I Can Strengthen Infinitely-Chapter 72 - 66: Great Vajra Palm

Li Tianle fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly compelling himself to focus his spirit. Now he realized that Qin Yuesheng was definitely not an uneducated brat, but a martial artist of the Outer Forging Realm.

The opponent single-handedly executed ten skilled fighters sent by his master. Li Tianle knew he could achieve that too, but it wouldn’t be as easily or quickly as Qin Yuesheng.

At this point, escape was not an option. In a life-and-death struggle, fear is most forbidden; whoever hesitates is already defeated before the battle begins.

Li Tianle grabbed a handful of arrows from the quiver and placed them all on the bowstring, as many as seven.

Hundred-Step Piercing Archery - Final Form - Seven Eagles Chasing the Sun!

Buzzzz!!!

When Li Tianle released his grip, the whole bow emitted a buzzing sound. Though the seven cold beams weren’t as brilliant as a long rainbow penetrating the sun, they carried considerable might.

Qin Yuesheng swung the Mountain-Crushing Tyrant Saber to shatter arrows, but when the Evil-Subduing Saber collided with the first arrow, the whole arrow suddenly exploded, unleashing vigorous force that slightly numbed the palm of Qin Yuesheng’s hand.

But that was only the beginning.

Following closely behind, six arrows arrived one after another at such rapid speed it was mesmerizing.

Qin Yuesheng could only manage to cut down three arrows, as the remaining three all penetrated his body, their feathers fiercely vibrating, stirring his wounds.

"These arrows are unusual," Qin Yuesheng said in disbelief, touching his wound.

According to his Outer Forging Realm status, ordinary arrows should not break his skin. Li Tianle managed it, not only with his fierce and powerful archery skills but also because the material of the arrows was exceptional.

Li Tianle drew the bow again. As Qin Yuesheng speculated, his arrows were indeed not ordinary.

The main specialty was on the arrowheads.

They were forged from an expensive fine iron that had powerful destructive impact on breaking through the bodies of martial artists in the Outer Forging Realm. Wealthy martial artists often choose to purchase a few to melt and forge into their weapons’ sharp edges.

Some even went as far as to use this fine iron as raw material to forge an entire weapon, which was indeed quite extravagant.

Besides this expensive fine iron, there are many celestial materials and earthly treasures, including mineral and plant types, that can be forged into weapons with strong armor-piercing abilities.

Many famous divine weapons in legends, known in the hands of martial arts giants, are crafted this way.

It’s rumored that Ancestor Damo once found a block of Ten Thousand Year Cold Crystal Marrow deep in the northern snowy tundra, later crafting it into a Cold Crystal Golden Hooped Rod and bestowing it to a destined visitor offering incense at Damo Temple.

That individual later made a renowned name in the martial world using this weapon, showing how having a top-tier weapon is crucial for martial artists.

Seeing Qin Yuesheng wounded under his arrows, Li Tianle calmly drew more arrows from the quiver and launched repeated volleys at Qin Yuesheng.

His archery was highly diverse, with twin-arrow and triple-arrow shooting readily at hand, effortlessly done, and maintaining high precision, making it very challenging.

Having suffered once, Qin Yuesheng naturally wouldn’t give Li Tianle another chance. His blade skill cut across swiftly, like a windmill, cleaving all arrows Li Tianle shot, preventing him from closing in.

Soon Qin Yuesheng forcedly closed in on Li Tianle using the Spiritual Swallow Body Skill. This guy’s lightweight skill wasn’t bad, constantly dodging and pulling away from Qin Yuesheng to keep some distance while continuing his shooting, a rare sight in mobile archery.

However, this meant Li Tianle’s accuracy reduced significantly, with much less power than before. Qin Yuesheng suddenly infused True Qi wildly, making the Mountain-Crushing Tyrant Saber emit abundant blade energy, greatly increasing its power invisibly.

Li Tianle never imagined Qin Yuesheng possessing such measures. In a moment of neglect, his left palm was directly severed by a blade energy, bleeding profusely.

Without his left palm, an archer is like a wolf with broken fangs, significantly diminishing in threat. Qin Yuesheng reached for the opponent’s throat, intending to capture Li Tianle and force from him who sent him to assassinate him and Su Lanyin.

Aside from excelling in archery, Li Tianle was also a martial artist in the Outer Forging Realm focusing on bone forging and wouldn’t lose all battle capabilities from losing one hand.

He struck out with a single palm, the forceful palm being remarkably fierce. Qin Yuesheng adjusted his claw move mid-way, firmly gripping the back of Li Tianle’s palm, then transformed the grip into a capture, pulling and jerking, instantly dislocating Li Tianle’s entire arm.

The Evil-Subduing Saber rested against the opponent’s neck. Staring at the black cloth covering Li Tianle’s face, Qin Yuesheng calmly asked, "Speak, who are you?"

"Ordered to kill, nothing else to say."

"On whose orders?"

Li Tianle remained silent. Qin Yuesheng fiercely tore off his mask, revealing a very unfamiliar face that Qin Yuesheng had never seen before.

"You don’t plan to tell me here, do you? Fine, we’ll go to the yamen to talk." Qin Yuesheng punched Li Tianle unconscious and directly dragged his body towards Cyan Yang City’s yamen.

Leaving behind the terrified townspeople and the streets full of corpses.

Seeing the two leave, the young man stopped his pen and paper, muttering to himself, "This person’s strength exceeds Li Tianle by far, and is higher by several degrees. The black saber in his hand, according to my humble opinion, is no ordinary item, worthy of occupying a spot on the Jiangnan Hundred Soldiers List."

