Chapter 189 - 183: Calamities Sometimes Do Come to an End
As Yuan Hong faced off against the Great Emperor Qinghua, he aimed to break through the shackles of a Daluo Golden Immortal and achieve the status of Primordial Golden Immortal through combat.
Indeed, Yuan Hong truly lived up to his reputation as the Great General, but how could one tell? There are praises as proof, "Golden Battle Armor and Cloud Piercing Boots, the Golden Armor shining brightly that dazzles the sight, the Cloud Piercing Boots chasing clouds and racing the sun; a jade belt inlaid with gold holds the Heaven-reaching Rod, the belt like a giant serpent coiling, the rod’s might akin to a Divine Dragon ascending to heaven. On the Ancient Battlefield, he exerts his fame, the legacy of the Divine Monkey General will pass down through eons. Master of Staff Technique for twelve hundred thousand years, today he fights Qinghua with pride on display!"
Due to Wukong’s rapid rise, the figure of General Yuan had been forgotten by many. Today, after consecutive battles without rest, he was once again going to fight a Great Emperor from the Heavenly Court, truly a display of indefatigable spirit! This was the pride of General Yuan, who had survived the Ancient Battlefield; naturally, he should have such pride!
Great Emperor Qinghua said coldly, "If you lose, don’t say I bullied the weak with my strength!"
Yuan Hong let out a strange laugh and said, "Bullied the weak? When I was born, I’m afraid your mother hadn’t even been born yet. Dare to call me, Yuan, young?"
Great Emperor Qinghua, enraged, drew his Pure Yang Sword and charged forward furiously, unleashing his Sword Technique, resulting in hundreds of sword auras flashing.
Yuan Hong was not the least bit afraid; these basic techniques had long been thoroughly mastered by him. His rod could counter any of the eighteen types of weapons and any cold weapon. After twelve hundred thousand years of refining his techniques, it’s said that the older one gets, the wiser one becomes. But who could be older than twelve hundred thousand years? Hence, Yuan Hong’s accumulation of experience was truly terrifying. He was trapped within the Mountain and Rivers Sheji Map and spent his days honing his Staff Technique and the techniques of other weapons.
An old saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch riskier." The Pure Yang Sword in Great Emperor Qinghua’s hands was only three feet seven inches long, while the rod in Yuan Hong’s hands was more than six feet long. Naturally, Yuan Hong would not let Qinghua come close, merely wielding his rod to deflect each sword aura and retreating slowly, pushing his rod forward to target the weakness of Qinghua’s shorter sword, thrusting straight at Qinghua’s chest.
Great Emperor Qinghua was shocked; this monkey’s Staff Technique was incredibly formidable. His own sequence of Swordsmanship had failed to injure Yuan Hong in the slightest and, instead, he had been pushed into a disadvantage with a single move.