Martial Arts? Sorry, I am better at Thunder Spell!-Chapter 504 - 281 Craft and Skill Clash, Depressed Zhou Yi (Seeking Subscriptions! Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Chapter 504: 281 Craft and Skill Clash, Depressed Zhou Yi (Seeking Subscriptions! Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
On the stage, Bai Huayuan released a Fire Jiao from within his paper fan.
It left An Lufeng startled.
He gazed at the black and red paper fan in Bai Huayuan’s hand.
An Lufeng: "A Magic Artifact?"
Watching as the Fire Jiao Dragon lunged at him, the scorching heat hit him full in the face.
An Lufeng remained calm.
Bai Huayuan was confident in his own strength, and An Lufeng, equally confident in himself.
He saw his fists and palms shine, and with a raise of his hand, a wild wind surged around An Lufeng, where an intense air current gathered in his palm.
An Lufeng held the dragon head of this fiery Jiao in one hand, instantly releasing the force.
The air current dragged the Jiao to roam beside An Lufeng.
Then, An Lufeng’s entire body shook, directly dispersing the Fire Jiao with a burst of qi.
However, right after An Lufeng had dispersed one Fire Jiao Dragon.
Bai Huayuan slapped his paper fan, and suddenly, two more Fire Jiaos took shape.
One on the left and one on the right, both charged at An Lufeng once again.
An Lufeng stomped his foot down, and his whole body leapt into the air, pushing both palms forward, his body releasing countless air waves like a raging tide from his palms.
The two Fire Jiaos were overturned by the air waves.
An Lufeng looked at Bai Huayuan and thought to himself, "As expected of the foremost among the youth of Jiutuo Mountain, truly difficult to handle."
The opponent’s Fire Manipulation Technique had reached perfection, and the speed of releasing flames gave him quite a challenge.
"I can’t go on like this, I need to make a move!"
Always just hard-blocking Bai Huayuan’s Fire Manipulation Skill was ultimately not the solution.
Like playing chess, constant defense is a slow death.
An Lufeng stepped through the air with six steps, climbed to the sky, and controlled the air current, allowing him to briefly stay in the air.
At this moment, Bai Huayuan was still casting spells with his paper fan, manipulating fire.
An Lufeng’s eyes sharpened.
He spotted a gap in Bai Huayuan’s Fire Manipulation.
An Lufeng’s void behind him shook, and his whole body shot towards Bai Huayuan.
An Lufeng’s fingers shaped into claws, instantly locking the air current around Bai Huayuan.
Then, he threw a punch.
This punch, accompanied by air currents, was terrifyingly powerful.
If it hit Bai Huayuan, the fight might have ended then.
"Handsome guy, be careful!"
"What amazing speed!"
An Lufeng hailed from the Lianshan Qi Sect, famous for its exquisite control over air currents.
With his control over the air current around his body, An Lufeng could burst forth with incredible speed.
Bai Huayuan, an ordinary practitioner of magical techniques with one hand adept in Fire Manipulation, although powerful,
would still find it troublesome once someone closed in on him.
In the blink of an eye, An Lufeng had already charged in front of Bai Huayuan.
Watching An Lufeng rushing in, a fist aimed straight for his face.
Strangely, facing the swift and fierce attack of An Lufeng, Bai Huayuan, who should have been afraid of close fighting, not only was not panicked but even revealed a strange smile on his face.
An Lufeng immediately felt something.
This is bad!
I’ve been tricked!
Bai Huayuan opening his guard was just luring him in.
He had already rushed in front of him, and he was not at all panicked, looking as if he held a winning secret.
An Lufeng felt the temperature around him rise sharply in that instant.
Retreat fast!
An Lufeng wanted to retreat, but alas, it was too late!
Then he saw another hand of Bai Huayuan throwing out several white talismans.
After being thrown by Bai Huayuan, these talismans instantly enlarged, turning into a series of white banners.
These banners instantly entwined around An Lufeng, wrapping him into a huge spherical form.
Then, flames fiercely ignited from the white talisman.
"Boom!"
No matter how exquisite An Lufeng’s control over air currents was, he could not evade this attack.
