Eternal Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 295 - 285: Holding Back a Big Move

"Someone wants to challenge me?" Soon after, a young man came out.

He looked to be about 25 or 26 years old, of average build, and had a plain face that would not stand out in a crowd.

"Senior Brother Han, it’s these two," someone said, pointing at Chu Hao and Luo Ping.

"Hmm?" Han Tao turned his gaze to Chu Hao and Luo Ping; Luo Ping was naturally overlooked by him, his attention was mainly on Chu Hao, but after sensing that Chu Hao’s cultivation was only at the Single-Meridian Martial Sect level, he immediately showed disdain and confusion.

A Single-Meridian Martial Sect wanting to challenge him? But why would the other party dare to do so?

Han Tao couldn’t understand it. Could it be that Chu Hao, like himself, had cultivated some secret technique to conceal his cultivation? But the other was barely in his twenties, how strong could he be? Especially since he was with Luo Ping.

Luo Ping’s capabilities were clear to him, his martial arts talent was only slightly above average, and he could not be called a genius.

As the saying goes, "birds of a feather flock together." How talented could someone associated with Luo Ping be?

Besides, even if Chu Hao had also cultivated a technique to hide his cultivation, that would make him at best a Three-Meridians Martial Sect, on par with himself. Why should he be afraid?

With this thought, Han Tao’s apprehension disappeared completely, and he proudly said, "Luo Ping, your injuries have healed and you wish to spar with me again?"

Luo Ping was immediately furious. The other had two more meridians in his cultivation than he did, what kind of sparring was that? Shameless.

Chu Hao smiled slightly and said, "This time, I’m the one coming to spar with you."

"You?" Han Tao knew clearly that Luo Ping wouldn’t come here today without relying on the person beside him. He was just teasing Luo Ping a moment ago. Seeing the main character answer him, Han Tao chuckled and said, "And who might you be?"

"He is my Senior Brother," Chu Hao said, pointing at Luo Ping.

That was indeed true. During their time in the Yunliu Sect, Luo Ping had always been Chu Hao’s Senior Brother for over a year. Thus, even though Chu Hao’s cultivation had surpassed Luo Ping, he still did not change his manner of address, just as he had always called Fu Xue ’Senior Sister.’

But Han Tao was unaware of this. Hearing Chu Hao actually call Luo Ping ’Senior Brother,’ his heart was filled with nothing but contempt.

After all this fuss, it turned out he was really just a Single-Meridian Martial Sect—otherwise, why would he call Luo Ping, a good-for-nothing, ’Senior Brother?’ As far as they were concerned, these disciples ranked according to cultivation, not age.

If your cultivation is low, even if you’re a hundred years old, you still have to properly call a young whippersnapper ’Senior Brother.’

"Since you want to spar with me, then I shall reluctantly enlighten you," Han Tao said arrogantly.

"Make way, everyone, make way," shouted a busybody, prompting the crowd to retreat quickly, making space for Chu Hao and Han Tao to fight.

"Senior Brother Han, beat him to a pulp!" someone yelled.

Chu Hao was unfamiliar, probably not just an ordinary disciple, and since he was with Luo Ping, there was a big chance that he was also a True Disciple. It was believed that both must have gotten their positions through connections; otherwise, how could two such incompetent individuals qualify as True Disciples?

This naturally aroused their jealousy.

"Right, beat him to a pulp!"

"Lao Tzu hates those who rely on connections the most."

"Heh, isn’t it true that Senior Brother Zhong quite likes ’backdoor’ dealings?"

"Haha, this pretty boy isn’t bad looking. I’ll reluctantly ’open the back door’ for him," some shouted, with some lewd individuals spewing vulgarities.

Chu Hao’s gaze turned icy as he looked at those few people, his right hand forming a blade gesture as he struck from a distance with a palm strike.

Whoosh, Crescent Slash was executed, swift and peerless.

He was now a Nine-Meridians Martial Sect, and none of these ordinary disciples had reached the level of Warrior, let alone a Nine-Meridians breakthrough or existence. How could they withstand his wrathful strike?

Smack smack smack smack, those few were immediately sent flying by the Crescent Slash, spewing blood while still in midair, and when they landed with a thud, they were already knocked out.

This was Chu Hao holding back. Otherwise, what would it take to kill a few martial masters with one strike?

"Bastards!"

"Daring to act so violently in our territory, asking for a beating."

"Such audacity!"

The strike also caused all the ordinary disciples to explode with indignation. How dare someone commit violence in public, it was outright disrespectful. But they did not consider that if those few hadn’t spoken obscenities first, why would Chu Hao have struck them in anger?

People always tend to look at issues from their perspective, they only saw Chu Hao and Luo Ping challenging them on their ground, attacking others unprovoked, which was of course a grave provocation to them.

"Senior Brother Han!"

"Senior Brother Han!"

They shouted Han Tao’s name one after another, hoping that the Martial Sect would make a move and give Chu Hao a good thrashing.

