Qin Fen would have long since lost to Thirty-Six Hours' fists.
Qin Fen had long since stopped viewing Many Rumors as an opponent. His entire being was completely immersed in an indescribable and unclear state. Every time his fists and feet collided, it was as if he could feel his opponent's energy circulating within his body. This was something that was completely impossible, but he could truly feel it.
This was no longer a fight. This was a free lesson that didn't cost him anything!
Qin Fen was like an enormous sponge. He quickly absorbed the secrets of the Guardian Deity Dance. He wasn't in a hurry to fuse it into his own movement technique in this fight.
Fusing movement techniques? This was something that could only be done after the fight was over and Qin Fen quietly went into seclusion to ponder and analyze it.
Many Rumors also felt that Qin Fen's Guardian Deity Dance was countered by his opponent's consummate skill. This was rape! This was rape in martial arts!
"Roar!" Many Scholars' rage surged. His aura changed, and a hint of madness appeared on his face.
In just an instant, the scent of madness spread from his eyes to every inch of his skin. The sound of bones moving erupted from Many Scent's body like a hail. The Guardian Deity Dance, which had been dodging nonstop, suddenly stood still and blew the horn of counterattack.
Many Rumors' counterattack was as fierce as the Vajra Subduing Demons. The sound of bones moving from the Four Star Golden Bell Canopy was like a symphony of metal colliding.
The momentum of this counterattack made Qin Fen feel as if the world around him had turned pitch-black. It was as if he was facing a mad King Kong.
Many Rumors had completely forgotten himself as he fought for his life!
His fists and feet were like two iron hammers. His elbows and knees had also become abnormally thick, just like a four-sided iron wrist shield. The wind that was brought along with it whistled, and Qin Fen's long stretched body was also chased by it with a "hua hua" sound.
Guardian Deity Dance's only offensive battle technique, "Guardian Deity Flurry"!
Qin Fen advanced instead of retreating. His face was filled with shock and excitement. Anyone could see that he was in a special state of enjoyment. His right foot stomped heavily on the ground. Flood Fist Soaring Cannon! Flood Fist Soaring Cannon! Flood Fist Soaring Cannon!
Flood Fist Soaring Cannon struck three times in a row. The clash of fists and elbows in the air was truly like the bombardment of a cannon on the battlefield. The mad and mad King Kong was blasted away by the Soaring Cannon, and the Golden Bell Canopy dissipated completely. The mutation of his body returned to that of a normal person.
Qin Fen let out a long breath. He had just finished pressurizing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, and he had completely released it. This one versus four was far more dangerous than the one versus two from before, but his gains were much greater as well.
Qin Fen's final move, the Guardian Deity Flurry, replayed endlessly in Qin Fen's mind. If this mad and mad combat technique could be fused a step further with the Raging Berserker Tide, just what sort of effect would there be?
The entire street sunk into a silence so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The members of the other sects, who had come out to watch the excitement, all looked at Qin Fen, dumbstruck like wooden chickens.
The shock Thirty-Six Hours gave them was far too great. They were all fighting at four-star strength, but he had actually won in a one versus four fight! And he had won in such a straightforward manner!
All this time, everyone believed that Thirty-Six Hours had fought with all his strength through video recordings. But today, he used another set of fitness exercise of fist forms, the Flood Fist! He told everyone that he had never truly brought out all of his strength in battle before.
Qin Fen slightly adjusted the surging true energy within his body. He walked toward the disciples of the Guardian Deity Sect. "Now, can you return my Dragon Hall's sign to me?"
Wielding the Nation, who had been killed not too long ago, had resurrected. He looked at Qin Fen with a dark complexion. "Thirty-Six Hours, your Dragon Hall's sign isn't even in my Guardian Deity Sect. We sold that sign to the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains not too long ago."
Qin Fen could only put his hands on his hips, shake his head, and sigh. The chaos in Hell City had completely exceeded his imagination. A tiny sign had actually changed hands so many times.
"The location of the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains' sect?"
"Next door to my Guardian Deity Sect." Virūpākṣa resurrected at this time. He pointed to the open door to the side, where a group of sects were watching the excitement. "The Beauty of Rivers and Mountains."
The Beauty of Rivers and Mountains was inscribed by the sect master, Li Mo.
The large words on the sign weren't a gift from the system. Someone had personally inscribed them. It was just that these words …
Qin Fen shook his head, begging to differ. The smile on his lips carried a bit of admiration. This person had the nerve to take out such an ugly and crappy handwriting to make a spectacle of himself. This person was truly shameless enough.
For the sake of Dragon Hall's sign, Qin Fen led his people over to the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains. He simply extended his hand. "The sign."
Qin Fen understood the atmosphere of this street very well after seeing the attitudes of several sects. The more polite you were, the more they would step on you. Since this was the case, then it was best to be a bit more unyielding.
The dozen or so disciples of the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains stood in front of the door. When they saw Qin Fen's firm and fierce side, they uniformly moved to the side, opening up a path.
