My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 134 - : Encounter with a Strong Enemy!

The Liang Family’s second young master said coldly, "I only let you get the upper hand before because I hadn’t brought Master Tan with me. Otherwise, do you really think you could be my opponent? How laughable!"

"So you’ve brought an expert?" Yang Qi said with a smile.

"That’s right. I’ll give you a chance now," the Liang Family’s second young master scoffed. "Kneel here, apologize to me, and then cripple your own Martial Arts. Do that, and I might spare your life!" He was being utterly condescending. Perhaps in his eyes, the Master Tan he mentioned could defeat Yang Qi with ease.

"Sorry, but I don’t make a habit of kneeling to others, nor do I intend to cripple my Martial Arts," Yang Qi stated indifferently.

"Heh, it seems you’ve been offered a toast but refuse to drink. Since you won’t listen, don’t blame me for being ruthless!" The Liang Family’s second young master sneered. "Master Tan, cripple him first. I’ll deal with him properly after that!"

He knew he was no match for Yang Qi, and since he was already injured, he certainly wasn’t going to fight himself.

"Yes!"

Master Tan walked toward Yang Qi. The Liang Family’s second young master, meanwhile, sat on the roof of the car as if the scenery were particularly fine. He lit a cigarette, eager to watch the spectacle of Yang Qi’s humiliation.

Master Tan glanced at Yang Qi and said with disdain, "Boy, don’t think you can be so arrogant just because you know a few moves. In front of this old man, you’re nothing!"

"Is that so? Then I look forward to experiencing your true skills!"

Against Ning Que, I was at a disadvantage but still won in the end. Ning Que was a Great Grandmaster, while this man is merely a Martial Arts Master, a whole level below. The power gap is enormous. I refuse to believe I can’t win.

Observing Yang Qi’s confidence, Master Tan suddenly laughed. "A newborn calf doesn’t fear the tiger. Today, I’ve finally seen it for myself."

BOOM!

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, flaring up nearly a meter high until it was visible to the naked eye. Yang Qi felt tremendous pressure. Although he was also a Martial Arts Master, he was only at the introductory level. This man, however, was a Master at the peak of Perfection. Their auras were naturally on different levels. Had this been his first such encounter, Yang Qi might have been afraid. But having already fought a Great Grandmaster, he felt no fear.

"Interesting. You can feel my aura and still aren’t afraid. Then let’s fight. Die!"

Master Tan suddenly made his move, a palm strike thundering toward Yang Qi. The wind from his palm was piercingly cold, its immense power palpable. Yang Qi didn’t dodge. Instead, he circulated his Spiritual Power and launched a palm strike of his own.

BOOM!

The two palm winds collided, stirring up a whirlwind. Yang Qi was forced back four or five steps, his arm trembling.

Damn, he’s strong! As expected of a Master at the peak of Perfection. With my current strength, I’m no match for him in a head-on clash! Yang Qi mused. But instead of being deterred, he grew even more excited. If his opponent weren’t this strong, the fight would be boring.

"Interesting. You managed to block my strike. Take another!"

Master Tan’s brow twitched. He had expected to crush Yang Qi with a single blow and realized he had underestimated the boy. Atop the car, the Liang Family’s second young master was also stunned that Master Tan had failed to take his opponent down in one move. This was completely unexpected.

BOOM!

Master Tan attacked again, his strike seemingly even more potent than before.

The old bastard wasn’t even using his full strength before. Yang Qi clenched his teeth. If I want to hone my combat abilities, I have to meet force with force! He threw both fists out, once again colliding with his opponent’s attack. This time, he was sent flying a good seven or eight meters, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Thrilling!"

Yang Qi hadn’t used any Mystical Skills, relying purely on physical confrontation. Though he was on the losing end, it was all the more exhilarating.

"Eh?"

Master Tan was even more surprised. The boy had blocked two of his attacks in a row, and though injured, the wounds were only minor.

"Master Tan, stop playing around!" the Liang Family’s second young master called out, growing impatient as he saw the fight dragging on.

Master Tan took a deep breath. He had planned to win with ordinary attacks, but now it seemed that wouldn’t be enough. His aura suddenly shifted, and his hand movements became strange and deliberate.

If I’m not mistaken, this must be a formal Martial Arts technique. The more profound the technique, the harder it is to defend against, and it can even amplify the user’s power.

After more than a dozen exchanges, Yang Qi was gradually becoming overwhelmed. His opponent’s techniques were profound, and as someone on the path of Immortal Cultivation, he was completely unfamiliar with formal Martial Arts. He was naturally at a disadvantage.

Inside the car, Lin Qingxuan looked anxious. Although she didn’t understand Martial Arts, her perception was exceptionally keen, and she could clearly see that Yang Qi was losing.

"Miss, should I intervene?" Uncle Jian asked, having arrived and now standing beside the car.

"Not yet," Lin Qingxuan replied, glancing at Yang Qi’s expression. He was clearly relishing the fight, his face filled with excitement. It didn’t seem appropriate for Uncle Jian to step in right now.

"Ptui!" Yang Qi spat a mouthful of bloody saliva. Cultivators are a special existence. Maybe I should learn some Martial Artist techniques to avoid exposing my true identity?

With this thought, he stopped clashing head-on. Instead, he used his nimble movement technique to dodge Master Tan’s successive attacks, focusing on his opponent’s every motion to learn them by observation. The Martial Arts technique Master Tan was using was the Fierce Tiger Palm. The wind from his palms was fierce and domineering, and each move was incredibly powerful. The Fierce Tiger Palm had thirty-six forms in total, each with subtle variations. When used in combination, their effect was even greater.

Another dozen exchanges passed, and Master Tan still hadn’t managed to land a single hit on Yang Qi. I have a Wind Control Talisman on my leg, which makes my speed incredible. This is almost like cheating. As a Cultivator, I have a natural advantage over a Martial Artist.

"Damn it!" Master Tan was enraged. It was truly humiliating that a Master at the peak of Perfection like himself couldn’t take down a mere brat. The Liang Family’s second young master was also fuming with discontent.

"Kid, don’t think you’re the only one skilled in movement techniques!"

In the next instant, Master Tan vanished from before Yang Qi. When he reappeared, he was already behind him, his terrifying Fierce Tiger Palm striking directly at Yang Qi’s back. If that blow landed, Yang Qi would be severely injured, if not killed!

Yang Qi quickly threw out a Detonator Talisman. It exploded between them, blasting them both backward.

I’m still too weak, after all, Yang Qi thought. If I could just reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, I could defeat this old man easily without resorting to Mystical Skills or Spirit Talismans. But as I am now, it’s impossible. Unless I use my Mystical Skills, winning will be very difficult.

"So this is what you rely on? Cheap tricks!" Master Tan sneered, wiping the soot from his face. "You called our young master trash, but you’re nothing more than trash yourself! Now, I’ll send you on your way!"

"Heh, you old codger have some nerve," Yang Qi retorted sarcastically. "You’re seventy or eighty years old, and I’ve only been cultivating for about a month. You still haven’t been able to kill me after all this time. You’re the real trash!"