Chapter 28: Pure Yang Without Bounds, Divine Movement in Eight Methods

  Fierce as a raging fire, his voice thundered like a storm! The moment the towering giant appeared, his voice had already taken people's breath away. The intense flames of his inner energy surged and billowed around him, causing the temperature in the elegant pavilion to skyrocket in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it transformed from the lingering chill of early spring to a scorching heat that felt like being in the midst of a sweltering summer. Judging solely by this pure Yang inner energy cultivation, the giant before him was only slightly inferior to the Tianzhu monk of that day. Beside him, Yang Zhao, who had been embracing Mingyue's slender waist, couldn't help but feel secretly astonished, and forgot to let go.

  Yang Zhao was just a bystander, yet he still had this feeling. Li Shentong was the first to bear the brunt, and it was even more unbearable for him. The scorching heat wave roasted his skin, making him hastily use his internal energy to protect himself. When he looked closely, all he saw was that the giant in front of him had a face full of scars, with a fierce and sinister appearance, similar to the classic "Big Fool" from old Hong Kong movies. But what's even more bizarre is that this giant, who stood over eight feet tall, with a tiger-like back and bear-like waist, was wearing a refined and elegant Confucian scholar's robe, truly strange and incongruous to the extreme.

  Li Shentong was both angry and amused, furrowing his brow as he shouted: "Where did this little clown come from? Spouting nonsense all over the place, scattering books everywhere - aren't you afraid of making others laugh so hard their teeth fall out?! If you want to act refined, roll back home and read a few more years' worth of books before coming out to show off again!"

  The giant was taken aback, seemingly unaccustomed to being spoken to in such a manner. Before he could react and retort, the lights flickered and two figures emerged from the opposite wing, slipping under the giant's arm and forming a protective stance on either side of him. In the light, one man stood with only one eye, one ear, one arm, and one leg, yet remained as steady as a mountain. The other man had all his limbs intact but was leaning at a 45-degree angle, his brow crooked and mouth askew, as if he were defying gravity like Michael Jackson performing the moonwalk on stage. The difference being that Michael Jackson's moonwalk could only be sustained for a few seconds, whereas this slanted person seemed to have an invisible wooden frame supporting him from beneath, making it look effortless and natural.

  But then the slant-eyed man burst into a strange laugh and said in a shrill voice, "Young whippersnapper, mind your words. Be careful that disaster doesn't come from your mouth and you end up dead before your youth is over. What happened to those guys who dared to be rude to our young master in the past? Heh heh, I'm sure you wouldn't want to know, would you, Old Solo?"

  One of the solitary men looked gloomy and said, "Actually, it's nothing. Our young master is a refined person with a very kind heart. He has always been able to make people feel both pain and pleasure, and he will not end up like me, an old solitary man, suffering in this world."

  That giant didn't know whether he was really stupid or just pretending to be, but listening to the two weirdos under him talk, he actually started to float away. He opened his mouth and laughed three times, putting on a bold and unrestrained appearance, waving his hand grandly and saying: "Not bad, not bad, I am a refined scholar who has read extensively, I won't bother with someone as crude as you. Whoever it is, kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, then hand over the person who sang that song just now, and I'll let you off easy, letting you go back to sleep peacefully."

  As soon as the words were spoken, Fang Qinghui and Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust. On the other hand, Mingyue, the person involved, seemed to have lost all her strength, leaning softly against Yang Zhao's chest, not struggling at all. Looking at her appearance, she didn't seem to have heard even half a word from that giant.

  How can this situation not make Li Shentong's jealousy surge? He was full of resentment and had nowhere to vent it, so he didn't care about anything and loudly scolded: "Foul language, deserves a beating!" His right hand rose, and he slapped out.

  His palm was swift and agile, yet powerful. The giant's body was huge, but his reaction seemed extremely slow, not dodging or avoiding, letting the opponent slap his face with an open palm. The two strange men sitting on the fishing platform next to him didn't even think of lending a hand. All that could be heard was a crisp and clear "slap" sound, Li Shentong flew back, his face full of astonishment. His right hand kept trembling, feeling his meridians were in disarray, almost unable to muster up any strength. What a thick skin, what deep inner power!

  That giant burst out laughing, loudly shouting: "Coming but not going is impolite! See if this young master will return the courtesy!" Suddenly he rushed forward, raising his massive fist, as big as a sand pot, and aimed it at Li Shentong's straight nose, fiercely smashing down. The momentum was extremely fierce, as if he wanted to crush his skull with one punch. In an instant, the killing intent flashed, this young master from a noble family, who had never fought a life-and-death battle with anyone before, felt a sudden shock in his heart, and his arms instinctively rotated and intersected, instantly building a wall of copper and iron to protect himself.

