Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 493 - 165: Killing Gu Qingfeng with a Palm Strike, Obtaining the Secret Treasure (Please Subscribe)_4
Chapter 493 -165: Killing Gu Qingfeng with a Palm Strike, Obtaining the Secret Treasure (Please Subscribe)_4
Gu Qingfeng was shocked. What kind of qinggong was this, appearing and disappearing like a ghost?
Shadowing him as persistently as maggots on bones, it was just too hard to deal with!
Chen Jie didn’t know what Gu Qingfeng was thinking; he only knew that Thunder Step was powerful. Even when facing an opponent of the same level, using Thunder Step could secure an early advantage in combat.
His speed was always one step ahead.
It truly lived up to its origins from the legendary Cultivation Technique, the Four Seasons Celestial Phenomenon Technique.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
This was how Chen Jie used Thunder Step, continuously attacking Gu Qingfeng, who grew more frightened and disheartened with each exchange.
How could this be? What kind of qinggong footwork is this, to be so much faster than my own? How can this be possible?
Gu Qingfeng was exhausted from defending, while Chen Jie took advantage of Thunder Step to wear him down even more.
Now, the amount of strength Gu Qingfeng needed to defend himself was many times greater than that of Chen Jie.
Soon, Gu Qingfeng couldn’t hold on any longer. Seizing the opportunity, Chen Jie slapped his palm directly onto Gu Qingfeng’s back.
“Thump~”
Gu Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, stumbled, and was sent flying, crashing to the ground with a smack.
Upon seeing this, Chen Jie hastened his pace and rushed forward, swinging down a Stone Breaking Palm from above.
“Die!”
Smack!
With the force capable of breaking stones and splitting boulders, Chen Jie powerfully struck Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng’s face turned white with fear, and he desperately rolled away in a very sorry state, somersaulting several times on the ground before coming to a stop.
And with that palm from Chen Jie, a deep imprint was left on the ground.
Chen Jie, seeing his palm did not land, immediately used Thunder Step to move in front of Gu Qingfeng and launched another palm straight at him.
Upon seeing this, Gu Qingfeng raised both hands to his chest, blocking the strike.
With a smack, Gu Qingfeng was once again sent flying, feeling as if both of his arms were about to break.
He had never imagined Chen Jiusi’s qinggong to be so terrifying that by merely adding his ordinary Stone Breaking Hand, he could drive him to such a sorry state.
Nor did Chen Jie expect Thunder Step to be so incredible, that without resorting to his trump card, he had managed to get Gu Qingfeng into such a mess.
It has to be said, in the world of martial arts, only speed is invincible. As long as I’m fast enough, no one can defeat me.
Chen Jie now understood the advantage of speed.
When you can always be one step ahead, even your previously weak moves can become strong. For example, this Stone Breaking Hand, Chen Jie didn’t even use the eighth form, just the simplest techniques, and yet he had managed to put Gu Qingfeng in such a dire situation.
It’s like a person, fast enough to always beat their opponent to the punch, thus securing an unassailable position.
At this moment, Chen Jie got slightly distracted. If the ordinary Stone Breaking Hand plus Thunder Step was this powerful, what if he used the eighth form or even the Seventeen Dragon Capturing Palms? Could he possibly defeat Nan Batian?
While Chen Jie was pondering, he launched several more moves at Gu Qingfeng.
Gu Qingfeng, with blood spilling from his mouth, grew weaker in his resistance.
Chen Jie’s gaze sharpened; it was time for a decision. He charged forward, thinking.
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Thunder Step burst forth, and as he swung his hand, the sound of a dragon’s chant emanated from his palm!
“Stone Breaking Hand Eighth Form—Dragon Capturing Palm!”
Ao…
At the dragon’s roar, Chen Jie raised his hand and fiercely struck at Gu Qingfeng.
Just then, Chen Jie suddenly felt an immensely terrifying sensation and, driven by instinct, he quickly activated Thunder Step to retreat rapidly.
In that moment, Chen Jie felt a powerful force—a whooshing sound passed by his cheek. Chen Jie instinctively wanted to block with his hand, but it was too late; the force was much faster than his palm.
Whoosh…
Chen Jie could hear the whizzing sound by his ear, and then a gash opened on his face, with blood streaming out…
And that force continued its trajectory, striking a large tree not far away.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
It pierced through two large trees before finally embedding itself in a third tree thirty meters away.
Upon closer inspection, it was a slender silver needle!
Feeling the blood on his face, Chen Jie warily looked at Gu Qingfeng, his eyes filled with apprehension. He saw Gu Qingfeng holding up his right hand, which contained a round, tin-sized cylinder.
As he watched Chen Jie, his face covered with blood, he stared intently and said viciously, “Chen Jiusi, you think you’re such a good fighter? Come on, have another go!”
Chen Jie squinted at Gu Qingfeng and asked, “What’s in your hand?”
“What is it? Heh heh… something that will take your life. Did you really think that after all these years in Mianshui County, I wouldn’t have something to save my life?”
“Heh, you think your qinggong is good? Come on, I want to see whether your qinggong is better or my Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle is!”
“Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?”
Chen Jie solemnly muttered the name.
The Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, he had heard of it. It was the unique hidden weapon of the Shu Tang Sect, extremely powerful, capable of injuring those in the Holding Core Realm.
Its production was difficult and was only used by the Inner Sect Disciples of Tang Sect. As such, it was not widely circulated in Jianghu. But how did Gu Qingfeng possess the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle?
Was he an Inner Sect Disciple of Tang Sect?
Impossible. The sect’s recruitment was extremely strict, only taking in locals from Sichuan, and Gu Qingfeng was certainly not from Sichuan.
At this thought, Chen Jie squinted and said, “Gu Qingfeng, are you trying to bluff me? Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle? I bet you have never even been to Sichuan in your life.”
Gu Qingfeng laughed, “Haven’t been to Sichuan, so I can’t have the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle? Want to give it a try?”
