Nine Nether Dragon Emperor-Chapter 143: You’re Supposed to Seek Revenge, Not Learn Boxing From Your Enemy?!
The Emperor Realm senior was one thing; he had the ability and qualifications.
But that other punk, what gave him the nerve?! Who does he think he is?!
The moment that thought arose, the three men’s faces burned with shame.
A mere youth at the Human Realm of cultivation, yet his combat power is incredibly terrifying! He’s evenly matched with an Emperor Realm senior, clashing powerfully, and he even seems to have the upper hand! This is preposterous!
At first, the three of them thought the senior was holding back, but they quickly realized that each punch he threw was stronger than the last.
In his mind, are the ten of us combined not even a match for this one youth?
The thought infuriated them, but their anger was immediately replaced by dejection.
It’s true... we can’t compare. If that youth had attacked us earlier... we’d all be corpses by now!
"What do we do?" one of them asked the old man via voice transmission.
"We wait and see!" the old man replied.
The senior must still have tricks up his sleeve!
He was hoping they would both end up gravely injured.
"Agreed!" came the immediate responses. Clearly, the other two men had the exact same thought.
And so they waited. What they witnessed was the youth giving the Emperor Realm expert an absolute thrashing. Punch after punch rained down in a truly pathetic sight. For a moment, they forgot that this same youth had slaughtered most of their comrades. Their hatred vanished, replaced by a profound sense of pity.
Finally, the senior erupted in fury. With a great roar, they saw a golden light burst forth from his bulging veins. A terrifying aura and overwhelming Majestic Pressure were suddenly unleashed. Though his suppressed Cultivation had not recovered, he now possessed an indescribable and vast divine might. This was a power no Human Realm Warrior could ever exude.
That half-breed is done for now!
The thought had barely crossed their minds when—
BOOM!
The two fists collided.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The Emperor Realm senior staggered back several steps, but the youth had not moved an inch!
What the hell?! Is this for real?! Is this the same half-breed we know?!
The three men’s eyes bulged in disbelief.
Ning Xuan looked a little disappointed but quickly collected himself. "Still not enough. That’s right, your fists are too weak!"
Hearing this, the three onlookers’ faces went black, and they nearly coughed up blood.
The senior killed several of our comrades with those same fists, and he calls them weak?! Then you tell us, what the hell does a strong fist look like?!
Their minds were about to shatter.
Sun Zhu, however, immediately nodded in agreement. "My fists are derived from observing a tiger’s pounce, a Lion Fights Rabbit, an elephant trampling the heavens... They have raw power, but they lack the finesse of Big Brother’s fists, which blend hardness and softness like stacking waves of clouds..."
Ning Xuan cut off his flattery. "Alright, that’s enough brown-nosing. I’ll teach you."
Ignoring the fact that they had an audience, Ning Xuan earnestly began to explain the secrets of the Impermanence Stacking Fist to Sun Zhu.
At first, the three onlookers were dismissive, but they soon discovered that the seemingly simple principles of the fist technique contained astonishing profundity. Involuntarily, they began to mimic the movements, trying to learn as well.
「On a distant mountaintop.」
Several people lowered their Thousand Mile Mirrors and looked at each other, completely dumbfounded. A young man turned to the youth beside him and asked, "Kong Xia, are you certain those are your Kong Family members?"
Kong Xia’s face was as black as charcoal; he wished the earth would open up and swallow him whole.
You were sent to get revenge, and you’re learning techniques from the enemy?! This is so damn humiliating!
On the young man’s other side, another youth chuckled and answered for him, "One hundred percent! I recognize that old man at the front. His name is Kong Sifang, a member of the Kong Family’s Direct Lineage. The real deal!"
"Sun Yulong, save your sarcasm! Your own brother died at the hands of a Human Realm half-breed. I’m embarrassed for *you*!" Kong Xia did not dare talk back to the first young man, who was from the Wu Family, but he had no fear of Sun Yulong. At this moment, he deeply regretted listening to Kong Sifang. He never should have come here just to curry favor with the Wu Family.
