C534 Firm as a Rock

Even though most of the energy had been absorbed by Da Qian's staff, the missing quarter of the energy was already too much for him to breathe. He thought to himself, Where did this old monster come from? He was so powerful that he could tell that he hadn't even used his full strength yet. I wonder how terrifying his full strength will be.

In any case, it seemed like there weren't many people in the Nangong family who could be his match. It was all because of the Great Thousand Wishful Steel Staff that he was able to temporarily resist it. When he felt that his opponent was about to withdraw his attack, Nangong Shicai hurriedly made a change as well.

Cong Yepan was about to withdraw his finger force, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to move even after pulling. His finger felt as if it had been glued to the end of the small stick. An endless stream of power flowed out from the small stick. It grabbed his finger and prevented him from leaving. He looked at Nangong Shicai again. His face had turned from white to red, and it was obvious that he was using all his strength to urge the energy. This power could not be described as abundant, but it was also very familiar. It was obvious that the power he had just sent out had been absorbed by the small stick, and now it was used to deal with him.

Cong Yepan smiled again, and Nangong Shicai was shocked. He felt his opponent's strength suddenly change, and it changed from retreating to advancing. Just as he was about to block it, the power changed again three to five times. He didn't have time to react at all. It was already a piece of cake for the other party to escape the Great Thousand Wishful Steel Staff's attraction. However, the other party chose not to do so. This could also be considered a form of humiliation.

Finally, Nangong Shicai took the initiative to withdraw the staff, but his vision blurred. His opponent had seized the opportunity to point his finger at him. It was still aimed at his glabella. Nangong Shicai was shocked. He hurriedly waved the staff into a ray of light. He defended his face. However, in this instant, Cong Yepan had already grasped one of his flaws. A finger hit his chest.

With a 'Ka Cha' sound, Nangong Shicai was sent flying by the finger. He fell four or five feet away, and landed on the ground with a 'Ka Cha' sound.

Everyone knew that the rising star of the Nangong family was also in trouble. However, they didn't expect him to stand up again with a trembling body. With his little stick placed in front of his chest, it seemed like he still had the strength to fight.

"Kid, you have a treasure on your chest. If I can't kill you with just a finger, I won't hurt you anymore. Don't force yourself."

His words seemed to carry some kind of magic. Nangong Shicai had wanted to keep going. However, after hearing the words of his opponent, he only felt his heart tremble. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spilled out. He wanted to hold it in. He couldn't hold it in and spat it out.

Cong Yepan's words had triggered his injuries. He realized that his injuries were much more serious than he had imagined. He just didn't know if it was because of the fact that his injuries were already so severe or because of the other party's words. He had purposely revealed the flaw in his chest just now because there was a defensive treasure of his sect, the Mysterious Heavenly Heart Protecting Mirror.

According to the old legend, this treasure belonged to the Three Kingdoms' Cao Cao. He was suspicious. It could be said that he had put his heart and soul into protecting him. He had also seized the son of heaven to order his feudal vassals. There were countless treasures in the world. This Heart Protecting Mirror was also said to have been stabbed by the Three Kingdoms' General Ma Chao, and it was all because of its firmness that it saved Cao Cao's life.

Now, with Cong Yepan's finger, the Mysterious Heavenly Heart Protecting Mirror had caved in and cracked. Nangong Shicai had at least broken three ribs, and what was even more terrifying was that... In the beginning, Nangong Shicai didn't feel that his injuries were this serious. If he continued to attack, it was very likely that the broken ribs would pierce into his heart along with his movements. Therefore, it was not a lie that Cong Yepan said that he did not want to take Nangong Shicai's life.

After saying this, Nangong Shicai was on the verge of collapse. Although he had the treasures of his family and his cultivation had been temporarily enhanced, the gap between him and his opponent in all aspects was still insurmountable.

Cong Yepan's eyes were no longer fixed on him, nor were they looking at the remaining opponents. He only slightly raised his head and looked at the sky with a calm expression. It was as if he was saying, Boring, boring. Invincible is truly a kind of loneliness.

His strength was indeed something that people could not face. Bu Tuoti died with a single strike. Nangong Shicai did not want to hold on for too long. He did not have the strength to fight back at all. Could the others be stronger than the two of them? Even if they were stronger, there was a limit to it. How many strikes could they take under the hands of this abnormal guy?

There was still a glimmer of hope that could be fought for desperately. But if there was no hope at all, then it would only be courting death. Who would be willing to throw away their great lives for nothing?

"Hmph hmph, what are you so proud of!? To bully the weak as the strong! So shameless! When Yours Truly reaches your age, I'll definitely beat you up!"

It was not an easy task to convince Zheng Mingyan. However, what he said was not wrong. All the people present were young and strong, and almost none of the older generation made a move. However, Cong Yepan didn't have any relationship with these sects, and no one had set the age and seniority. Therefore, no one had anything to say about Cong Yepan's participation.

However, no one could do anything about Zheng Mingyan's unreasonable reasoning. Everyone suddenly felt that what this child said was very reasonable. A few men with bad moral values started cursing from afar. What old shameless people and old demons said was unpleasant to the ears.

Cong Yepan really stood as tall as a rock. He turned a deaf ear to those words. As for what his heart was like, it was unknown.

However, cursing could only be done in a short period of time. It could not solve any practical problems. If he waited for Zheng Mingyan to grow up and defeat his opponent, he would really need to wait for too long.

Although Cong Yepan did not want to say anything, there were already people in his camp who started to speak.

"Today is the opening day. Is this the behavior of the so-called heroes of the Central Plains? If you can't beat someone, then find all kinds of excuses and excuses? If you have the ability, then find someone to compete with. Otherwise, all of you will shut up. I've never heard that the competition relies on words to determine the winner!"

These words indeed made people speechless. Those who were cursing only wanted to have a quick death. They knew that there was no way to solve the problem in the end. But what could they do? It was obvious that none of the people on the stage could be his opponent. If they attacked together, it would be embarrassing. If they were still defeated, then they would really lose all face.

At this extremely awkward moment, suddenly, everyone on the side dispersed like a tide. These few people were like dragons that had appeared from the sea, standing proudly in front of them. One of them had a tall and muscular body, as if it was divided in golden proportions. The contours of his face were as sharp as a knife or axe, but at the same time, it was so full and vivid. He looked like a king, but it was not Lee Hongji or anyone else.

"Don't be so arrogant! Who is saying that there is no one in the Central Plains?"