Chapter 352 - 111: Foreigner
Boss Qiu leaped through the forest like flying, covering several feet in a flash. Having grown up in the wilderness, he felt an inexplicable closeness to such a place.
Even if others criticized his lightweight skill as lacking, his speed remained astonishingly fast.
The snakes, insects, wild beasts, trees, and vines all seemed to anticipate his arrival, paving the way ahead of him.
Allowing him to pass unimpeded.
"Swish!"
His figure flashed, suddenly pausing.
He saw a figure appear on the trunk ahead. This person wore nondescript clothes, a bizarre mask, with hands behind his back, looking down with indifferent eyes.
The opponent’s body lacked any presence, like a dead branch or a corpse, yet it made Boss Qiu feel a sense of foreboding, instinctively gripping his iron staff tightly.
"Spare others when you can."
Fang Zheng spoke slowly:
"Why persist in your pursuit?"
"Hmph!" Boss Qiu snorted coldly, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and his whole body soared into the air, swinging his iron staff down forcefully:
"Pretending to be something you’re not, come down here!"
The staff struck the empty space, the visible Qi force rippling like water, enveloping within ten feet of Fang Zheng.
"Boom..."
The Qi force roared, the trunk shattered violently.
And the figure in the tree appeared on the side of another tree.
So fast!
Boss Qiu’s eyes narrowed, his movements not hesitating as he stepped on the trunk and soared up again, his long spear swiftly striking, the goose egg thick staff thrusting towards Fang Zheng’s throat.
The iron staff was not a divine weapon, but forged from solid iron, incredibly heavy, that adult men might not even lift it.
Yet in his hands, it was as light as straw.
The moment it came, before the staff arrived, the sharp whistle came first, Fang Zheng even felt a stinging pain in his throat, his breathing stagnated, even his True Qi circulation became sluggish.
"Good!"
He let out a low exclamation, raising his hand to intercept.
This interception, seeming simple, was a blocking technique in staff techniques, but using the hand as a staff to resist solid iron required both boldness and a robust physique.
"Peng!"
An arm collided with the staff, a gale suddenly arose at the point of contact, eerie howling was heard, like ghosts crying and howling, both landed on the ground simultaneously.
After landing, Fang Zheng advanced, swinging his single arm, stabbing obliquely toward the opponent’s head.
This stab he used was surprisingly also a staff technique.
His body followed the swing of his arm, as if it had grown considerably, his feet propped up, bones rattling, spine straightened, his entire body leaning forward.
Using the hand to lead the body, as if a powerful arrow.
Boss Qiu’s heart thumped wildly, hurriedly intercepting with the staff horizontally.
"Peng!"
Fang Zheng’s fist struck the staff, the tremendous force like a giant hammer on his chest, blocking Boss Qiu’s breath.
The next moment.
Heavy shadows of fists fell like a violent storm, colliding continuously with the staff, fists and staff contact even sparked.
"Ah!"
Boss Qiu’s eyes turned red, howling at the sky, but unable to counter the opponent’s fierce strength and astonishing speed; even forcing his best efforts he was driven backward repeatedly.
"Peng!"
The surging Fist Force suddenly condensed, Fang Zheng stood, fist clenched, while Boss Qiu’s feet plowed two trenches several feet long on the ground.
Stopping, his hands gripping the staff trembled uncontrollably.
At the same time.
Yang Huai, armed with a long spear, was already engaged in a fierce battle with Fang Zheng.
His long spear transformed into afterimages, whistling through the air, the spearhead trembling back and forth, red tassels flying everywhere, stabbing, swing-striking, using every possible move.
"BANG!"
Like a snake lashing its tail, the spear tip on the ground suddenly picked up, stabbing upwards at Fang Zheng’s chin.
"Hmph!"
Fang Zheng snorted, body as firm as a pine, single fist striking down from above.
Exploring Horse Spear!
His body like a spear shaft, fist like a spear tip, his fists directly attacking the incoming spear body, mighty force collapsing the attacking momentum, seizing the opportunity to approach closely.
Retreating Horse Spear!
Thrusting Horse Spear!
Yin Talisman Spear!
Numerous spear techniques learned in modern society, wielded continuously in his hand, only to see fist shadows flashing, abruptly gathering.
"Peng!"
Yang Huai’s face turned pale, retreating repeatedly while gripping the spear until he fiercely thrust it into the stone behind him to barely stop his retreat.
Within a few breaths during the clash, he already fell into disadvantage.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
The Buddhist chant resounded, a monk clad in a Kasaya appeared at the scene, raising one hand upright in front of his body, the other palm striking forward:
"This humble monk comes to learn your great skills, benefactor."
The incoming person restrained his Palm Force, revealing himself as a Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist.
As expected,
Jizhou’s first, Zhaonan Prefecture, was indeed a place teeming with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, experts like clouds, a Great Zhou Celestial Martial Artist was so commonplace.
"Alright then."
After consecutively repelling two, Fang Zheng’s aura seemed unchanged, voice remaining steady, imitating by striking out with a palm.
Great Stone-Smashing Hand!
"Peng!"
Their palms collided, both faces showed a different color.
Fang Zheng didn’t expect, their True Qi was so vast, possibly even more powerful than Linghu An at Great Perfection.
Buddhist Cultivation Method emphasized foundation; the opponent was also considerably old, so having such cultivation was reasonable.
The monk was also surprised.
The opponent’s True Qi was so pure and surged like a tide, attacking continuously six waves in an instant, almost disrupting his aura.
The strength was terrifying, shaking his old bones.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
Chanting the Buddha’s name in a low voice, the monk spun his body, his hands pinching, flicking, smacking, or punching directly, occasionally Kasaya dancing, with Righteous Strength contained within that could shatter stones.
In the blink of an eye.
The monk had already displayed several Martial Arts techniques.
"Heh..."
Fang Zheng chuckled lightly, similarly retaliating.
His Heart Intent Fist emphasized following one’s desire, similar to the Little Faceless Skill in novels, capable of spontaneously invoking any technique without constraints.