Traveling across the globe for the first time

Chapter 1081 Getting into a Fight
Seeing that the Southern Emperor's projection finished speaking and then closed its eyes to cultivate again, Zhang Haoran immediately put on an angry expression.

No matter what, we have to wake up the Southern Emperor first. At worst, we can apologize to him. I believe that after seeing his strength, he won't care about these details.

This time he didn't hold back. He raised his palm and unleashed a powerful strike, aiming for the opponent's head. Slapping the face wasn't appropriate, so he decided to slap the forehead instead!

"call!"

The palm wrapped around the golden dragon struck towards the Southern Emperor's face. Even before the palm force arrived, the projection caused by the pressure of the palm wind trembled.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms have double the power.

Without using his sword intent, this is currently his strongest attack method, and this strike will definitely shatter the projection.

The Southern Emperor's eyelids twitched, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched as if he were about to open his eyes wide and roar out in anger.

Unfortunately, Zhang Haoran acted too quickly, giving his opponent no chance to speak.

Bang! The head exploded, and the golden dragon, undeterred by its momentum, tore the projection to shreds...

"boom!"

The energy within the Southern Emperor's body spread outwards, and when the projection condensed again, it was noticeably weaker than before.

Seeing this, Zhang Haoran suddenly realized what was going on.

As expected, the one-hit kill technique of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw is not the best approach; this kind of violent method is the correct way to use it.

He flicked his finger, and whoosh! A streak of light struck the opponent's chest. With a deafening roar, it was as if a bomb had been planted inside the projection's body, blasting it to pieces. Countless vital energies leaked out, and the projection, which had reformed, became even weaker.

"Tsk tsk!"

His eyes lit up as he looked at the Southern Emperor's projection. "I didn't expect the projection here to be able to revive so many times."

I should have practiced my tactics in this level.

But it's not too late to know now; the Southern Emperor should be able to hold on for a while longer.

In fact, through his previous attacks, Zhang Haoran had already discovered the problem. The reason why the Southern Emperor's projection was able to revive so quickly was twofold: firstly, the hall was protected by an array that could prevent the energy from spreading; secondly, the futon under the other party's seat also seemed to have a problem, as it could gather the scattered energy.

However, he didn't have any good ideas. He couldn't just demolish the house, could he?
Breaking that prayer mat is also not advisable, since the Southern Emperor always appears on the prayer mat, and who knows if there will be any problems if it is destroyed.

Let's go through the trouble of dispersing the projector a few more times.

Every reunion always involves some wear and tear. At worst, we can just use each other to practice our tactics; after all, we're not the ones getting beaten up.

Next, he unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, each time exhausting the energy within the projection before completely disintegrating it.

The projection quickly responded again, its eyes blazing with fury as it roared, "How dare you!"

However, Zhang Haoran had already gotten into the swing of things, and as soon as the other party shouted, he slapped him across the face, shattering the projection with a loud bang.

"Damn, I got carried away! I should listen to what this old guy has to say."

This time, the projection did not reassemble after being scattered; instead, it disappeared completely.

That roar just now seemed more like a last gasp of energy in a desperate situation.

Looking at the empty hall, Zhang Haoran was overjoyed and laughed heartily, "Haha! Finally, they're completely dead!"

Who designed this great hall, Mad?
Why is the projection so hard to kill? Is it just so he can die a few more times?
It seems the Southern Emperor may have truly offended some powerful deity.

This wasn't just a baseless guess. The Southern Emperor's projection wasn't very strong; if he could kill it once, he could kill it ten times. So, a quick resurrection was pointless. It only served to make him die a few more times and suffer a bit more, without any other purpose.

Zhang Haoran sneered inwardly, "Heh, doing too many bad things will eventually bring retribution. This is what they deserve!"

He had no good impression of the Southern Emperor, and even harbored a grudge against him. Naturally, he was very happy to see the other party being arranged for him.

"Let's put all that aside for now and focus on learning the Returning to Origin Technique."

The first step is complete; now we should kill the Water Emperor and relieve some of the suppression.

He flashed out of the main hall and into the courtyard, and without saying a word, pointed...

Swish!
A flash of sword light streaked across the sky, and a bull's head the size of a bucket flew high into the air.

