“This one is truly cautious…”
He knew that Qing Yuan was at the first layer of the Spirit Sea Realm, and the Light Spirit Fist-Palm Art was his fundamental spirit art.
This spirit art utilized the power of both hands, requiring split-mind concentration to wield. One fist, one palm, their power erupting simultaneously with equal force.
Ordinary martial artists would find it difficult to defend against.
Yet, for Qing Yuan to unleash this spirit art against Qin Ning, it truly showed how cautious he was.
“A spirit art combining fist and palm, huh…”
Qin Ning smiled, “Not bad, this spirit art is decent, but I wonder how much of its true power you can unleash!”
Having lived nine lives and nine generations, and being an Emperor-level figure, Qin Ning understood this spirit art better than anyone. Especially low-level spirit arts, the more complex they were, the harder they were to control.
Split-mind concentration – easy to say, difficult to do.
For Qing Yuan to dare unleash this spirit art before him was like showing off an axe before Lu Ban – the outcome would still be death!
“Alright, let me show you what true fist-palm combination is!”
As Qin Ning finished speaking, his left hand subtly rose, and the Tiger Roar Dragon Chant Fist transformed into a palm technique.
His left hand continuously executed the Crouching Tiger Stance, Flying Tiger Stance, Leaning Tiger Stance, and Roaring Tiger Stance. These four fist techniques had now become palm techniques.
Meanwhile, his right hand slowly rose as well.
The Dragon Form Stance, Dragon Pillar Stance, Dragon Transformation Stance, and Subduing Dragon Stance remained fist techniques.
But the distinct difference was that one side, the powerful and ferocious Tiger aura, carried the might of an overlord!
While the other side was a Dragon coiling through nine layers of heaven, ethereal and unreal, twisting and turning like water.
This combination completely transformed Qin Ning.
At that moment, Qin Ning created an illusion for everyone: he was no longer a martial artist of the Jingmen Realm, but a grandmaster of martial arts, flawlessly and perfectly executing martial techniques.
“Left unleashes tiger, right moves dragon!”
Seeing this scene, Huang Yuzhai’s expression suddenly changed.
“This is… the long-lost Tiger Roar Dragon Chant Fist… How does this brat know it?”
Huang Yuzhai was a Spirit Sea Realm expert, so his knowledge was far more extensive.
Legend had it that tens of thousands of years ago, a revered figure appeared on the Nine Nether Continent – none other than the Nine Nether Emperor.
This individual possessed extraordinary talent, a peak grandmaster of martial arts.
Later, he created a body-refining art, precisely the Tiger Roar Dragon Chant Fist. It helped martial artists of the Nine Gates Realm quickly open all nine gates, elevate their realm, and reach the Spirit Sea Realm.
But this art was supposed to be lost!
How could a sixteen-year-old youth like Qin Ning know it?
And even execute it with such mastery.
This truly struck people with immense dread!
But at this moment, Qin Ning unleashed this mortal art to kill. Even if Qing Yuan was at the first layer of the Spirit Sea Realm, he wasn’t afraid!
“You seek death!”
To be scorned by a sixteen-year-old youth like this, Qing Yuan was utterly enraged.
His two hands danced with fists, then struck out.
Left fist, right palm – precisely the opposite of Qin Ning.
Boom…
The two figures collided. In that instant, a thunderous explosion echoed outside the Qin Manor gates.
Every inch of ground shattered, dust and rocks flying everywhere.
What happened?
At this moment, even Huang Yuzhai couldn’t discern it. He had thought one side would completely suppress the other, but now he wasn’t sure if Qing Yuan had won.
Swish…
The sound of friction against the ground rang out, and a figure rapidly retreated. Looking closely, it was Qin Ning.
At this moment, Qin Ning’s pristine white robe was stained with dust, and fresh blood spread across it.
Upon seeing this, the Qin family members felt a chill run down their spines!
Did he lose?
Truth be told, Qin Ning was only at the Eighth Gate stage, while his opponent was at the first level of the Spirit Sea Realm!
To win? That would be a true miracle!
