Chapter 651 - 651 White Horse Chen San
Upon hearing Cui Yulong's words, everyone couldn't help but be greatly surprised.
The Iron Sand Palm was something all had heard of before, and they knew of its dominance as a martial art technique. However, very few people were aware of the true method of cultivating the Iron Sand Palm.
Even someone as experienced and knowledgeable as Netherworld Scholar Cui Yu, knew only the functions of the first few types of sand grains, and was entirely ignorant about what came afterward. As for the gold and silver sands mentioned later on, everyone had never even heard of those - where on earth did Cui Yulong learn about them?
"Is that really true?" mumbled the Netherworld Scholar, "Both these metals melt so easily; making them hold shape seems impossible."
"Yes, although these two are malleable metals, shaping them still requires they be melted. But once they melt, both metals reach terrifying temperatures. To shape them before they melt, how high a temperature must one's hands withstand!" exclaimed Ghost King Li Ruoyuan in shock, finding Cui Yulong's claim too astonishing, despite their usual disagreements.
Cui Yulong said nothing, merely lifting his head to look at the villa ahead. At that moment, the gates of the villa swung open, and out walked a man who stood at 1.9 meters tall, with a physique only slightly smaller than Black Bear. This man's features were not rough, but sharp and distinct, fitting the archetype of a tall and handsome man.
Upon seeing this man, Demon Queen He Qinghua's eyes lit up. She gently adjusted her bosom with her hand and cast seductive glances at him.
However, the man didn't even spare her a glance; instead, he walked straight toward the crowd and laughed, "I haven't seen you in ten years, Cui Er Brothers, and your breadth of knowledge has exceeded the past. Even knowing our master's unique cultivation method, it seems you truly haven't wasted these ten years!"
Having said this, the man turned to face the three - the Netherworld Scholar, He Qinghua, and Li Ruoyuan, his expression turning icy, "Netherworld Scholar, He Qinghua, Li Ruoyuan, listen well. Although my Chen family isn't as glorious as it once was, it's still not something your ilk can evaluate at will. If I hear you utter the words you did just now again, I will not be so courteous!"
How proud the Netherworld Scholar was! Even though he had suffered under Cui Yulong's hand, that didn't mean just anyone could get angry at him. Enraged by the statement, he flicked open his folding fan with a "whoosh" and sneered, "Hmph, from your words, it seems you too are an orphan of the Chen family. Even at the Chen family's peak, I, the Netherworld Scholar, was never afraid. I am certainly not afraid today either, so don't flaunt your family's grandeur in front of me!"
Hearing the Netherworld Scholar's retort, Cui Yu knew trouble was brewing but was too late to intervene.
The man's face turned icy as he looked at the Netherworld Scholar, "According to you, you don't even consider our Chen family worth mentioning!"
Just as Ghost King Li Ruoyuan was about to speak, he was pulled back by Demon Queen He Qinghua who signaled to him not to talk, letting the Netherworld Scholar face off against the tall man.
"My friend, that's not what he meant!" Cui Yu said hastily, trying to defuse the situation, "Our sect Sha Men has a deep history with the Chen family, and we came here today with the intent of visiting. If we have overstepped, please forgive us!"
"Cui Yu, no need to be so meek here," the Netherworld Scholar retorted coldly, "That's right, I don't see your Chen family as anything significant, what of it!"
"Heh heh..." The tall man let out a cold laugh and suddenly strode towards the Netherworld Scholar.
"Seeking death!" the Netherworld Scholar shouted angrily, raising the folding fan in his hand and striking towards the chest of the tall man.
The tall man had no intention of dodging, allowing the fine steel folding fan to strike his chest. The Netherworld Scholar was pleased, knowing full well the power of his fan. With the fine steel fan and his strength, it would break several ribs of a strong man upon impact; no one dared to take it head-on.
Now, it seemed the tall man hadn't realized the fan's power and dared to endure its force with his flesh. The Netherworld Scholar increased his strength, hoping to send the man flying and demonstrate his own power.
As the fan hit the tall man's chest, Cui Yulong's expression suddenly changed as he urgently called out, "Netherworld Scholar, retreat!"
But it was too late for Cui Yulong's cry, the fan had already struck the man's chest which felt like hitting a rock; there was no effect on the man at all. At the same time, the man also punched towards the Netherworld Scholar's chest.
Having committed fully to his strike, the Netherworld Scholar had no strength left to pull back. As he was unable to dodge, Cui Yulong rushed forward, grabbed the Netherworld Scholar's arm, and pulled back the fine steel folding fan, just in time to block the man's punch.
With just one punch, the fine steel folding fan was instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal, its iron bones all twisted and broken. The Big Han's punch was simply terrifying in its power. Had it struck the Netherworld Scholar's chest, it might very well have ended his life!