—Most of them were just martial masters, and among those struck and sent flying just now, there were two Eight-Meridians martial masters. If even Eight-Meridians could not handle a single blow, how could they dare to challenge on their own?

Therefore, they could only pin their hopes on Han Tao.

Amidst the thunderous calls, Han Tao couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, as if he were not just a mere disciple, but a distinguished True Disciple above others. He proudly nodded and said, "You reckless fiend, daring to act fierce in front of me, how could I spare you."

"Not bad, Senior Brother Han,"

"Today, we must teach this guy a profound lesson."

"Go!"

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

With a pressing gesture, Han Tao said, "Quiet down, everyone. Don’t disrupt the fight. Otherwise, if someone loses, they’ll surely claim they were distracted and stubbornly refuse to admit defeat."

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Han’s words are wise," the crowd laughed but quickly fell silent, and soon there was nothing but the quiet sound of steady breathing.

Looking proudly at Chu Hao, Han Tao said, "Make your move. I can let you have three moves."

Heh, I’m just an ordinary disciple, and you, a True Disciple, are letting me have three moves? Aren’t you losing face? Just tell me, aren’t you losing face?

Chu Hao, of course, didn’t get angry with such a petty person. Instead, he smiled and said, "Then thank you."

Immediately, snorts of disdain echoed around them. Was this guy really a True Disciple? How could he be so shameless? However, since Han Tao had called for silence before, they were merely whispering now.

Han Tao thought Chu Hao was somewhat silly, but at the same time, his anger surged even more.

—How could such a fool become a True Disciple when he was still just an ordinary one? It was downright absurd!

He hated it, he resented it, he couldn’t accept it!

But what could he do? The other had connections, after all.

Malice flickered in Han Tao’s eyes. If he couldn’t become a True Disciple, then he’d take his frustrations out on this one.

"Make your move!" He gestured to Chu Hao with a crook of his finger. Since he’d promised to let his opponent have three moves, he surely wouldn’t go back on his word in front of an audience.

Chu Hao chuckled and mockingly began to circulate his Cultivation Technique, seemingly preparing to unleash a big move right from the start.

Generally speaking, the more powerful the big move, the longer it takes to prepare. But in a fight, who would give you so much time to get ready? You would’ve been killed hundreds of times already.

Yet Chu Hao was shamelessly using the fact that Han Tao said he would let him have three moves to prepare his big move without retaliation. That was utterly despicable.

I’ve never seen such a shameless True Disciple.

Han Tao too was both shocked and enraged, but then he thought since the other person was only a Single-Meridian Martial Sect, how powerful could a carefully prepared big move be? In general, a big move can unleash ten to even twenty times the power, and its killing ability is indeed incredibly terrifying – how else could it be called a big move?

But he was of the Three Meridians, a full nine times more powerful than the Single-Meridian. Even if he took a head-on blow with ten times the power, he would only be slightly worse off.

Such a small gap was not enough to affect him.

Come on then, I’ll take your three big moves and then defeat you, leaving you with no excuses.

Han Tao stood arrogantly, with the air of a true expert.

Everyone was watching Chu Hao gearing up for his big move – one second, two seconds, three seconds. Time quietly passed, and the crowd’s expressions went from initial disdain and contempt to seriousness, before starting to turn pale.

Because they could all sense that the power Chu Hao was concentrating in his hands was incredibly terrifying, as if a single strike could destroy heaven and earth.

Han Tao, taking the brunt of it, was naturally even more terrified, regretting in his heart that he shouldn’t have agreed to let his opponent have three moves. Otherwise, he could have attacked by now to interrupt Chu Hao, not having to worry about how to handle the incoming move.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, fifty seconds.

The power accumulating in Chu Hao’s hands grew stronger and stronger, strong enough that Han Tao began sweating profusely.

This power was far beyond that of the Three Meridians.

A typical big move might require a preparation time of two or three seconds at most, but Chu Hao had already been charging for a full minute and was still accumulating power. If measured proportionally, the power would have naturally increased dozens of times.

Damn, damn, damn, I should never have boasted and given him a chance for a big move.

A one-minute prepared big move, unimaginable power.

"Here it comes!" Chu Hao cried out softly as he pushed his hands forward, and a terrifying force immediately moved towards Han Tao, but its speed was not fast, as if there was tremendous resistance in the air.

The strike was aimed directly at Han Tao.

Han Tao was drenched in sweat. He could tell himself very clearly that if he took this move head-on, it would be life or death!

Which is more important, face or life?

Obviously.

Seeing the force bearing down on him, he finally made up his mind and rolled off to the side like a rolling donkey.

Boom, the force struck, shaking the ground with violent tremors, and then spiderweb-like cracks appeared, extending in all directions. Then with a thunderous roar, the ground where the force had hit collapsed, revealing a massive pit ten zhang in diameter and three zhang deep.

Hiss. Witnessing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

You see, the ground here was reinforced. These disciples often sparred here, but at most, they made some small pits – nothing as exaggerated as this.

This guy... could he be pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)