Sun Yulong mocked him relentlessly. "Heh, it seems to me that Kong Qiu died even earlier, no?"
"Kong Qiu was my cousin. He never took his training seriously, always slacked off, and was arrogant. It’s perfectly normal that he was ambushed and killed." Kong Xia had belittled his cousin into utter worthlessness.
Sun Yulong’s eyes narrowed. He suddenly turned to the young man in the center. "Worthy Brother, you’re a Dao Xuan Master. Why not let us witness your Soul Summoning Technique? If Kong Qiu’s soul were to hear what Kong Xia just said, I’m sure he’d weep with gratitude."
Kong Xia’s face went white with fright.
The central youth’s mouth twitched slightly before he stated expressionlessly, "He couldn’t even defeat a Human Realm half-breed. Summoning his soul would be a disgrace."
Kong Xia breathed a sigh of relief.
Sun Yulong nodded, then immediately directed his attention back to the scene below. "Could they have been placed under some Sorcery?"
The youth shook his head and said proudly, "Although I am a Dao Xuan Master, no strange or esoteric arts can escape my sight! Furthermore, there is no Dao Xuan Technique that could accomplish such a thing."
Understanding dawned on Sun Yulong. He lightly slapped his own face and said with a fawning smile, "Listen to me spouting nonsense! Worthy Brother is one of the most talented young Dao Xuan Masters in the Wu Family. What kind of Dao Xuan Technique could possibly fool your eyes!"
The youth could not suppress a pleased expression, but he still shook his head. "You’re too kind. Compared to my elder brother and the Young Master, I, Wu Mian, am still far lacking. But enough of that. The enemy who killed your brother is right there. What are your plans?"
A murderous glint flashed in Sun Yulong’s eyes. Just as he was about to speak, an idea struck him. He turned to Wu Mian and said, "You are our guest from afar. Besides, I’ve long heard that you excel at invention and creation. Perhaps I could trouble you to invent a unique method of death for them?"
Wu Mian was inwardly pleased, but he immediately pouted with disdain. "Two Human Realm half-breeds? They aren’t worthy of me designing a custom death for them. You handle it your way. I’m just here to watch the show."
Sun Yulong nodded.
He then waved his hand, leading a large contingent down the mountain toward them. They had initially suspected an ambush, but after a long period of observation, they were sure there were only two people. Their side, however, had over a dozen experts, and Wu Mian had even brought two other Dao Xuan Masters with him. Even if their opponents were at the Peak of the King Realm, the outcome was certain. That being the case, it was time for a direct, frontal assault.
After a moment’s hesitation, Kong Xia followed as well.
The group made no attempt to hide their auras, and Ning Xuan quickly detected them. To be precise, both Ning Xuan and Sun Zhu had spotted them the moment they appeared on the mountaintop.
But by now, Sun Zhu had entered a state of complete immersion, as had the three Kong Family Martial Artists. Only Ning Xuan could clearly sense the approaching auras.
A flicker of excitement lit up his eyes. And here I was, worrying about not having a decent opponent!
"Kong Sifang, what in the world are you doing?!" Kong Xia’s face turned green with rage as he shouted, seeing his own men still obliviously practicing their fist techniques even as the group drew near.
The four were startled out of their practice and snapped back to their senses.
When Kong Sifang saw Kong Xia, his surprise gave way to a broad, excited smile. He ran over and said, "Xia Xia, quick, come here! I just learned an incredible fist technique! I’ll teach you right..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Kong Xia was so embarrassed he could have died.
SLAP!
Without a word, he struck the old man across the face.
Kong Sifang was stunned.
Behind Kong Xia, Sun Yulong stifled his laughter and whispered to Wu Mian, "What do you think, Brother Wu Mian?"
Wu Mian burst out laughing. "Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating! This trip was well worth it! Well worth it indeed!"
