Chapter 172: Qu Wei Unleashes Her Power
Chapter 172: Qu Wei Unleashes Her Power
Fang Ruohua’s expression hardened as a giant eagle manifested behind her, unleashing her fiercest attack.
The combatants clashed repeatedly, dozens of exchanges flashing past in moments, their collisions fracturing the void and shaking heaven and earth.
Countless flares of brilliance erupted mid-air, coalescing and dissolving in endless cycles.
“One hundred moves completed – Blue Ox Gazes at Moon!”
Xu Qianhong’s icy tone dripped with killing intent, radiating palpable menace.
Refusing submission, Fang Ruohua roared “Six Wings Soaring!”
The hovering eagle shrieked as its wings snapped wide, vibrations rippling through the atmosphere.
Then two pairs of radiant light-wings erupted from the eagle’s back, their unfurling distorting the sky with terrifying energy.
This was Six Wings Soaring – Fang Ruohua’s ultimate technique and the supreme manifestation of her Immortal Soul.
Xu Qianhong’s eyes narrowed as he shot skyward, initiating a savage offensive.
Fang Ruohua met each strike head-on, her resolve hardening against mounting pressure, demonstrating unbroken fighting spirit.
The blue ox and giant eagle locked in primal struggle, both Immortal Souls straining for dominance.
Spectators roared approval, stunned by the display of cultivation mastery and combat prowess.
Xu Qianhong’s triple advantages – nine cave heavens, Immortal Soul, and peak Shadow Transformation Realm – overshadowed Fang Ruohua’s first two attributes alone.
After two hundred exchanges, Fang Ruohua’s weakness emerged, yet she pressed forward without hesitation!
Xu Qianhong battered her relentlessly, brutal strikes leveraging his higher cultivation to drive her backward.
Admirers of Fang Ruohua among the disciples grimaced with concern.
At Fallen God Ridge’s viewing area, Wan Fang remained impassive while Cheng Lingyu and Mu Hua exchanged regretful headshakes.
Though Fang Ruohua’s tenacity deserved praise, the cultivation gap sealed her fate.
Events unfolded as Cheng Lingyu predicted, though with greater brutality than anticipated.
Determined to reclaim Feixing Ridge’s honor, Xu Qianhong attacked without restraint or mercy.
Though outmatched, Fang Ruohua’s stubborn pride refused surrender despite mounting injuries.
The duel’s final thirty exchanges saw Fang Ruohua repeatedly cough blood from devastating wounds, yet she endured to complete three hundred clashes.
Though defeated, Fang Ruohua earned thunderous applause, while Xu Qianhong’s victory drew scornful jeers.
Qu Wei approached the battered fighter, whispering: “I’ll avenge you later.”
“Why?” Fang Ruohua gasped.
Qu Wei’s lips curved. “Fallen God Ridge shelters my comrades.”
Fang Ruohua’s gaze flicked to Cheng Lingyu, recalling his tales of life-and-death bonds with Qu Wei.
In the subsequent match against Zhao Hua, Qu Wei’s identical cultivation disadvantage didn’t prevent her shocking victory, leaving spectators gaping.
Cheng Lingyu smiled faintly as Lan Xiaozhu cheered from the stands.
Xu Qianhong returned for the final bout – this duel’s victor would claim glory as fifth level soul martial transformation champion, their name echoing through generations.
Qu Wei gazed at Xu Qianhong with frost in her eyes.
“Before we begin – do you surrender?”
Xu Qianhong sneered. “What’s the point of this idiotic question?”
“Since you refuse to yield,” Qu Wei said impassively, “I hope you’ll last till the match ends.”
Xu Qianhong puffed his chest. “Three hundred moves at most to defeat you. Your mind games won’t work.”
“No tricks needed.” Her voice turned glacial. “I simply want you to know I’ll beat you until you’re lower than a mangy mutt.”
“Insolent cur!” Xu Qianhong’s face flushed crimson. “Who do you think you are?”
“I hail from Yunyang City.” The declaration froze the air. “Cheng Lingyu is my sworn brother.”
Understanding flashed across Xu Qianhong’s face. “Then I’ll crush you without restraint!”
He leapt skyward, a titanic blue ox materializing behind him that shook the Nine Provinces with its aura.
Qu Wei ascended like drifting snowflakes, right hand clasped behind her back, eyes gleaming with icy derision.
No words – just that contemptuous stare.
Xu Qianhong exploded into azure mist, reappearing before Qu Wei with wind-swift strikes. She sidestepped, forcing him to attack first and seize momentum.
Their clash shook the Battle Platform. Xu Qianhong’s nine cave heavens pulsed with his Immortal Soul’s terrifying power.
