Chapter 101: Cave Heaven Expert
Chapter 101: Cave Heaven Expert
In a flash, Cheng Lingyu retreated, leaping into the air as he retaliated with a flurry of kicks.
“You brat! How dare you challenge a master with such petty tricks!”
The Stout Man unleashed his Wind and Fire Series of Kicks, legs wreathed in blazing flames, their force enough to split mountains. The attacks surged toward Cheng Lingyu.
“We’ll see who’s overestimating himself,” Cheng Lingyu shot back coldly. Activating Thousand Strikes, his overlapping leg shadows coalesced into an earth-shattering force that clashed with the Stout Man’s onslaught.
Explosions echoed across the void, sparks scattering as turbulent airflow roared. Screams and furious roars intertwined.
Cheng Lingyu flipped backward midair, landing with such force that the ground split open, shattering the solid rock beneath.
The Stout Man stumbled back upon landing, blood trickling from his lips, disbelief etched on his face.
“Your turn’s over. Mine begins.”
Cheng Lingyu moved like a leopard, denying his foe any chance to react. His explosive kicks tore through the air, their vibrations morphing into a black dragon that engulfed the Stout Man instantly.
The ferocity of the assault left Soul Martial Realm experts stunned.
Lan Xiaozhu stared at Cheng Lingyu, her gaze complex. The eighteen-year-old now radiated the fearless poise of a tiger, his commanding presence striking her deeply.
The Stout Man roared in humiliation—being counterattacked by a True Martial Realm cultivator was an Enormous humiliation.
“Wind-Fire Twin Pillars!”
Channeling his full cultivation level, the Stout Man launched a desperate counterattack. Their legs collided hundreds of times in an instant, each impact clanging like steel.
Cheng Lingyu sneered. “Soul Martial Second Realm? Pathetic. A pig remains a pig.”
A shrill scream erupted as the Stout Man’s legs shattered under Cheng Lingyu’s relentless strikes, blood splattering grotesquely.
Cheng Lingyu stood tall in the void, his low cultivation level overshadowed by combat power that chilled onlookers.
“Now he’s a crippled pig. Your turn.” He pointed mockingly at the white-clothed cultivator, his arrogance silencing the crowd.
“You… you’ll die for this!” The white-clothed cultivator’s handsome face twisted with fury as he spat the curse.
Cheng Lingyu’s grin turned icy. “Try. You might die first.”
Springing forward, he unleashed Thousand Strikes again—each kick bore tens of thousands of pounds of divine power, hundreds of shadows merging into one devastating blow. Though lacking in cultivation, his raw strength amplified the technique’s Power.
The white-clothed cultivator scoffed. “Fool! You think repeating the same technique works?”
With lightning-fast fists wreathed in flames, he struck arrogantly. Fist and foot collided—Cheng Lingyu’s mountainous force against the cultivator’s fiery explosions, each holding their ground.
The fierce clash caused a disturbance in time and space as the white-clothed cultivator roared like thunder, his face twisted with anger.
Cheng Lingyu’s Thousand Strikes fell like Mount Tai itself, each blow shaking the cultivator’s body and forcing him backward, filling him with bitter frustration.
As a Soul Martial Fourth Realm expert of the Cave Heavenly Realm, being pushed back by a mere True Martial Sixth Realm cultivator was a total disgrace.
“Break!”
The white-clothed cultivator bellowed. A furnace-shaped cave heaven materialized above his head, releasing divine might that boosted his combat power. His punch sent Cheng Lingyu flying through the air.
Cheng Lingyu landed in retreat, his expression tightening as he fully grasped the terrifying power of a Cave Heavenly Realm expert’s strike.
All spectators focused on the battle, but none were more shocked than the experts from Yunyang City. Six cultivators stood near the ravine – four men and two women, all strikingly attractive. Cheng Lingyu recognized five: Lu Yu, Jiang Mufeng, Nangong Zuoye, Yun Xi, and Du Bin. The remaining woman’s beauty matched theirs, unknown to Cheng Lingyu but identified by Lan Xiaozhu as Nie Jiaolong of Flying Dragon Gang – one of Yunyang’s top ten beauties alongside Yun Xi and Lan Xiaozhu.
“Doesn’t his aura feel familiar?” Lu Yu asked the group, his face clouded.
Jiang Mufeng answered bluntly, “It’s Cheng Lingyu.”
Yun Xi, Du Bin, Nangong Zuoye, and Nie Jiaolong all stiffened at this confirmation of their suspicions.
