flstandardbreds Chapter 532 - 500 Speculations 6
Chapter 532 - 500 Speculations 6
Sang Lan grew increasingly alarmed as the fight went on.
It wasn’t just the opponent’s formidable self-healing speed; it was also that this person was rapidly becoming familiar with the Yin-Yang Cycle Finger technique he was using.
Facing his offensive, Zhang Rongfang was handling it more and more easily.
The advantage of preemptive defense started to manifest again.
Initially, it was unpredictable due to random bursts of the Spiritual Line. But as the encounter prolonged, Zhang Rongfang gradually grasped some of the opponent’s thought patterns, making it easier to dodge the Spiritual Line.
The two of them moved away from the city walls, gradually charging towards the remote mountain forest.
Along the way, one tree after another was severed by the Spiritual Line, leading Sang Lan to gradually become anxious.
His Spiritual Line morphed into various weapons, indeed being unstoppable, but if it couldn’t hit the person, it was entirely useless.
Suddenly, he stepped back several paces, stood firm, and inhaled.
"It seems I underestimated you before."
"Next... I will let you witness the highest skill of the martial arts I have practiced..."
The highest skill?
Zhang Rongfang appeared solemn, having fought this long, realizing that the opponent, as a Spirit General, was far less formidable than he had imagined.
Especially in terms of strength.
Logically, a Spirit General’s strength shouldn’t be this limited... But now it seems the Spirit General’s enhancements mainly focus on defense and recovery.
Not much increase in strength. Doesn’t match the recorded data.
He speculated two possibilities.
One possibility is that Sang Lan’s foundation was too weak, making this level of enhancement quite strong already.
The other possibility could be that the opponent hadn’t used their true trump card yet.
Next might be the real deal...
The two stood in the forest, surrounded by trees already chopped down in a large area by the recent fierce battle, forming a clearing.
"Although martial arts and such things indeed don’t have much use, the only thing I truly recognize is..."
Sang Lan spread his arms wide.
His eyes suddenly widened.
"Ultimate Form!"
"Momentary Line!"
At the same time, diamond-shaped blue spots lit up on both his arms.
The spots seemed like steps, extending from his shoulders toward his palms, resembling zebra stripes from a distance.
More than that, two sturdy silver tendrils grew from the calves behind his legs.
These tendrils landed directly on the ground, seemingly substituting part of the function of his legs, becoming new foot bases.
"Wind!"
Sang Lan uttered softly.
Suddenly, a massive stream of air swirled around him, rotating, then accelerating, violently rushing toward Zhang Rongfang.
During the swirling acceleration process, many traces of blue mist faintly penetrated into the air stream.
The wind mixed with blue mist was incredibly fast, with a wide coverage, making it impossible to evade.
Having no time to dodge, Zhang Rongfang quickly raised his arm to shield his face.
Whiz, whiz, whiz!
To his surprise, the blue wind cut into his body like blades, continually slicing and wounding his skin.
Bear in mind that he is a Grandmaster of Hard Skill, with skin and flesh hardness far beyond typical imagination. Yet even so, he was getting cut by this move.
One can imagine the destructiveness of this wind.
’This guy...’ Zhang Rongfang’s wounds continuously appeared and then healed.
The most troublesome thing was that under such air stream assault, any of his movements became extremely difficult and slow.
In this situation, even if he activated the Blood Lotus, or the Ultimate Form, without breaking through the opponent’s Spiritual Line shell, he couldn’t kill the opponent.
It was at this moment he realized the true value of the Heaven’s Dagger he had previously acquired.
Perhaps the so-called Heaven’s Dagger was designed for use at the Extreme Realm.
The Imperial Tutor back then was considered the pinnacle within the Extreme Realm. As a benchmark, equipped with weapons like the Heaven’s Dagger, even facing a Spirit General, victory would still need to be decided in battle.
Furthermore, the reason for the Imperial Tutor’s disappearance, many speculate, was likely due to being ambushed by Spirit and Deity Generals.
With all these thoughts swirling around, many ideas flashed through Zhang Rongfang’s mind.
But before he could come up with a strategy...
Within the blue air stream, a figure approached quietly. Silent like an assassin.
’Linxiang!’ Suddenly an ice-blue finger darted forward, precisely landing on the side of Zhang Rongfang’s neck.
That finger, covered in silver threads, pierced through Zhang Rongfang’s skin.
Bang!
Reflexively, Zhang Rongfang delivered a powerful strike in that direction.
Under the enormous force, his palm also became a bloody mess. Yet both managed to separate due to this strength.
Retreating over ten meters, Zhang Rongfang touched the side of his neck; it was bleeding...
And it was a deep blood hole that almost reached the windpipe.
This move was extremely dangerous; had he reacted slightly slower, it might have resulted in his entire neck being pierced.
Therefore....
He suddenly turned and sprinted rapidly in another direction.
This abrupt turn caught even Sang Lan off guard.
"Trying to escape!?" he hurriedly chased after him. This time managing to capture the Temple Master of Human Immortal Temple would be a major achievement. He certainly wouldn’t let the opportunity slip.
One pursued while the other fled, quickly crossing the forest again.
The woods on either side whisked past their ears at high speed. Suddenly, Zhang Rongfang halted abruptly, his whole body seemingly restrained, unable to move.
In his eyes, the large blue air stream surged toward him again, enveloping him.
