As soon as the referee finished his sentence, Lou Cheng gathered the faint purple fireball he had prepared earlier. It circled around him like a satellite that could attack and defend on its own.
This short moment wasn't enough to complete the Five Flames. He could only choose one of them.
This complemented the still-high temperature in the surroundings.
Qian Donglou watched from afar with a smile on his face. He raised his left palm, straightened it into a blade, and slashed at Lou Cheng.
Bam!
With this slash, his entire body moved. Silvery white threads leaped out from his body, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
In Lou Cheng's eyes, there seemed to be only the Thunder Blade left in the world. It flickered and swam left and right, like a fish swimming in a clear river, or a ray of moonlight reflected in the waves. It was either natural or ethereal, making it hard to tell where it would slash at.
Lou Cheng's thoughts whirled and fell. He didn't have absolute confidence, but under the guidance of the "god" looking down at him and the clear reflection of the Ice Heart, he calmly chose to dodge.
Bam! He stepped on the ground, twisted his waist, and swept out. Since the high-voltage wires were in contact with the ground, he naturally wouldn't choose a spot near them.
Just as he moved, the Thunder Blade suddenly brightened. No longer flickering or wandering, it was activated and locked onto Lou Cheng, dragging a long trail of light as it slashed at the spot where Lou Cheng was about to appear.
Seeing that he was about to be hit, Lou Cheng, who had been prepared, detonated the Emperor Yan Force hidden in his Aperture acupoints.
Boom! Carrying the faint purple fireball, he seemed to have been pushed by someone out of thin air. His horizontal movement turned into a backward drift.
Bam! Lou Cheng was vaguely stimulated, his hair standing on end. The Thunder Blade brushed past his body and hit the ground not far away, creating a long, charred ravine with tiny electric snakes jumping around.
Qian Donglou's figure reappeared. He turned around without a trace of anger, his gaze once again locked onto Lou Cheng, who had just landed.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Dragging his limp right arm, he floated forward. With every step he took, he grew taller, like the saying in ancient stories, "Grow with the wind."
After three steps, the leisurely Warrior Sage transformed into a terrifying giant over two meters tall, covered in thunder tattoos.
Zzz zzz zzz! Purple lightning and green thunder appeared around his body at the same time. It was like a strange old tree or a human skeleton. In a condescending manner, he chopped his left palm vertically!
At this moment, Peng Leyun, Guo Jie, and the others who were at the edge of the battlefield felt as if they were being punished by the heavens, and they were directly facing the mighty, fierce, and overbearing tribulation of lightning. They couldn't help but feel timid and tremble with fear, as if they were the thousand year old locust trees in the folklore, beings of extreme Yin!
Pa! Qian Donglou seemed to have become the Celestial Lord who ruled over the Thunder Sect. As his palm struck down, everyone felt a heavy weight on their bodies and minds. The purple lightning that was generated continued to dance, as though it was brewing up various changes. It was both real and illusory, with a hidden trump card.
This blade was derived from the sixth style of the Thunder Sect, the Purple Seal of the Celestial Venerable. It was supported by spiritual suppression, and it was extremely righteous, Yang, and firm. The lightning tribulation was ferocious, and its power was terrifying. Once it came into contact, all nine tribulations would fall!
When Qian Donglou was close to him, Lou Cheng had been observing him. However, he still couldn't grasp the "one" hidden by his opponent. He couldn't determine what his final change would be. Even with the Ice Heart Reflection, he could only understand the objective situation. He couldn't synthesize the information and make the most accurate judgment in an instant.
When the Warrior Sage transformed into the Celestial Lord of the Thunder Sect and suppressed his heart and mind, he finally made a decision. It wasn't too early, but it wasn't too late either.
His Enemy Heart Freezing Move was crystal clear and solid. Under the might of the Thunder Tribulation, only a few cracks appeared. This allowed Lou Cheng to not need the Confrontation Formula or the Forwarding Formula and not be affected by fear. He calmly moved his shoulders, straightened his knees, and dodged to the side. At the same time, he stirred up a ferocious gust of wind that slammed towards Qian Donglou.
However, at this moment, it was as though there was an invisible rope between him and Qian Donglou. The moment he changed directions, the "connection" tightened. Together with the Warrior Sage, the distance between them decreased instead of increasing.
Pa!
Qian Donglou's heavy left palm suddenly sped up. Purple lightning gathered, illuminating the surroundings that seemed to be the calm before the storm.
A thick bolt of lightning suddenly appeared between the heavens and earth.
At this moment, Lou Cheng had no choice but to ignite the small amount of Emperor Yan Force in his body. In an instant, he changed directions and flew diagonally, making a strange turn.
Bam! Purple lightning swept across, stirring up smoke and dust on the ground. It was bare and cracked.