“Name yourself before death!” the white-clothed cultivator demanded.
Cheng Lingyu sneered, “I don’t give my name to corpses.”
He sprang forward like an enraged dragon, combining Thousand Strikes with Mirage Blade Slash in a ferocious assault.
“Insolent worm!” The cultivator’s face purpled with rage. Losing face before this crowd was unthinkable.
Nine phantom figures suddenly surrounded Cheng Lingyu, attacking from all directions. Cheng Lingyu’s eyes narrowed – his heightened perception instantly identified the true body amidst the illusions, meeting force with force.
Though outmatched in cultivation level, Cheng Lingyu’s relentless assault showed no weakness. The white-clothed cultivator countered with advanced Soul Martial Realm techniques, struggling to contain the storm of attacks.
“That’s Mirage Blade Slash! It really is him!” Yun Xi murmured, her expression odd. Encountering the long-missing Cheng Lingyu here defied all expectations.
Lu Yu snorted. “Fool’s playing tough without Caiyun’s protection. He’ll die here.”
Nie Jiaolong eyed Lan Xiaozhu. “Who’s that woman with him?”
Du Bin chuckled darkly. “We’ll know soon enough. Enjoy the show.”
Within moments, hundreds of blows had been exchanged with neither gaining ground.
“You’ve enraged me, brat!” The white-clothed cultivator’s voice trembled with humiliation. “I’ll rip you apart!”
A flash of red light erupted as cave heavens opened one after another, revealing four in total around the white-clothed cultivator.
Each cave heaven was a separate space, with openings about ten feet wide, drawing in spiritual energy, emitting sizzling sounds. Inside, flames burned like furnaces, rapidly absorbing and converting external strength to boost his cultivation level and combat power.
With the cave heavens activated, the white-clothed cultivator’s combat strength surged. His fists struck like wild beasts, forcing Cheng Lingyu to retreat repeatedly.
Lan Xiaozhu watched anxiously, powerless to intervene.
Others jeered, certain Cheng Lingyu faced certain death.
Undeterred by the onslaught, Cheng Lingyu’s gaze sharpened like blades. He roared defiantly, compressing his true essence to its limit. Each punch trembled the void as he countered the relentless attacks.
“Die, brat!”
The white-clothed cultivator’s face twisted savagely as he unleashed his ultimate strike. All four cave heavens glowed, channeling vast true essence into him, multiplying his combat power tenfold.
Cheng Lingyu staggered under the pressure, cold determination flashing in his eyes. A Long Sword materialized in his hand, radiating bone-chilling Slaughter.
“Seven Butterfly Shadows!”
He swung the blade, sword light blazing like fire. Butterflies materialized in the void, wings fluttering to form a rotating arc resembling a Seven-Leaf Butterfly.
This divine technique, born from the mid-grade spiritual herb Seven-Leaf Butterfly, had been partially grasped by Cheng Lingyu and channeled through his sword.
The delicate-looking butterflies soared, their beauty masking lethal intent. Layers of sword light coalesced into a crushing shockwave.
Colorful lights flared as the butterflies collided with the white-clothed cultivator’s strike. The explosion’s terrifying strength hurled Cheng Lingyu backward, his face darkening with fury.
Falling mid-air, the shattered butterflies released razor-edged sword light that sliced through time and space, cleaving the sky and breaching the cultivator’s defenses. A scream tore through the battlefield.
“Agh! Damn you!”
The white-clothed cultivator crashed dozens of feet away, robes shredded and body bloodied.
“Pathetic for Soul Martial Fourth Realm. Let’s end this.”
Cheng Lingyu stomped, cracking the earth and sending debris flying. Thousand Strikes reappeared—a dragon-tail sweep dominating Nine Heavens and the earth.
Roaring furiously, the white-clothed cultivator unleashed Soul Martial Realm’s spiritual attack. Four souls emerged from his cave heavens, lunging simultaneously.
Ready, Cheng Lingyu’s Magic Eyes blazed. Activating the Third Level’s Invasion of the Mind, he weaponized his sea of consciousness into thought swords.
Thousand Strikes crashed down with devastating Power. As the white-clothed cultivator dodged, their spiritual forces clashed thousands of times—until one soul, a plant soul, shattered.
“No! I’ll kill you!”
The cultivator raged, madness in his eyes. His painstakingly merged souls now reduced by one.
“He’s strange! Kill him together!”
The white-clothed cultivator’s allies summoned two others. Three Soul Martial Realm enemies converged on Cheng Lingyu, forcing him onto the defensive.