Peerless Dual Cultivation: From Fool to Immortal-Chapter 109 – Misjudged the strength

On the way, Old Hu realized why Huang Ye was able to track him.

His lightness skill was no worse than his own. Even when Old Hu sped up on purpose, he couldn't shake him off.

"Kid, I wondered why you were so confident. Turns out your lightness skill is quite good.

I've only used half my strength. Once we reach outside the city, you'll see you won't even have a chance to run."

The towering city walls were nothing to the two of them. The guards on duty only saw a blur and thought they were dreaming.

Once outside the city, Old Hu began to gradually accelerate.

When he used ninety percent of his strength and found Huang Ye still keeping up, he couldn't help but admire Huang Ye's mastery of lightness skill.

Reaching an open area, Old Hu stopped, and Huang Ye ran over, panting heavily.

"Old man, you sure can run. I'm exhausted. Let's rest a bit before we fight."

He said, leaning against a small tree, gasping for breath.

Old Hu gave Huang Ye a disdainful look. "And you still want to challenge me? Do you think you can take a break when fighting for your life out there?"

"You foolish kid, today your Grandpa Hu will teach you what the martial world is. In your next life, you'll thank me."

With that, he leaped forward, striking with his palm.

The power was fierce, the momentum grand, but halfway through, Old Hu withdrew his hand and waved both arms, sweeping away two golden flying forks.

"Sigh! Compared to Little Li, there's still a big gap. Little Li's Flying Daggers never miss, while my Little Huang's Flying Forks never hit."

"Heh, kid, seems like you've learned a lot from Tang girl."

"But what you don't know is, I'm already a Martial Emperor."

"And I have you to thank for that. Why couldn't you just be smart and develop quietly instead of seeking your own death?"

"Haha, old man, you think being a Martial Emperor is impressive? Let's fight and see."

Huang Ye leaped into the air, throwing a punch with a whoosh.

He didn't choose the Six Meridian Divine Sword, as it was more suited for ambushes. Using it prematurely would alert Old Hu and likely lose its surprise effect.

It's rare to encounter a Martial Emperor expert, so he decided to fight first and ambush if needed.

Old Hu struck again with his palm, "Bang!" Both of them were knocked back simultaneously.

The punch and palm were evenly matched, with both retreating the same distance.

Huang Ye felt his chest and abdomen churn, a sweetness in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood also seeped from the corner of Old Hu's mouth.

He hadn't expected Huang Ye to be so strong. He had used all his strength, intending to crush Huang Ye with one palm.

Yet the opponent only spat out a mouthful of blood and remained standing.

He had cultivated for decades, with profound internal skills and vigorous True Qi, while the opponent was just a young kid.

Two months ago, he was a fool, yet in two months, he had cultivated to contend with a Martial Emperor. How was this possible?

Huang Ye took a breath, realizing he had been a bit arrogant.

This old man had just advanced to Martial Emperor and could already make him vomit blood. The City Lord, who had been a Martial Emperor for over ten years, could easily kill him.

It seemed last time was really dangerous. Luckily, they didn't fight, or he would have lost his life.

But this kind of fight was exhilarating, even more so than fighting two late-stage Martial Kings.

No more words, let's fight to the death.

Clang, clang, the two exchanged punches and palms, almost every attack clashing, flying back to continue fighting.

They clashed head-on for nearly a hundred moves. The more Old Hu fought, the more shocked he became. What was with this kid? Could it be that he, as a Martial Emperor, was too weak?

No, the gap between Martial Emperor and Martial King wasn't small. After advancing, he felt much younger.

He had spent an hour with Fang tonight, and she begged for mercy several times, praising his prowess afterward.

Could it be that exerting too much effort earlier affected his strength?

No, for a Martial Emperor, that little physical exertion was nothing.

Could it be that he had also made great progress in that technique? No, he had to eliminate him today.

Otherwise, with his current rate of progress, he would definitely be crushed in the future.

He had to use a secret technique to boost his strength. This kid was young and strong, and in a prolonged fight, he would definitely lose.

Better to risk a regression in cultivation than to lose his life.

With this thought, Old Hu decided to go all out. He leaped back more than ten feet, eyes wide, and bit down hard.

"Ugh!" Damn, he bit too hard and actually bit off a piece of his tongue.

The pain made Old Hu grimace, but he quickly adjusted and reversed his energy flow.

"Buzz!" Old Hu felt his whole body heat up, his face redder than a monkey's butt.

Huang Ye didn't pursue. As Old Hu retreated, he also needed a breather.

The last round of attacks had taken a toll on him too.

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If not for the frantic operation of his techniques, with spiritual energy rapidly circulating to resist Old Hu's True Qi attacks, his internal organs would have been shattered.

Damn, a Martial Emperor's True Qi was more than twice as strong as a Martial King's. He wouldn't dare let the old man hit his body like before during body refinement.

Little Huang Steps had been pushed to the limit, giving Old Hu no chance to hit his body.

Every time, he used his fists to intercept.

Seeing Old Hu's stance, Huang Ye understood that this old man was about to unleash a big move. Should he do the same?

No, wait a bit longer. The opportunity to fight a Martial Emperor was too rare.

Take a gamble. With this experience, he could truly gain the test of blood and fire.

"Heh, kid, you've thoroughly angered me. Prepare to face my wrath."

With that, he leaped forward, striking with a palm in mid-air.

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"Too much talk."

Huang Ye also leaped, using all his strength, throwing a punch, shouting, "Pegasus Meteor Fist!"

"Bang!" Old Hu's figure was pushed back two paces.

Huang Ye, like a kite with a broken string, was knocked back more than ten feet.

In mid-air, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Fortunately, his physique was extraordinary, and with previous intense body refinement, he could withstand this palm.

This time, he felt a small part of Old Hu's True Qi break through the spiritual energy barrier.

Luckily, the spiritual energy barrier remained firm, especially the refined wood spiritual energy barrier.

If the first four types of spiritual energy blocked 50%, the wood spiritual energy blocked at least 45%.

Once fully refined, Old Hu's True Qi would pose no threat to him.

But even this five percent caused significant damage. Two more palms, and he wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Relying solely on the Tongtian Xuanggong technique wasn't enough. He had to try adding the Little Huang Heart Sutra.

The Little Huang Heart Sutra was a name he came up with, essentially the reverse of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.

Using the Little Huang Heart Sutra would definitely generate heart fire, but he couldn't worry about that now. With a target to vent the fire, a little heart fire wasn't a problem. Combining the two techniques should speed up the operation.

During body refinement, when the last two late-stage Martial Kings came, he discovered that the faster the spiritual energy circulated, the stronger the resistance to attacks.

With this thought, he immediately activated the Little Huang Heart Sutra, and the Tongtian Xuanggong began to operate in sync.

Damn! It's not working. When the Little Huang Heart Sutra was activated, the Tongtian Xuanggong seemed to be blocked, no matter how he tried to operate it.

Damn it, the operation speed of the Little Huang Heart Sutra was much slower than the Tongtian Xuanggong, so he quickly switched back.

While his mind was urgently thinking, Old Hu's palm had already struck, leaving no time to adjust.

He had to block this palm first before switching!

"Bang!" Huang Ye was once again knocked back seven or eight feet.