novelraw Chapter 190 - 188: Three Sins
Chapter 190 - 188: Three Sins
Victory is decided by strength, but if someone insists on using their power to bully the weak, then they’ll learn a lesson in what that truly means!
Ganglian froze for a second before unleashing a furious barrage of attacks on Wang Meng. Despite his massive build, his speed was incredible, his two arms blurring into four...
This was already a high-frequency attack, but Ganglian actually accelerated further, his arms now a blur of eight limbs.
Among the Nine Hall Body Cultivators, few could achieve the eight-armed state in the middle of an attack.
Wang Meng’s body swayed in the gale of fists, pinned in place. He couldn’t even dodge.
Amidst the frenzied cheers of the Hengshan Hall disciples, Ganglian’s fists flew faster and fiercer. His expression was one of pure excitement. ’I’ll pound him into a pulp!’
BOOM...
The blur of phantom limbs vanished. Ganglian’s wrist was caught in a tight grip.
Mingren stared, dumbfounded. "Don’t tell me he’s going to compete in strength against a Body Cultivator?"
Ganglian was stunned too. ’What incredible strength.’ But for a Sword Cultivator to challenge a Power Cultivator in a contest of strength? ’Has he lost his mind?’
ROAR...
Ganglian began to pour strength into his arms, but he couldn’t budge. Wang Meng was a full size smaller, yet he seemed to be nailed to the ground, unmoving no matter how Ganglian struggled.
SQUELCH... SQUELCH...
Blood splattered. Ganglian let out a muffled grunt as Wang Meng’s fingers plunged into his arms like steel pillars.
—The Power Cultivator’s Steel Splitting Finger!
The strength in Ganglian’s arms instantly dissipated. Wang Meng heaved, lifting Ganglian high into the air.
BOOM...
He smashed Ganglian’s head into the ground like a sledgehammer. BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...
Everyone’s jaws dropped. ’...How is this possible?’
Even Hong Pan was stunned. ’What kind of technique is this? A Sword Cultivator can, of course, channel an explosive burst of Elemental Power to use a Body Cultivation Skill, but it’s far more difficult. Most importantly, what kind of concentration allows the Elemental Power of the Fifteenth Layer to generate such force?’
Pinned by his hands, Ganglian was furious. This kind of blunt smashing wouldn’t kill him, but being unable to retaliate was infuriating.
WHOOSH...
Just as Ganglian prepared to counterattack, he was thrown through the air, crashing heavily onto the ground.
He sprang up almost instantly, absolutely fuming. He didn’t even glance at the bloody holes in his arms; an injury of this degree was merely a scratch to him.
But how could he tolerate being insulted by a Sword Cultivator?
ROAR...
A golden light began to radiate from his entire body. The Body Cultivator’s Golden Body!
At the same time, his arms swelled once more. As they expanded, the bloody holes left by Wang Meng began to heal. The Power Cultivator’s Mighty Divine Arm!
DIE~~~
THUD THUD THUD THUD...
The ground thudded with every one of Ganglian’s steps as he charged toward Wang Meng like a tank, bringing his Mighty Divine Arm crashing down.
Wang Meng suddenly darted in. With a smooth flick of his hands against Ganglian’s arm, he redirected the incoming fist straight into Ganglian’s own head.
BOOM...
The punch made Ganglian see stars and only fueled his rage. He swung his left fist recklessly at Wang Meng. The redirection was even easier this time.
BOOM...
This time, the punch smashed into his own leg, which immediately gave way.
"Demon Technique! That’s a Demon Technique! Wang Meng, do you dare fight me head-on!"
Ganglian roared. The feeling of being struck by his own fists was unbearable.
Wang Meng smiled. "Elder Hong, how does Hengshan Hall train its disciples? Calling a simple redirection of force a Demon Technique? You bring shame upon our Holy Hall!"
To have the presence of mind to address the spectators in the middle of a fight showed just how at ease Wang Meng was.
Hong Pan’s expression was livid. "Ganglian, if you embarrass yourself any further, I’ll cripple you myself!"
Ganglian roared and charged in, attempting to headbutt Wang Meng. Wang Meng lightly stepped aside, and Ganglian plunged forward, falling face-first into the dirt.
