The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 238 - 238: 171: Keep Chopping Until It’s Dead_2



Chapter 238 - 238: 171: Keep Chopping Until It’s Dead_2

The silent Dragon Armor observed every move of his opponent and listened to every word he uttered, absorbing everything in the process of fighting, appropriating everything for himself.

“Young Master Feng’s comprehension is like no other I’ve witnessed in my life!”

The Dragon Armor’s quick absorption and transformation of the essentials of boxing far exceeded I’s expectations. After a few rounds, this warrior couldn’t resist praising, then started to grumble,

‘Who taught Young Master Feng martial arts? They must have been a low class loser. With such talent, you would have reached the Mixed Element Realm at least, if I had taught you.”

The Dragon Armor made no response but confronted the weaponless warrior with fists, absorbing all martial arts related knowledge and producing new variations. Gradually, I stopped pointing out the techniques because there was nothing more to say.

At this moment, I, who was more astonished and introverted at the progress of the fighting, discovered that in a mere martial arts duel, the highly talented Young Master Feng had transformed from initial stiffness and immaturity to flexibility and proficiency.

Students surpassing their teachers surpass blue!

As a teacher, most would be delighted to see their student outperform them. But if a student exceeds them in less than half an hour, even those with the best composure would struggle to maintain their mood.

“Is Young Master Feng making a mockery of me?”

After a round of thunderous fists clashing, I’s complexion was ashen, a mix of being made fun of, annoyance and anger displayed on his face.

Because he was already no match for his opponent with the same boxing method. Feng built new variations on the basis of what he just taught him, which put him at a disadvantage in the duels.

However, he knew it was just his impotent rage, because his opponent’s fist contained the essence of martial arts he had just talked about, and the fist still contained his insights.

But this was precisely why he couldn’t believe it, nor was he willing to. How could there be such a freak in the world who could absorb all his years of insights through a single duel?

“Young Master Feng, are you ignoring me? Don’t blame me for being rude then, my strength isn’t boxing, it’s using a knife. Please take your halberd.”

To salvage his last ounce of dignity, an unnerved I withdrew several steps and reached for the hilt of his knife by his waist. What had made him famous was not boxing, which he only practiced to strengthen his body in younger years, it was using the knife!

Take the halberd?

The Dragon Armor glanced at the Thunder Sea Halberd placed in the mud and slowly shook its head. It rarely met a member of the Human Race who was willing to be an exercise partner and it seemed too cruel to hack him to death at once.

If it was about the skill of using a knife, it had also practiced it. Since this human was most skilled at the knife, it would practice the knife. It was a good opportunity to get pointers about its knife skills from him as his boxing instructions had been very beneficial.

Hmm? This courtyard, it’s a pity!

The Dragon Armor glanced around the location it had chosen for practicing martial arts. Though it could control itself when swinging the halberd alone, when fighting with others, while maintaining restraint, the scattered energy had already caused all bricks, greeneries, pavilions, bamboo forests and so on within a radius of over a dozen feet to shatter. Consequently, the whole ground lay in ruins.

Not to worry though, it knew its owner had plenty of money, and since things had already reached this point, it didn’t mind going a step further.

“What is Young Master Feng’s intention?”

At the moment, I’s eyes were a bit red. A deep grey True Qi was pervading his body, being as if substantial, making him appear like a fierce ghost emerging from the underworld.

The Dragon Armor responded with actions. With a gentle wave of its hand, a startling cold-lighted sword appeared in its hand, no different from the Wild Goose Ling Knife hanging by I’s waist.

This was one of the winnings from the Water Mansion’s treasure vault, one of the eighteen types of weapons, chosen specifically for practicing skills. In other words, the knife in its hand now was merely a practice knife.

“Young Master Feng wants to have a knife duel with me? Good, let’s see Young Master Feng’s knife skills!”

This was his adept area. In the boxing duel, I, who had lost his composure, gained his confidence back. He slowly pulled out the knife from his waist. An invisible but substantial unique force pervaded his body, causing the broken bricks at his feet to slowly disintegrate into dust. When the wind blew, the dust was wafted into the air.

“This is the blade intent I have learned after chopping waves by the river for ten years, Breaking Wave!”

Now, Jiangbei has a completely different demeanor, like a bloodthirsty mad knife drawn from its sheath.

“Please enlighten me, young master!”

The moment his words fell, a trench as deep as a meter appeared instantly between the ground under Jiangbei’s feet and the Dragon Armor. Amid the sparks that burst forth in an instant, Ming in the Dragon Armor, who was focusing on him, only swung his sword once before he was sent flying by the deep-grey blade aura, piercing through the forest and courtyard in an instant, and smashing into a room. He pierced through and was stopped by a suddenly appearing white wall, narrowly avoiding being split out of the courtyard in one cut.

Pushing away the rubble and broken beams on him, Ming, the Dragon Armor, slowly sat up, looking down at his chest. There were no marks naturally, but he knew that if he were a human, he would have been dead from that strike.

“What are you thinking?”

The teenager surrounded by the two wolves of black and white walked out of the darkness, looking at the armor half-buried in the ruins.

I lost!

Ming, the Dragon Armor, looked up, his amber eyes sparkling as he watched

Feng Qing’an, a faint sense of defeat surfaced.

“And then?”

Feng Qing’an gazed down at the armor. No matter what this guy did and how it deviated from the norm, he had always supported him and never hindered him.

“Are you struck dead by him? Can’t you stand up? Or did you lose the spirit to wield your sword and strike him again?

In response to the three consecutive questions, Ming, the Dragon Armor, silently stood up from the ruins, gripping his sword firmly. He followed the trench he had created and headed towards the scene of the previous battle.

“I only have one demand for you!”

The voice of Feng Qing’an rang out, halting the Dragon Armor’s forward step.

“Use everything you’ve learned to cut that guy down. No need for any reservations. Keep cutting as long as he’s not dead. This courtyard is your battlefield. You don’t need to restrain.”

I won’t disappoint you!

The Dragon Armor took another step forward, his stride more resolute than ever before, a faint but strikingly similar aura to that of Jiang Bei emerged.

“Sen Miao, can you hold on?”

Watching the Dragon Armor going to find his opponent, Feng Qing’an’s gaze fell on a figure behind him, a being with a dragon’s head, a horse’s body, and wings growing from its spine.

“Just keep the aftermath of the battle from spreading out of the courtyard, right?”

“Hmm!”

Feng Qing’an nodded, he had noticed when Jiangbei came to the door of his courtyard, his alertness hadn’t worsened to this extent. He originally wanted the Dragon Armor to blast him away, but he found out this guy seemed to have a penchant for playing the tutor.

He did like to fight and vent his overly strong energy, but he also enjoyed expressing his martial arts essentials during the battle. Feng Qing’an then changed his mind. Such people with open minds were too rare.

Although it was the Dragon Armor who was learning, through “Sending God Skill,” Feng Qing’an could descend on the Dragon Armor at any time. He could also get sixty or seventy percent of it, being a first-person viewpoint. Not to mention, he could also observe the flow of Qi.

Sen Miao confidently replied.

“Then there’s no problem!”

Feng Qing’an nodded. Though he did promise the Town God during the day not to cause a ruckus, and ended up turning the courtyard he was staying in into ruins that very night, which was somewhat disrespectful. But, wasn’t this passive retaliation? It’s not his fault..


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