Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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"Yin Five Thunder Technique, Palm Thunder".

Perhaps because life had been too smooth, apart from Xia He taking his first blood, he hadn't encountered any setbacks at all. Even such setbacks are something many people would only dream of.

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Therefore, Zhang Lingyu had a flaw in battle: he didn't understand the principle that even a lion needs to go all out to hunt a rabbit, and he always made the first move to probe.

If Luke were replaced by Zhang Lingyu, the Thunder Mage would definitely start with zero frames.

Faced with the incoming black lightning, Luke raised his palm like a knife and cleaved it in two.

"Put a little more effort in, I can still manage."

To be honest, that amount of force wasn't even enough to give him a massage.

The black lightning was thicker and stronger, but in the end, it was just an increase in the total amount of Qi. The essence remained unchanged. It was still the palm lightning technique, and it did not bring out the characteristics of Yin Five Thunders that could cut through bones and turbid will.

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"After all I've said, why don't you understand? Do you look down on me?"

A hint of impatience flashed in Luke's eyes. He moved swiftly, appearing in front of Zhang Lingyu like a ghost.

Faced with the black lightning that had condensed again, a cold smile appeared on his lips. He clenched his fists tightly, his muscles bulging beneath his clothes, like a coiled dragon.

"Let me teach you what true power is!"

With a deafening roar, Luke threw a punch that seemed to tear the air apart, the wind howling as it carried an unparalleled force.

The thicker and stronger black lightning bolt was easily shattered like a fragile piece of paper by his punch, and the fragments of lightning scattered in the air, flashing with a resentful light.

Zhang Lingyu was even more shaken by the residual force of the punch. He was sent flying backward as if struck by a giant hammer, crashing heavily into the wall of the arena.

The wall cracked from the impact, sending shards of stone flying. Zhang Lingyu's body was deeply embedded in the wall, and amidst the swirling dust, only his horrified face was visible.

Luke's punch not only demonstrated his formidable physical strength but also showcased his absolute control over power.

At that moment, he seemed to become the master of the field, leaving all the spectators in awe.

Looking down at Zhang Lingyu embedded in the wall, Luke said with some disappointment.

"This is the Five Thunder Orthodox Method? Is this how the Yin Five Thunders are used? It seems you've wasted all these years learning Taoist arts; this thunder magic is truly a waste in your hands."

Chapter 86: One Man's Story: The Northern Vast Pool Can't Compare to a Single Roar

Yin Wu Lei is of course meant to be used in a cunning way. It doesn't mean that people who use Yin Wu Lei have to become treacherous, but rather that only by being flexible and adaptable can one fully unleash the power of Yin Wu Lei. Being straightforward is the style of Yang Wu Lei.

However, due to his own inner conflict, Zhang Lingyu always used the method of driving Yang Five Thunders to use Yin Five Thunders, and could only exert up to 60% of his thunder magic strength. Wasn't that a waste of his thunder magic?

Yin Five Thunder prioritizes the kidney water and liver wood, allowing the yin energy to rise first. Once the yang energy has replenished itself, it is then refined. This is Yin Five Thunder, also known as Water Organ Thunder.

It is thick, turbid, strange and changeable, unrestrained and free. It is about to rise like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every pore, sucking the marrow from the bones, muddying the heart and destroying the will.

Using the direct, sweeping methods of Yang Wu Lei to drive this kind of thunder magic is definitely inappropriate.

Zhang Lingyu naturally knew this "503" point, but he couldn't change it. Some principles can't be put into practice just by knowing them; you have to figure them out before you can do them.

Although this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was held for Zhang Chulan, the Old Master also hoped that his disciple could understand his true nature through this competition.

Zhang Lingyu broke free from the wall, scattering pebbles and wood chips all over the ground. His figure gradually became clear in the swirling dust, his expression more serious than ever before, remaining silent.

Just then, black liquid began to drip from his hand. At first, it was just a few drops, but more and more dripped, until finally it spread like mercury, penetrating everywhere and quickly covering most of the arena in an instant.

The black liquid swirled freely on the field, shimmering with a deep, dark light, like a cold pool in an abyss, both heavy and murky, yet strangely unpredictable.

