Chapter Sixteen: Tiger Roar Dragon Fist

  Feeling that biting chill, Ye Chen's heart felt a sense of crisis for the first time. He switched from holding his sword with one hand to two hands and set up a dense layer of sword aura in front of him.

  Pfft!

  Like ice encountering boiling water, the sword curtain disintegrated under Zhang Hao Ran's palm strength. Just as his opponent's hand was about to press against his chest, Ye Chen let out a furious roar and punched upwards with his left fist.

  "Vajra Infinite!"

  This move is the strongest punch in the Golden Fist, Ye Chen has already practiced it to the point of being both hard and soft as one, at this time, combined with the violent anger, it immediately pushed to an unimaginable realm.

  The two fists had not yet made contact, but a faint crackling sound was already emitted. Zhang Hao Ran was shocked, he had never seen such a fierce Diamond Fist before, it was almost on par with the top-tier martial skills of the human realm. However, what did that matter? In terms of internal energy quantity and quality, he held an overwhelming advantage.

  "Get out!"

  Fierce and powerful, Zhang Hao Ran's strength increased again, a lightning-fast palm pressed onto Ye Chen's fist.

  Bang!

  Frost burst shattered, and Ye Dun was immediately knocked out, with fresh blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. That left arm was emitting cold air, and it was already impossible to use force again.

  "Next time, remember to keep your eyes open, not everyone can be offended." His body paused slightly, and Zhang Hao Ran struck Ye Chen with another palm.

  At this moment, Ye Chen couldn't care about anything else. His right wrist shook, and the fine steel sword transformed into a dazzling cold light that shot out in a straight line, sharp and elegant. Although it seemed very close, it also gave people an illusion of being still far away. Even Zhang Haoran was stunned for a moment, his left hand behind his back hastily reaching out to try and catch the flash of the sword.

  Wu Zongming saw the situation and knew that even if Ye Chen had injured Zhang Haoran, he would still be crippled, and it was all done in front of him. How could he bear it?

  "Fierce fire is merciless!"

  In the midst of the chaos on Mars, Wu Zongming burst out with a swift step, throwing a punch from the side towards Zhang Haoran.

  Faced with the pincer movement of the two, Zhang Haoran could no longer maintain his composure, and his hands instantly withdrew, his sleeves fluttering as he suddenly shrunk into a tiny figure, disappearing from the encirclement in the blink of an eye.

  Human-level high-ranking martial skill - Cun You Bu!

  Wu Zongming didn't expect to be able to defeat Zhang Haoran, but the latter's strength made him increasingly apprehensive. With his Lingyun skill cultivated to the fifth level, Liuyun Santaijin had reached a high level of mastery, and Hanjin Palm was also fully mastered. Now, he had added another footwork martial technique, "Cunjou Step". It was really unknown what other formidable martial techniques he still had hidden up his sleeve.

  "What's your name, brother?" Wu Zongming took a deep breath and asked Ye Chen with his head tilted to the side.

  Ye Chen was urging his internal energy to dispel the cold air on his left arm, and upon hearing this, he said: "Ye Chen."

  "My name should be familiar to you, so I won't say more. However, your fist and sword techniques are quite impressive! Almost made me look away." Just now, Ye Chen's punch also caught his attention, although he was injured from the exchange with Zhang Haoran, among the outer sect disciples, how many could withstand a single palm from Zhang Haoran? Not to mention that Ye Chen was only at the sixth layer of Qi Refining Realm.

  "I'm sorry to have made you laugh." Ye Chen's tone was calm, but his heart was slightly anxious. The cold energy in his palm was like a worm in his bones, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of it cleanly. It wasn't until now that Ye Chen felt some regret. If only he had cultivated a human-level middle-tier technique, then even if the quality of his internal energy wasn't as good as Zhang Haoran's, it wouldn't be too far off, and he would definitely be able to drive out this cold energy.

  Of course, this can't be blamed on Ye Chen. The value of a human-level middle-tier cultivation technique is equivalent to that of a high-tier martial skill, and as an outer sect disciple, it's impossible for him to obtain one. Some trashy human-level middle-tier cultivation techniques are available in the Martial Skills Pavilion, but cultivating a technique isn't something you can do just because you want to - it consumes a lot of energy and time. If he were to change his technique later on, he'd have to spend even more time dissolving the internal energy he's already cultivated, which would be extremely foolish. So Ye Chen had originally planned to rely on adventuring in the Wooden Man Alley to obtain a good cultivation technique - who knew he'd run into this situation?

