blueteamnovel Chapter 18 Suppression
Chapter 18 Suppression
"You're courting death! Do you think that by mastering the 'Giant Spirit Mountain-Carrying Fist,' you can overcome the insurmountable gap in your cultivation level? How naive!"
Looking at Wang Dao's straight punch coming straight at him, Wang Wu's eyes were full of contempt.
The difference in cultivation realm is like being separated by mountains; this is an ironclad rule in the cultivation world. In fact, how can a mere martial arts technique bridge this gap?
He also unleashed a punch, causing the great dragon of the spine to tremble violently as the power of the Dragon Spine Realm poured out, attempting to cripple Wang Dao's arm with a single blow.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided violently in mid-air, producing a dull, muffled sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Then, something astonishing happened.
Contrary to expectations, Wang Dao did not suffer a broken arm. Instead, the confident Wang Wu was struck dumb, his face changed drastically, and he stumbled back more than a dozen steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the hard ground before he finally managed to regain his balance.
"This...how is this possible?!"
Wang Wu suddenly raised his head, staring intently at the unmoving Wang Dao, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
What terrified him even more was that his right arm was trembling violently, and a strange and domineering force was flowing backward along his meridians, making half of his body feel numb.
That was clearly his own power!
"What kind of heretical and unorthodox practices have you been cultivating?!"
Wang Wu was filled with shock and rage, roaring, "I am a genuine Dragon Spine Realm expert! You are merely a Golden Membrane Realm expert, how could you possess such monstrous strength? You can even deflect my force!"
With his limited knowledge, he naturally could not understand what the ultimate physical realm was, let alone imagine that there was such a heaven-defying existence as an indestructible skin.
In his eyes, this completely defied common sense, and the only explanation was that Wang Dao had practiced some kind of evil art that overdraws his life force or relies on external forces.
Faced with Wang Wu's incompetent rage, Wang Dao didn't even bother to lift an eyelid.
"You talk too much nonsense."
Wang Dao snorted coldly, stomped his foot hard on the ground, and charged forward again.
"Since you dared to be the one to stick your neck out, you should be prepared to have your wings broken!"
"hold head high!"
As Wang Dao made his move again, the air behind him seemed to thicken, and a blurry phantom of an ancient giant spirit flashed by behind him. It was the true manifestation of the Great Completion "Giant Spirit Carrying Mountain Fist".
That punch landed like an ancient divine mountain collapsing, carrying a terrifying force that could crush everything, and firmly suppressed Wang Wu's punching power.
"Damn it! Damn it! How can this little beast be so strong!"
Wang Wu cursed inwardly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
He was in extreme pain at this moment. Every time he clashed with Wang Dao, he not only had to endure the opponent's inhuman and overwhelming strength, but also had to endure the fact that 30% of the power he unleashed was rebounded back intact.
In addition, the suffocating power of the Giant Spirit Fist constantly pressured his mind, making him feel as if he were fighting an ancient ferocious beast in human skin.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of dull thuds echoed as Wang Wu was forced to retreat, utterly powerless to retaliate.
Inside the courtyard, the cousins who had been expecting to witness Wang Wu's display of power and brutal killing of Wang Dao were now all gaping, their expressions blank, their mockery replaced by bewilderment and terror.
"This...this script is wrong!"
"What happened to the promise that the Dragon Spine Realm would crush the Golden Membrane Realm?"
"Why is it that Wang Dao, whom they usually consider trash, is now the one beating up Sixth Brother?!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It was as if a giant hammer was constantly striking the air, producing a dull and chilling booming sound.
Every punch from Wang Dao carries an unstoppable momentum, just like an ancient giant carrying a divine mountain on its back, pressing forward step by step with immense force.
The terrifying pressure of the fist caused Wang Wu's face to turn pale and his steps to falter. His protective qi and blood, which originally belonged to the Dragon Spine Realm, became as fragile as paper under Wang Dao's brutal attack, and could collapse at any moment.
"Is...is this really the Seventh Young Master? How can he be so fierce?"
The servants in the distance stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.
"A cross-border counterattack, even with overwhelming force... this is simply unheard of!"
The group of cousins who had come with Wang Wu were now completely silent, their previous arrogance gone, replaced by deep fear and confusion.
Wang Wu, who was at the center of the storm, felt so frustrated that he wanted to vomit blood.
Originally, I thought I'd come here to bully the weak and show off in front of my brothers and sisters, but who would have thought that this was no easy target at all, but a ferocious ancient tiger in human skin!
"Wang Long! You bastard!"
Amidst the intense pain and humiliation, Wang Wu finally came to his senses.
What ancient savage elephant blood essence, what deep brotherhood, it's all bullshit!
This was clearly a trap set by Wang Long, using that jar of blood essence as bait and manipulating him to test the depths of this wicked star, Wang Dao.
"Hmph, now you're scared?"
Amidst the clash of fists and feet, Wang Dao caught a glimpse of regret and resentment in Wang Wu's eyes, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:
"Sixth Brother, you really are a complete fool. You were sold out and you're still helping the seller count the money."
"However, since you dare to reach out to me, you should be prepared to have your claws chopped off."
At this moment, Wang Dao's blood and qi surged, and the sound of rushing rivers could be faintly heard.
In his deep eyes, the killing intent was as sharp as a blade.
"If you can't produce something equivalent to that jar of ancient savage elephant blood today, don't even think about leaving this Hidden Dragon Pavilion unscathed!"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, Wang Dao's aura rose even higher, and his already terrifying fist force became even more powerful and vast, as if it would shatter the void in front of him.
Feeling that deadly threat, Wang Wu finally broke down completely.
"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! Seventh brother, I'm your own brother!"
Wang Wu screamed in terror, shamelessly begging for mercy while unhesitatingly betraying his good ally:
"It's all Wang Long's fault! He's the one who sent me!"
"He lied to me, telling me you were just a good-for-nothing who relied on luck. He promised me that vial of essence blood so I could come and cause you trouble!"
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. If you want to find someone, go find that treacherous villain, don't hit me!"
In order to avoid getting beaten up, Wang Wu cursed Wang Long's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart. Since he couldn't get away with it either, then Wang Long shouldn't expect to stay out of it either.
"Do you think you can cover up your foolishness and greed by shifting the blame to others?"
A glint flashed in Wang Dao's eyes, and he felt utterly contemptuous of these so-called brothers.
"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for being too stupid and greedy! If you've made a knife, you should be prepared to be broken!"
Wang Dao completely ignored his pleas for mercy, unleashing his full power without reservation. His right fist struck Wang Wu's arms, which were crossed in front of his chest, like a meteorite falling to earth.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out, accompanied by Wang Wu's scream of agony.
"puff!"
Wang Wu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground seven or eight zhang away, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Before he could even struggle to his feet, a dark shadow had already arrived in an instant.
"Bang!"
A foot clad in a black combat boot, carrying immense force, slammed heavily onto Wang Wu's chest, shoving his head, which he had just raised, back into the mud.
"stop--!!"
Just then, a sharp and anxious woman's voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.
A beautiful woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and adorned with jewels rushed in with a large number of guards. She was Ye Ningxiang, the third wife of the Wang family and Wang Wu's birth mother.