Lord of the Desert

Chapter 562 Six Arms
The outer layer of the heavy sand armor peeled off, and Hong Fan shot out like a cannonball, accelerating to a speed of over 500 kilometers per hour in half a second with a force of 33 times the force of gravity.

To most spectators, his figure blurred and disappeared, leaving only a single line of fire in the atmosphere.

Huo Wei, who was maintaining his killing move, could only manage to turn to the side with difficulty—not only was the timing of his opponent's choice sudden, but the speed also far exceeded the limit of the first level of Yuan Magnetic Realm—he was immediately hit on the shoulder by a flying knee that suddenly magnified on his retina, and his whole body rolled and flew far away before finally landing on one knee.

The silent extermination was forced to stop.

"Thunder Step, truly lives up to its name."

Huo Wei slowly stood up, feeling a moderate tear in the muscles on the outside of his chest, and also some fractures in his tendons and bones.

More importantly, two of his killing techniques were broken in succession.

Before the battle, Huo Wei, as a Yuan Magnetic Warrior, was confident that he had an absolute and comprehensive advantage in terms of numbers, but this was not the case.

First comes the strength to match, then the skill of killing, and finally speed and explosiveness...

[Then, what about True Essence?]

As the battle dragged on, the heavy snow that Kou Fei had dispersed began to fall again, mending the ravaged ground.

"Hong Fan, have you ever heard of 'a thousand panics'?"

Huo Wei's voice was filled with surging fighting spirit.

"The First-Rank Killing Technique of the Invincible Canon".

Hong Fan replied.

"good."

Huo Wei nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, stretching his arms straight forward from his chest and interlocking his fingers.

thump.

A heartbeat vibrated in the void.

The first time, snowflakes shattered within 30 meters;

The second time, the snow curtain swept across the entire square.

The third time, the floor tiles between the two people cracked.

Why didn't Hong Beom take the initiative to approach him?

Wang Xiaodan frowned and questioned.

"Because they haven't used their full strength yet."

Kou Yongrong's expression was cold and stern.

"This battle is not a life-or-death struggle. These two not only want to win, but they also want to win gracefully. Naturally, they will have to counter each other's moves."

The fourth time, a blast of air rose up like a wall, carrying cracked bricks and snow powder at high speed, crashing into the barren sand barrier that rose three zhang high on the flat ground.

The two engaged in a large-scale offensive and defensive battle at a distance of forty meters. Regardless of the panic or the desolate desert, the weight of the material carried by each attack was measured in tons. After exchanging moves more than ten times, the center of the square was filled with deep ravines and gullies, leaving no good ground in sight.

Huo Wei took the initiative to end the war of attrition.

He had consumed 60% of his true essence, while his opponent's stamina seemed to have run out as well—ordinary low-level Yuan Magnets possessed about three times the amount of true essence of ordinary high-level innate beings, a gap that Hong Fan could make up for with just his dragon blood.

Having witnessed this, all the most outstanding martial artists from the Northern Frontier present fell silent.

Facing Hong Fan as his opponent, Xu Zhiyan knew she couldn't last five rounds in a one-on-one fight, and Song Qiwu couldn't come up with a way to save his life even after several simulations.

Wang Xiaodan always considered himself to be one of the best among those at the peak of the Innate Realm.

Originally, based on Kou Yong as the standard, he felt that the top of the list of geniuses was at most 64th as him, but when it came to Hong Fan, he couldn't even count the capital that Kou Yong had ever possessed.

The Taishan Canon is known for its strength and hardness.

But no matter how strong or tough he is, he is no match for Hong Fan, let alone in terms of speed, true energy, or even the opponent's most famous killing techniques.

"His combat power has reached the Yuan Magnetic level..."

Feng Tianqing muttered to himself, finding it utterly unbelievable.

Judging from the amount of true essence, he could be certain that Hong Fan's dragon blood concentration was even higher than his own—dragon offspring's essence blood could certainly be transplanted into bloodlines, but where could such material be found?
The battle did not cease because of the people's musings.

Huo Wei used his true energy to remotely capture the fist armor.

