A Good Romance
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Xiu, Zhao Lun had already arrived, and his fist smashed out at Ling Han.
Ling Han raised a hand to parry, but he immediately discovered to his shock that Zhao Lun's arm had also become like flowing water, breaking through his block and blasting down at his chest.
Peng, he was immediately sent flying, and only landed on the ground after flipping three times. He lowered his head, and saw that his chest had been corroded, revealing his white bones.
As expected, it was this kind of attack.
"Hahaha!" Seeing that this move was effective, Zhao Lun instantly laughed loudly, and once again brandished his fists in a flurry of attacks.
This was the ancient technique that he cultivated, and it was called Corrosive Water Three Thousand. Previously, he had been standing under the waterfall to observe the rules of flowing water, and from there, grasp this ancient technique.
Now that he was using it, its might was indeed astonishing!
At this moment, Ling Han did not have a very good way to deal with it, and could only continuously retreat.
Zhao Lun had definitely not simply transformed into liquid. Otherwise, with the might of a Mountain River Tier attack, even a large river could be turned into billions of water droplets, and Zhao Lun would have been "smashed to pieces".
Now, Zhao Lun had displayed the softness of water to the extreme, and was completely unaffected. Then, no matter how monstrous your power was, could you hurt me in the slightest?
"Hahahaha, this is true power!" Zhao Lun laughed madly, throwing one punch after another.
With the support of power of the nation, he was equivalent to being one sub-minor level higher than Ling Han, and the power of the nation also had the effect of protecting divine sense. Now, his Corrosive Water Three Thousand could even pose a threat to Ling Han's physique, so no matter how he thought about it, victory was already within his grasp.
"In a battle of equals, I am invincible!"
Hearing Zhao Lun's hooting, Sha Yuan showed an expression of dissatisfaction, but he had to admit that in a battle of equals, he was indeed no match for Zhao Lun. He had not been able to defeat him before, and he was even more unable to defeat him now.
This ancient technique that could transform into flowing water, filled with corrosive power, was really too terrifying.
"Turn into corrosive water!" Zhao Lun laughed loudly, his eyes exuding a crazed cold glint.
He had actually been forced to this step by Ling Han, and had to reveal this ancient technique ahead of time. This made him very displeased. This should be his trump card, which he would use to suppress powerful enemies in the future. Now that he had revealed it in advance, he would definitely be targeted by others, and they would look for ways to counter it.
Thoughts flashed through Ling Han's mind. Previously, he had used the Flame Divine Pattern to dispel the Corrosive Water Poison. Could this be used to restrain his opponent?
He was a man of action, and as the arrow condensed, he had already circulated the divine pattern of flame. Xiu, the arrow of Origin Power shot out, and the originally white arrow had a light red tint to it.
Zhao Lun was fearless, not even bothering to block. He was going to repeat the same trick, allowing the arrow to pass through his body.
Pu, the arrow arrived, and without any suspense, shot into his left shoulder. However, as he had expected, the arrow did not fly out without causing any damage. On the contrary, his expression suddenly changed, revealing an expression of pain.
Black smoke was rising from his shoulder, and there was a faint smell of roasted meat.
Zhao Lun staggered backward, his face revealing an expression of disbelief and shock.
Ling Han had actually broken his Corrosive Water Three Thousand!
How is that possible?
Don't think that fire could restrain water. If the Corrosive Water Three Thousand could be easily restrained by fire, then would he still need to spend so much time cultivating it?
The corrosive water was extremely poisonous, and did not fear fire. At least as far as he knew, to restrain his corrosive water, the only way was for his opponent to completely overwhelm him, shatter his body with a single strike, and severely wound him. Only then would the Corrosive Water Three Thousand stop circulating.
Ling Han's power was definitely not that strong.
Then there could only be one reason — the quality of his opponent's flames was terrifyingly high, not even inferior to his Corrosive Water Three Thousand, which was why he could use fire to restrain water.
"What cultivation technique is this?" he couldn't help but ask, incredibly jealous.
One had to realize that he had spent several decades to successfully cultivate this cultivation technique, but Ling Han had broken through to the Mountain River Tier for less than a year, and could already cultivate a secret technique to counter his ancient cultivation technique. How could he accept this?
This was practically a blow to his outlook on life that was about to be distorted.
Ling Han gave an 'oh', and said, "It's not any cultivation technique. It's just that I obtained a Flame Mountain River Stone from the Flame Cave, and after refining it, I obtained a divine pattern of flame. I didn't think that it would coincidentally restrain you."
Zhao Lun was dumbfounded. It was actually so simple; Ling Han did not cultivate any secret technique at all, and merely refined a few Mountain River Stones. He really wanted to cry.
But he immediately thought of the effect of the Gravity Mountain River Stone, and its effect was extremely shocking. And what Ling Han had obtained had to be a Mountain River Stone with a special attribute, which bestowed upon him a divine pattern of flame.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
He repeatedly cursed in his mind. Was the divine pattern of flame really so powerful? One had to know that he had also obtained a Flame Mountain River Stone. Though he had not personally obtained it, but obtained it through an auction at a high price, the divine pattern of flame definitely could not resist the Corrosive Water Three Thousand.
Unless …
Zhao Lun suddenly asked, "How many Flame Mountain River Stones did you obtain?"
"So-so, only seven!" Ling Han said as he charged towards Zhao Lun. Now that he knew how to restrain the Corrosive Water Three Thousand, what threat did Zhao Lun still have in his eyes?
Peng, peng, peng. He wrapped his fists with the divine pattern of flame. This was much simpler than attaching it to arrows of Origin Power. The seven divine patterns all lit up, and his fists burned with flames. With one punch, Zhao Lun repeatedly spat out blood.
Seven!
Zhao Lun's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. How precious were special Mountain River Stones? Even a genius like him could only reach the island twice, and obtain only two Gravity Mountain River Stones. Ling Han actually obtained seven; he was practically a monster!
This became the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing his fighting spirit to collapse. Moreover, he had been hit by so many arrows previously, so how could he have hit a dog? He did not have a tough physique like Ling Han's, and merely relied on Origin Power to forcibly suppress it.
But he had to widen his golden body of nine meters, and also suppress his injuries. How great was the pressure? Now that his fighting spirit had collapsed, he was instantly unable to hold on.
Peng!
He had been brutally beaten by Ling Han, and this time, he was truly defeated like a mountain. There was no turning back.
"That's what you get for being arrogant! That's what you get for being domineering!" Ling Han treated Zhao Lun like a sandbag, and continuously bombarded him.
"Didn't you want to kill me? Come!
Come on! "" You're just bullying others because your cultivation level is higher, and your background is better. What's the difference between you and those useless profligates?
"What number one prodigy? Bullsh * t!"
The more Ling Han spoke, the angrier he became. He turned his anger into fists, and continuously punched Zhao Lun's body.
"Have you had enough?" Zhao Lun shouted. He was the only son of Great General Zhao, so when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
"I can't take it anymore?" Ling Han raised his foot, and was about to stomp down on Zhao Lun's face.
Everyone was so frightened that they stopped breathing. If this foot stomped down, then there would really be a great enmity between the two parties that would not rest until one party was dead. But when they thought about it again, Zhao Lun had already made it clear that he wanted to kill Ling Han, so there seemed to be nothing to be afraid of.
"Y-you dare!" Meanwhile, Zhao Lun's face was pale with fright. If his face was stomped on in public, would he still have the face to see others?
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