C533 Great Thousand Ruyi

Seeing his opponent pointing his finger at him, Nangong Shicai didn't seem to be in a hurry. He didn't do anything else. He did exactly the same thing. He raised his hand and did exactly the same thing. He welcomed the attack. The only difference between the two was that Nangong Shicai still had a small stick in his hand. He replaced his finger and faced Cong Yepan's finger.

Nangong Shicai had only raised his hand a moment ago. In Cong Yepan's eyes, Nangong Shicai was just raising his hand. Of course, those flaws were just fleeting. However, if Cong Yepan wanted to change his attack, he could at least force Nangong to reveal more flaws. Perhaps the next attack would be enough to kill him.

However, Cong Yepan acted as if he was possessed by a devil. He didn't want to change his attack. Instead, he pointed his finger forward, and it looked like he was about to touch the small stick in Nangong's hand.

In fact, Cong Yepan didn't want to do this at the beginning. However, when the two of them got closer, he was surprised to find that the head of the small stick seemed to be moving slightly, and it was pointing at a few flaws at the same time.

One should know that Cong Yepan liked to plan and move. He wanted to catch the flaws of his opponent. He hit it. Therefore, his ability to observe the weakness was extremely strong. In this aspect, those who were stronger than him were as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin horn.

Moreover, knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, one would never be defeated. He knew his opponent's flaws, and at the same time, he knew where his flaws were. He also made amends and concealed them. In his opinion, only when he grasped his opponent's weakness... And his weakness was always something that his opponent could not figure out.

But now, his opponent's little stick was pointing at the flaws that he had thought to be concealed very well, and not a single one of them had been overlooked. How could Cong Yepan not be shocked by this?

A thought flashed through Cong Yepan's mind. He felt that it was very likely that there was something strange about the little stick. Because his opponent's martial arts shouldn't be that high, and his judgment wouldn't be that accurate either. Otherwise, why would he rely on the little stick to deal with him? There was no need to deliberately mystify him. He would directly compete with him.

Therefore, Cong Yepan didn't change his move. He just wanted to destroy the opponent's weapon first.

His confidence in his finger force was not inferior to his eyesight.

His finger once shook a small iceberg into ice crystals. He had also flicked his finger, causing the polar bear that was hunting seals in the water to die together with its prey. Killing could not bring him any joy, but at the same time, it would not bring any different emotions. Heaven and earth were heartless, and everything was treated as straw dogs.

When Cong Yepan had mastered his martial arts, he sometimes felt that he was the sky, the earth, and everything else was just straw dogs.

His finger pointed out without any reason or fancy moves. When the two of them collided, he was already waiting for his opponent to collapse.

However, he did not wait for what he wanted.

That small rod actually produced a great resistance in front of his finger, blocking his finger and unable to move forward at all.

Cong Yepan was shocked and angry. This kind of feeling had not been felt for many years, it was truly not good. Moreover, this was also very unfavorable to the reputation he wanted to establish.

Therefore, he smiled.

When he smiled, everyone would feel a chill in their hearts.

The most serious one was Nangong Shicai, who was standing opposite of him.

Nangong Shicai had seen the fight just now. He knew that he was no match for his opponent in terms of martial arts alone.

However, he also had his own reliance.

In the people in Community of Martial Arts martial arts competition, most of the time, it was not about martial arts itself. Of course, many other abilities could also be attributed to martial arts. However, some were called fantastical techniques, while others were called unorthodox techniques. There were also some orthodox people who used unique techniques.

The stick in Nangong Shicai's hand was one of the Nangong family's three treasures. It was called the Great Thousand Wishful Staff. There were many mysteries to this stick, and it could be said that after the Nangong family obtained it... However, there were only a few effects that they knew about. That's enough to call it a top-class treasure.

It was said that the Great Thousand Wishful Steel Staff was a treasure that fell from the sky above a few layers of the sky. Although it looked ordinary, it had extraordinary effects. One of its effects was that it could affect the thoughts of enemies to a certain extent. It could interfere with the enemy's judgment.

Just like the moment when they had just started fighting. If Cong Yepan chose to change his attack to attack Nangong Shicai's weakness, it was very likely that Nangong Shicai would also be caught by his opponent's deadly attack in a flurry. However, under the interference of the Great Thousand Wishful Steel Staff, even an expert like Cong Yepan felt like he was hallucinating.

It was precisely because he was very concerned about his weak point and defense. Therefore, he felt that the head of the staff was aiming at all of his flaws at the same time. That was why he did not act rashly and instead planned to destroy this seemingly mysterious rod in one go.

This time, he had temporarily saved Nangong Shicai. However, for the little stick, it was unknown whether it was a blessing or a curse.

Cong Yepan's finger touched the end of the little stick, and a great force was unleashed from his finger. Sure enough, Nangong Shicai's arms were trembling from the beginning, and his face was pale. It was obvious that he was under a lot of pressure. On the other hand, Cong Yepan was calm and composed, and he seemed to be very casual about it. It seemed like this battle would also end very soon.

But in the blink of an eye, almost five minutes had passed, and the situation on the battlefield was still the same. There was not much change. The only difference was that Cong Yepan's expression had changed a little. There was also surprise and doubt.

It turned out that Cong Yepan's finger force wasn't something Nangong Shicai could resist, but if it was pushed further... He found that the strange little stick seemed to be unable to see it and came out to help him. The force that he sent out... More than half of it was absorbed by the little stick.

At first, Cong Yepan wanted to compete with it, and he wanted to concentrate all of his power to destroy the strange little stick. After trying for a while, he was surprised to find that he could not do it.

In such a short period of time, the strength he used was enough to flatten a small mountain. However, the small stick still remained the same. It was just that the originally multi-colored appearance seemed to be slightly brighter. Of course, that could also be just an illusion.

Cong Yepan saw this situation and knew that he could not continue like this. Because if he had to destroy that strange little stick with all his strength, it might not be impossible. However, it wouldn't be a good idea to go all out to deal with an enemy's weapon. Moreover, the destructive power might be shocking and out of control at that time. He had come to build his own career, but he did not want to make everyone in the world his enemy. With this thought in mind, Cong Yepan retracted his power, wanting to get out of this situation and start over again. But he realized that he couldn't either.

At this moment, Nangong Shicai was in an even more miserable state.