novelraw Chapter 615 8: Creating Martial Arts? All You Need Are Hands! Watch the Overlord Spear_2
Chapter 615 8: Creating Martial Arts? All You Need Are Hands! Watch the Overlord Spear_2
"So many snakes!"
Some people knew when to stop; they picked the large zhicao from the cold, shaded pool and left without looking back. Others wanted more and dove into the dark abyss, bringing back several luminous pearls, each worth a king's ransom.
Next to the young man, a disciple dashed like a slithering snake. His target wasn't others, but a shed snakeskin. Wrapping himself in it, he emerged like a swimming serpent.
"Friend, leave that serpent's shed skin!"
A long whip lashed out. The newcomer was a woman, tall with luxurious silver adornments, resembling a Miao witch. Her group's goal was clear—the dragons' leftover snakeskin.
The ink dragon seemed to have intentionally left treasures to lure some into vying for them.
"Watch out!"
"It's the Five Poison Sect."
The scene descended into chaos, leaving only the handsome young man on the hilltop, alongside Fu Jianhan, who was watching with a wine jug in hand.
Fu Jianhan turned his head and said, "Aren't you going down to grab some treasures, young brother?"
The young man smiled without a word.
His qinggong was poor; getting down would be easy, but coming back up would be hard. Besides, wouldn't some bring treasures to him soon?
As they conversed,
a figure suddenly charged skyward, seemingly blinded by rage. Upon seeing the young man standing on the hill, he hesitated not a moment before releasing a flurry of hidden weapons.
The young man hesitated no more than he did. Picking up a huge boulder single-handedly, he hurled it toward the figure in mid-air, who had no way to brace.
Shijia Zhixiang Skill!
The higher the position, the farther the throw.
The young man had no intention of changing locations. If someone was looking to die, he would gladly help them on their journey.
Boom!
Blood gushed.
Bones shattered.
The person throwing hidden weapons hadn't even reacted before a massive stone crashed into his chest, collapsing it entirely, leaving him breathless. The treasures in his hands also tumbled into the mountain ravine without anyone seeing what they were, shattering to bits.
The young man didn't care in the least; his purpose was clear enough—to see if there were any heedless fools about, picking them off as he pleased.
True Qi surged.
After casually killing a martial artist, the young man immediately felt a shift in the true qi within him, though not very obvious. Only the Spleen Meridian of the Foot-Taiyin showed a warming sensation at some point. There were just too many acupoints in the human body, and he had no energy to carefully detect them right now, merely noticing a slight increase in his inner strength.
The person he killed with the Shijia Zhixiang Skill had excellent qinggong, and even his otherwise unremarkable leg skills showed slight improvement.
Rumble!
The boulder's fall startled the martial artists engaged in battle. Yet seeing the young man standing motionless on the hilltop reassured them considerably, though none dared approach.
From such a height, even top-tier masters would falter if he launched a surprise attack.
Since they won't bring their heads to me, I'll just go to them.
The young man lifted his eyes to a distant corner of the frigid pool. Someone was fighting, a bright-eyed girl in black attire, with fierce swordplay and a chilling presence. What she was fighting over was unclear, but a faint glimmer of treasure could be glimpsed.
Disciples of the Xuanyin Sect.
Probably the palace-dressed lady's disciple. When the ink dragon appeared, that lady chased it with Lu Shanjun, but her disciples remained behind.
Creatures like dragons possess terrifying strength; any ordinary martial artist who touches them perishes instantly.
Boom!
The young man was just returning a favor. Wielding the Shijia Zhixiang Skill effortlessly, he displayed no signs of exertion or breathlessness. He lifted a boulder weighing over a ton single-handedly, then hurled it toward the bandits encircling the bright-eyed girl.
This was disaster descending from the sky!
The old weirdo who was attacking the bright-eyed girl wielded an iron crutch, his identity ambiguous—whether a demonic cultist or a wicked figure—but his attire was bizarre, and he was surrounded by bandit leaders. Thinking their numbers gave them the advantage, they sought to drive her back; little did they expect a gale to announce an approaching boulder.
The weirdo acted reflexively, striking out with both palms. The next second, a great force overwhelmed him, shattering his arms, spraying blood, and turning him into a meat pie.
Others nearby suffered from the debris, and even the bright-eyed girl retreated in disarray.
Three kills!
On the hilltop, the young man seemed inexhaustible. Again, he single-handedly lifted another boulder.
"Not good!"
"Stop him quickly!"
The bandits around the pool were all targets, and the young man, like a basketball player, hit every throw with precision. Even misses did no harm, for great force wrought miracles, inevitably crushing some.
The strong wind raged.
Fu Jianhan watched with intrigue from beside him, unable to help but remark, "Brother, do you realize the damage you're causing to Shandong's bandit community?"
"Three of the Ji Mo Six Freaks just died at your hands."
"Watch out!"
"Someone's sneaking up!"
Several figures abandoned their treasure hunt. One leapt from the right with a rapid kick, bearing claw-like attacks toward the young man's back. Another climbed like a monkey, releasing hidden weapons to enshroud both the young man and Fu Jianhan.
Having seen Fu Jianhan aid him earlier, they assumed the two were allies, intending to gain an advantage in the end.
The young man remained unhurried.
He casually slapped a nearby tree with his palm, breaking it instantly. Then, clasping it with both hands, he swept it across like a spear, thrusting it to send the monkey-like figure flying over ten zhang away, hitting the ground with a dull thud, already plunged into deep slumber.
"Is that spear technique?"
"What a dominating spear move! It feels like military arts."
Fu Jianhan's interest was piqued. He couldn't resist asking, "Young brother, what martial arts is this? It's my first time seeing someone perform spear techniques with a tree!"