boyutpedia Chapter 98 Yama's Three-Point Strike, White Tiger Breaks Through Five Mountains!
Chapter 98 Yama's Three-Point Strike, White Tiger Breaks Through Five Mountains!
Chapter 99: Yama's Three-Point Move, White Tiger Breaks Through Five Sacred Mountains! (4k)
The rain is still falling.
The raindrops pattered against the oil-paper umbrella, forming thin streams that dripped down the ends of the ribs, like beaded curtains hanging on a stage, keeping out the murderous aura that filled the air.
Lu Cheng stood on the wall, his pink-soled official boots completely free of mud.
He raised the green-bone umbrella in his hand slightly upwards.
The moment the umbrella tip was raised, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating half of his face. It was deathly pale, yet it also possessed a divine quality that made people afraid to look directly at him.
"Lu Cheng?!"
Nalan Yuanshu wiped the rain and gravel off his face. His usually half-closed peach blossom eyes suddenly widened as he stared intently at the white-clad figure on the wall.
He recognized the face.
He had seen this photo in the archives provided by his family before coming to Beiping.
The person in the photo is wearing a theatrical costume and has his face painted up, but it can't hide his heroic spirit.
However, a photograph is, after all, lifeless.
The living, breathing person in front of him gave him a completely different feeling.
He just stood there casually, neither striking a punch nor showing any ferocity, and you couldn't even hear him breathing.
Nalan Yuanshu felt a chill run up his spine from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end in that instant.
The feeling was like when he was hunting deep in the Changbai Mountains and was being watched by that old bear that had become a spirit.
"What a splendid Master Lu!"
Nalan Yuanshu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the throbbing in his heart.
He was the heir of the Nalan family outside the Great Wall, a top ten prodigy on the Hidden Dragon List, and his inherent pride did not allow him to back down before the battle even began.
He reached out and slowly removed the priceless red coral bracelet from his wrist, handing it to Wanyan Lie beside him.
"This bead is worth five hundred silver dollars each, don't get it dirty."
After saying that, he turned around to face Lu Cheng and slowly unbuttoned the buttons on his collar.
"On the stage, you're the star. But in this battlefield—"
Nalan Yuanshu cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds, and his eyes suddenly turned fierce.
"You're just a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered."
"Lu Cheng, tonight, I will use your blood to cleanse my Bajiquan."
Lu Cheng looked at him as if he were a clown shouting energetically on stage.
He didn't speak, but simply closed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
"Smack."
The umbrella is closed, and the rain begins.
With a flick of his wrist, the umbrella, like a javelin, whistled through the wind and firmly embedded itself in a crack in the blue brick wall beside him, sinking three inches deep without moving an inch.
Then, he lightly jumped off the wall.
It landed silently.
Those cloth shoes with their thousand-layer soles stepped onto the puddled ground without splashing a single drop of water.
Leave no trace in the snow, yet take root wherever it lands!
"You talk too much nonsense."
Lu Cheng flicked his sleeves, his gaze indifferent.
"Perfect timing, I need a head to sacrifice for the flag."
"I'll borrow your head for a bit."
"Arrogant!!"
Nalan Yuanshu was thoroughly enraged by this contemptuous attitude.
Who is he? He is a prodigy!
In this city of Beiping, even the great warlords treat him with utmost respect. How dare this actor look down on him like this?
"Die!!"
With a loud shout, Nalan Yuanshu moved.
Bajiquan moves like a drawn bow and explodes like thunder.
With a loud crash, the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered. Using the terrifying recoil, he shot forward like a cannonball, carrying an indomitable and fierce momentum, instantly closing in on Lu Cheng.
There was no probing.
His first move was a deadly strike from Bajiquan—the "King Yama's Three-Point Hand"!
This move is extremely ruthless, specifically targeting vital points on the body.
Fingertips like steel hooks, first point to the throat, second to the solar plexus, third to the dantian.
The three-point attack is as fast as lightning; if you are hit by even one of them, you will die instantly.
The moment Nalan Yuanshu made his move, his originally somewhat effeminate demeanor suddenly changed.
Rumble!
Behind him, amidst the rain, a vast, ancient, and terrifying atmosphere seemed to rise up.
The raging wind and rain seemed to be frozen in place by this artistic conception, and vaguely, five towering and precipitous peaks appeared behind it.
