BXBX NOVEL Chapter 114 - The Battle
Xuan Kong was watching Yang Song\'s performance.
Facing six Master martial artists, Yang Song was still so calm, which showed that Yang Song was also a high-level Master.
But so what of it? From Yang Song\'s breath, Xuan Kong could determine that Yang Song was not stronger than him at all. He should be at best a 5th or 6th Tier Master.
The monks in black clothes did not have any weapons with them.
But Yang Song had no intention to talk any more nonsense, with a slight move of his hands, several offensive talismans appeared in both hands.
"Be careful!" Xuan Kong did not join the battle, but he shouted from behind.
At this time, a monk shouted, "Strike together!"
All the monks in black outfits rushed in together and showed their ferocious stances which were completely not in line with their kind faces.
Every one of them really had the intent to kill, in that case, Yang Song did not plan to keep his hands either.
Vigorous True Energy spread out of Yang Song\'s body and entered the several talismans, then, Yang Song threw all the talismans out in different directions precisely.
Witnessing such weird weapons, the several monks did not dare to take it lightly. Each of them immediately focused on the trajectory of those weird yellow papers that seemed to have eyes and tried to avoid them.
But how could they, mortal martial artists, avoid the magical talismans that had been refined so perfectly by Yang Song.
Fire Ball Talisman, Water Arrow Talisman, Wind Blade Talisman, Lesser Thunder Talisman, and Pressure Talisman.
A total of exactly five talismans attacked the five people.
In the south, the Fire Ball Talisman emitted fire in midair before it quickly manifested a ball of orange and aggressively hot fire the size two times bigger than a basketball and struck the strongest monk among the five monks.
The Water Arrow Talisman turned into a puddle of water before the puddle of water shifted and turned into dozens of arrows made of water.
The Wind Blade Talisman brought along the frenzied wind, lifting up leaves and specks of dust, and shifted into several horizontal and vertical lines of blades.
The Less Thunder Talisman emitted arcs of thunder along the way and made crackling sounds, if a person did not know, they would think that it came from the cloudy atmosphere up above instead.
The Pressure Talisman pushed the air downwards as if gravity was doing its heavy work, and the high-pressure sensation started to spread strangely.
Boom, boom…
Bang…
Several muffled sounds resounded almost at the same time and the five monks were struck by the five talismans successfully.
None of them could escape the five talismans and none of them could defend against the talismans.
"Wh… what in the devil\'s art is this?" Xuan Kong who was watching from the sideline was shocked and felt uneasy upon witnessing such a strange art.
Then, Xuan Kong seemed to think of something and quickly looked at Yang Song and asked, "You… are you an ability user? Or are you a witch from the south-east?"
Yang Song watched the five monks spit out bloods and fell to the ground for a while before he turned and looked at Xuan Kong. But he did not intend to explain anything about the talisman.
Feeling Yang Song\'s gaze, Xuan Kong took a step back involuntarily, forgetting that he was also a former 9th Tier Master. But the method shown by Yang Song was just too mystical and weird for one not to feel scared.
Those strange yellow papers were so strong that each of them could seriously injure Master martial artists.
Such an ability to temper with those yellow papers, only those mystical groups of people could do it.
Yang Song took a step forward and walked towards Xuan Kong.
Seeing this, Xuan Kong\'s expression changed and he shouted, "Humph, no what you are, today, you have to die!"
Xuan Kong\'s body started to change, his skinny body became bigger and bigger, and his wrinkled skin became tighter and tighter.
His skin color also changed. First, it emitted a bronze color, but soon, it turned golden mixed with brown.
Right at this moment, Xuan Kong looked very much like a Maitreya Buddha, except that the Maitreya Buddha had a smile on his face, but Xuan Kong had a murderous and a look of hatred on his face.
He hated Yang Song, he hated Yang Song for ruining his life. He hated Yang Song for injuring his companions. He hated Yang Song for finding out his true face.
Yang Song did not know what kind of martial art Xuan Kong had practiced, but it looked quite powerful.
Boom!
With a step forward, Xuan Kong\'s foot could crack the ground. It was as if his brown-golden body was really made of heavy gold.
Boom, boom, boom…
Xuan Kong, with his heavy body, rushed towards Yang Song at a fast speed.
