Chapter 598 - 330: Immortal Will of Cangming! (Part 2)
Chapter 598: Chapter 330: Immortal Will of Cangming! (Part 2)
The expression of Gongsun Zongheng suddenly changed as the Nine Chapters of Divine Jade rotated; the force he could absorb from Chu Qing’s Inner Power seemed to be abruptly cut off, leaving nothing for him to gain.
At the same time, the Inner Strength that was manageable before now seemed to gather into a Divine Dragon.
With overwhelming force, it thundered towards his meridians to oppress them.
In that instant, it seemed as if a dam had burst, unable to be restrained. Gongsun Zongheng’s figure swayed, and he flew backward through the air, his body emitting cracking noises as his muscles and acupoints were strained. By the time he landed, he was already covered in blood, looking horrifying.
Yet at this moment, an iron spear suddenly aimed straight at Chu Qing’s face without any warning.
The standoff between Chu Qing and Gongsun Zongheng lasted only a fleeting thought, enough for the lieutenant to retrieve his spear and wait silently for Gongsun Zongheng’s defeat, in this moment when Chu Qing was full of confidence.
He expected that Chu Qing would inevitably relax his vigilance at this moment, which would be the best opportunity for him to make a surprise attack and seek life from death.
But just as the spear was about to strike Chu Qing’s face, it suddenly stopped moving.
A hand reached past the spearhead, grabbing the spear shaft, and no matter how forceful the lieutenant tried, he was unable to move it at all.
Chu Qing chuckled softly:
"Let go."
The lieutenant still stubbornly clung to it, but this time Chu Qing was no longer accommodating. Taking charge, he used his single-arm strength to lift the lieutenant, swinging him round and brutally smashing him to the other side.
The lieutenant thought he had a good plan, intending to mimic Chu Qing’s technique of rooting his hand to the spear shaft, and planned to slam the boomerang fiercely onto Chu Qing’s body.
Yet Chu Qing utterly disregarded his script.
Being swung high in the air, just hearing the whistling around was enough to know the force was so strong that landing would result in serious injury if not death.
But now, as he is in mid-air, even an assassin can’t avoid heavy injuries, rendering it completely meaningless.
Bam!!!
This instant was enough for a myriad of possible scenarios to flash through his mind, but it was difficult for him to make a decision in this moment.
Before he could think about how to respond, his entire being was already slammed down on the ground by Chu Qing.
Instinctively, he released his grip on the spear, only hearing the whoosh as Chu Qing swung the iron spear round and smashed it down again!
Bang!
With the first sound, the lieutenant only saw stars flashing, shadows hovering all over.
Bang bang!
Following with two more sounds, the lieutenant was already lost, feeling like he was surrounded by sticks from all directions rather than his own iron spear.
Chu Qing aimed at his head, controlling his strength, and after hitting him seven or eight times, the lieutenant finally passed out, blue and swollen.
From the duel till now, at most, it could count as two moves.
Liu Zhaohua and others were all prepared to witness a great battle, yet before they could adjust their positions, the battle ended.
Where was any great battle?
Whether they were experts from the Celestial Evil Cult or the Evergreen First Demon who had wreaked havoc in the Martial World for decades, before Chu Qing, they were like three-year-old children.
A couple of mighty swings left them disoriented, unable to find north, south, east, or west.
Momentarily, they were taken aback.
It was truly beyond words.
Chu Qing then carried the spear, slowly walking towards Gongsun Zongheng, who had been smashed and was lying on the ground.
Looking down from above, Gongsun Zongheng’s eyes were filled with blood, unable to move at all.
He looked at Chu Qing, gritting his teeth and spoke:
"Give me... a swift end..."
"I can’t do that."
Chu Qing shook his head:
"If you have a swift end, I won’t be happy. Rest assured, I won’t kill you; at least not for the next twenty years, I won’t take your life.
"Moreover, I shall ensure you live well. If you are at death’s door, I will even find someone to treat you."
As he spoke, he turned his head and walked towards Liu Zhaohua and the others.
The corner of his mouth gradually curled up.
Raising his eyes, he saw Liu Zhaohua and others’ expressions suddenly change, as if Chu Qing had long been waiting for this moment.
Splat!!
Blood splattered as a hand abruptly pierced the gun barrel.