Wufeng, a rare item among Xuan-grade weapons, is made of Fire Rock Gold—the main material for Earth God Weapons, which has extremely high hardness—but because it cannot harness innate spiritual energy, it cannot be considered an Earth God Weapon.

More importantly, he finally floated up.

"Blazing Star, I acknowledge you as an evenly matched opponent." Huo Wei's toes hovered two feet off the ground, level with the Sand Giant's line of sight.

"Show us your true abilities."

He shouted loudly, then flew straight up, his five fingers forming claws.

Seeing his opponent's heavy punch, Huo Wei switched from hard to soft, pressing down on the incoming fist to use the force to pull it up, his clothes brushing past the crystallized deck, and then striking Huo Wei's face with his knee.

In his haste, Hong Fan was unable to make many adjustments, so he simply thickened his armor and tried to headbutt the opponent, but he missed again.

Within a mere thirty milliseconds of the window between the Sand Giant's punch and his face, Huo Wei changed direction again, shifting a foot to the side and delivering a side kick that struck Hong Fan in the back of the head.

A muffled thud was heard.

The sand giant staggered to his feet, and as he swung his arm back to strike, a fierce gust of wind reached the heavens...

Kou Yong felt a strong sense of déjà vu.

However, Yi She on the rooftop ate raw food with absolute speed, while Huo Wei relied on agility and dexterity that exceeded the upper limit of ordinary martial artists.

No matter what talent or killing method a martial artist possesses, they cannot draw strength from the void. Whether they stop or move depends on contact with a physical object. However, the Yuan Magnetic Martial Artist is not subject to this restriction—their body leans forward, but they are actually retreating; their arms are straight, and they can actually throw a punch.

Anticipation, rhythm, coordination...

All his experience in close combat was overturned, and the only thing he could overcome—nerve reflexes—was precisely the area that dragon blood could not compensate for.

After several rounds, Wu Nengsheng's true essence gathered and erupted multiple times, and the damage-bearing capacity of the Desert Sand Armor seemed to have reached its limit.

"You broke through three of my killing techniques before, so what can you do against this flawless realm?"

Huo Wei stood with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently.

"Don't you have the Spirit of No Thought? Use the Sand Puppet."

He said this aloud, but in his heart he was certain that the sand puppets could not change the situation.

When a Yuanci warrior's feet leave the ground, the number of ordinary enemies becomes less significant.

“I know very well that the sand puppets cannot harm the Yuan Magnetic.”

Hong Fan removed his helmet and spoke frankly.

"you want……"

Huo Wei was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I have a new technique based on the concept of 'no thought spirit,' which I would like to invite you to take a look."

Hong Fan said, pulling up the sand.

"Desert Armor - Six-Armed Form..."

The sand giant instantly swelled back to over ten feet tall, with more sand clinging to its back armor, forming four strong arms.

"Six arms, a legendary Asura supernatural power."

Huo Wei muttered to himself.

According to the combat experience passed down through generations of the Huo family, the safest tactic when facing an opponent who is clearly enhanced in close combat and has no ability to fly is to hover in mid-air and use silent killing to slowly wear them down.

However, considering the world-renowned super-grade killing technique "Cannon," he briefly imagined the scenario in his mind, but rejected it because it was too undignified.

"Please give it a try."

Hong Fan set up the stand.

Huo Wei chuckled lightly and swooped down to attack.

The same playing style, but this time the pressure has increased dramatically.

No matter how he changed his tactics or tried to turn the tables, Huo Wei couldn't avoid being hit hard. The density of the blows he faced was more than twice as high as before, and the coordination was seamless.

Watching the match, Han Zhengqing couldn't help but think of his sparring session with Zhou Ping, known as "Ten Fingers Hanging on Life," in November.

Three expensive puppets with offensive and defensive capabilities comparable to those of a high-level innate master can only exert 60% of their combined combat power when controlled by one person—human information gathering, thinking speed, and reaction ability are ultimately limited; having more cards does not mean you can play them all.

However, Hong Fan does not have this problem.

This sand giant not only has many hands, but now it also has more brains than others...

(End of this chapter)