  Fists clashed, and immediately burst out with a series of seven or eight deafening explosions. Li Shentong's internal strength and techniques were not inferior to his opponent, but he was at a disadvantage due to the sudden gathering of energy being insufficient, and the thunderous force could not be dissipated, causing him to shoot backwards like a cannonball. In an instant, "Boom boom bang", he crashed through five or six layers of walls, knocking over countless tables, chairs, bowls, and dishes, until he was drenched from head to toe, before finally managing to steady himself and stand still.

  Heavenly disaster, the guests who were drinking and sitting in the elegant building next door were all shocked and stunned. Immediately afterwards, they shouted loudly and fled in a hurry, covering their heads. In an instant, this floor of the Brocade Officer Building became empty, leaving only Yang Zhao and a few others behind.

  Li Shentong, born into a noble family, had always been treated with respect and deference. When had he ever been forced to such desperation? In an instant, his heart was filled with furious anger, his eyes bulging with rage. With a fierce cry, he unleashed his true energy, shaking the air. "Whoosh!" The sound of tearing fabric rose up, as his silk robes were shredded into powder. This young master of the Li family, now bare-chested, turned and charged out, using his palm as a knife to slash wildly with lightning speed. From the start, he held nothing back, unleashing the most ferocious killing move from the "Divine Movement Eight Methods": Thunderclap Slash!

  The burly giant saw Li Shentong's fierce momentum, but instead of being afraid, he became even more excited and wildly shouted: "Old Slant and Old Lonely are not allowed to take action, this gentleman is the one for me!" With a surge of true energy, his intense flames circulated around his body, and he raised two massive fists as big as sand pots and pounced forward. The two strange men, Slant and Lonely, indeed obeyed orders and stood in front of Yang Zhao and the others, their eyes fixed intently on them, seemingly not caring about their young master's safety at all.

  Yang Zhao furrowed his brow and quietly moved a few steps closer to Fan Qinghui, asking in a low voice: "Miss Fan, what do you think these people are up to?"

  Fan Qinghui didn't respond, but instead said lightly, "What do you mean by clinging to Mingyue like this? Let go." With a wave of her sleeve, she struck the acupuncture point on his elbow. Yang Shaowei and Mingyue both let out a soft cry at the same time, with the latter almost falling over - but was caught in time by Jingzhai's transmission. Fan Qinghui separated the two, and only then said nonchalantly, "That big guy is unrecognizable, but he has a strong and fierce aura on his body, capable of melting iron and gold. If I'm not mistaken, that should be the Tang Sect's ultimate technique - Pure Yang Infinite Skill. And those two strange people should be the Tang Sect's guardians, Dong Xixu and Xi Du. They are not evil spirits, but rather unorthodox; not poisonous medicine, but rather solitary."

  Yang Zhao was taken aback and couldn't help but say, "East lean west alone? Haha, this...this..." He suddenly covered his mouth and burst out laughing. Fang Qinghui naturally didn't understand what he was laughing at, gave him a puzzled look, and turned back to carefully observe the battle situation.

  They were talking on this side, and on the other side, the burly giant and Li Shentong had already collided and started a fierce hand-to-hand combat. The sound of their fighting was like thunder on a dry day, shaking the air and echoing far outside the wine tower. The giant's body was shrouded in a faint red glow, his fists wide open, his moves simple yet overbearing. Li Shentong, on the other hand, was furious, his killing intent overflowing, his palm blades flashing like lightning, swift and violent, aiming straight for the vital points. The two of them were like comets colliding with the earth, their battle intense and dazzling in an instant. The countless nobles and wealthy merchants around them were all drawn into the vortex of the fight, and soon they were shattered by the shockwaves of the two combatants' auras, reduced to flying splinters. The Pure Yang Infinite Striking God Technique's Eight Methods combined to unleash a destructive power that was absolutely stunning!

  They exchanged over a hundred blows in the blink of an eye, each attacking more and defending less. The intense energy of their internal forces had reached a boiling point and simultaneously erupted. Uncontrollably, they both spat out large mouthfuls of blood and were knocked backward by each other's inner power.

  Li Shentong crashed through the window and flew out into the street, landing with a loud thud. He was furious and anxious, just about to get up and fight again when suddenly there was a deafening crash. The entire wall of the Jin Guan building on the street had been smashed open, revealing a giant man engulfed in flames who rose into the air, laughing triumphantly: "If we weren't destined to meet, you'd have never come to this place! Watch as I smash your head into a rotten melon!" With both hands clenched into fists and a fierce gust of wind, he came crashing down with a crushing blow.

  This guy's nonsense and sloppy appearance actually has such a quick comeback, which is far beyond Li Shentong's expectations. With the killing move approaching, he can no longer care about his image or demeanor, and on the spot, he grits his teeth and rolls over to avoid the attack. The burly giant takes advantage of the situation and doesn't spare anyone, striking the ground with a loud thud, and immediately steps forward with a big stride, laughing savagely, with both fists rising and falling in succession, chasing Li Shentong to hit him continuously.

