Cultivating To Immortality

"What is this guy's success rate for drawing talismans? How can he produce so many talismans?"

"No, I can't let his attack rhythm dictate the fight anymore."

"If this continues, my Immortal Power will eventually be exhausted by him, and I will definitely be dragged down."

Wang Hu grew increasingly flustered, feeling his Immortal Power rapidly draining, while Fang Hong's talismans seemed endless.

Continuing like this would be detrimental to him; he had to change his strategy immediately.

Realizing the urgency of the situation, Wang Hu didn't hesitate for a moment. He decisively abandoned the idea of defending and quickly retracted the mirror he was using to block the talismans.

Fang Hong naturally wouldn't miss such a good attacking opportunity. He flicked his wrist, throwing hundreds of Ben Lei Talismans fiercely towards Wang Hu.

Hundreds of Ben Lei Talismans exploded simultaneously in the air, countless bolts of wild lightning erupted from them, sweeping towards Wang Hu's location with crackling sounds.

Just as the wild lightning was about to engulf Wang Hu, suddenly, the shoes he was wearing on his feet lit up with a dazzling light.

As the light flashed, Wang Hu's figure suddenly moved.

He began to run quickly, with astonishing speed, leaving afterimages in his wake, easily dodging the lightning attacks, appearing completely at ease.

"Such incredible speed."

"I didn't expect the shoes Wang Hu is wearing to also be a Fourth-Grade Immortal Artifact. As expected of a rich young master, he has so many treasures on him." Fang Hong watched Wang Hu's swift figure, secretly astonished.

"Hmph." Wang Hu let out a low growl, his Immortal Power surged wildly into the shoes on his feet, the light from the shoes became even more brilliant, and his speed instantly increased to its maximum.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Hu crossed the distance between them, suddenly rushing in front of Fang Hong and throwing a fierce punch at him.

Fang Hong reacted extremely quickly, sensing the danger the moment Wang Hu threw his punch. He quickly raised his arms and crossed them in front of him to block the punch.

Bang.

A dull, massive thud exploded in the air. The moment the fist collided with the arms, a huge force swept towards Fang Hong.

Fang Hong was directly sent flying, crashing into a distant abandoned pavilion.

With a rumble, the wall of the abandoned pavilion instantly cracked, bricks and shattered stones flew everywhere, and it collapsed with a crash, burying Fang Hong under the rubble.

Fortunately, Fang Hong was in his Dragon-human form at this time, and his physical body strength far surpassed that of ordinary Cultivators. Although the fall looked violent, he was not injured.

Not long after, there was movement in the pile of rubble. Fang Hong stood up from the debris, his expression still calm, his eyes fixed on Wang Hu, without a hint of panic.

Seeing Fang Hong sent flying by his punch, Wang Hu smiled smugly.

"I was almost toyed with by your talismans just now. With this next punch, I'll make sure you can't stand up again."

As soon as his voice fell, Wang Hu's Immortal Power began to surge wildly. Immediately after, his entire body suddenly ignited with raging flames, enveloping him completely.

Not only that, but a pair of fiery, gleaming gauntlets appeared on Wang Hu's arms.

The flames on the surface of the gauntlets continuously rolled, emitting astonishing pressure.

"Another Fourth-Grade Immortal Artifact."

"How many Fourth-Grade Immortal Artifacts did the Wang family forge for Wang Hu to get first place in this competition? This is already the third Fourth-Grade Immortal Artifact." Fang Hong muttered to himself.

"Let me give you a good taste of the Third-Grade Immortal Art I just learned, Heavy Fire." Wang Hu shouted loudly.

After shouting, Wang Hu stomped his feet fiercely, his body shot out, carrying the fiery, gleaming fists on his arms, and quickly blasted towards Fang Hong.

The power of this punch was truly earth-shattering. Before the fist even arrived, a scorching wave of Qi had already swept towards Fang Hong.

Wherever it passed, the already abandoned houses along the street could not withstand the impact of this Qi wave. They were all blown away, shattered stones flew, and dust filled the air.

"First place belongs to me, Wang Hu." Wang Hu laughed wildly as he attacked.

With this punch, Fang Hong would definitely be unable to resist. His victory for first place was already a certainty.

Seeing Wang Hu's heavy punch about to land, Fang Hong immediately unleashed his Void Secret Technique. The space in front of him subtly distorted, and then a teleportation channel appeared out of thin air.

Because Wang Hu was too fast and only focused on hitting Fang Hong, he never expected Fang Hong to suddenly use a Space Law ability.

Caught off guard, his fist slammed directly into the teleportation channel.

Meanwhile, Fang Hong opened another teleportation channel not far from Wang Hu.

"Ahhh."

A loud bang accompanied by a shrill scream sounded simultaneously.

Wang Hu was actually struck out of the second teleportation channel by his own fist, his body directly sent flying hundreds of feet away.

Along the way, he crashed through a large number of abandoned houses, and rumbling vibrations constantly echoed as dust filled the air.

After a long while, Wang Hu's painful wails came from the rubble and ruins.

He pushed aside the rubble pressing on him and slowly climbed out of the ruins.

At this moment, Wang Hu's clothes were tattered, covered in dust and blood.

Clearly, he had been severely injured by his own punch just now, and his aura had weakened considerably.

"Space, Space Law Immortal Art. You actually comprehended a trace of the Space Law." Wang Hu looked at Fang Hong, his face filled with shock.

He never imagined that Fang Hong also possessed such a profound Space Law Immortal Art.

Wang Hu dared not delay for a moment and quickly took out a bottle of healing Immortal Pills, pouring all the Immortal Pills inside into his mouth.

The medicinal pills melted upon contact, and a pure medicinal power instantly spread throughout his body, beginning to repair his damaged physical body.

"Wang Hu, you hit me with a punch just now, now it's your turn to take a punch from me."

Fang Hong had no intention of giving Wang Hu a chance to heal. As his voice fell, a phantom of Dragon Fist slowly condensed above his fist. At the same time, he also overlaid the Dragon Sound Secret Art on the Dragon Fist.

The double secret techniques superimposed together instantly multiplied the power of this punch several times. This was a unique move Fang Hong had comprehended in the Lower Realm, and its power was formidable.

Roar.

A Dragon roar that shook heaven and earth suddenly sounded. Fang Hong's body transformed into a golden Dragon shadow, and he swiftly and fiercely struck towards Wang Hu.

He wanted to kill Wang Hu with one punch and end this battle completely.

Wang Hu felt the intense killing intent emanating from Fang Hong, and his heart immediately pounded with fear.

At this moment, his injuries had not recovered much, and he was completely unable to withstand Fang Hong's full-power strike.

In a panic, Wang Hu could only hastily throw out the mirror he had previously retracted, hoping to use it to block Fang Hong's attack.

Bang.

Fang Hong's Dragon Fist fiercely struck the mirror, causing light to burst forth.

After a moment of stalemate, a crisp crack sound was heard. A crack actually appeared on the surface of the mirror, which could no longer withstand the immense force. It was sent flying along with Wang Hu.