Qu Wei matched him, nine glowing apertures swirling as her Hidden Soul Flower bloomed behind her – the strange flower’s special abilities nullifying mental assaults.
Spectators murmured. This resembled Xu Qianhong’s previous match against Fang Ruohua. Though Qu Wei had beaten Lou Ri Ridge’s Zhao Hua, none saw her surpassing Xu Qianhong’s profound cultivation.
After fifty exchanges, Xu Qianhong pressed his advantage.
Mu Hua frowned. “Her combat power matches Junior Sister Fang’s. How can she win?”
Cheng Lingyu chuckled. “Watch carefully.”
“Still clinging on?” Xu Qianhong jeered mid-strike.
Qu Wei’s lips curved. “Impatient? Let’s end this.”
Her counterattack erupted – three palm strikes infused with crushing spiritual force hurled Xu Qianhong backward, his pretty face twisting in rage.
“BLUE OX TRAMPLES HEAVEN!”
The colossal beast charged, shattering void-space as it stampeded. Qu Wei’s hands danced, palm-shadows coalescing into a gigantic strange flower that collided with the ox’s skull.
The flower should’ve shattered. Instead, the ox veered sideways with a frustrated roar, its earth-shaking charge mysteriously deflected.
Xu Qianhong’s mind jolted as he blurted out, “What’s happening? What trick did you use?”
Qu Wei gave a cold smile, her figure flipping mid-air as she transformed into a massive strange flower that shot toward Xu Qianhong.
Around them, violent winds roared while the void quaked. Flickering brilliance alternated in the air, emanating inexplicable terror.
Enraged, Xu Qianhong spun through the air, transforming into a light beam that violently clashed with the strange flower. Their forces collided thousands of times and separated hundreds of rounds, neither yielding.
An intense light flashed as thunder rumbled angrily.
Xu Qianhong was sent tumbling through the air, his handsome face flushed with humiliation.
Qu Wei sneered, “How does it feel now?”
“Nothing special! You still can’t beat me!” Xu Qianhong retorted angrily.
“Is that so? Watch carefully then.”
Qu Wei extended her left hand, her jade-like palm glowing with crystalline clarity and indescribable grace.
The seemingly gentle palm strike traversed time and space, piercing through Xu Qianhong’s layered defenses to smash directly into his left shoulder.
Spectators gasped in shock, unable to comprehend how such a soft strike could land.
Despite desperate evasive efforts, Xu Qianhong couldn’t avoid the attack. His thunderous roar echoed as his left shoulder cracked open, the shoulder blade shattered.
“Ah… Damn you! I’ll kill you!”
Xu Qianhong nearly went crazy with rage. As a rare genius, he’d never imagined being crippled by Qu Wei’s single strike.
Qu Wei kept her right hand behind her back, coldly stating, “This is just the beginning. We’re far from three hundred moves.”
Her left hand danced gracefully, terrifying strength gathering in her palm that sent chilling tremors through observers.
Xu Qianhong’s eyes turned blood-red as he unleashed his ultimate Shadow Transformation technique – Nine Martial Souls attacking simultaneously, with the blue ox’s assault being most ferocious.
Qu Wei chuckled coldly, her figure blurring to evade the attacks before engaging in close combat.
Her left hand became an instrument of annihilation – deceptively elegant yet devastatingly powerful. Each collision inflicted severe damage on Xu Qianhong.
Though he successfully blocked several strikes, each parry sent him flying with his right fist split open, blood stark against his skin.
Forced to change tactics, Xu Qianhong launched mental assaults.
But Qu Wei’s eerie Hidden Soul Flower possessed unfathomably mystical mental defenses, rendering his attacks useless.
As Qu Wei gained dominance, her relentless offensive made Xu Qianhong cough blood and scream in rage.
Watching disciples stared dumbfounded, unable to grasp how Qu Wei’s left hand overwhelmed their genius.
From Feixing Ridge’s side, earlier arrogance had vanished into gloomy anxiety.
Liu Haocun’s face darkened. After Cheng Lingyu’s humiliation of four Feixing disciples yesterday, now Qu Wei’s display made this truly an unlucky year.
On the Battle Platform, Xu Qianhong desperately dodged with twisted features, refusal to concede written across his face.
Qu Wei shadowed him relentlessly, her jade hand pursuing like death itself.
“Crimson Gold Glaze Hand!”
At the critical moment, Xu Qianhong unleashed his ultimate skill. His right arm transformed into gleaming crimson metal with flowing glaze patterns.
The powerful counterpunch forced Qu Wei back, finally blocking her left hand.
“My turn now! Eat this!”
Xu Qianhong’s Crimson Gold Glaze Hand proved iron-hard and indestructible, its terrifying killing capability rapidly reversing the battle’s tide.