Mount Tai in the east is majestic, Mount Hua in the west is precipitous, Mount Heng in the south is beautiful, Mount Heng in the north is wondrous, and Mount Song in the center is steep.
All five sacred mountains arrive together, with Mount Tai pressing down from above.
This is the Nalan family's most treasured, closely guarded secret—the True Meaning of the Five Sacred Mountains!
When Nalan Yuanshu pointed his finger, it was no longer just a simple finger force, but rather carried the immense weight of five mountains, with a majestic momentum to suppress all enemies in the world, aiming to crush Lu Cheng's physical body, along with his essence and spirit, into dust.
"Lu Cheng, beneath my Five Sacred Mountains, you are but an ant. Kneel down before me."
A cruel glint flashed in Nalan Yuanshu's eyes, as if he could already see Lu Cheng's gruesome state of broken bones and torn tendons.
The force of his charge tore a hole in the rain curtain.
Faced with this fatal blow, faced with the overwhelming illusions of the Five Sacred Mountains.
Lu Cheng did not dodge.
He didn't even blink.
Just as Nalan Yuanshu's fingertips were about to touch his throat...
Deep within Lu Cheng's pupils, a golden line suddenly lit up, as if a god had opened his eyes.
The move, which was originally as fast as lightning, slowed down instantly in his eyes.
Every tremor of Nalan Yuanshu's arm muscles and every flow of his strength were clearly visible.
"A clay chicken or a tile dog dares to call itself a mountain?"
Lu Cheng snorted coldly in his heart.
Before the words had even faded, the scene within his mind had already undergone a complete upheaval.
What he saw "in his eyes" was no longer a muddy courtyard and a ferocious enemy, but a majestic, ancient, and boundless expanse—
Real landscapes.
Those were the summits he had climbed and the great rivers he had crossed in his previous life, the majestic and unchanging spirit of heaven and earth.
Nalan Yuanshu's "Five Sacred Mountains Suppressing Rivers" fist technique, built up by relying on his family's prestige and secret manuals, was so insignificant and superficial in the face of such real mountains and rivers.
"If you truly possess profound knowledge and a commanding presence, then I would respect you as a true man."
The thought flashed through my mind like lightning.
The golden light in Lu Cheng's eyes intensified, as if reflecting the illusory images of thousands of mountains and valleys.
"pity----"
"He is narrow-minded and only knows how to fight and be fierce."
"Your Five Sacred Mountains are nothing but artificial hills in a bonsai garden, mere reflections on a scroll!"
at the same time.
Deep within Lu Cheng's consciousness, the [White Tiger Carrying a Corpse] and [Zhong Kui Catching a Ghost] images vibrated simultaneously.
An indescribable, terrifying fist intent erupted instantly.
"roar--!!!"
In Nalan Yuanshu's mental world, Lu Cheng suddenly disappeared.
What followed was a hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
On top of the pile of white bones, a giant white tiger, as large as a mountain, was perched atop the mountain of corpses, its scarlet beastly eyes coldly looking down at him.
The white tiger roared to the sky and slammed its paw down in mid-air.
"Snap—!!!"
Nalan Yuanshu's proud "True Meaning of the Five Sacred Mountains" collapsed instantly under the giant tiger's claw, just like a paper toy.
Mount Tai collapsed, Mount Hua cracked, and all five sacred mountains were destroyed.
Beside the White Tiger, a red-robed Zhong Kui, with wide-open, angry eyes, slowly drew his demon-slaying sword from his waist.
The White Tiger is associated with killing, while Zhong Kui is associated with suppressing evil.
The two unparalleled fierce powers merged together, transforming into a mental storm that crashed into Nalan Yuanshu's mind.
In an instant, his Five Sacred Mountains Fist intent was shattered into pieces, the great river flowed backward, and the Five Sacred Mountains collapsed—
"ah!!!"
Nalan Yuanshu felt a loud "buzz" in his head.
His proud mental defenses, along with the newly formed Five Sacred Mountains phenomenon, were shattered by Lu Cheng's domineering gaze.
The originally deadly "Three Points of Yama" technique paused for an extremely brief moment.
That feeling—it was terrifying!
Nalan Yuanshu had never seen such a scene in his life.
He had sparred with Huo, the prodigy of the Huo family, who was ranked number one on the Hidden Dragon List. Huo was known as the invincible young generation, and his aura was at its zenith.