This is precisely the move that Zhang Lingyu developed after a profound understanding of Yin Wu Lei – Northern Cangtan.

The Northern Azure Pool, as its name suggests, seems to transform the arena into a frigid northern landscape, and the black liquid is the bottomless waters of the Azure Pool.

The pool of water appeared calm and still, but in reality, it was turbulent beneath the surface, with each drop containing Zhang Lingyu's profound cultivation and the eerie power of Yin Wu Lei.

As Zhang Lingyu thought, the black pool water seemed to come alive, transforming into giant black pythons that, carrying a chilling aura and an irresistible force, coiled around Luke.

The giant pythons twisted and coiled in the air, emitting chilling howls, like messengers from hell, trying to drag Luke into an endless abyss.

Upon seeing this, Luke's eyes narrowed slightly; he sensed the terrifying power contained within the Northern Azure Pool.

However, he did not back down; instead, the corners of his mouth turned up as if he had seen something interesting.

After suppressing his own Qi to a level similar to Zhang Lingyu's, he swayed and moved like a dragon among the black pythons, his hands constantly waving out, the wind of his fists howling, colliding with the pythons and producing bursts of booming sounds.

Even though Luke suppressed his Qi to the same level as Zhang Lingyu, he couldn't suppress his physical strength; it was still excessive, and he shattered the black python in just a few punches.

Since Zhang Lingyu no longer cares about other people's opinions and is fighting freely, he must have more than just this much skill.

The Yin Five Thunders, which suck the marrow from bones, were incredibly thick, like the deepest ink in the dead of night, spreading wantonly across the ground, carrying an indescribable chill that seemed capable of freezing all life.

It climbed slowly, like a greedy vine, winding its way up Luke's ankle. Though the speed was not fast, it carried an irresistible sense of destiny.

The moment Luke's skin came into contact with the black liquid, a fine layer of goosebumps rose up. It was a shiver that came from the depths of his soul, a strange feeling he had never experienced before.

As if it were alive, Yin Wu Lei spread along his calves, thighs, and down to his waist, corroding every inch of his skin with its deep blackness, as if it wanted to devour his flesh and soul.

A strange light flickered in Luke's eyes. He didn't struggle or even try to resist the invasion of this power. Instead, he seemed to be immersed in some kind of strange experience.

The black liquid continued to rise, winding around his chest, down to his neck, and finally slowly enveloping his head.

At that moment, Luke felt as if he were isolated from the world, with only himself and this cold, sinister power remaining.

Within this confined space, Luke could clearly feel the Yin Five Thunders coursing through his body, like thousands of fine needles probing and digging, attempting to touch his deepest power.

However, Luke felt an unusual calm within himself. He seemed to be conversing with this power, experiencing an unprecedented sense of "weakness," an experience that, ironically, became a novel and precious enjoyment for him.

Finally, when Yin Wu Lei completely enveloped Luke, only a black sphere that kept writhing and flickering with an eerie light remained on the field.

"what!"

With a single long howl, the black sphere was shattered, like the first rays of dawn dispelling the gloom of the night.

The deafening roar, carrying boundless majesty and power, seemed like an ancient call, causing everyone present to feel a tremor in their souls.

The moment the black sphere shattered, Zhang Lingyu felt a powerful backlash, like a small boat in a storm, teetering on the brink of capsizing.

His face was pale, and the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was particularly glaring in the dust. It was the price he paid for forcibly wielding the Yin Five Thunders but failing to fully control its power.

Luke emerged from the black sphere, surrounded by a faint aura of energy, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

"Holy crap, amazing!"

Zhang Chulan, standing in the stands, was dumbfounded; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Feng Baobao blinked and nodded, saying, "Sparrow eats cow, I told you before, this kid is fierce, and he's even fiercer than before today!"

Feng Baobao has a pure and innocent heart. Although she usually seems silly, she has a strong sense of perception and can sense that Luke is stronger than when she first met him.

　3.3 However, Zhang Chulan did not understand Feng Baobao's words and nodded.

"He is indeed very powerful. This is the first time I have ever seen someone so powerful. My junior uncle is no match for him, which means I will definitely have to face him. Wouldn't I be in big trouble then?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan wore a mournful face, feeling that there was no hope left in his life.

