Chapter 461 - Intense Battle of Fifteen Minutes (Part Four) (2/2)

Master’s eyes were hollow, his palm clenched into a fist on his chest and lifted to his throat, blocking the counterattack as Qilin aimed towards his throat. His hollow eyes flashed a glimpse of creepiness as he repositioned against Qilin to guard his vulnerable crotch.

This is? Song Wendong was shocked and repositioned himself. The master’s wretched eyes suddenly contained an ever-increasing killing intent, his arms and muscles moving like a dagger, striking towards Qilin’s heart.

The martial dao of slaughter, the Heart Excising Hand! Song Wendong stretched his arms like a spear, keeping his opponent at bay. Both men exchanged blows on the collapsing peak of the Qilin Mountain as dust and gravel enveloped around the collapsing Qilin peak.

Direct clash, preemptive strike! The whole peak of the Qilin Mountain was destroyed by the fight between the two men. The martial dao masters and grandmasters that came to spectate were shocked. This might be a battle between fifteen-stars, but it was actually a battle of the ages between the foundations of martial dao. The spectators were glad that they were able to witness this battle, which will greatly benefit their growth in martial dao in the future.

“Just by watching the fierce battle of fifteen-star levels, you can improve your speed in the advancement of martial dao…”

Everyone thought of this as ridiculous. Especially for both of the constellation warriors with bitterness in their mouths. They were thinking in their hearts: What the hell does that mean?

The faint melancholic smile displayed by Steward Hou was like a crossroad blocked by thousands of cars. Although both sides were fighting relentlessly right now and the Qilin seemed to be faring better than earlier, he had never regained his initial advantage.

The Qilin might be attacking right now, but it had been forced to the point where it was almost fully suppressed. If he couldn’t even launch an attack, that would be the moment of his defeat.

Will Qilin be defeated? Steward Hou and Song Zhenting never thought about this possibility. Even if the mysterious Qinglong rose rapidly against the sky, both of them would never have thought of the Earth Martial God, the Qilin Song Wendong would suffer a defeat.

Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes… thirteen minutes… fourteen minutes and fifty seconds… fifty-one seconds… fifty-three…

Hashimoto looked at the destroyed battlefield in a daze, his body fat jumping in excitement. He felt that even if he was killed for violating the Qilin’s orders, it was all worth it in the end for witnessing such a battle!

“Final strike!”

Suddenly, the Qilin saw the accurate information from Master’s eyes, sublimating his aloof boxing intent into as a display of the mighty Investiture of the Gods bloomed from the master’s hand. Song Wendong took a deep breath as the scales continued to grow across his skin. His compressed, curved spine once again rose up with thunderous cracks from his joints, giving the impression that his body was filled with explosives.

The aura shield rattled the bones as it entered the body. The moment the rattling sounds reached its peak, the black skin began to transform. Muscles began to expand a little, with the skin-transforming into a golden yellow color, shining radiantly.

Another breakthrough! This is the difference between divine beast martial artists and ordinary martial artists. He had a solid foundation that was unimaginable to ordinary people. Under special circumstances, there were possibilities of breakthroughs. However, such opportunities could only appear under the right circumstances: the right place, the right time, the right battlefield atmosphere, and the right opponent.

A saber-like aura visible to the naked eye shot out from Qilin’s mouth. The shout pierced through mountains and rivers, displaying the majesty of the Qilin. Yet the shout showed a hint of loneliness, adding more spirituality to the Four Spirits!

The master doesn’t seem to have noticed that the boxing momentum of the Qilin had started, with his electrifying footsteps transforming into a thunderous one! The electric footsteps might be fast, but it lacked the majestic force of the thunder step!

Not yet in contact, Song Wendong already felt the power of Master’s Investiture of the Gods. The four spirits showed signs of collapse even before touching. Even the air around the Golden Palm was seemingly sucked dry by the Investiture of the Gods, as if the air was squeezed out from the lungs of a person.