But compared to Lu Cheng in front of him—
That prodigy of the Huo family is just like a docile kitten.
How many people must Lu Cheng have killed to cultivate such a murderous aura? How could a mere actor in his early twenties possess such a powerful fist intent?
These are not even on the same level.
"not good!!"
Nalan Yuanshu felt a sudden alarm bell ring in his mind, and his strong survival instinct made him want to retreat.
But he can't back out now.
Because Lu Cheng made a move.
There are no fancy moves, no complicated routines.
Lu Cheng took only one step forward, his body slightly slumped, and the dragon of his spine made a crisp sound like a bowstring snapping.
Xingyi — Tiger Form.
But it's not your average tiger shape.
That is the essence of the "White Tiger Carrying Corpse" painting—a ferocious tiger pouncing on its prey!
His right hand, with its five fingers forming a claw, brought a gust of evil wind and instantly gripped Nalan Yuanshu's outstretched wrist.
"Click."
A crisp sound rang out, particularly clear in the rainy night.
Nalan Yuanshu's right hand, which he had practiced for twenty years and was known for being able to crush bricks, was directly crushed into a comminuted fracture by Lu Cheng.
"ah-!!"
The scream hadn't even fully escaped his throat yet.
Lu Cheng pulled him into his arms, his left hand reaching out like an iron clamp and grabbing Nalan Yuanshu's throat.
that moment.
Nalan Yuanshu's handsome face instantly turned a deep liver color, his eyes bulged, and his face was filled with terror.
His prized Bajiquan, his kung fu that swept through Tianjin, couldn't even last a single move against this man.
"In your next life, remember not to mess with opera singers."
Lu Cheng looked into his eyes, his gaze icy.
He twisted his wrist suddenly.
"Click."
A sound of bone cracking rang out.
Nalan Yuanshu's head drooped down at an odd angle.
Those peach blossom eyes were still wide open, with lingering fear still present.
The heir of the Nalan family outside the Great Wall, a master ranked seventh on the Hidden Dragon List.
one move.
Sold out instantly!
Lu Cheng loosened his grip.
Nalan Yuanshu's body was like a puddle of mud, which fell into the muddy water with a splash, raising a cloud of filthy water.
That priceless moon-white Suzhou-embroidered long gown was instantly soaked with mud and blood.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
The sound of rain seemed to have stopped.
Whether they were surviving disciples of the Shimin Martial Arts Society or those arrogant Japanese ninjas.
Even Wanyan Lie, a half-step Grandmaster, standing to the side, and Yagyu Shizuku, the Japanese sword saint who always squinted.
At that moment, everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the man standing in the rain, dressed in white as snow.
too fast.
It's too cruel.
"Shi——Crown Prince?!"
Wanyan Lie, the burly man who had been following Nalan Yuanshu, only realized what was happening at this moment.
He stared at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, his muscles trembling violently with extreme rage.
"You—you actually killed the Crown Prince?"
"Prince Nalan will not let you get away with this, the entire martial arts world beyond the Great Wall will not let you get away with this!!"
Wanyan Lie let out a roar, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his massive body suddenly swelled up.
He went mad and stomped his foot.
"boom."
The blue bricks on the ground were crushed by this stomp, and mud and water rose three feet high.
Using this recoil force, Wanyan Lie became like an out-of-control mountain of flesh, bringing with him a howling gale, and he crushed towards Lu Cheng.
There aren't any special moves.
It's a collision.
But this simple collision blocked all of Lu Cheng's escape routes.
That's a kind of "momentum".
The aura of someone at the half-step Transformation Realm directly enveloped them.
"Brother Lu, retreat quickly!"
Leaning against the pillar, Old Master Han no longer cared about the pain of his wound; he was so anxious that his eyes were about to burst, and he roared hoarsely.
"He's at the half-step Transformation Realm, and he's almost reached the Divine Intent stage."
"Hidden strength and neutral strength are worlds apart. Don't try to force it. His skin and flesh are harder than iron, and hidden strength can't penetrate them."
Old Master Han has been through this before; he knows all too well the ins and outs of it.
Ming Jin trains the bones, An Jin trains the marrow; both are training the "person".
But once you touch the threshold of Huajin, you are practicing "spirit" and walking on the path of "non-human".
Although Wanyan Lie was only at the half-step level, his external martial arts skills had reached his internal organs. Ordinary internal force was like pricking an elephant with a needle, causing no pain or itch.