Yet, to external observers, there was virtually no air stream; it was just him inexplicably pausing all of a sudden. Then he was struck by Sang Lan chasing from behind.
As blood sprayed, Sang Lan swiftly withdrew his hand, frowning at his fingers.
He noticed that at some point, the silver thread on his fingers had turned black.
"What is... this!?" This was why he hadn’t continued his aggressive pursuit and attack both times.
The Spiritual Line was crucial to their body’s makeup. If the Spiritual Line was injured, so were they.
This Temple Master of Human Immortal Temple... has something odd!
The more he fought, the more he felt something was off.
His final move was to amplify the will of the gods and Buddhas behind him, suppressing the opponent so they’re unable to move, ripe for slaughter.
But now, although his opponent was suppressed, when he attacked them, his own Spiritual Line felt wrong. What was going on?!
"Since that’s the case... let’s finish this with one move." Sang Lan looked at the blackness on his finger, finally revealing murderous intent in his eyes.
Originally, he planned to cripple them and capture them alive.
But now... to be safe, he decided to kill his opponent first.
"Die!"
He raised his right hand, his index fingertip gleaming with silver light, aimed at Zhang Rongfang’s forehead.
This time, he intended to blow up the opponent’s head!
Whizz!!!
In an instant, a silver line shot out, like a spear tip, flying towards Zhang Rongfang’s forehead.
Swish!
The blood lotus behind Zhang Rongfang quivered, and he suddenly tilted his head, precisely avoiding the strike.
As the Spiritual Line hadn’t swept over yet, he leapt high into the air.
"So... even you’re wary of me...."
In mid-air, Zhang Rongfang’s eyes glowed, seeing the blackness on the opponent’s finger.
The troubles he had been facing now had a solution.
At this moment, the opponent’s Spiritual Line armor, like a porcupine, finally revealed various solutions in his eyes.
The blood tests in the dungeon flashed through his mind.
Blood!
It turns out, the key was always within himself!
Restrain the divine.
It turns out it was himself!!!
"Blood Lotus!"
Suddenly, in mid-air, Zhang Rongfang’s entire body rapidly expanded.
His physique seemed to inflate, with all delicate parts becoming thick and strong, covered by black and red keratin.
Even the long black hair gained a thin layer of red epidermis, fluttering behind like a living thing.
Having already reached a height of four meters, he now expanded further to nearly four and a half meters.
The blood lotus on his back spread rapidly like a spider web over his entire body, making him appear like a strong, red-cracked puppet.
Strength and vulnerability, at this moment, two completely different styles fused on Zhang Rongfang.
’Immortal Technique Twelve, Scrap Earth!!’
Whoosh!
Like teleportation, Zhang Rongfang disappeared from mid-air instantly.
In the next second, he appeared behind Sang Lan, arms spread wide.
’Immortal Technique · Shadow Rainbow!!’
Boom!!!
Masses of blood mist suddenly shot out from Zhang Rongfang, forming clusters of blood mist that spun, condensed, and launched forward between his hands.
As the blood mist shot out at high speed, the visual remnants truly seemed like a spectacular blood-colored rainbow.
Sang Lan’s back felt like it was being pierced, sensing the danger, he shouted and massive blue airflow exploded around him, forming a wall pressing backward.
The blue airflow wall collided violently with the blood mist shadow rainbow.
They stalemated for a moment, then simultaneously dispersed.
At the same time as they dispersed.
Sang Lan retaliated with a finger, pointed at Zhang Rongfang’s head.
Zhang Rongfang also charged forward, aiming a punch at Sang Lan’s face.
Both had the same idea, attempting to ambush each other simultaneously at this moment.
Swish!
In an instant, both figures flashed, intersected, then separated.
"Your moves are useless against me now...."
A deep blood scar appeared on Zhang Rongfang’s cheek. But at that critical instant, he launched a preemptive defense, precisely avoiding the deadly finger.
Standing straight, he turned to face his opponent. The scar on his cheek healed in a second as if it never existed.
As his words fell, the Sang Lan behind him staggered, lowering his head to look at his chest.
The silver line armor there was dotted with a large patch of black spots.
This was the damage left by the shadow rainbow.
And most crucially, this damage couldn’t be restored!!
"What... technique is this?" Sang Lan asked bitterly.
"Immortal path."
Zhang Rongfang smiled slightly.
"Heaven and earth are natural, not worshipping gods, not worshipping Buddha, only cultivating one’s own immortal path!"
"The path of Human Immortal!!"
"Human Immortal...." Sang Lan touched a black spot, discovering that the Spiritual Line where the black spot appeared had completely hardened, unable to integrate into his body further, as if it didn’t belong to him anymore....
This resembled wounds caused by demonic weapons...
"Again!!" he suddenly roared angrily, turning to charge at Zhang Rongfang.
The Full Moon Finger erupted again, and a whole set of Limit-Breaking Skills were unleashed consecutively.
Lingxiang, Ice Skin, Jade Bone!
Three Limit-Breaking Skills of varying power and style were used in his final move state, with speed, strength, and momentum far exceeding usual.
But....
They missed!!
No matter what Limit-Breaking Skill, they all seemed anticipated by the opponent, unable to touch him.
Huff!
Suddenly, a piece of Spiritual Line burst out from Sang Lan’s arm, sweeping toward Zhang Rongfang.
But this move was avoided as well.