With that, he resumed writing.

"Name unknown, palm skill, lightweight skill, and blade skill are all exceptionally outstanding, executing ten people as casually as drinking and feasting. In my humble capacity, I temporarily name the saber ’Black Rakshasa.’"

He dried the ink, returned his writings to a bamboo backpack, patted his sleeve, and left the place resolutely.

Just as he had appeared abruptly, he left quietly, completely unnoticed by anyone, this young Daoist behaving strangely.

...

Flood Dragon Gang Headquarters.

Xiao Jiaolong looked solemnly at the mysterious visitor standing three zhang away.

The other was only wearing a tunic, with a striking black dragon tattoo on his body.

Usually, no one dared to intrude into the Flood Dragon Gang by themselves; this person before him was the first Xiao Jiaolong had encountered in years.

The kind of person who would do such a thing is either stupid or strong, and from the way this person silently bypassed all the guards to appear before him, he should be the latter.

Xiao Jiaolong cupped his fists and said, "I am Xiao Jiaolong, Gang Leader of the Flood Dragon Gang. May I know your name and why you have intruded into our headquarters at night?"

Wang Meng clenched his fists, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "I’ve come just to take your life. Dead men don’t need to know too much."

"What arrogance." Xiao Jiaolong sneered with his arms folded, then pointed at Wang Meng: "It seems your mind isn’t clear. I’ll take it down and use it as a urinal and wash it with urine."

Bam!

The two moved simultaneously, leaping out in a flash, truly as quick as a fleeting glimpse, and in the blink of an eye, they were engaged in a fight.

Xiao Jiaolong’s large palms were like fan leaves, broad and thick, with calluses hard as stones, honed through over twenty years of rigorous training in palm technique. His palms struck out with an amazing form, carrying the weight of thunder and a force like a rainbow.

Wang Meng was no slouch either, his iron fists hammering forth, taking a path of fierce and powerful force.

Bam!

As fists and palms met, a shocking rumble echoed repeatedly, creating a grand spectacle.

Xiao Jiaolong looked at the opponent incredulously, a thought swiftly emerging in his mind.

A master!

Upon first contact, he felt the strength of his opponent’s fists. Xiao Jiaolong’s strength was eleven hundred jin, which, in the language of Jianghu, is called the strength of a horse.

But even so, he had to admit that Wang Meng’s strength far surpassed his own.

Wang Meng’s twin fists were like hammers, striking directly at every part of Xiao Jiaolong, attacking like a storm.

Xiao Jiaolong’s ’Thousand Waves Palm’ was just as formidable. Initially ordinary in form, when layered with force, it erupted with astonishing power.

The palm force was like a torrent of river waves, with each subsequent palm stronger than the last, with unimaginable power.

Both had attained outer forging perfection, their bodies strong, their vitality like furnaces, the intensity of the fight ever-increasing, causing the gray stones in the courtyard to crack and scatter countless fragments.

Soon enough, the commotion attracted nearby guards. When they saw the gang leader fighting an equally matched opponent, they were shocked, not knowing which master was coming to provoke them.

Great Vajra Palm!

After over a dozen exchanges, Wang Meng suddenly changed his tactics, switching from fists to palms, meeting Xiao Jiaolong’s palm, and Xiao Jiaolong’s face changed instantly. Without time to react, he was sent flying, crashing into a beam.

"Ugh!" Xiao Jiaolong held his wrist, incredulously saying, "Great Vajra Palm? Impossible, how do you know the martial arts of Damo Temple?"

"Ugh!"

Before his words were finished, he vomited blood continuously, having suffered significant internal injuries from that one blow by Wang Meng.

The Great Vajra Palm is one of the seventy-two top-tier martial arts of Damo Temple, its power unparalleled, incomparable to ordinary martial arts.

The ’Thousand Waves Palm’ that Xiao Jiaolong learned was only a third-rate martial art exchanged from the Twelve Linked Rings, completely incomparable to the Great Vajra Palm.

"Quite knowledgeable." Wang Meng tucked a lock of hair behind his ear: "Enough talk, none of the other members of the Flood Dragon Gang will be harmed, I only want your life, you can rest easy now."

Xiao Jiaolong secretly gathered his strength: "I have no enmity with you, why do you want to kill me?"

"No particular reason, just wanting to send you down to accompany someone."

"Who?" Xiao Jiaolong frowned.

Wang Meng walked toward Xiao Jiaolong with big strides: "My beloved brother."

Seeing him raise his right palm, with the intent to strike, Xiao Jiaolong shouted, sending out a palm strike, choosing to strike first for the initiative.

"Stubbornly refusing to die."

But Wang Meng gave him no chance to counter, immediately hitting Xiao Jiaolong on the crown with a palm strike.

The power of the Great Vajra Palm was such that it instantly shattered Xiao Jiaolong’s skull, blood gushing from his seven orifices, and his eyes turned a deep crimson from the blood filling them.

Holding onto Xiao Jiaolong’s skull, preventing his corpse from falling, Wang Meng looked up to the sky, exhaling: "Second brother, this fellow killed you miserably, and until now, you couldn’t even find out who the enemy was. Killing him now is finally avenging you and venting our anger."

With one punch, he embedded Xiao Jiaolong’s corpse into the beam, watching as it hung there, finally satisfied with his departure.

Leaving behind the stunned members of the Flood Dragon Gang, who stood around in bewilderment.