C185 The Strongest Technique!(2)

Martial Arts Technique!

Quan Feichen felt the impact of the punch, recognizing it as a martial arts technique. What puzzled him was the level of this technique and the mastery this guy had achieved to inflict such damage on him, even though he was just a Martial Disciple.

Amidst his shock, Quan Feichen sensed an overwhelming threat to his life. In that moment, every ounce of his potential surged, ready to launch a full-force attack on Woo Zhengyang.

However, he was taken aback when he noticed a powerful suction force emanating from his now-numb left arm. His fist, instead of separating after the clash, was firmly stuck to Woo Zhengyang's.

The energy within him was disrupted by this suction, making it incredibly difficult to harness. Suddenly, the suction vanished, and Woo Zhengyang's fist struck his side.

The suction returned, once again restricting his movements. Then it disappeared, allowing Woo Zhengyang to land another punch, and the cycle repeated.

In just a few breaths, Quan Feichen found himself unable to resist, taking several blows from Woo Zhengyang. The suction weakened his protective energy, causing internal injuries that made him cough up blood.

Quan Feichen felt like he was losing his mind. If this continued, he feared he might be beaten to death.

Quan Feichen, the ninth-ranked inner disciple of the Fallen Star Sect and a Middle Rank Martial Master, was shockingly beaten to death by a mere Martial Disciple. Just thinking about this outcome made Quan Feichen cough up blood.

"Ah!" he roared, nearly bursting with energy as he finally broke free from the mysterious force pulling at him. Without hesitation, he pushed his movement skills to the limit, putting distance between himself and Woo Zhengyang.

"What kind of monster are you?" Quan Feichen shouted hoarsely at Woo Zhengyang. He had assumed Woo Zhengyang's strategy would involve that sword, which was as powerful as a spiritual weapon. But from start to finish, Woo Zhengyang hadn't even drawn the sword. Instead, he nearly beat Quan Feichen to death with just his fists and feet. The gap between their levels was supposed to be vast!

Breaking free from the pull, Woo Zhengyang couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He had risked everything to test his skills. The Dragon Countering Nine Steps was powerful, but his mastery was too low. The ninth step was barely on par with a single kick's strength. The Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist, at its Perfection Stage, could have a significant impact if it landed fully. However, getting close enough to use it was incredibly dangerous and difficult.

The power within the Profound Heavy Gathering Silk Gloves was indeed mysterious, but the gap in skill levels was insurmountable. If the opponent unleashed their full strength, they could still break through. However, catching someone off guard could be quite effective. Even an Advanced Martial Master might fall for it, giving Woo Zhengyang a chance to exploit.

After some experimentation, Woo Zhengyang gained a clear understanding of the gap between himself and a Martial Master. It was a humbling realization, not one to make him complacent. Quan Feichen, though a Middle Rank Martial Master, had initially underestimated him. If not for that, Woo Zhengyang wouldn't have easily taken control of the situation to test his combat abilities.

"Hey, kid... say something!" Woo Zhengyang was reflecting on his insights, while across from him, Quan Feichen was on the verge of losing it.

At this point, Quan Feichen just wanted to understand what he was up against. Woo Zhengyang's techniques were beyond his comprehension.

"The leg technique is the ancient martial art 'Dragon Countering Nine Steps,' and the fist technique is the Yellow Rank, Perfection Stage martial art 'Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist.' As for that suction force, it comes from the Profound Heavy Power in the gloves," Woo Zhengyang explained.

Though they were locked in a life-or-death struggle, there was no personal vendetta between them. The blame lay with the designer of this deadly game, the No Life Patriarch. Naturally, Woo Zhengyang wouldn't show mercy. If their roles were reversed, he believed Quan Feichen would not hesitate to kill him. The least Woo Zhengyang could do was offer some answers, so Quan Feichen wouldn't die with regrets.

"Ancient martial techniques... the perfected Yellow Rank skill... the profound heavy power..." Quan Feichen murmured to himself, incredulous.

A mere Martial Disciple possessing such abilities was astonishing. He couldn't deny his defeat was justified. Especially with the "Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist"—this guy had mastered it to perfection, a feat many practitioners spend their lives trying to achieve.

"Kid, you're impressive... Losing to you isn't something to be ashamed of! But... do you really think, as a Martial Disciple, that even if you kill me, you can make it to the end?"

"I can!"

Woo Zhengyang's reply left Quan Feichen momentarily stunned, prompting a wry smile. "You're quite confident, aren't you?"

Woo Zhengyang simply smiled, offering no further explanation.

At that moment, Quan Feichen suddenly sprang up, moving with unexpected agility, as if uninjured, and thrust his sword straight at Woo Zhengyang's forehead!