Moreover, that impact ignited all the blood and energy in his body.
Let alone a person, he would knock down even a wall.
Lu Cheng stood in the rain.
His clothes fluttered in the wind, and water droplets clung to his hair.
With his keen eyesight, he saw it clearly.
The blood and qi within Wanyan Lie's body were now like boiling magma, burning wildly.
An invisible aura even formed around his body, and rainwater that fell three inches in front of him was evaporated by the heat wave.
"This is... the Transformation Realm?"
Lu Cheng's pupils contracted slightly.
He sensed it.
A pressure, as if it were real, tightly locked his vital energy.
It was like being stared at by a ferocious beast; no matter which direction you tried to hide, it seemed you would be swallowed up by its gaping maw.
This fighting spirit is more than ten times stronger than that of Nalan Yuanshu.
If it's a head-on confrontation—
Lu Cheng was making plans in his mind.
With his current [Toad-Fishing Strength] and [White Tiger True Intent], he might be able to injure Wanyan Lie, but he himself would probably have a few bones broken by this savage bear.
Not cost-effective.
He's an opera singer, a leading actor.
When a performer kills, they need to be mindful of their posture and the aesthetics.
If they were rolling around in the mud and fighting each other like butchers, wouldn't that be beneath them?
"call"
The wind rises.
Just as Wanyan Lie's bear paw, larger than a palm-leaf fan, was about to strike Lu Cheng's skull.
Lu Cheng made a move.
【Ghostly Shadow Walk】!
He didn't retreat, because retreating would be a dead end; if his energy dissipated, he would be constantly suppressed and beaten by the bear.
His figure swayed, like a thin piece of paper, folding strangely in the gale.
"Whoosh!"
He actually slid past Wanyan Lie's thick arm.
That was the ultimate application of "bone-shrinking technique".
In that instant, Lu Cheng's chest caved in, his shoulders hunched inward, and his entire body narrowed by three inches out of thin air.
It was those three inches that allowed him to avoid that fatal blow.
"Bang!!!"
Wanyan Lie's palm strike missed its target and instead slammed into the screen wall behind Lu Cheng.
It was a thick screen wall made of blue bricks, with the character "福" (fortune) carved on it.
He was slapped.
"Splash—"
Half of the wall collapsed.
Broken bricks flew everywhere, and the dust, weighed down by the rain, turned into a puddle of mud.
"roar!!"
Wanyan Lie was enraged when his attack missed.
He suddenly turned around, and his massive body was surprisingly agile. Using the momentum of the turn, one of his thick thighs swept across the battlefield like a battering ram.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
This kick, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it tore through the air, sealed off all of Lu Cheng's escape routes.
Lu Cheng touched the ground with his toes.
"rub."
She felt like a weightless willow catkin, drifting lightly backward.
He retreated slowly, but each step was perfectly timed, just avoiding Wanyan Lie's attack range.
This is based on the "Snowflakes Without a Trace" lightness skill, combined with the "Fiery Eyes" for precise control of the body's center of gravity.
He was quoting.
Lead the mad bear away from the main hall's main entrance.
Because there, the seriously injured Grandpa Han is still there.
"You little brat, all you can do is run away?!"
Wanyan Lie was so angry that he roared and his eyes were bloodshot. He chased Lu Cheng around the yard and smashed things.
Wherever it went, stone tables shattered, flower beds collapsed, and everything was in a mess.
The disciples of the Simin Martial Arts Club watched with trepidation.
If it were them, even a slight brush with death would probably mean they're already meeting the King of Hell.
"Master Lu—he's walking his dog."
A sharp-eyed disciple stammered out a sentence.
indeed.
Lu Cheng kept retreating and hiding.
But his movements were so agile and graceful.
That figure in white moved through the rainy night, not a single leaf clinging to him.
On the other hand, Wanyan Lie, despite his impressive display, failed to even touch Lu Cheng's clothes. Instead, he exhausted himself, panting heavily, his black fur soaked with rain and sweat, looking utterly disheveled.
"That's about it."
Lu Cheng suddenly stopped in front of a set of steps.
Those are the steps in front of the main hall.
There was something stuck there.
A gun.
That same white wax spear that he had thrown down from the wall, shattering the bluestone steps and blocking Nalan Yuanshu's path!
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