Wonderful! Song Wendong was surprised. Did Qin Fen have an instinctual breakthrough again? This strike is much stronger than his previous strikes.

Master stepped towards the Qilin. The target of the Investiture of the Gods was crystal clear, as it locked on to the face of Song Wendong.

The strike wasn’t an unexpected one. Master had given Song Wendong enough time to prepare the strike. If he chose to dodge instead of parry, then he wasn’t the Qilin that everyone knew.

Heyah! Hooh! Hah!

Song Wendong also raised his arms hidden behind his waist, crossing his arms together like the horns of the Qilin beast, completely blocking Master’s Investiture of the Gods.

At the moment of contact with the fist, Song Wendong felt that Qin Fen’s fist was unparalleled which flowed fiercely like the Yellow River. The aura of loneliness had long disappeared, but the taste of invincibility from the loneliness remained. He felt as if he was standing in a space of the universe, facing the incoming onslaught of the Milky Way.

The peak of the Qilin Mountain seemed like a building that was violently blown up and quickly collapsed. Stones with the size of human heads splashed in the dusty soil. The Investiture of the Gods drove straight into the Qilin Horn after the impact, aiming for Song Wendong’s head.

Song Jia subconsciously closed her eyes and didn’t want to see what happened next. After waiting for a second, she noticed that the roar of the fierce battle had weakened all of a sudden. She curiously opened her eyes and looked to the center of the battlefield.

Qin Fen’s fist drove straight into Qilin’s horn, stopping only two inches in front of Song Wendong’s chest! Although his body remained still, his eyes were devoid of battle intent. The vital qi of a fifteen-star level disappeared without a trace.

Fifteen minutes! Just right on time! At the final moment, the master relieved his control of Qin Fen’s body. The uncontrolled body suddenly showed signs of syncope, as Song Wendong blankly stood at the same place.

Everyone around looked at the abruptly halted battle shockingly. How did the intense battle with majestic fists come to a halt all of a sudden? Could it be Qin Fen had already exhausted his vital qi? Impossible! He was still alive and kicking before, how could he run out of vital qi all of a sudden?

Song Wendong thought of the initial words of Qin Fen in his mind: fifteen minutes.

Song Wendong recalled that fifteen minutes had passed without exceeding even half a second since Qin Fen woke up.

Carefully recollecting what he said, Song Wendong suddenly remembered that Qin Fen had said something before the end of the battle. However, Song Wendong ignored it as he was casting the Mighty Investiture of the Gods.

“Now that I think about it…” Song Wendong fell into deep thought, suddenly recalling the melodic words of Qin Fen, “Fifteen minutes is too short… too short… but it’s okay. I am very happy…”

Happy? Fifteen minutes? Song Wendong looked at Qin Fen, who had passed out on the ground. Puzzled, Song Wendong looked at Steward Hou who was awaiting nearby and said, “Take him along and follow me.”

For a moment, Song Wendong disappeared from the peak of the collapsing Qilin Mountain. Steward Hou also disappeared from the fractured mountain after carrying the fainted Qin Fen.

“Father…”

“My little girl, if you want to see your sweetheart, you have to be patient.” Song Zhenting caressed his daughter, Song Jia’s long hair, “We need to wait a little longer.”

The extremely ferocious battle was suddenly over, leaving its spectators with an indescribable empty feeling as they left the collapsing peak of the Qilin Mountain.

Although the intense battle of today ended in an anticlimactic halt, it nevertheless gave everyone numerous inspiring enlightenment. Hashimoto shook his fat body and flew down the Qilin Mountain happily.

Just from hastily rushing up the Qilin Mountain, he had witnessed an intense battle of the ages! Hashimoto realized that ever since he met Qin Fen, his path of martial dao that had long been stagnant was reactivated once again.

The previous battle of Hallasan had given him a lot of enlightenment. By witnessing the battle at the Qilin Mountain today featuring Song Wendong, Hashimoto was confident he’d improve his star-level and martial dao significantly.