Chapter 889: Guanyin Hundred Swords
Qi Xuansu lunged forward, closing in to engage the Black Robes in close combat.
He still did not draw Green Cloud and continued to fight barehanded.
Martial Arts Practitioners and Bhikkhus were very similar. Both excelled in physical prowess.
The difference was that Martial Arts Practitioners relied more heavily on their vital blood qi. One could even say they were more pure in focus, whereas Bhikkhus possessed certain traits of Qi Refiners as well, also cultivating innate qi. However, they did not make innate qi their primary reliance like a true Qi Refiner would.
Qi Xuansu’s assault was like a raging storm, every punch accompanied by the whistling roar of explosive air. The black-robed monk focused more on defense than offense. Though he relied on his robust body to avoid showing signs of defeat for the moment, he was inevitably being forced into a disadvantage.
Qi Xuansu threw both fists forward, only for the monk to seize his wrists with both hands, locking them in a stalemate.
At that instant, two more fists sprouted from beneath Qi Xuansu’s ribs, slamming viciously into the monk’s chest and abdomen.
A Martial Arts Practitioner at the Everchanging Realm had absolute control over their flow of blood qi, so it did not surge wildly. Instead, their blood qi became still, like a stagnant pool. The manifested body spirits within the acupoints would remain in a half-dormant, deathlike state without the stimulation of blood qi. This was the only way to ensure that a Martial Arts Practitioner did not unintentionally harm others around them due to leakage of their own blood qi in their daily life.
Once blood qi was channeled into the acupoints, it would fully awaken the body spirits within, unleashing their full power. As such, they could manifest various forms known as the Manly Immortal’s True Form—one of them being the famed “three heads and six arms.”
At this moment, Qi Xuansu simply sprouted two extra arms.
The black-robed monk staggered back, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.
Qi Xuansu moved all four arms in unison. His bones, blood, organs, and flesh shifted and morphed in continuous motion. The sounds of these transformations were clear and unbroken, like the chanting of Daoist mantras. From time to time, with the immense force of his chest and abdomen, he exhaled concentrated bursts of steam, each as sharp as a Qi Refiner’s flying sword.