Chapter 129 - Going Seventy (2/2)

For the sake of Dragon Hall’s sign, Qin Fen led people over to the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains. He simply extended a hand and said, “Sign.”

After dealing with the attitudes of several sects in a row, Qin Fen very much understood the atmosphere of this street. The more polite he was, the more others would want to step on him. Since this was the case, he might as well be a bit tough about things.

There were a dozen or so disciples of the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains Sect who stood before the door. They had seen the ferocious and tyrannical aspect of Qin Fen just now, so they moved to the side in unison, making a path for Qin Fen.

Only one person stood on the nearly empty path. He was a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and skinny figure. His pair of triangular eyes, like those of a mouse, flashed with terror and timidity.

Li Mo, the Sect-Wielder of Beauty of Rivers and Mountains. He had seen Qin Fen’s fight just now, and he had no desire to do battle whatsoever.

“T-the sign… I sold it already….” Li Mo hurriedly waved his hands. “Don’t tear down my sect in a sect-challenge. I sold the sign to Blue Wave Pavilion.”

A bit of disdain rose in Qin Fen’s heart. Did this man lack the class of a martial artist more than himself?

Qin Fen raised the head to look at the sign with ugly words. He said once more. “Tear down that sign. I heard that it can be exchanged for a bit of money.”

The comrades behind Zhang Xiangyang had been waiting for these words. They pushed away the disciples of the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains Sect like vicious tigers or wolves. They tore down the sign in a rough manner.

Blue Wave Pavilion? Qin Fen took his eyes to study the signs of the sects all over the street. According to the pattern so far, Blue Wave Pavilion should be somewhere nearby.

Soon, Qin Fen found the sign of Blue Wave Pavilion.

A man walked out from the crowd and stood beneath this sign. His height was nearly six feet, and the beard on his face told everyone that he was at least in his mid-thirties in age.

“Master of Blue Wave Pavilion, Blue Wave. Please enlighten me!”

The words spoken were simple. This middle-aged man, who didn’t look to be much stronger than any of the powerful sect masters of the Guardian Deity Sect, had actually chosen to fight!

Qin Fen could read the following words from within the man’s eyes: “I would rather lose in a fight than be a spineless coward like that Li Mo!”

“Dragon Hall, Thirty-Six Hours.”

Qin Fen’s voice rang in the air, and he pulled into the bow-and-arrow step and fired his body. His technique was like magic, shrinking the distance of space into a mere inch as he appeared upon Blue Wave. He used the power of his momentum to launch a Soaring Cannon, his torn clothes upon his arm flapped in the air, giving him a majestic aura of power.

Blue Wave knew just how grand and fierce Qin Fen’s fist was. He didn’t choose to forcefully take the blow. His ankle swiveled like a whirlpool in the middle of the ocean. He dodged to Qin Fen’s left side in an instant and clenched his fist into a hammer. The fist came smashing upon Qin Fen’s ribs beneath the arm.

If this hammer of flesh were to strike true, its might would certainly be no different than that of a true hammer of metal, and it would be normal for Qin Fen to have three, five, seven, or even eight ribs broken.

But Qin Fen actually performed an evasive maneuver in a split second, one that was nearly tantamount to the one Blue Wave performed. His body fiercely moved across to the left side. The muscles of his back expanded in an instant, as he fiercely slammed out with the Twisting Single Mountain Thrust.

Blue Wave’s figure swayed, as if he had been hit by a car going seventy. His body flew high, leaving the ground, before ultimately smashing back into the ground.

The surrounding crowd let out cries of shock. Though the muscles of Qin Fen’s back hadn’t reached the size of a mountain of flesh, he was like a tank moving at high-speeds, and there was no reprieve for Blue Wave at this moment.

“The sign isn’t at Blue Wave Pavilion. He already transferred it to my Deep Cloud Sect.”

The leader of the Deep Cloud Sect, which was located next to the Blue Wave Pavilion, narrowed his eyes into slits. Dragon Hall’s sign had entered the hands of their Deep Cloud Sect from Blue Wave Pavilion. He didn’t challenge Qin Fen directly, instead, he was clearly scared of this opponent. There was logic in wearing out this man, who could sweep away anyone on the same level as him in a single blow, by fighting him in waves.

“Then, you shall be defeated by my hands!”

The leader Deep Cloud Sect shouted, and Qin Fen immediately threw his body upon him. He was akin to a mobile armor moving at high-speed on the battlefield. Even the sound of his consecutive footsteps was akin to the rumbling of an armor’s motor. He was upon the new opponent in the blink of an eye.

Consecutive fights with consecutive victories, this was none other where one’s imposing aura was the most radiant! Qin Fen was in his peak state. He hesitated not a sliver. Soaring Cannon. Forcing Hand Cannon. Level Heart Cannon. He was just like an artillery squad of the military on the battlefield. The heavy artillery blasted in unison, suppressing the opponent in such a way that even breathing was difficult.

The people watching the fight were unable to recover from their shock from beginning to end. The leader of the Deep Cloud Sect, Cloud Within, possessed a strength that was no way inferior to any of the four leaders of the Guardian Deity Sect. He should be pressed this hard to the point that he didn’t even have the strength to lift a hand. However, Qin Fen’s momentum had reached great heights from sweeping away several sects on this street. In addition, his body’s strength had increased a bit. After six exchanges, Cloud Within was cleaved to the ground by Qin Fen’s Twisting Downward Dragon Chop, the bone of Cloud Within’s neck-breaking.

“Vertical Sky Sect. Please enlighten me.”

“Sect of Mysteries. Please enlighten me.”

Qin Fen looked at the two men, who were old enough to be his uncle, and raised an eyebrow. “You guys?”

“The sign of your Dragon Hall has once been passed through my hands.”

The two men roared the same words but in different voices, upon which they adopted a fighting stance. They knew they were not Thirty-Six Hours’s match at all if they were to fight against him one-on-one. And if they lacked the courage to fight jointly, what was the point in cultivating martial arts in the first place?