"It's okay, just kowtow and admit defeat, and he won't hit you!"

Feng Baobao patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder and earnestly comforted him.

Zhang Chulan turned to Feng Baobao and said, "Baobao, wake up! If I don't inherit the position of Celestial Master, I won't be able to find out about your background."

P.S.: Happy Lunar New Year's Eve! Wishing all my idols (Daniel Yanzu and Li Yifei) abundant wealth and ever-increasing success in their careers and studies!!!

Chapter 87: One Person's Story: Defeating Zhang Lingyu with a Single Palm Strike

Feng Baobao's expression showed a rare fluctuation. If Zhang Chulan wasn't mistaken, the emotion she displayed was one of frustration, but she quickly returned to normal.

"There's no other way. You can't bury him, and you can't beat him. Only that old man with the pot can fight him here. Since this method won't work, we'll have to think of another way. At worst, we can just go and beg that old man with the pot to tell us what to do!"

Following the direction Feng Baobao was pointing, Zhang Chulan's pupils immediately contracted sharply.

He always trusted Feng Baobao's intuition, but he never expected that in Feng Baobao's opinion, only her own advisor could rival Luke.

Who is their advisor?

That guy is known as a peerless master, invincible in the world of supernatural beings. How did the small fishpond that is Luo Tian Grand Ceremony provoke such a shark?

Zhang Lingyu on the field felt the same way. That long roar just now had directly shattered his Yin Five Thunder. He had only ever seen such spirit and strength in his life from his master, and of course his master would not treat him like that.

"Wow, so strong! I'm no match for them."

Zhang Lingyu knelt on the ground, gritting her teeth, with traces of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

"Ayu, stop hitting him! You can't beat him. Oh dear, it hurts so much!"

On stage 21, Zhang Lingyu's female fans were in tears. Seeing Zhang Lingyu's battle-worn appearance, they wished they could take her place.

Xia He, disguised as a fat man, lost control and crushed the railings on the stands.

On the other hand, the old master, who was the master, did not feel that there was anything wrong with it, and even welcomed it.

That's exactly right. Under external pressure, fully reveal your true self and accept yourself, even if your true self is a pig.

The pig here refers to Zhu Wuneng from Journey to the West, also known as Hai Pig. Yin Wu Lei uses liver wood to draw on kidney water, and the true form that he manifests is Wuneng.

Luke didn't continue his attack. Instead, he smiled and said, "That move was quite interesting, but it didn't last long. Do you have any other tricks up your sleeve? Otherwise, I'll have won our bet."

Zhang Lingyu stood up, her clothes torn, which, to the infatuated women in the stands, was tantamount to a sudden exposure of her private parts, eliciting screams from the crowd.

In terms of appearance, Luke is no less handsome than Zhang Lingyu, but his strength has overshadowed his looks, diverting people's attention.

“Brother Lu’s strength is superb, and Lingyu is no match for him. In fact, Lingyu has already lost the bet. However, it is impossible for Lingyu to admit defeat. Even if I lose, I will lose clearly and with all my might before I lose.”

Luke gave Zhang Lingyu a thumbs up and said, "Well said, you have guts. I admire you."

Zhang Lingyu raised his sword finger and said in a low voice, "Forgive me, Yin Five Thunder Technique, Wandering Earthworm Thunder."

Several twisted bolts of lightning shot towards Luke, finding every opening and crevice.

This move primarily uses corrosion; when it penetrates the body, it will steal a large amount of the opponent's heat and vital energy.

Luke made no defense, letting the Yin Five Thunders, which resembled earthworms, burrow into his body and seep into his meridians.

Those dark lightning bolts roamed freely within his body, attempting to corrode his flesh and blood, and plunder his heat and qi, but they were like a mud ox sinking into the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.

Luke's physique was as if it were made of Vajra, and his Qi Sea was vast and boundless. Those Yin Lightning within his body were nothing more than mayflies trying to shake a tree, futile and ineffective.

His cultivation of life force had reached a transcendent and saintly level. The Qi within his body flowed endlessly, as if he lived as long as heaven and earth and shone as brightly as the sun and moon.