Yang Song did not dare to take Xuan Kong lightly at all. With a thought, the Blue Bolt Sword appeared in his hand.
Yang Song waved the Blue Bolt Sword and slashed at Xuan Kong.
Clang!
Xuan Kong used his hand to defend the sword, and a spark appeared slightly. Xuan Kong was also stunned by the strange sword that appeared out of nowhere in Yang Song\'s hand.
It seemed like he had to use the fastest method to kill this old monk, otherwise, if this old monk took out strange things later, then he would really die.
Xuan Kong gritted his teeth, ignored the cracks that appeared on his hand from the collision with the blue sword earlier, and blasted out several punches in a row.
Yang Song hurried waved the Blue Bolt Sword to counter the heavy punches. Each punch was really strong and heavy, just like its look.
The fat Xuan Kong at this moment looked very tough, but in Yang Song\'s eyes, it was nothing more than that. Because with each strike he made against Xuan Kong\'s body, cracks would appear.
Bang, bang…
Soon, the cracks on Xuan Kong\'s body started to become more and more visible and Xuan Kong had to take a few steps back at every turn to adjust the flow of attack.
But Yang Song did not give him the opportunity to prepare anything at all. Every time Xuan Kong took a step back, Yang Song would take a step forward in the posture of chasing the other party.
Before long, the flow of battle took a batter turn for Yang Song but it was not so good in Xuan Kong\'s eyes.
At first, he and Yang Song were more or less on the same level. Every time he threw out a punch, Yang Song had to defend himself hurriedly.
But now, it seemed like Yang Song had already figured out all his routines and his attacks\' trajectory. It seemed like… it seemed like Yang Song had already learned of his combat technique and knew all the attacks\' directions.
Xuan Kong was shocked in his heart. \'What a monster this old monk is! He must be a martial art expert for sure. I have to finish this battle as soon as possible!\'
Immediately, Xuan Kong inhaled a large amount of air, forcibly ignored his old injury, and went all out!
Feeling this change, Yang Song also changed his fighting style instantly.
From the beginning to the end, Yang Song had never used the abilities of the Blue Bolt Sword at all, and not even his True Energy was injected into the sword.
Bang!
An air-breaking sound resounded throughout the forest and Xuan Kong rushed towards Yang Song with all his strength gathered in one fist.
"I will let you see what real magical art is! Final Buddha Fist – Final Form!"
In midair, Xuan Kong\'s right fist started to glow in golden color and a suction force could be noticed in that fist. It was as if a huge amount of power was sucked and stored in that fist, waiting for its owner to release that power out.
"Then this poor monk will also let you see a realm celestial art!" Yang Song retorted.
Then, the Blue Bolt Sword in Yang Song\'s hand glowed in blue light, and arcs of blue thunder started to appear and swim about.
Yang Song did not announce the name of the technique or say anything about it, he just put his two hands together in a salute state and ran the Ten Thousand Returning Swords.
Buzz…
The Blue Bolt Sword that was let go did not fall but float in the air, then, it flew to the back above Yang Song and started to vibrate.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
A sight that could only be seen in fantasy took place as myriad swords mysteriously flew out of the one body of the Blue Bolt Sword and hung themselves in midair, waiting for Yang Song to command them.
"Go!" Yang Song shouted in his mind.
Afterward, more than 300 blue swords with thunder arcs embracing them flew out furiously and headed towards Xuan Kong alone.
"Boom!"
Dense myriad blue swords and a big golden fist greeted each other and created an earth-shattering sound.
Birds and beasts were frightened as they ran away quickly. Many people down the mountain and some martial artists unconsciously looked towards the top of the White Dragon Mountain, wondering what that sound was.
A burst of shockwave was created, and it destroyed many trees around, grass and flowers in the vicinity of the collision were scorched away.
Yang Song was still standing steadily, but he was looking down condescendingly at Xuan Kong who was coughing blood.
"Ho… how could it be? What… cough, what kind of celestial art was that?" Xuan Kong looked at Yang Song without moving his head and asked with difficulty. His right had already been destroyed, and he became a skinny old man again at this moment.
"There\'s no need for you to know that, farewell."
Yang Song did not answer his question, with a wave of his hand, a clone of the Blue Bolt Sword flew out and struck Xuan Kong in the neck.