Chapter 245 - 224: Is This Force Enough?

Chapter 245: Chapter 224: Is This Force Enough?

Han Jianshen grinned, his gaze sweeping over the Panshi Sect disciples as he called out loudly:

"Which senior brother or sister from the Panshi Sect would care to offer me some instruction? Surely you must be stronger than the Liuyun Sword Sect, right?"

Han Jianshen’s words were like fine needles, piercing the hearts of every Panshi Sect disciple present.

Though his tone was cheerful, the undisguised contempt within it made them all feel a stifling indignation.

Lu Jingxing’s brow tightened, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist. Just as he was about to rise and enter the arena, He Qingjing, who was beside him, grabbed his arm.

"I’ll go."

He Qingjing’s voice was calm, yet carried a firm resolve. She released Lu Jingxing’s arm and, in a flash, landed gracefully on the Martial Arts Arena.

It was the Soaring Void Nine Transitions Body Technique. Her movements were clean and efficient, her presence valiant and striking.

"Senior Sister He, number two on the Cyan Cloud Ranking! I’ve heard so much about you!"

Seeing He Qingjing take the stage, Han Jianshen’s eyes lit up. A smile touched his lips as he cupped his fists in a salute.

"However... Senior Sister He, you seem a bit frail. Why not let Senior Brother Jiang or Senior Brother Chen take your place? I’m afraid I might not be able to hold back and end up injuring you. That would be unfortunate."

He Qingjing’s expression darkened, but she said nothing.

Her right hand swept across her waist, and a long whip appeared in her grasp like a nimble serpent.

The whip was over ten feet long, its length covered in intricate patterns that gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

In the next instant, with a flick of her wrist, the whip cracked through the air, transforming into several silvery-white streaks that lashed toward Han Jianshen from different directions.

The shadows of the whip tore through the air with a piercing shriek!

When Han Jianshen saw the sky filled with whip shadows, he didn’t even try to dodge. Instead, he burst out laughing.

He thrust out both palms, meeting the flurry of whip shadows head-on.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

A rapid series of sharp cracks echoed across the Martial Arts Arena as Han Jianshen’s palms flew up and down, batting away each and every whip strike.

While swinging his palms, he casually advanced toward He Qingjing step by step, as if taking a leisurely stroll. The same relaxed smile remained fixed on his face:

"Weak. Far too weak, Senior Sister He! Who could you possibly hit with so little power?"

He Qingjing’s eyes narrowed. With a shift of her feet, her figure suddenly became illusory.

The next moment, nearly nine figures appeared on the Martial Arts Arena at once, surrounding Han Jianshen. Each one was so lifelike it was impossible to tell which was her true self.

Then, a torrent of whip shadows lashed out at Han Jianshen from all directions, like a great net woven from afterimages descending from above.

"Oh? Soaring Void Nine Transitions? Something’s missing!"

The smile on Han Jianshen’s face never wavered. He drew his palms back to his chest, then in the next instant, thrust them out together.

A sky full of Palm Seals fanned out from him in all directions, like a peacock displaying its feathers.

The Palm Seals collided with the whip shadows, erupting in a rapid series of explosions. Under the force of the Palm Seals, the whip shadows burst like bubbles, dissipating one after another.

Han Jianshen’s eyes shifted, and he instantly pinpointed He Qingjing’s true location.

He moved through the lingering whip shadows and appeared before He Qingjing. The barrage of Palm Seals continued, blanketing her entire body like a furious storm.

Her last attack having been shattered head-on, He Qingjing’s Qi Blood and Inner Strength were now in turmoil. She was utterly powerless against the tide of incoming Palm Seals.

She could only grit her teeth and retreat hastily, hoping to buy herself a moment’s respite.

But as fast as she retreated, Han Jianshen was faster!

In just two steps, he had closed the distance between them to less than five feet. He Qingjing had nowhere left to run!

With no other choice, He Qingjing flicked her wrist. Infused with Power, the flexible whip instantly became as straight and hard as a rod.

She held the whip with both hands as if it were a spear. Stomping her right foot back, she turned her retreat into an advance, boldly thrusting the spear-like whip toward Han Jianshen’s chest.

"All flash and no substance! What good will that do? You don’t have enough strength!"

Seeing He Qingjing’s move, Han Jianshen’s face actually showed a flicker of displeasure, as if disappointed that she was so easy to defeat.

His entire right arm suddenly turned crimson, as if flames were burning beneath his skin. He then slapped his palm against the tip of the thrusting whip.

BAM!

With a dull thud, He Qingjing felt a violent force travel up the whip. The power behind her all-out thrust had been completely dispersed by Han Jianshen’s single palm strike.

The long whip let out a mournful creak, bending at an unnatural angle. Meanwhile, Han Jianshen’s palm strike continued unabated toward He Qingjing’s chest.

He Qingjing had no time to counter and could only cross her arms in front of her chest on instinct.

BAM!

Han Jianshen’s palm struck squarely against He Qingjing’s crossed arms. A searing pain shot through her arms as the force blasted through her defense and slammed violently into her chest.

A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she involuntarily coughed up a spray of blood. She was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground before coughing up another mouthful of blood.

Han Jianshen stood his ground, looking down at the fallen He Qingjing. His brow furrowed, his voice filled with unconcealed disdain. "How can you be so fragile?"

In the stands, Chen Yue’s eyes narrowed. His right hand pressed down on the armrest of the stone bench, and just as he was about to rise and leap into the Martial Arts Arena, a hand stretched out from the side, blocking his path.

"Let me go first."