funbook-pk Chapter 113 Numerical Values
Chapter 113 Numerical Values
Chapter 113 Numerical Values
Fan Ma's body was continuously interfered with by ultra-high frequency sound waves, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices and become delirious.
Huang gently wiped the corner of her mouth, her movements elegant, without uttering any sarcastic remarks.
Besides the saliva, a trace of blood was also discreetly hidden.
The human body is not designed to produce high-frequency sound waves. She relied on her perfect control over her body to vibrate her Adam's apple and tongue, forcibly creating such a sound.
As a result, her voice was rendered useless for a period of time, and she was unable to make any sound.
The outcome is decided.
No living being can survive this sound wave.
This is the answer that experience has taught Huang.
But things can always happen that defy common sense.
The moment Huang put down the handkerchief, Fan Ma disappeared.
He abruptly disappeared from her sight.
No! It didn't disappear!
Huang stomped her foot on the ground and instantly retreated.
The next moment, a shallow pit appeared where she had been standing.
In the center of the crater was Fanma's fist.
Phoenix's attack targets the moment when a person's consciousness is interrupted.
Vanma's offensive, on the other hand, was incredibly fast, faster than the average person could react.
Two completely opposite approaches, yet achieving the same result.
An offensive that cannot be countered.
Phoenix possesses eight hundred years of experience, which drives her to react beyond her conscious control, successfully dodging the punch.
"Your Tai Chi is really interesting."
"But can an attack that can't be countered still be deflected?"
After awakening the Battle Technique, Fanma's speed and attack power increased dramatically.
He missed his target on his first attempt and immediately charged in pursuit.
The countless fist shadows merged into one, forming an impenetrable wall.
In the brief interval of a breath, Fanma lunged forward and unleashed over a hundred punches at Huang.
Each punch possesses the power to severely injure a grandmaster.
Huang dodged at high speed, her body becoming a phantom, each punch passing right through her body, making her seem like a ghost.
Huang narrowed her phoenix eyes, her fist unable to react in time; what allowed her to dodge was the movement of the wind.
She moved with the wind, dodging every punch.
These fists, once they grazed the body, would stiffen it, allowing it to absorb all subsequent attacks.
Given Huang's tankiness, she would be crippled even if she didn't die.
"It's Aoki Manbu!"
Sima Ling stood up abruptly.
Shangguan Hong's eyes also sparkled.
The techniques Huang used were similar to those of Qingmu Manwu, but Huang's skill level was far superior to both of them.
Fanma's attacks were too fast and too urgent. Each circle interfered with the others, making the airflow extremely complicated. If they were to dodge these punches, they would have been beaten into mincemeat long ago.
The Phoenix, capable of maneuvering through these complex air currents, will be their long-term goal.
The two stared intently at Huang's every move, trying to memorize as much as they could, hoping to inspire the development of the White Emperor Sword.
Fanma held his breath and increased his punching speed once again.
The flurry of fist shadows disturbed the airflow, actually forming a whirlwind on the spot, which lifted Huang Qingrou's body up.
Even in the air, Huang remained calm and composed, dodging and weaving as if she were roaming freely, ethereal and carefree.
"Amitabha."
"Is this what celestial beings are?"
Qingxu shook his head. "Or perhaps someone above the celestial beings."
Both of them stared intently at the battlefield.
The value of this battle far surpasses that of defeating Wan Song and Liang Chen.
Strength and skill—no matter which path you choose, you can find direction for progress in these two individuals.
Instead of accumulating skills.
Everyone knows that the stronger one's skill, the stronger one becomes, but no one can replicate the skills of Sheng Wansong and Liang Chen.
"I see."
Fanma squinted, until even his fastest punch couldn't hit Huang.
His punching motion disappeared, and he suddenly raised his right leg.
He stomped his foot hard on the ground.
The flat ground had already shattered into stones due to Huang's power dissipation. Now, with a single stomp, all the bricks and stones simultaneously transformed into sharp arrows, shooting towards Huang, who was swimming in her fist.
No matter how fast a punch is thrown, there is still a difference in timing.
The bricks and stones, on the other hand, are truly connected as one.
Unless one truly transforms into a phantom, one must intervene to stop it.
Huang flicked her sleeves, using her inner force to create a wind barrier that deflected the stone.
But even this simple gesture of waving her sleeve slowed her movements slightly.
It's now!
A glint flashed in Fan Ma's eyes, and his clenched iron fist increased in speed, slamming into Huang's front.
This time, Huang didn't dance in the fists; instead, she withdrew and retreated, creating distance between herself and Van Mara.
Fanma's punch ultimately failed to hit Huang.
but.
Huang raised her hand and touched her cheek; there were traces of blood on her fingers.
It was the force of the punch; she dodged the punch, but Fanma's punch slashed her skin.
She is hurt.
Since gaining Wu's memories, she has been a phoenix for twenty-two years.
This is the first time Huang has been injured.
To neutralize force, one must deflect it, which means she must know the direction and speed of the force.
But Fanma's speed was too fast, and she could only deflect at most 50% of the force.
The remaining 50% was enough to seriously injure her.
This is a battle fought on the edge of a knife; one mistake could lead to utter defeat.
However, I didn't come away empty-handed.
Phoenix stuck out her pink tongue and licked her dry lips, her consciousness becoming increasingly focused.
Van Ma maintained his outstretched arms stance, his chest caved inwards.
What just happened was both an opportunity and a trap.
The moment he threw a punch, Huang's leg also struck him in the chest.
The force, like a fist, was returned to him, cracking his bones.
With a single punch, even if it's just a barely noticeable scratch, Fanma's momentum surges. The cracks on the red plating on his body gradually heal, and he doesn't care about exchanging injuries for injuries.
This is the advantage of the combat method.
As long as fighting spirit continues to rise and never wanes, strength can be continuously enhanced in battle until it surpasses the limits of physical endurance.
This is a tactic that makes you stronger the more you fight.
The opposite of strength is the damage to the body.
The power of combat techniques not only fails to nourish the body, but will actually harm it.
Only someone like Fanma, with his mixed heritage and extraordinary physique, could use the power of the Battle Technique so recklessly.
"My blood is boiling!"
Fanma smiled excitedly, ready to begin the second round.
The phoenix was equally excited.
Since inheriting the title, even renowned martial arts masters have appeared as fragile as children in her eyes.
This was the first battle in which she risked her life.
It is also proof of the name of the Phoenix, proof of the Phoenix Clan's unwavering fight.
For the first time, Huang's cold demeanor was tempered with excitement.
Everyone present held their breath, anxiously awaiting the outcome of this battle that spanned centuries.
Both sides were at their peak of fighting spirit, and it seemed that the second round was about to begin.
A third voice rang out.
That's enough!
Sheng Wansong descended from the sky and stood between the two.
"You should have realized by now that the only way you can hurt each other is by trading blows. Continuing to fight will only result in mutual destruction or even mutual death."
Sheng Wansong's gaze was gentle and kind, and at first glance, he seemed as compassionate as the Buddha.
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