novelraw Chapter 95
Chapter 95
Chapter 95
Before the Fist Demon could think further, the scene escalated.
Gu Yang’s fist had already come down.
A terrifying fist intent, so fierce words could not describe it, crashed down.
Rumble!
The Fist Demon could not withstand it. His own fist was blasted aside. That terrifying force then slammed directly into his body.
Rumble, rumble!
His massive frame flew backward. In midair, a mouthful of blood burst from the Fist Demon. His breath faltered a hundredfold; his whole body went utterly weak. One punch…just a single punch…and the Fist Demon lay grievously wounded by Gu Yang.
“Still alive?” Gu Yang showed a trace of surprise. He had expected that with eighty percent peak fist intent he could kill the Fist Demon with one blow. He had not expected to leave him with a single breath.
In truth, the Fist Demon only had that one breath left. Gu Yang’s blow had thrown his internal organs into chaos. If his physique had not been so formidable, he would have died countless times over.
The Fist Demon’s face turned deathly pale as he glared at Gu Yang with hatred. “Gu Yang, just wait! Next time… I’ll make you pay!” he snarled.
Gu Yang frowned slightly and struck again. But at that moment the Fist Demon…without anyone noticing…crushed a jade token in his hand. A strange spatial fluctuation enveloped him, and in the next instant his figure vanished.
“Quick to run,” Gu Yang remarked without surprise. As the fifth-ranked prodigy on the talent list, the Fist Demon certainly had an escape method. Gu Yang did not care. What mattered more right now was the cold-jade snow lotus…the spirit herb he needed most.
He walked slowly to the edge of the cold pool and looked at the snow lotus not far away, lifting an eyebrow. This cold pool seemed not so simple.
While Gu Yang pondered before the pool, the surrounding prodigies stood dumbfounded. What had they seen? Gu Yang had wounded the Fist Demon with a single punch…and had even forced him to crush his escape token? Someone swallowed hard, clearly shaken to the core.
“Gu Yang… he played another trump card.”
“That had to be eighty percent fist intent.”
“Ridiculous…eighty percent fist intent? I’ve only read about that in ancient texts; this is the first time I’ve seen it in reality!”
“His comprehension of fist intent shakes the heavens…Gu Yang’s aptitude is terrifying!”
Inside the palace, a group of princes watched with stunned faces. “Eighty… eighty percent fist intent!?” one breathed. “How did Gu Yang comprehend so fast? He’s only seventeen…seventeen and he can reach eighty percent fist intent? Some people can’t achieve that in a lifetime.”
“Second brother, have you forgotten? Gu Yang also comprehended perfected sword intent,” the eldest prince reminded them, and the hall fell silent.
Chu Ling’er exhaled in relief. Good…Gu Yang was fine. And he was so strong. Her eyes shone and her spirits lifted. “Gu Yang… is indeed impressive,” she murmured.
At that moment a dignified voice rang through the hall. The princes looked up, startled, and bowed. “Your Majesty!” they called. Chu Ling’er stepped forward and cupped her hands.
“Heh, no need for formalities,” the Emperor of Chu said as he appeared in the hall. “Why have you come, Father?” the eldest prince asked.
“I came to see how the prodigies performed,” the Emperor replied. “I arrived just in time to see Gu Yang wound the Fist Demon with one punch.” He glanced at the screen and smiled faintly. “I must say, Gu Yang’s comprehension is extraordinary…none in Chu can surpass him.”
The princes were shocked. Their father’s standards were high; only Bai Tianhong had previously earned such praise among Chu’s young generation. Gu Yang was the second.
“Father, is Gu Yang really that strong? He beat the Fist Demon, but Bai Tianhong is our top prodigy. Gu Yang is only at the peak of the Tenth Level of the Condensed-True Realm…he still falls far short of Bai Tianhong, right?” the second prince asked, clearly a loyal supporter of Bai Tianhong.
“You are still too young and short-sighted,” the Emperor said, shaking his head. “You only saw the techniques Gu Yang displayed. Have you seen him draw his sword yet?”
“No,” the second prince admitted, puzzled. “But even if he drew his sword, his sword techniques couldn’t possibly surpass fist techniques…he already comprehended eighty percent peak fist intent, only one step from ninety percent!”
“Heh, why are you so sure Gu Yang’s sword cultivation is inferior to his fist cultivation?” the Emperor countered. The second prince fell silent, then blurted, “Do you think… Gu Yang could comprehend eighty percent peak sword intent?”
“I can’t guarantee that,” the Emperor said, then added, “But Gu Yang surely has reserves…perhaps he will surprise us later.”
In the valley, all the prodigies turned their gazes to Gu Yang by the cold pool. They wondered why he delayed plucking the cold-jade snow lotus. Did the pool’s chill deter even him? No sooner had they thought this than Gu Yang moved. He dashed toward the pool’s center with incredible speed. The icy chill could not affect him at all; his dense qi and blood power melted the cold air.
In an instant he reached the pool’s center and stood before the cold-jade snow lotus. He slowly reached out to pluck it. At that moment, terrifying tremors rose from beneath the pool. The ice cracked inch by inch; water splashed and waves surged.
Then a colossal creature burst from the depths. Under the sunlight its true form revealed itself: a giant beast comparable to the Eighth Peak of the Embrace-Origin Realm…the Cold-Spirit Jiao.
Hissss! The Cold-Spirit Jiao fixed its needle-sharp eyes on Gu Yang, let out a chilling hiss, and launched an attack without hesitation. It opened its blood-red maw, aiming to swallow the intruding human whole.
The watching prodigies gaped. “There’s a beast under the pool comparable to an Eighth Peak Embrace-Origin Realm monster!” they exclaimed.
Their shock deepened. Gu Yang stood with his back to the Cold-Spirit Jiao as if he had anticipated it. He slammed a punch down. Eighty percent peak fist intent burst forth without restraint. The terrifying force struck the Jiao’s massive body.
Screech! A piercing, agonized cry tore from the beast’s throat. They watched as a human-sized hole of blood opened on the Jiao’s body; blood gushed and instantly dyed the pool crimson.
With a heavy splash, the Cold-Spirit Jiao collapsed into the pool. Within a few breaths it stopped moving. In an instant the entire scene fell utterly silent…so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.