Only a single person stood on this practically empty path. He was a middle-aged man with a protruding mouth and monkey-like cheeks. His triangular eyes flickered with fear and timidity.
Li Mo, the sect master of the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains Sect, had just seen Qin Fen's fight. How could he still have any desire to fight?
"I … I sold the sign …." Li Mo hurriedly waved his hands. "Don't kick my restaurant. I sold it to the Blue Wave Pavilion."
A bit of contempt rose in Qin Fen's heart. Didn't this person have even less of a martial character than him?
Qin Fen raised his head to look at the sign, which was covered in stinking words. He said once more, "Tear down the sign. I heard you can exchange it for some money."
Zhang Xiangyang's comrades behind him had been waiting for these words for a long time. They pushed aside the disciples of the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains Sect like wolves and tigers, roughly tearing down the sign.
Blue Wave Pavilion? Qin Fen used his eyes to size up the sect's signboards on the street. According to these habits, the Blue Wave Pavilion should be nearby.
Soon, Qin Fen found the sign of the Blue Wave Pavilion.
A person walked out from the crowd standing beneath the sign. He was nearly six feet tall, and the beard on his face told others that he was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old.
"Master of the Blue Wave Pavilion, Blue Wave. Please grant me your guidance!"
These simple words were spoken, and this middle-aged man, whose strength didn't seem to be any stronger than any sect master of the Guardian Deity Sect, decisively chose to fight!
Qin Fen saw a few words from his eyes. "I would rather be defeated in battle than be a good-for-nothing like Li Mo!"
"Dragon Hall, Thirty-Six Hours."
Qin Fen's voice fell, and he pulled back the Bow-And-Arrow Step and fired. He appeared before Blue Wave in a spell that nearly shrunk the earth to inches. The Soaring Cannon took advantage of the momentum to rush out, and the torn strips of cloth on his arm carried with it the sound of wind. His aura grew even more majestic.
Blue Wave knew just how bold and fierce Qin Fen's fist was, so he didn't choose to take it head-on. His ankle spun like a whirlpool in the sea, and he flashed to Qin Fen's left side. He clenched his fist into a hammer, smashing it toward Qin Fen's ribs.
When this meat hammer struck, its power would certainly not be any less than that of a real iron hammer. It would be normal for Qin Fen to have three or five or seven or eight broken ribs.
Qin Fen actually made dodging movements that were close to Blue Wave's in an instant. His body shifted to the left, and the muscles on his back instantly swelled with the Twisting Single Mountain Thrust as he heavily smashed into Blue Wave.
Blue Wave's figure swayed, and it was as if he had been rammed by a car traveling at seventy miles per hour. His body flew high off the ground before finally smashing heavily into the ground.
The surrounding spectators let out cries of alarm. Qin Fen's back just now couldn't be considered a mountain of meat, but it was like a high-speed moving tank. Blue Wave was hopeless this time.
"The sign isn't with Blue Wave Pavilion. He has already transferred it to my Deep Cloud Sect."
The eyes of the leader of the Deep Cloud Sect, who stood next to Blue Wave Pavilion, narrowed. Dragon Hall's sign had entered the hands of his Deep Cloud Sect through Blue Wave Pavilion. If he didn't step out to challenge Qin Fen, it would seem that he was afraid of his opponent. When faced with someone who could sweep away anyone on the same level as him with a single strike, there was a reason for him to take turns fighting.
"Then, you will lose for me as well!"
The leader of the Deep Cloud Sect yelled, and Qin Fen immediately flew over. He was like a mobile armor moving at high speed on the battlefield. He took a few steps in a row, and the rumbling sounds were like the motors of an armor. He arrived before his new opponent in an instant.
He had won consecutive battles, and his aura was like a rainbow! Qin Fen was in his peak state, and he didn't stop at all. The Soaring Cannon, the Squeezing Hand Cannon, and the Level Heart Cannon were truly like the artillery regiment of a field army. The heavy cannons fired in unison, suppressing his opponent to the point where even breathing was difficult.
The spectators were unable to walk out from the shock of the battle from beginning to end. The leader of the Deep Cloud Sect, Yun Zhonghang, was no weaker than any of the Four Great Guardian Deities in terms of strength. He shouldn't have the slightest bit of strength to fight back. However, Qin Fen had swept away several sects on this street before. His aura had been pushed to a very high level, and his own strength was a bit higher. After exchanging six blows, Qin Fen's Twisting Coiling Dragon Chop chopped him to the ground, breaking his neck.
"Heavenward Sect. Please advise me."
"Profound Sect. Please advise me."
Qin Fen looked at the two men, who were old enough to be his uncles, and raised an eyebrow. "You two?"
"The sign of your Dragon Hall has once been in my hands."
The two shouted in unison, and they simply adopted a fighting stance. They knew that they were no match for Thirty-Six Hours in a one-on-one fight. However, if they didn't even have the courage to fight, then what was the point of training in martial arts?
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