novelraw Chapter 775 415: This Is Utter Humiliation! The Young Master Will Win!
Chapter 775 415: This Is Utter Humiliation! The Young Master Will Win!
Duan Yun merely took a step forward, and the entire situation seemed to have completely reversed.
Originally, the Seventeen Arhats, whose momentum was as imposing as a rainbow and seemed like they could cut through the entire Kui Star Tower, hadn't retreated, yet they had already lost in terms of momentum.
Their double ponytails atop their heads spun even more violently, and seventeen whirlwinds connected with the same spirit, even forming a cloud shape with the brothel women's undergarments floating above their heads.
But visibly, their pressure wasn't small, as evidenced by their sweaty faces and the smoke rising from their heads.
Though it seemed like they hadn't yet engaged directly, they had in fact exchanged blows hundreds of times in secret.
"Bound by the same moment across the ends of the earth!"
Suddenly, an Arhat shouted.
With this shout, the spinning direction of his double ponytails had already changed form, transforming from an upward-swirling sharp sword to downward strokes, resembling a pair of swinging blades facing Duan Yun.
"Bright Moon Shining on the River!"
"The Moonlight at the Bedside!"
The second and third robust men followed, shouting.
The robust men recited poems one by one, and as the verses were spoken, their double ponytails underwent transformations; the gales forming around them also changed.
They became sharper, more violent, and fiercer.
At that moment, even the onlookers were affected, their emotions turning irritable.
As if if someone nudged them, they would want to annihilate their entire family.
This was killing intent!
The Seventeen Arhats recited poetry and their killing intent surged layer by layer, as if it had transformed into something tangible.
"Spring Sleep Without Knowing!"
"All things are happening!"
"All paths are deserted!"
"I want to be a hero!"
"Huh?"
The seamless transition of poetry into killing intent was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected verse, as Duan Yun suddenly threw a punch.
This punch contained the power gained from two and a half years since Duan Yun's debut, naturally domineering and fierce, enough to destroy several elephants lined up together.
However, with the Seventeen Arhats' killing intent connected, one person taking the punch was equivalent to seventeen taking it, and they still withstood the punch steadily.
But the person who was supposed to continue reciting poetry suddenly stopped, or rather, changed the intended verse to "I want to be a hero!" This was a bizarre and even terrifying affair.
Because Duan Yun had infused heroic spirit into his punch gained from two and a half years of effort.
A profound heroic spirit!
"Fourteen, what are you doing?" shouted a robust man nearby.
They recited poems to condense killing intent, transforming it into tangible evil qi, each person connecting a verse to form a peak.
As soon as this person's poem changed, the killing intent also changed, leaving the others dumbfounded.
And at this time, Duan Yun had already moved again!
"Electric Sword!"
"Endless!"
With a swish, the Huangshan Great Golden Sword was already unsheathed, the sword light like an electric light, slashing towards the "Fourteenth Arhat."
The seventeen people who were not grandmasters trained in just a few moves in their lifetime, yet could together achieve a strength surpassing that of a grandmaster.
But this strength was not without flaws, or rather, in Duan Yun's eyes, the flaws were still significant.
Seventeen different people, although connected, still required seamless linkage, and just breaking one link would prevent them from achieving their desired effect.
In Duan Yun's eyes, these seventeen people, though they seemed connected, were not close enough, far inferior even to his heroic wings.
Duan Yun was able to have such close heroic wings all due to his own efforts.
He strived to become the leader of the group of heroes, truly becoming the core.
The fault of the Seventeen Arhats was that the core was not strong enough, or perhaps the seventeen were too balanced, even if there was someone leading, they couldn't dominate, hence Duan Yun seized the opportunity and charged straight in!
Although this sword light had electricity, it wasn't dazzling, and the bloodthirsty audience seeing Duan Yun's swordplay for the first time were even a bit disappointed.
Because this sword didn't look domineering or demonic!
But in the next instant, their expressions changed.
The sword light fell on that Arhat, but the Arhat was no pushover either, shaking his head, and his topknot of double ponytails cut down like rolling blades.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
The rapid slashes, due to the high frequency, could be described as sparks bringing lightning.
Even if Old Demon Duan's Sword Qi was extremely refined, it still had to be pierced through.
Yet a strange scene unfolded at this moment.
In just two breaths, the Arhat's ponytails had slashed dozens of times, and the originally not very bright sword light emitted rapid hissing sounds, splintering like chains.
Sword light like electricity, sword light was also electric light.
In just a short moment, the Seventeen Arhats were electrocuted dozens of times; originally, the single bouncing power of the sword light was not enough to break their strong defenses, but at this moment, they were numbed.
Because it happened too fast and too much!
The body has limits and if it's too fast, the body can't take it, which is why many Breathing Techniques emphasize gradual progression.
This is also why there's the saying that in all martial arts, speed is unbeatable.
Even though the Seventeen Arhats had their rhythm disrupted by "I want to be a hero!", their responses were swift, immediately continuing to recite poems to condense the evil qi, but while reciting, their mouths and tongues weren't cooperating.
"White sun day day day day day... vanishes behind the mountains."
"Spring spring spring goes, flowers flowers flowers flowers... ha ha ha ha..."
"Flowers flowers flowers fall, knowing zhi zhi zhi zhi zhi... how many!"
The Seventeen Arhats were electrocuted, their tongues numb, making it extremely difficult to conjure new evil qi through poetry, and at this moment, Duan Yun's fist had arrived!
"Sixteen Strange Fist! Break!"
In an instant, one person executed the Fifteen Road Qi Fist, and because of the speed, he seemed to have three heads and six arms, and because of the fluidity, these Fifteen Road Qi Fists seemed like just one road.