  Li Shentong's body was as slippery as a mud eel, and he always managed to avoid attacks at the last moment. Lü's fists struck down, but eight or nine times out of ten they only hit the ground. In an instant, the bluestone pavement was smashed into a pockmarked mess, yet this young master from a noble family emerged almost unscathed. Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder again. As someone well-versed in the I Ching and its eight trigrams, four symbols, and two principles, he naturally knew the positions of the Bagua very well. From his vantage point overlooking the battlefield, he clearly saw Li Shentong's movements as he dodged and weaved, and surprisingly, they also conformed to the Bagua positions.

  Shen Xing Ba Fa was created by Li Shentong, who improved upon his family's traditional "War Array Seven Styles". Li Shentong had a natural inclination towards martial arts and also enjoyed discussing Taoist theories. Therefore, this Shen Xing Ba Fa combined the eight legendary mythological figures. The previous move "Lei Zhen Pi Xie" was taken from Lei Zhenzi, while his current stance is taken from Fu Xi's "Fu Xi Hua Gu", and Yang Zhao's Pre-Heaven Eight Trigrams Step can be said to be of the same vein. He endured for a long time, his breathing regulated, and his internal energy circulated unimpeded. Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, concentrated all his strength in his right arm, waited for the giant's opening as he wildly attacked, then launched a "Chong Tian Pao" from bottom to top, simple yet powerful beyond measure, exactly like "Pangu Opens Heaven".

  With a loud "crack", two fists clashed, and both arms simultaneously emitted a splitting sound. Li Shentong let out a miserable cry as he was sent flying backward, while the burly giant also let out a shrill roar as he retreated diagonally, flying out three or four zhang before heavily crashing into the stone lion in front of Jin Guan Lou, shattering its head and forehead. As he slid to the ground with his back against the lion, he hadn't even caught his breath when he burst out laughing: "Ahahahaha...cough cough...it's been so long since I've had a fight this exhilarating! This young master's fists...cough cough...don't kill nameless small fries. White-faced brat, quickly report your name!"

  Li Shenfu took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, saying in a low voice: "I am Li Shentong, the cousin of Tang Emperor Gaozu Li Yuan. And you are?"

  "What's with the 'Sugar Country Lord' and 'Salt Country Lord'? Never heard of it." The burly giant also struggled to get up, sneering: "Remember clearly. This young master is Tang Men's junior master, Tang Siwen is his name."

  This uncouth Tang Siewen seemed to have really never heard of the great name Li Yuan. His two attendants, Tang Dongxie and Tang Xidu, however, changed their expressions in unison, no longer bothering to keep an eye on Yang Zhao and others, and jumped down onto the street together, calling out: "Young Master!" They went up to him and whispered in his ear about Li Yuan's identity and status. Tang Siewen was shocked, scratching his hair and staring wide-eyed, exclaiming: "What? You say this Duke of Salt Country is a high-ranking official who can't be offended? But the frame has already been set up and the name reported, what else can be done?"

  This question is really hard to answer, and even the evil-minded and poisonous-thinking individuals were speechless. They looked around and saw that the originally bustling street was now empty due to Li Shentong and Tang Siwen's fierce battle. Except for Yang Zhao and his group, not a single soul was in sight. The evil-minded person naturally had wicked thoughts, and the lone guest also had poisonous ideas. The two exchanged a glance and shouted: "Easy! Let's just kill them all, and all troubles will be solved!"

  Tang Shengwen burst out laughing and exclaimed, "Great idea! You two are really resourceful." With a split of his fists to the left and right, the surging flames of Pure Yang Infinite Skill erupted from his body once again, and astonishingly, there was no sign of weakening.

  Li Shentong's face changed drastically, knowing that his right hand was fractured from the intense punch earlier. Even if he forced himself to continue fighting, his combat power would be greatly reduced. However, this Tang Siewen seemed to have thick skin and flesh, as if he couldn't be killed no matter how hard he was hit. This made Li Shentong even more unsure of what to do.

  Just as he hadn't made up his mind, he heard the fierce Tang Siewen shouting from across: "You pale-faced kid, come and accept your death!" As he spoke, he took a step forward and charged at Li Shentong. At the same time, Dong Xi and Du Gu simultaneously let out strange whistles, leapt back onto the Jin Guan Lou building, and drew out gleaming black scythes from under their robes, aiming directly at Yang Showa and Ming Yue...

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  First of all, as usual, please vote for the red ticket and collect it. Secondly, regarding the issue of the story's pace, I ask readers to be a little more patient and confident, 12 is absolutely not awkward at all!!!!!!!

  Yes, following the tradition of Hong Kong comics, starting from this issue, we enter a new chapter "Divine State Dragon Pulse". What does that mean? I'm sure friends who have read "The Storm Riders" know. But don't tell those who don't know, haha^_^;