Chapter 131: Why the Sudden Dislike of Wind King?
Wang Qi held hands out, one above the other, as he gripped the air. “Take this, Wind King Hammer!”
[What’s with the weird name?] Geng Peng spared a moment to search his memories for the move Wang Qi shouted out in his charge. His instincts had him raise a finger to break the typical wind art.
Only to find it stinging with pain.
Geng Peng’s heart sank and jumped to avoid the ‘hammer time.’ “There’s nothing windy about that strike! It’s just ripples! Why even call it that?”
“Ha-ha-ha, an invisible blade like this can’t be called anything else but Wind King Hammer.” Wang Qi cackled as he poked at Geng Peng with the ripple-formed sword.
Before the battle, Geng Peng withdrew excess spiritual power to his Dantian, leaving enough spiritual power level in his meridians to be considered an early Qi Refining cultivation. As the average home’s electric circuit failed to supply the required power for a supercomputer, Geng Peng’s yin-yang diagrams couldn’t fire on all cylinders. Nevertheless, he made up for it in computational skills, trumping Wang Qi’s many times over. The feedback he got from the spiritual power in his body provided a quick grasp of the size of Wang Qi’s ‘longsword.’
[One meter long, ten centimeters wide; not a standard one-handed sword.] Geng Peng shivered on the inside. The ripple blade was tangible but without mass, not affecting Wang Qi’s center of gravity. Not even an obscenely sized greatsword the size of a door would change that.
Geng Peng shifted back a few steps. Wang Qi waved his sword, stabbing for his heart, forehead, and throat.
“Average sword art, Pheonix’s Three Pecks—wait, there’s also a fourth one.”