He was immediately blown away by the intense flames, crashing to the ground, his body black as charred.
An Lufeng awkwardly stood up from the ground and bowed to Bai Huayuan: "Thank you, Brother Bai, for showing mercy, I have lost! The Fire Manipulation Technique of Jiutuo Mountain is indeed as legendary, I am no match."
Though An Lufeng was as charred as coal.
His injuries were merely superficial.
But he knew in his heart that this was the result of Bai Huayuan showing mercy.
Had it not been a sparring match, but actual combat, the power of those white fire talismans would have been far greater.
Being wrapped up and blasted like that, his life, if not surrendered right there, would have been severely wounded.
So, he accepted his defeat gracefully.
An Lufeng straightforwardly admitted defeat.
Bai Huayuan, hearing this, smiled and also said, "Lianshan Qi Sect’s control of air currents has reached the peak, I just took advantage of a trick and was fortunate to win, next time I might not be so lucky against Brother An, Brother An is too modest!"
The two exchanged mutual flattery.
An Lufeng stepped down from the stage.
At the edge of the stage, many bystanders who watched the fight were thrilled.
The battles of the world of magic, compared to the fervent animations of the second dimension, were equally intense.
The older generation of Jiutuo Mountain, watching Bai Huayuan defeat An Lufeng of the Lianshan Qi Sect, also showed satisfaction on their faces.
Clearly very pleased that someone like Bai Huayuan had emerged from their ranks.
Standing with Professor Cao, Qin Hao also nodded in approval.
At such an age, to have cultivated the Fire Manipulation Skill to this extent was indeed commendable.
As for Zhou Yi, who previously claimed he wanted to challenge Bai Huayuan, a black belt third dan in Taekwondo, he had already sheepishly left with his two roommates.
Bai Huayuan was so awesome, let alone him, a black belt in Taekwondo.
Even if the founder of Taekwondo was resurrected, he wouldn’t dare let off even a fart!
Everyone else is damn cultivating immortality, what business does a martial artist have here?
Zhou Yi felt he had lost a great deal of face today.
Sheepishly leaving the scene of the stage.
The two ladies who followed him were no longer focused on him.
Their attention had all been drawn to Bai Huayuan.
After all, he was just a rich second generation, while Bai Huayuan was a Cultivator!
Watching the ladies’ attention being taken away,
His heart felt infuriated.
Damn!
A bunch of posers, so what if he cultivates immortality?
He was just unlucky, not having the chance to enter an Immortal Sect, if he had the chance, who knows, maybe his talent would have been even better!
Zhou Yi was very unconvinced.
Just then, he noticed someone setting up a stall by the roadside selling things.
The two ladies accompanying him were attracted by the street vendor.
They went over to take a look.
The lady Zhou Yi had his eye on squatted down, staring at a White Jade Hairpin on the stall.
She seemed to like it very much.
Watching the lady being attracted by the hairpin, and liking it very much,
Zhou Yi’s depressed mood suddenly saw a turning point.
Eh?
Seems like a chance to show off!
Zhou Yi also squatted down, reaching out for the hairpin, ready to pick it up for a look.
At the same time, just about to ask how much the hairpin was, planning to seduce the lady by buying it for her right away,
Unexpectedly, before he could speak, the street vendor scolded them.
"Go away, kids, don’t crowd here, you can’t afford it, don’t touch it!"
Zhou Yi was immediately displeased.
Damn!
Are street vendors nowadays all so full of character?
A broken hairpin, how much can it be worth?
In Wanjiang City, what can’t he afford?
Zhou Yi, the young master, was annoyed.
Talking about fighting with Cultivators, he was not capable.
But speaking of wealth, Zhou Yi didn’t brag, but he had more than eight hundred thousand in his bank account right now.
Not just buying a hairpin, but buying your whole stall would do.
Zhou Yi, suppressing his anger, asked: "How much can your broken hairpin be worth? Name a price?"
The vendor glanced at Zhou Yi, shook his head and said: "Don’t ask about the price anymore, it’s not something you should inquire about, you can’t afford it."