Scrambling up from the ground, Ganglian pounded on his own chest in a frenzy. "Wang Meng, do you dare to fight me head-on?! What kind of man are you, always dodging and weaving!"
A wicked smirk touched Wang Meng’s lips. "Then I’ll give you exactly what you want!"
Ganglian charged forward ferociously, throwing a punch at Wang Meng. This time, Wang Meng didn’t dodge. To everyone’s utter astonishment, he met Ganglian’s fist with his own.
BOOM...
Ganglian was knocked back a step.
Even Ganglian himself was stunned. ’How is this possible???’
Wang Meng threw another head-on punch. Gritting his teeth with all his might, Ganglian roared and met it with his own.
BOOM...
This time, Ganglian was knocked back two steps, while Wang Meng merely swayed.
Ganglian had refined Elemental Power to the Nineteenth Layer, while Wang Meng was only a Fifteenth Layer Sword Cultivator!
"Body Cultivation is about strength, not Barbaric Power. It is skilled strength, concentrated strength!"
With that, he threw another punch. Ganglian roared and met it with his right fist.
BAM...
Wang Meng stood his ground and threw another punch. His fist was silent, but at the moment of impact, his Elemental Power exploded from a single point.
CRACK...
Ganglian screamed and stumbled back, his right arm hanging limp. The Mighty Divine Arm had been shattered...
The Body Cultivators in the crowd stared as if they were looking at a monster. This was a direct clash of power, with no fancy tricks!
Jaws dropped all around. Overcome with pain, Ganglian shrieked and lunged at Wang Meng, all technique abandoned.
Wang Meng leaped into the air. As Ganglian lunged forward, Wang Meng unleashed a vicious roundhouse kick to his neck. In the instant he kicked, his right leg suddenly swelled, becoming a size thicker.
—Mighty Divine Leg???
Countless Body Cultivators cried out in shock. Everyone knew the Mighty Divine Arm was relatively easy to master, but training that same power into one’s legs was exponentially more difficult.
BOOM...
Ganglian was immediately slammed headfirst into the ground.
"You have only Barbaric Power and no brains. That is your first crime. You cannot remain calm in battle, only knowing how to shriek like a banshee. That is your second crime!"
As he spoke, Wang Meng swung his leg up and brought it stomping down on Ganglian’s head.
THUMP...
Ganglian’s head was driven deep into the ground.
Wang Meng slowly retracted his leg, which returned to its normal size. He glanced dispassionately at Ganglian’s half-buried body, then swept his gaze across the disciples of Hengshan Hall. "But your greatest crime... is your stupidity!"
"What a display of power, Elder Wang!" Hong Pan could no longer hold back. For a newly-promoted Elder to be so arrogant—and one from the Lower Three Halls, no less.
Wang Meng glanced coolly at Hong Pan. "These petty tricks of Body Cultivators are simple enough. To fail to even master them proves he’s not only simple-minded, but his limbs are underdeveloped as well. I was teaching him a lesson for his own good."
Zhang Xiaopang was so amused his mouth was twisted in a grin. ’Damn,’ he thought, ’trying to have a war of words with Brother Meng? When we were trading barbs, you probably didn’t even know how to speak!’
Hong Pan was seething, his face flushed red, but he couldn’t find a single word to retort.
Ganglian, who had just been on a rampage, was defeated just like that. A loss might have been a minor upset, but to be defeated so miserably was something no one had expected.
"What was that? Was that a Power Cultivation Skill?"
"I think so!"
"How can a Sword Cultivator use Mighty Divine Leg???"
"Senior Brother Mingren, it seems his so-called weakness isn’t a weakness at all. His Body Cultivation Skills, especially his control over power, have reached a state of perfection," Yang Ying said, her mood lightening considerably.
Mingren nodded. "This is a complete surprise. Who knows how many people were waiting to exploit that supposed weakness. It’s a headache. A real headache."
Mingren was quite candid. He, among many others, had considered Wang Meng a potential rival. Without a doubt, overpowering Wang Meng with brute strength seemed like the most simple and direct method. Now, it was clear that was a complete mistake. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it with recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)