Nine Nether Dragon Emperor

Chapter 541: Then Let Me Struggle a Bit More!

Fearing Lin Zhongqi would be provoked again, He Ang immediately stepped forward and challenged Ning Xuan, "Ning Xuan, do you dare to fight me once more?!"

"What’s in it for me?" Ning Xuan asked without hesitation.

He Ang was well-prepared and replied directly, "If you win, I will impart a Unique Secret Technique to you. If I win, I want my family’s land deed and the Battle Armor you’re wearing!"

Without a second thought, Ning Xuan shook his head. "I’m not interested in your so-called Unique Secret Technique."

"Then what do you want?" He Ang asked, confused.

"Another Secret Vault will do!"

He Ang’s mouth twitched as he explained, "Even Realm Lords are very interested in this secret technique of mine. Its value far exceeds that of a single Secret Vault!"

Ning Xuan still shook his head.

"Don’t use your Battle Armor or any Magical Treasure. If you fight him and win, I will hand over my Lin Family’s Secret Vault!" Lin Zhongqi suddenly interjected.

"Deal!" Ning Xuan agreed instantly.

He Ang glared at Ning Xuan as if he were a fool. The most precious items in the Lin Family’s Secret Vault, aside from Divine Crystals and various medicinal herbs, were probably the formula for that strange poison from earlier. And Ning Xuan chose the Lin Family’s Secret Vault over his Unique Secret Technique? Is this guy an idiot?

Meanwhile, Lin Zhongqi was already urging He Ang to proceed. He was no great philanthropist. The only reason he spoke up was that he’d taken a fancy to the He Family’s secret technique. He had coveted that technique for a long time, and an opportunity this rare was not one he could afford to miss.

He Ang immediately stepped forward to face Ning Xuan.

With a casual downward swipe, Ning Xuan peeled something off his body. All three saw it was a film as thin as a cicada’s wing.

"This is the Divine Martial Battle Armor?"

"How incredible!" He Ang murmured. What he didn’t know was that while he still thought the Divine Martial Battle Armor was a Tianji-level treasure, Ning Xuan had already developed the Destiny Battle Armor.

"Our time is precious," He Ang said, a sly gleam flashing in his eyes as he collected himself. "Why don’t we change things up for this duel?"

Ning Xuan is incredibly fast. I need to play to my strengths and avoid my weaknesses, or I’ll almost certainly lose.

"Alright!" Ning Xuan readily agreed.

He had already guessed what this fellow was planning. Heh, I have the complete Lock-Origin Dragon-Ascension Art. If he really wants to compete in recovery speed, he has no one to blame but himself!

He Ang, completely unaware of this, saw Ning Xuan agree and immediately laid out his proposal. "The Divine Martial Battle Armor is just an auxiliary tool. The fact that you could take Elder Lin’s punch proves your Physical Body is also terrifyingly strong. So, let’s compete to see who can withstand more punches!"

Fearing Ning Xuan might refuse, he quickly added, "Of course, you can decline. After all, my Cultivation is higher than yours, so this would be unfair to you. For the sake of fairness, you can have the first move this time as well."

"It’s still a bit unfair. But no matter, for the sake of the Lin Family’s Secret Vault, I accept."

As soon as Ning Xuan finished, the others grew impatient.

"You’re the guest, so you go first," He Ang offered.

BANG!

He Ang’s words had barely faded when a punch from Ning Xuan sent him flying.

PFT!

Spilling a trail of blood across the sky, his body shrank into a tiny dot and vanished from their sight. A single Hook Punch from Ning Xuan had sent him soaring high into the air. He didn’t come down for a long time.

The three on the ground stared upwards.

Finally, after several breaths, He Ang plummeted like a meteor from outer space. The old man from the He Family instinctively reached out to catch him, but fortunately, Lin Zhongqi stopped him in time.

CRASH!

He Ang slammed hard into the ground, gouging out a large crater.

PFT!

He sprayed out another mouthful of blood.

"Your body is far too frail, isn’t it?" Ning Xuan taunted.

He Ang didn’t respond. He had already activated his secret technique. The power in Ning Xuan’s punch was beyond his imagination. His injuries were severe. I have to recover immediately, or I’m done for.

Ignoring He Ang, Ning Xuan turned directly to Lin Zhongqi. "Let’s go. We’re heading to your place."

"Your contest has only just begun," Lin Zhongqi countered, naturally refusing to agree. He had faith in the He Family’s secret technique! However, after glancing at He Ang’s state, he felt a flicker of doubt. Ning Xuan’s punch was just too vicious. Can he really recover from that?

"He’s in this state. Surely you don’t expect me to wait for him forever?" Ning Xuan said, holding out a hand expectantly.

"Give me thirty breaths of time," He Ang’s voice rang out. After activating the secret technique, he had finally recovered slightly. "After I take my turn, you’ll also have thirty breaths to rest."

"Thirty breaths? That’s a bit short. How about the time it takes an incense stick to burn?"

The moment Ning Xuan said this, Lin Zhongqi laughed. So, the little beast was bluffing all along! His true colors are showing now!

"No need! Thirty breaths it is. We’re all busy people!" Lin Zhongqi immediately refused.

Ning Xuan shot back irritably, "You’re not the one fighting. Stop causing trouble and stay out of it!"

"I also think that’s too long. Sixty breaths, at most," He Ang spoke up. Ning Xuan’s punch had been too fierce, and He Ang had noticed the ambient energy was less abundant than he expected, slowing his recovery. Thus, he amended his proposal.

"Sixty breaths, that’s still too—"

Before Ning Xuan could finish, He Ang cut him off. "If you think it’s not enough, you can concede!" With that, he ignored Ning Xuan completely.

"Fine, I’ll struggle on a little longer then," Ning Xuan muttered under his breath.

Lin Zhongqi and the He Family elder exchanged a look, a clear smile in each other’s eyes. It’s a sure thing now!

Sixty breaths passed in a flash.

Without waiting for Ning Xuan’s prompting, He Ang leaped to his feet. Seeing Ning Xuan beckon to him, he threw a punch without a second thought. Ning Xuan suffered the same fate, getting blasted away.

However, He Ang couldn’t bring himself to smile. It felt like I just punched a bar of reinforced steel!

He looked up. Ning Xuan’s body had only been launched a few dozen feet into the air before he began to fall. Something’s not right!

BANG!

Ning Xuan landed, kicking up a cloud of dust. There was no deep crater beneath his feet, only a few cracks in the stone slabs.

"Ning Xuan, are you sure you took off the Battle Armor?!" the He Family elder immediately demanded.

Ning Xuan didn’t answer. With a wave of his hand, the elder felt something new appear on his own body.

"Hit him with a punch and see for yourself!" Ning Xuan shouted to Lin Zhongqi.

On impulse, Lin Zhongqi threw a punch without mercy, unleashing his full power.

BANG!

The elder was blasted high into the sky, and the others even heard a sonic boom! The power of the punch was indescribable.

A moment later, the elder fell back down. Just before hitting the ground, his body stopped abruptly, and he landed without a sound.

"Come back!" Ning Xuan called out lightly.

The He Family elder reached out to grab at the armor, utilizing the binding power of a Holy Realm Cultivator. However, his hand caught nothing.

Lin Zhongqi’s eyes narrowed, then filled with wild joy. This Battle Armor is terrifyingly powerful! Good, it’ll be mine soon!

"I believe it’s my turn now?" Ning Xuan said, turning to He Ang at that moment.

He Ang’s heart clenched. He was overcome with a bad premonition and a wave of regret.

But just as he was about to speak—