Qian Donglou didn't raise his arm again. Shifting his center of gravity, he moved his body first and pounced towards Lou Cheng, who had yet to land on the ground. His left palm landed behind him, like a long saber being dragged forward. The tip of the saber rubbed against the ground at high speed, creating a series of sparks.
The appearance of the sparks ignited the already hot air in the surroundings.
Whoosh!
Within a radius of twenty to thirty meters, a single spark started a prairie fire. Crimson flames roiled as Qian Donglou's saber leaped towards Lou Cheng, who was in mid-air.
Since ancient times, lightning strikes were often followed by fire. The Shangqing Sect had deep knowledge in this aspect. The third move of the Thunder Sect was called "Divine Golden Flames." Other than being an explosive technique to squeeze out one's potential, it was also the study of lightning strikes and fire burns.
At this moment, Qian Donglou had cleverly used the Fire Sect battle environment created by the Dragon King.
Crack! The flames in mid-air burned through two high-voltage wires. They swung downwards, dragging bright electric arcs that pierced through the air. They whipped towards Lou Cheng from both sides.
At this critical juncture, Lou Cheng took a deep breath and ignited the second stage.
Boom!
With the explosion of some Emperor Yan Force, he changed his original direction and retreated rapidly, avoiding the Whip of Thunder Punishment and most of the flames. The remaining crimson flames "flowed" over his head, his skin, and his clothes. However, the violence and scorching heat were restrained, like the rain falling in the spring of March.
At this moment, Qian Donglou suddenly paused. He gathered all his momentum at his waist and sank into the ground.
Following which, with a loud bang, his body swung up. Against the cracked ground, he flashed to Lou Cheng's side at lightning speed, taking advantage of the fact that Lou Cheng had almost exhausted all his moves and was in mid-air, where it was difficult for him to exert his strength.
Accompanied by the explosive wind, Qian Donglou straightened his left palm and chopped forward. The rising silvery white light made Lou Cheng's eyes sparkle.
Lou Cheng couldn't care less. He turned sideways, swung his arm, clenched his fist and hammered downwards. The faint purple fireball around him whizzed out.
Bzzt!
Qian Donglou's palm vibrated mysteriously. Like a hot knife cutting butter, he silently split the faint purple fireball into two halves. The halves fell to the surroundings and then exploded.
After the split, he used up all his momentum and retreated with the force of the rebound, causing Lou Cheng's fist to hit empty air.
Bam! The moment he retreated, he stomped on the ground with his right foot. Like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, he fiercely slammed his body sideways.
This was a variation of the second chop. The palm was the knife, the body was the knife. The small knife broke the defense, while the long knife took the life.
Just by looking at these few moves, Qian Donglou was a master in the way of the knife. He wasn't much weaker than the God-Slaying Knife, Lu Yongyuan.
To him, the principles of martial arts were interconnected.
A Knife Sage was a Knife Sage, a Sword Sage was a Sword Sage, and a Fist Sage was a Fist Sage. He was the Warrior Sage of the present age.
The figure in front of Lou Cheng grew larger. Without time to do anything else, he pulled up his arm and formed an ice wall beside him.
Bam!
Amidst the loud collision, there was a cracking sound. Lou Cheng, who didn't have a foothold in midair, flew backwards and crashed into a high-voltage electric pole.
The pole broke. Lou Cheng's butterfly muscles on his back bulged as he borrowed the force of the collision.
In a flash, he nimbly changed his direction and landed in another position. He put his feet together to avoid the electric shock. His arms and the sides of his body were unusually sore. If he hadn't formed the ice wall in time to offset the pain, they would have been fractured.
However, Qian Donglou didn't follow him around and launch another powerful attack as he expected. Instead, he paused for a moment to catch his breath.
This made Lou Cheng feel as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind, illuminating the dark fog.
He came to his senses and realized that he had made a big mistake just now.
In the face of a once-in-a-thousand-years genius, the Warrior Sage of the current generation, and a top-notch expert whose name had resounded in his ears for almost a decade, he had instinctively chosen the cautious approach of minimizing mistakes. He would rather avoid the attack than take the risk.
This had nothing to do with emotions or cowardice, so it wasn't within the range of the Enemy Heart Freezing Move. As a result, it had boosted Qian Donglou's momentum and allowed him to freely display his martial arts skills. He had completely avoided the situation where he was heavily injured and his right arm was broken.
No, I have to pressure him and make him reveal his current condition.
Avoiding the attack was equivalent to disarming himself.
He was heavily injured and couldn't use his right arm. He had lost many of his home-ground advantages. Why couldn't he go head-to-head and finish him off while he was down?
He was human too. He had lost a match before, especially after a fierce battle. What was there to worry about?
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Lou Cheng swung his arm, clenched his fist, and punched forward.
At the same time, all the pores on his back spewed out tiny flames. They penetrated his clothes and propelled him dozens of meters away like a rocket. He punched the face of the Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou, who always gave people the impression of laziness.
Come on, I'm not afraid of you.
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