The hand belonged to Gongsun Zongheng, the gun barrel was the one extended by Chu Qing.
Gongsun Zongheng rose to launch a surprise attack, entirely unpredicted.
Chu Qing, turned back against him, extended the gun barrel, deftly like he had waited for this very moment.
And what Liu Zhaohua and others saw was Gongsun Zongheng suddenly rising for a surprise attack, launching a palm strike directly onto the gun barrel, failing to hit Chu Qing, instead wrecking his own hand.
By this point, Chu Qing, as if suddenly awakened from a dream, turned back, the iron spear in his grip:
"Hmm? What’s going on?"
The spear barrel pierced through Gongsun Zongheng’s hand. This swift motion directly tore at his flesh and bone, leaving Gongsun Zongheng in agony, nearly shedding tears.
He hastily followed the spear barrel, on tiptoe, as Chu Qing turned and laughed:
"Where’d that old man go?"
As he spoke, turning once more, Gongsun Zongheng watched, the iron spear distorting his flesh, white bones utterly different from the past, becoming uncontrollably enraged.
"You scoundrel... You did this on purpose!"
He lowered his head, seeing Chu Qing actually turned away from him.
Suddenly, he realized this was a golden opportunity, never to come again.
Immediately, he activated the Immortal Will of Cangming, launching the most powerful of the Cangming Eight Great Techniques, the Cangming Godslaying Palm, fiercely striking Chu Qing’s back.
Only to witness a flash of golden light, followed by a rebounding force suddenly coming forth.
Not only did his force not go to waste, it brought new rebounding force, striking his chest altogether.
Splat!!!
Another mouthful of blood as Gongsun Zongheng was again sent flying by his own palm strike.
Previously, Chu Qing’s strike sent him flying merely three to five yards; this time, by his own hand, it was even more severe, sending him eight to nine yards away.
Finally hitting the ground heavily, his face turned pale from pain.
His right hand was already crooked out of shape, fingers surpassing his head with a gaping hole in his palm, revealing shattered bone outlines.
The intact left hand, having completed its highest mission of beating himself up, was now retiring beside him.
Gongsun Zongheng’s eyes were hollow; he initially wanted to gaze at the blue sky and white clouds, reflecting on what had led him to such a state.
Instead, it was Chu Qing’s face looking down once more...
"You!"
Instinctively, Gongsun Zongheng rose.
Chu Qing reached to grab his wrist, then nodded clearly:
"Just as I suspected..."
"You did this on purpose!"
Gongsun Zongheng felt aggrieved like a child of seventy or eighty.
Chu Qing laughed, comforting him:
"If you want to sneak attack me, how can you blame me for turning your plan against you?
"Your Inner Power contains a flavor of boundless perpetuity.
"Considering your nickname as the Evergreen First Demon, I contemplated that your Inner Power could be such...
"Inwardly concealing, outwardly gathering, for contingency.
"When you exert your power, transforming from elderly to rejuvenated wood is evidence.
"So I pondered a bit, assuming your concealed power wasn’t entirely depleted...
"Lying motionless, what if you’re deceiving me?
"This is merely my habitual distrust... I hadn’t expected it would work out just right."
"..."
Gongsun Zongheng didn’t believe a word, his eyes angrily fixed on Chu Qing:
"Kill me, I..."
As soon as he spoke, Chu Qing flicked his finger, causing a bang.
One of Gongsun Zongheng’s eyes exploded in a mist of blood, causing him to scream in pain, hastily covering it.
"I said I wouldn’t kill you... and I’d ensure your well-being.
"However, don’t harbor too much hope, for the next twenty years... I will focus on making your life a living hell."
As Chu Qing spoke, he turned the spearhead, piercing straight through one of Gongsun Zongheng’s legs, and pushed the spear, dragging Gongsun Zongheng forward.
In his wake came unceasing wails.
After suffering two severe injuries, his condition was already critical.
During Chu Qing’s dragging process, his hair turned completely from black to white, showing even more pallor, him aging considerably.
Chu Qing directly dragged him to Liu Zhaohua’s presence, observing the elderly woman’s somewhat pale face and white strands at her temples. He lightly exhaled and grasped her wrist, imparting Inner Strength:
"Don’t you know how to use your power to regulate your breathing?"