  "Wu Zongming, you're looking for death." With the two of them joining forces to push him back, Zhang Haoran's face turned red and white by turns, finally becoming a purplish-green color, with an ominous and terrifying expression.

  Wu Zongming said coldly: "You don't have the qualifications to say this."

  "Alright, neither of you two will be leaving today, Ice Snow Universe!" The tenth layer of internal energy surged up, and a blue light flashed on Zhang Hao Ran's body. That was the sign that Ling Yun Gong had been activated to its limit, showing that he had truly become enraged and was attacking without holding back.

  Only to see Zhang Hao Ran's hands each draw a semicircle, the mournful cold wind converges into a group, spinning restlessly, rushing towards the two people with a howl.

  Hooooo...

  A cold wind howls, sweeping out like a tornado, the ground is covered with layers of frost, spreading rapidly.

  Wu Zongming was shocked, and from the momentum of this palm, it's not hard to see that Zhang Haoran is close to condensing his Qi into reality, converting his internal energy into true energy, leaving only the last step, otherwise he would not be able to exert the Cold Immersion Palm to such an extent, it's simply like a real blizzard.

  "Like a raging fire sweeping across the prairie!"

  Wu Zongming hadn't used his full strength for a long time, and now even his hidden potential was forced out. In an instant, a hot wave surged forth, his face gradually turning red, and finally becoming like a fiery jade, emitting heat that rose straight up.

  His two fists were even more scorching hot, almost melting, with a terrifying aura, blasting out to meet that mournful cold wind.

  The earth was shaking, the walls were shaken by the strong air, and the stones fell down in pieces.

  Bang!

  Zhang Haoran and Wu Zongming both retreated, but Zhang Haoran only took three steps back, while Wu Zongming took four.

  At this moment, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared, stabbing straight at Zhang Haoran's left rib, swift as a startled swan in the rain, silent and soundless.

  "Looking for death."

  Zhang Haoran had not yet caught his breath when he saw Ye Chen make a move with his sword. In a fit of rage, without regard for the limits of his physical endurance, he forcefully summoned his inner energy and threw a punch that shook the air.

  The tempered sword bent like a bow under the powerful aura, unable to advance an inch, giving Ye Chen a deeper understanding of Zhang Haoran's strength.

  "Zhang Haoran, take this punch from me."

  Wu Zongming seemed to have forgotten the fact that many can overpower the few, and with a sudden movement, he pounced straight at Zhang Haoran.

  Without sufficient inner energy support, Zhang Haoran was unable to display his inch-traveling steps. Inwardly hating and resentful, he exchanged a punch and palm with Wu Zongming, fresh blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

  "This is what you've driven me to."

  Taking advantage of his opponent's momentum, Zhang Haoran exaggeratedly retreated a dozen steps, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and saying coldly.

  Wu Zongming thought to himself: Does this guy still have some martial arts moves that he hasn't used yet?

  Ye Chen also furrowed his brow, he had to admit that Zhang Hao Ran was the only genius he admired so far, several martial skills had been refined by him to perfection.

  Staring at the two with a stern gaze, Zhang Hao Ran clenched his fists, and intense blue light burst out from his fist edges, finally transforming into a dazzling blue airflow.

  With the blue airflow surging, a faint tiger's roar suddenly echoed through the air, shocking everyone.

  "Roar of the Tiger Fist!"

  At this sight, Wu Zongming's face changed instantly, and he blurted out.

  "Top-tier human-level martial skill, Tiger Roar Dragon Fist. This is bad, how does Zhang Hao Ran possess so many martial skills?" Ye Chen had heard people talk about this martial skill before, it was said that among the Flowing Cloud Sect's top-tier human-level martial skills, only a few skills like the Subduing Demon God Fist could rival the Tiger Roar Dragon Fist. Logically speaking, only inner sect disciples should be able to cultivate top-tier human-level martial skills, but Zhang Hao Ran had clearly broken this rule.