There's no need to be as careful with this silly bull as the Southern Emperor. Only when the Water Emperor's projection completely dissipates can the Southern Emperor break free from the suppression.

Therefore, he immediately used the decapitation sword technique to try to reduce the opponent's martial arts level.

Moo!
The Water Emperor, now reduced to a head, let out a low roar. A glimmer of light appeared in his clear eyes, suggesting that these projections were able to regain some of their senses at the last moment.

However, since the decapitation sword technique contains a law of certain death, it can only utter such a cry.

next moment!
The Water Emperor completely collapsed, and even the scattered energy was annihilated.

The projection did not revive this time.

Instead, a familiar energy fluctuation appeared inside the main hall.

It seems the Southern Emperor has been resurrected.

Zhang Haoran flashed back into the main hall.

Sure enough, another projection appeared there.

The Southern Emperor slowly opened his eyes. This time, his eyes held a new brilliance, and he said with a somewhat complicated expression, "The Guiyuan Palace is a place for self-cultivation and character building."

This place tests composure and observation skills, not brutality.

"You have repeatedly shattered my projections; this is not the righteous path..."

"So much nonsense!"

Zhang Haoran thought to himself, "If I don't beat you to death a few more times, will you ever regain your senses? I'm just trying to be helpful."

"Yes! I hit you, but it was for your own good."

He cursed inwardly, but on the surface he still put on a solemn expression and said, "It seems that senior's mind has not fully recovered. Then I must continue to work hard!"

"I'll explain slowly once you're fully awake. Please forgive me, senior; I'm only doing this for your own good!"

Zhang Haoran didn't want to listen to Nanhuang's nonsense anymore. The other party hadn't fully recovered yet and was just spouting unreliable things. The key was that if the other party said something unpleasant, he wouldn't want to argue with him. He decided to continue fighting and wait until the other party had fully recovered before making any further moves.

"Hoar!"

A resounding dragon roar rang out, and he left a trail of afterimages behind him as he rushed forward, delivering a powerful Dragon Subduing Kick to the chest.

With a loud "whoosh," the Southern Emperor spat out a mouthful of blood. The kick was extremely vicious; half of his foot was embedded in his chest, directly shattering his heart. Streams of energy dissipated from the projection.

"Hehe! The Dragon Subduing Kick is still more powerful, and attacking the chest is more respectful than slapping or flicking the head."

The Dragon Subduing Kick is the weakest of all his moves.

Because of its weak attack power, it allows the opponent's energy to dissipate slowly and not be absorbed during resurrection.

The rebuke that was on the tip of the Southern Emperor's tongue was kicked back by him. His eyes were filled with anger, but also with greater clarity.

Zhang Haoran saw this scene but didn't pay much attention. It was impossible for the opponent to be fully awake in one cycle, and there weren't many opportunities to beat up a king. He felt very satisfied.

He chuckled and said, "Hehe! Helping you regain your senses also requires me to expend my energy. I'm sure you won't mind if I practice some martial arts techniques."

Without waiting for a reply, he raised his leg and stomped heavily on the Southern Emperor's chest.

"Hoar!"

A golden dragon slid down his right foot and into the other person's body.

There was a bang.

The projection was kicked off the futon and floated in the air, completely losing control of its body.

Having died so many times, this was the first time the Southern Emperor had left the meditation cushion. His eyes immediately became much clearer, and even a hint of fear appeared. He had lost control of his blood and qi, and his body was completely restricted.

Seeing this, a knowing glint flashed in Zhang Haoran's eyes, and he thought to himself, "Damn, is the chosen one of destiny really that heaven-defying? Even a casual move of his is full of profound meaning?"

He remembered that in the original novel, Fang Ping would grab the Southern Emperor and beat him up, and each time he would use hundreds of punches to shatter him.

I originally thought it was just to satisfy Fang Ping's perverse sense of humor, but now it seems that's not the case at all.

Perhaps Fang Ping did it casually without thinking too much, but he unintentionally cracked the mechanism here. This is the terrifying thing about the chosen one.

Zhang Haoran said somewhat dejectedly, "Damn it, I'm not a chosen one, nor do I have that kind of luck, but my fists are hard enough, and I can crush everything with my superior strength!"

Now that his killing move had begun, he had no intention of stopping.

"Hoar!"