However, at this moment, Huang Yuze furrowed his brow, his expression growing unsettled.
A bad premonition stirred within him.
As the dust cleared, a proud figure stood revealed: Qing Yuan.
“Brother Qing…”
Seeing that Qing Yuan was fine, Lin Zhantian also let out a sigh of relief.
But a moment later, Lin Zhantian's mouth fell open, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
He saw that Qing Yuan's chest was marked with palm and fist imprints, both sides completely caved in, revealing two large, gaping holes.
Fresh blood flowed onto the ground.
Then, looking at Qin Ning, everyone finally understood that the blood wasn't his, but... Qing Yuan's!
At this moment, Qing Yuan, covered in blood, collapsed to the ground.
Dead!
A first-level Spirit Sea Realm expert had died just like that!
This sight was truly astonishing.
“It’s your turn now!”
At this moment, Qin Ning stepped forward, looked at Huang Yuze, and smiled faintly: “Huang Yuze, right? The City Lord of Bei Huang City?”
Huang Yuze found Qin Ning's smile more terrifying than the Grim Reaper's.
“No more fighting!”
Huang Yuze suddenly waved his hand.
“Ling Shicheng, I won't be taking your benefits anymore. You can handle the internal affairs of Ling Yun City yourselves!”
At this moment, Huang Yuze felt the urge to back down.
A first-level Spirit Sea Realm expert, scared?
“What are you scared of?”
Qin Ning still smiled as before: “Just now you were furious, weren't you? You wanted to kill me, didn't you? Now I'm giving you that chance!”
“Young Master Qin, this matter never concerned me. I’ll withdraw right away.”
Huang Yuze gave a fawning smile.
Seeing Huang Yuze like this, everyone was stunned.
A first-level Spirit Sea Realm expert... begging an Eighth Gate stage youth?
If this news spread, who would dare believe it?
Retreat?
Ling Shicheng felt a bitter pang in his heart.
Damn it, how could Qin Ning be this strong?
“Retreat?”
Qin Ning burst out laughing.
But only Qin Xinxin and her group understood that when Qin Ning smiled, it meant Huang Yuze... had to die.
“You want to retreat, do you?”
Qin Ning smirked, stepped forward, and replied: “Unfortunately, it’s too late!”
After speaking, he stepped out, his left hand forming a fist, his right hand a palm.
“Damn it!”
Huang Yuze's face darkened, and he roared: “Do you really think I’m scared of you?”
“Oh, you're not?”
Qin Ning's aura was overwhelming, giving Huang Yuze no chance to turn back.
This Huang Yuze, he joins when there's profit to be made, but now that he can't win, he wants to flee?
There's no such easy thing in this world!
Boom...
A fist shot out, a palm swept forth, fist and palm intertwining. At this moment, the fist and palm imprints formed an incredibly complex attack.
This was the ultimate display of power.
Qin Ning brought forth every ounce of strength from his Eighth Gate stage, not wasting a single bit.
“Huang Ming Seal, Earth Seal!”
Huang Yuze waved his hand, sending a seal mark slamming into the ground.
That seal mark struck right beneath Qin Ning's feet.
But seeing this, Qin Ning merely smiled.
“The spirit technique isn’t bad, but alas, your execution is too weak!”
When he said that, Huang Yuze felt as if he wanted to spit blood.
He was a dignified first-level Spirit Sea Realm expert, who had cultivated the Huang Ming Seal for over a decade, yet he was being criticized by a sixteen-year-old youth.
It was truly infuriating.
“Let’s see how you defend against this!”
The Earth Seal had already been unleashed, shooting down beneath Qin Ning's feet. Light radiated in all directions, surrounding Qin Ning.
“What use is this paltry seal?”
Qin Ning merely curled his lips into a smile, sweeping his hand, and a slender staff materialized.
Swoosh…
The staff slammed powerfully onto the ground, and at that instant, the light of the Earth Seal immediately flickered out.
It was as if… a martial artist unleashing their power had their Life Gate discovered and was then struck with a fatal staff blow. That seal could no longer exert its effect.