Having blocked the Big Han's fist, the Netherworld Scholar came back to his senses and hastily retreated several steps, not daring to engage with the Big Han any longer. Now, he truly understood the disparity between them.
The Big Han was preparing to give chase, but Cui Yulong stepped forward to block him and said with a clasped hand, "So it turns out to be White Horse of Eastern Shandong, Chen San, my apologies for the oversight!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was astonished. Who could have imagined that this Big Han was none other than the world-renowned White Horse from Eastern Shandong, the older brother of Xikou Fire Butterfly, Chen San!
The Netherworld Scholar was also taken aback. He had long heard of Chen San's name but never expected to encounter him here. From their brief encounter, he had come to a full realization of White Horse Chen San's strength, which was certainly beyond his own.
If White Horse Chen San possessed such strength, what level of prowess would Ao Wuchang from Shu, the Fire Butterfly's adoptive father, have? Compared to White Horse Chen San, Ao Wuchang had been famous for many years and must be far stronger. Moreover, behind Fire Butterfly stood the Great General Helian Tiehua of Meng District—a truly ultimate figure who defied the heavens!
The Netherworld Scholar dared not think further; he deeply understood that these individuals were now beings he could only look up to. However, in his heart, he was covertly pondering: between White Horse Chen San and the Left and Right Protectors of Sha Men, who was stronger? And between Meng District General Helian Tiehua and Sect Leader Bloody Monk, who was more powerful?
Seeing the Netherworld Scholar so frightened he dared not speak, White Horse Chen San did not pursue further and instead laughed heartily, "Brother Cui Er certainly has broadened his knowledge over the years to recognize me at a glance, most impressive!"
"Great General's two unique skills are earth-shattering: one, the Iron Sand Palm, and two, the Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Golden Bell Shield. Chen Si learned the Iron Sand Palm, and Chen San the Horizontal Golden Bell Cover—these are matters known to all," said Cui Yulong. "Brother Chen San's skill with the Horizontal Golden Bell Cover probably already has thirty percent of the Great General's power. A single breath of True Qi gathers, rendering you invulnerable to blades. The force drawn in is used to counter-attack. The greater the force used against Brother Chen San, the more powerful his counter-strike. The Horizontal Golden Bell Cover truly lives up to its great reputation!"
At these words, the Netherworld Scholar's complexion changed once more. It turned out that the full-force hit he had landed on White Horse Chen San had been completely absorbed by Chen San and then returned. Thus, the greater his own force, the greater Chen San's counter-force. In effect, he had been the one to strike fiercely first, nearly resulting in his own downfall.
Had Cui Yulong not timely recognized Chen San's Horizontal Golden Bell Cover, that punch might have already landed on him by now, and the result was too dreadful to imagine.
Cui Yu, Demon Queen He Qinghua, Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, and others were also immensely shocked; they too had not expected this Big Han to be White Horse Chen San from Eastern Shandong. Moreover, the martial arts mentioned by Cui Yulong truly astounded everyone.
General Helian's Iron Sand Palm was terrifying and known to all. As for the Horizontal Golden Bell Shield, many were unaware of it—yet Cui Yulong knew. It seemed that his years with the Purple Robe Lama had indeed not been in vain; his vision and knowledge had greatly improved!
Chen San chuckled and said, "If only I could possess but a tenth of my master's strength—that would be enough for me. I have always failed to perfect the Horizontal Golden Bell Shield, disappointing my master's high hopes."
"Brother Chen San is too modest," Cui Yulong said with a slight smile. "Great General is a rare genius; for Brother Chen San to learn from him is something many dream of. Furthermore, both Brother Chen San and Sister Chen Si are extraordinary talents in martial arts. To have achieved such prowess over these years is no small feat!"
"Hahaha..." Chen San laughed heartily, walked over, and patted Cui Yulong on the shoulder, "Enough of that talk, let's go inside and have a seat."
It was only at this moment that Chen San formally invited the others inside. It was clear that he was mainly interested in Cui Yulong, paying little regard to the rest.
Cui Yu could only let it be, but the Netherworld Scholar, Demon Queen He Qinghua, and Ghost King Li Ruoyuan were all somewhat displeased. Nonetheless, considering Chen San's strength, even if they felt discontent, they had no choice but to hold it in—who could blame them for their inability to match his powerful prowess!
The Fire Butterfly's villa was lavishly decorated; upon entering, one could see various rare and valuable antiques. The ground was covered with two White Tiger skins, exceedingly rare items that dazzled the onlookers.
"After my family was tragically wiped out by traitors, a few loyal servants escaped with some of our treasures and stored them here for my sister," Chen San explained with a smile. "Regrettably, most of the Chen Family's fortune is no longer with us, leading to our current humble circumstances!"
"Damn, the stuff in this room alone is worth several hundred million; how is this humble?" grumbled Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, although he wasn't too greedy. Yet, seeing so many valuable things still made him sigh with emotion.