Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 632 14: Metal and Water in Harmony, Flying Dragon Soars in the Sky

Duncan in the Jianghu has been famous for a long time.

Others all know that it's not easy to take him down, so they shifted their focus to the handsome young man. Even if this young man started training in the womb, he would have at most a decade or so of skill. In such a confrontation between experts, any slight inadequacy in True Qi would immediately reveal a flaw.

"Elder Shi."

"Leave this kid to me!"

Beside him, the monk Hua, known as Buchi, first joined Shaolin, later defecting to the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. After offending Mani Religion's kind mother, he fled to the Demon Sect, earning a notorious reputation in Jianghu as a man with allegiance to three different surnames.

Someone like this should have been cleaned out long ago.

But the current times are chaotic, and every faction needs dogs; naturally, a dog that can bite is protected by a master.

— Elder of the Hehuan Sect - Buchi (Wheel Seal) (Joyful Method) (Five Star Whiteboard).

— Elder of the Hehuan Sect - Shi Da (Fire Dragon Strength) (Xuansu Sutra) (Five Star Whiteboard).

The monk Hua used the Western Regions Vajra Palm to force back Duncan. With a flick of his wrist, two peculiar weapons appeared in his palm, a pair of Vajra Pestles, but their shape was slightly strange, indescribable.

His martial arts were a notch higher than the old beggar's, and he believed he could take down the young man, his figure lunging forward, Vajra Pestles in hand as they stabbed towards the meridian points like shooting stars. He noticed the young man's footwork was average, and if caught in a siege, he'd surely lose his composure.

But reality proved him wrong.

The young man remained calm amidst the crowd, seemingly naturally adept at handling being surrounded, as if he had eyes on the back of his head. The opponent wrapped their arms around a tree and swept it in a circle, then directly threw it as if it was a spear.

Bam!

An outer disciple of the Hehuan Sect died instantly, crushed to pieces.

"Heracles Divine Power?" Buchi's expression changed, and before he could make another move, the young man was already upon him, his figure like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, five fingers forming claws. Fiendish energy gathered at the fingertips, casting a dark golden glow.

The young man had not yet refined True Strength, only having hands that could encompass the fiendish energy.

The two exchanged several fierce blows, the fiendish energy infiltrating the meridians, causing Buchi's complexion to alternate between red and white. Although he had cultivated Innate True Qi, his foundation was unstable, relying on the technique of absorbing Yin to replenish Yang, barely managing to unclog his meridians.

In Jianghu, the least valuable Innate experts are those who absorb others' Inner Strength and those who replenish by harvesting from others.

The True Qi and Inner Strength absorbed from others are far from easy to use.

Skill depends on purity, the difference akin to a basin of water compared to an ice blade formed from a bowl of water, or a patch of sand compared to a fist-sized stone.

"This young hero's martial arts are peculiar. Why is it that after exchanging a palm strike with him, one Hehuan Sect elder turns red, while another turns white?"

True Qi disrupted.

Although Innate experts can dissipate the invading fiendish energy within them, preventing them from losing their True Qi after just a few moves, resolving Huajin also takes time. There's simply no time for meditation now, and since the power was initially harvested from others, with the Inner Breath disrupted, they can only forcibly suppress the turbulent essence and blood.

"This kid is strange!"

With his stick technique, the old beggar forced back Duncan, and the two exchanged coded words back-to-back: "My Fire Dragon Strength somewhat restrains the Vajra Dharma Gate, but I don't know why, after exchanging a palm strike with him, it's actually restrained by him, and my True Qi is extremely agitated."

The old beggar's palms were crimson, and even his protective True Qi was somewhat scattered.

Now Duncan was no longer a greenhorn in Jianghu, sometimes just looking at markings, he could guess at the martial arts being used. One glance at the old beggar revealed he was cultivating Yin meridians, the kind of practice that required choosing midday even for meditation.

"Duncan."

"Lend me your Zen staff!"

After all, the young man hadn't refined True Strength, and clashing with his bare hands was slightly disadvantageous.

Duncan was straightforward, tossing over the Flying Dragon Zen staff and exclaimed, "Young hero, do you even know the staff technique?"

The young man readily shook his head, "I don't."

Don't know the staff technique, then why would you want a monk's Flying Dragon Zen staff?

Duncan was somewhat speechless.

In the next second, the young man brandished the Flying Dragon Zen staff with a horizontal sweep, laughing heartily: "I don't know the staff technique, but I do know how to use the Dog-Beating Staff!"

"Well, as for staff technique."

"I'll just create my martial arts."

"Watch the move."

"Taste my chaotic whirlwind staff technique!"

The first style, Flying Dragon in the Sky.

The fierce wind howled.

The Flying Dragon Zen staff stirred up a storm, the gale howling, blowing grass and trees into the air. This Heracles Divine Power no longer required techniques; as long as it struck, it meant broken tendons and bones, even severely injuring or killing Innate experts.

Though he called it a chaotic whirlwind staff technique, the young hero's martial arts had a strong foundation. Using the Flying Dragon Zen staff as a club, he could still deploy a peculiar spear technique.

Each move was casual and straightforward, yet devastatingly powerful and fierce.

"This is bad!"

"This opponent is tough!"

The monk and beggar of the Hehuan Sect intended to first take down the young man, little did they know he'd be more ruthless than Duncan, and most surprising was that his fiendish and True Qi could adhere to the Flying Dragon Zen staff, causing it to chime crisply, its surface appearing coated with a layer of dark golden luster.

A perfectly good Buddhist magical artifact, in his hands, seemed more like a Vajra club that Asura would use to crush bones.

Shlish.

The old beggar couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the Flying Dragon Zen staff. In the young man's hands, the heavy Zen staff felt as light as a feather. The old beggar gathered his Fire Dragon Strength to resist, and the Flying Dragon on the staff even bent a little. With a wail, his arms were shattered, and most of his martial arts prowess was lost.