Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 222, Profound Ice Thirteen Fist
Chapter 222: Chapter 222, Profound Ice Thirteen Fist
Boom!
Just as Ren Xing retreated to the side, Bing Bufan launched his attack. His body stretched out and the blue inch-light on his fist roared like a mad dragon, charging fiercely towards Chu Ming.
Now that Bing Bufan had also broken through to the Fourth Layer of True Dao, the Ice True Qi mixed in his fists was even denser. His attack was three to four times stronger than Ren Xing’s. The ground within three meters around him completely turned into an icy surface, smooth and shiny like a mirror.
Swoosh!
Chu Ming lightly stepped on the ground, and his body flew backward. His long black hair stood on end, and his robe fluttered in the wind. There was a sharp glint in his eyes.
Clink!
The wind waves swept around them, and wherever Bing Bufan’s fists reached, the temperature dropped by dozens of degrees. Drops of moisture in the air fell, splashing countless ice beads.
Chu Ming thrust his sword straight out, the tip aimed directly at the middle of Bing Bufan’s fist. The air shattered and was sliced apart, and the sword light was extremely sharp.
Clink!
A metallic ringing sound echoed as the sword tip collided with Bing Bufan’s Ice Fist, sparking numerous fire sparks, while ice fragments splattered.
Frowning slightly, Chu Ming gained a new appreciation for the hardness of Bing Bufan’s Ice Fist. His sword strike, which could shatter a Yellow Level top-tier weapon, only left countless ice fragments on the Ice Fist.
"It’s useless. My Ice Fist’s defense is comparable to a Yellow Level top-tier Defense Armor. Unless your attack instantly reaches the Ninth Layer of True Dao, you can’t break it."
Bing Bufan’s mouth curled into a slight sneer as he said this lightly, his fist striking toward Chu Ming’s chest.
Clink!
A sudden sword light flashed, exactly blocking Bing Bufan’s Ice Fist. Chu Ming’s arm went numb, and Bing Bufan’s body wobbled slightly.
Clink, clank, clink...
In the following exchanges, Bing Bufan and Chu Ming went back and forth, their Sword Intent and Fist Force continuously blasting through the air. Illusions abounded, and the garden ground constantly collapsed, revealing countless cracks and pits.
"This man is strong!"
In the Black Dragon City camp, Wang Hao, watching Chu Ming’s figure, had a trace of shock in his eyes. In fact, before Chu Ming appeared, the four heroes of Black Dragon had all fought Bing Bufan. However, the result was clear—they were defeated in just ten moves.
"Congratulations, Brother Zhu!"
Xu Yibai looked at Chu Ming with a trace of jealousy in his eyes. Although Bing Bufan was also good, he had no connection to White Dragon City. Chu Ming, however, did. No matter how strong Chu Ming became in the future, the Governor’s Mansion of Black Dragon City could count him as family.
"Hahaha!"
Even Zhu Qianqiu, despite being usually calm, couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps he had once doubted whether it was worth offending Elder Tie Zhu to defend Chu Ming. Now, he felt only satisfaction.
On the field, Bing Bufan and Chu Ming clashed once more, and both retreated three steps. Bing Bufan’s eyes were as bright as stars.
"Earlier, it was you attacking. Now it’s my turn!"
Bing Bufan took a deep breath, exhaling Ice Qi that colored the air.
"Profound Ice Thirteen Fist!"
Boom!
In an instant, Bing Bufan’s fists became dazzling. They were covered in blue light, as blinding as a small blue sun, yet emitting a bone-chilling cold.
"First Punch!"
Like a fierce tiger pouncing down the mountain, the blue light sprang out like a dragon, and Bing Bufan wildly struck at Chu Ming. The spiritual power in the air was drained in an instant, swirling in the airwaves.
Clink!
Chu Ming lightly stepped forward, slicing his sword right into Bing Bufan’s fist. Chu Ming retreated a few steps but remained unfazed.
"Second Punch!"
"Third Punch!"
"Fourth Punch!"
The "Profound Ice Thirteen Fist" had a total of thirteen moves. Though it was only a top-tier Profound Level fist technique, its last few moves were extremely powerful, comparable to low-tier Earth Level Martial Techniques. The final move even approached the power of a middle-tier Earth Level Martial Technique.
The figures of the two warriors continuously crisscrossed, their fists and shadows intertwining, engulfing both Chu Ming and Bing Bufan. Zhu Hongxue watched Chu Ming’s figure, filled with worry.
In an instant, Bing Bufan unleashed ten punches in succession, each stronger than the last, roaring as ferociously as a dragon.
"Eleventh Punch, Ice Profound·Trapped Crocodile Kill!"
Bing Bufan’s body surged, his momentum vast as an ocean. Ice flowed like dragons, his twin fists crashing forward. A massive crocodile phantom rushed at Chu Ming.
"Blood Sea Burial Flower!"
Chu Ming shifted his stance, transforming into a concentrated gust of wind, splitting into eight white silhouettes. Each silhouette held a crimson, eerie flower.
Swoosh!
Simultaneously, eight crimson flowers wrapped around the blue crocodile phantom, the Slaughter Realm intensely strong, as sharp as swords.
Slash!
The petals of the eight eerie flowers slowly closed, drenching the area with the aura of slaughter, their petals like sharp blades stabbing at the phantom.
Crack! Crack!
With each closing of the petals, cracking sounds echoed from the crocodile phantom, incredibly crisp.
Boom!
Only three flowers closed, and the blue crocodile phantom shattered completely. The remaining five flowers enveloped Bing Bufan.
"Twelfth Punch, Profound Ice·Dragon Slayer Strike!"
"Thirteenth Punch, Profound Ice·World-obliterating Shards!"
Bing Bufan roared lowly, his body dashed forward, throwing two punches simultaneously. One was stronger than the next, with faint sonic booms in the air. Especially the final punch; it was astonishing, like a giant mountain crushing everyone’s hearts, subtly influencing their emotions.
Splurt!
The Twelfth Punch shattered the remaining five eerie blood flowers into spiritual power fragments, disappearing into the air. The last punch followed closely behind like a meteor, the blue light as fierce as a dragon, crashing towards Chu Ming.
Whoosh!
Chu Ming exhaled lightly, seeing the overbearing Fist Force. He expanded his body, and the Qi swords in his Dantian were all released.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Like ten thousand swords assembling, countless Qi swords stood behind Chu Ming, their blades emitting a cold and sharp glow. The entire garden was completely covered with sword shadows in an instant.
"This is..."
Everyone around was dumbstruck, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the myriad Qi swords. Even a casual Qi sword in the air could easily kill them all!
"How can it be?!"
Zhao Wuhai’s face was pale as he looked at Chu Ming’s tall figure, filled with disbelief. Half a month ago, he had just fought against Chu Ming. At that time, Chu Ming was only slightly stronger than him, but now he was far, far behind.
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