Chapter 182 - 121: Master and Disciple Clash

Chapter 182: Chapter 121: Master and Disciple Clash

Lu Jing’an walked up to Chen Xuan, who returned the envelope to him.

Lu Jing’an took the envelope and asked, "Master, what are your thoughts after reading this?"

Chen Xuan replied, "Young Master, the methods and abilities of the Void Blood Cultivators are far more treacherous than what Mr. Xu described to us."

Lu Jing’an nodded. "That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with you, Master.

"Whether Mr. Xu omitted them intentionally or out of ignorance during his introduction that day, he left out several core techniques.

"Especially the ability to condense a Blood Shadow Clone.

"This is considered one of the core abilities of a Blood Cultivator. By consuming a vast amount of Essence Blood, they can condense a clone that possesses the exact same abilities as themselves.

"So, Master, there’s no need for you to rush to the frontlines when the time comes.

"Let the Hu family fight first. Who knows, the one leading the charge might just be a clone."

Chen Xuan nodded, indicating that he had taken note.

At this moment, Chen Xuan’s gaze fell on Lu Jing’an, whose body was still steaming with a faint white mist. A glimmer flashed in his eyes as he suddenly spoke up. "Young Master’s Six Harmonies Fist is just a hair’s breadth away from Great Success, isn’t it?"

Lu Jing’an replied frankly, "Indeed. At the earliest, it will be today; at the latest, in just three to five days."

Hearing this, Chen Xuan fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, he took half a step forward, spreading his left foot slightly and raising his right arm. He extended his palm flat facing upward, assuming a standard sparring stance.

Chen Xuan looked calmly at Lu Jing’an. "Young Master, how about a spar?"

Lu Jing’an was taken aback at first, but then a scorching brilliance erupted in his eyes.

Since Lu Jing’an had begun his martial arts cultivation, aside from Chen Xuan, there was no one else in Yin Mountain County who could truly match him in a spar. However, Chen Xuan had always adhered strictly to etiquette and had never taken the initiative to suggest one.

Lu Jing’an couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity today.

"Alright!" Lu Jing’an gave a low shout and then ordered Orchid, "Go guard outside. No matter what sounds come from inside, no one is allowed to approach."

"Yes, Young Master." Orchid didn’t dare to ask any questions. She bowed, backed out, and gently closed the heavy wooden door.

The training room instantly quieted down, leaving only the faint sound of the wind outside the window.

Lu Jing’an took a deep breath and gently rested his right wrist on Chen Xuan’s flat palm.

BANG!

The moment their wrists made contact, it was as if two heavy blocks of cast iron had violently collided!

A majestic and immense power surged from Chen Xuan’s wrist without any flashy tricks. It was steady, condensed, and overwhelmingly unstoppable.

Lu Jing’an had long been prepared. His Dantian True Qi circulated rapidly, and an equally fierce counter-force rebounded out. Amidst the muffled thud, their sleeves fluttered and snapped loudly without any wind.

The clash of pure physical strength actually agitated the air into a low hum.

A look of surprise flashed past Chen Xuan’s eyes. He knew Lu Jing’an’s cultivation was progressing at an incredible speed, but this vigorous, solid foundation and explosive power still exceeded his expectations.

With a quick thought, Chen Xuan stopped testing the waters.

His resting wrist suddenly sank, hooked, and pulled. His right fist then shot out like a dragon emerging from the abyss, aiming straight for Lu Jing’an’s heart!

This punch was plain and unadorned, yet it was so fast that it left only an afterimage. Where the fist struck, the air emitted a sharp HISS, as if being torn apart.

"Good strike!" Lu Jing’an cheered inwardly.

His body turned slightly along with Chen Xuan’s pulling momentum. He had already executed the Flowing Cloud Fist’s "Cloud-Enveloped Body."

Lu Jing’an’s entire body seemed to transform into a mass of formless, intangible flowing clouds. When Chen Xuan’s fist—which possessed enough power to shatter stone monuments—made contact with him, eighty percent of its force was bizarrely deflected and neutralized.

However, the remaining twenty percent was still as heavy as a mountain, crashing into Lu Jing’an and causing his vitality to surge slightly.

In the next moment, Lu Jing’an’s fist style abruptly changed.

His turning body unfurled like a cloud, and his right hand assumed the posture of sweeping clouds. With a hook and a stroke, he actually borrowed that remaining twenty percent of force, redirecting Chen Xuan’s fist right back at him!

This was precisely the "Pushing Moon Hand" of the Flowing Cloud Fist, a clever Technique of using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.

Although Chen Xuan hadn’t cultivated the Six Harmonies Fist, he was, after all, a powerful Martial Cultivator from whom the red entry [Master of Boxing] could be extracted. His cultivation in fist skills had long reached the Transformation Realm, and his sensitivity to Fist Force was exquisite to the finest detail.

The muscles in Chen Xuan’s arm twitched slightly, and the deflected fist came to a sudden halt. Instead, he borrowed the momentum of Lu Jing’an’s stroke, dragging the young man’s body forward into a stumble.

At the same time, Chen Xuan’s left fist struck out silently like a dormant venomous snake.

The speed of the punch was so immense that it actually left a blurry white trail in the air. Only then did the sharp screech of tearing air suddenly erupt!

This punch was no inferior to the lightning-fast momentum of the Thunder Shock Fist!

Lu Jing’an’s pupils shrank slightly, having no time to change his move.

The True Qi within his body roared into motion, and his fists created a dazzling flurry of shadows in front of his chest.

Thunder Shock Fist: Chain Fist!

His punches struck like thunder, forming a continuous chain. In a single breath, Lu Jing’an blasted out dozens of punches!

Even more terrifying was the fact that over those howling fists, an ice-cold True Qi had already begun to permeate. In a split second, Lu Jing’an had shifted his True Qi into the Ice Condensing Fist attributes!

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

A dense barrage of collisions exploded like beating drums!

The Ice Cold True Qi and Chen Xuan’s scorching, fierce Fist Force clashed and annihilated each other frantically. The temperature in the training room plummeted. Where their fists met, the rapid alternation of extreme cold and heat erupted into clusters of thick white mist.

These clouds of mist were immediately torn apart by the violent power and shot out in all directions!

BOOM!

With an even more muffled, tremendous boom, the two figures suddenly separated.

Lu Jing’an stumbled backward with a rapid THUD THUD THUD, taking seven steps in quick succession.

With every step, he left a footprint over an inch deep on the hard bluestone floor. Around the edges of the footprints, the stone tiles surprisingly fractured in a spiderweb pattern.

When Lu Jing’an finally stabilized his stance, his entire body was steaming with heat like fog, with a plume of white air rising straight up from the top of his head.

Chen Xuan also retreated three steps before steadying himself. On the sleeve of Chen Xuan’s right arm, a thin layer of white frost had actually condensed, its chill piercing straight through to the skin.