A loud dragon roar rang out, and Zhang Haoran, with two golden dragons coiled around his legs, instantly arrived in front of the Southern Emperor.

"Boom boom boom!"

One after another, the Dragon Subduing Divine Kicks slammed into the opponent's body, continuously dispersing and completely eliminating the energy within the Southern Emperor's body.

"Slay the dragon to seek the Dao!"

This is a martial art technique that Zhang Haoran rarely has the opportunity to use, and it is also a deadly move. Every kick he makes can obliterate part of the opponent's essence, and it is a fight to the death.

Once someone is kicked in the chest, their internal energy and blood are shattered, and they will have no power to retaliate and will be continuously attacked until they die.

He didn't know what kind of laws could evolve from this killing move, but in any case, he couldn't miss such a good opportunity, and there was no harm in practicing more.

Just like he said, helping the Southern Emperor regain his senses also requires consuming his vital energy, so he has to seek some benefits for himself, right?

"Hoar!"

Loud dragon roars rang out continuously as two golden dragons relentlessly assaulted the increasingly weakened body of the Southern Emperor, gradually forming a dragon-shaped pattern on the floor of the hall.

Unfortunately, just as the dragon's head was about to form, the Southern Emperor's projection couldn't hold on any longer and exploded into starlight with a bang.

"Damn it! This Southern Emperor is too useless. He's not even good enough to be a target. He couldn't even finish the first stage of his killing move before he couldn't hold on!"

At least hold on a few more times so I can draw the dragon head.

"Just this one missing piece would drive someone with OCD crazy!"

The dragon pattern on the ground now only has half of its head formed, missing the mouth and whiskers, making it look quite awkward.

Only when the dragon-shaped pattern on the ground is fully formed will the power of slaying the dragon and seeking the Dao truly erupt.

At that time, the dragon-shaped pattern on the ground would be drawn by the energy and constantly deform, just like a divine dragon soaring in the sky.

Each of the dragon's attacks unleashed a burst of power, each stronger than the last, until it was annihilated.

Unfortunately, the Southern Emperor Projection couldn't even last through the first phase, let alone its subsequent explosive growth.

Because he used a deadly move this time, completely annihilating the energy within the opponent's body, the Southern Emperor's projection did not revive again.

Zhang Haoran flashed and appeared at the entrance of the main hall. Without going out, he killed the Water Power Emperor with a single finger strike from a distance.

Sure enough, as soon as Shui Li died, the Southern Emperor in the main hall was resurrected once again.

This time, he didn't give the other person a chance to speak, and pointed a finger at them.

Whoosh! A finger strike hit the Southern Emperor's chest, followed by a loud bang, and a bloody hole was blasted out of the projection's heart.

Zhang Haoran said somewhat displeasedly, "Since we can't use our killing move, let's practice the Finger Flicking Divine Skill."

Actually, to be honest, the effect of the Finger Flicking Divine Skill is not bad. The technique of channeling power can ignore the opponent's defense and explode inside the enemy's body. If it can hit the heart, it can also affect the opponent's ability to gather qi and blood.

If timed correctly, this move can even interrupt a killing move and cause the enemy to suffer a backlash.

Unfortunately, the Southern Emperor was too weak and collapsed after only a dozen or so attempts!
When he dispersed the water projection and returned to the main hall, he found that the Southern Emperor's projection had regained more radiance in its eyes.

They are looking at me with a strange gaze.

Zhang Haoran withdrew his outstretched finger and said somewhat awkwardly, "Senior, are you awake?"

At the same time, he thought to himself, "That's not right. Didn't the original story say that the Southern Emperor could only regain his senses after the water projection completely disappeared?"

How did he recover so quickly?

The Southern Emperor sighed and said, "Alas! Young friend, you need to observe carefully, comprehend deeply, and cultivate the Returning Origin Body. Only then can you pass the level. This is all the hints I can give you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haoran's face immediately darkened, and he said indifferently, "It seems that you haven't fully recovered yet, senior!"

"rest assured!"

"I will definitely continue to work hard!"

"Never abandon, never give up, this is the tradition of us new martial artists."

Without listening to the other party's nonsense, he raised his hand and unleashed a shocking strike that sent the Southern Emperor flying. He then followed up with several more palm strikes to completely kill him.

"Damn it! You didn't even show me the movement route, how am I supposed to observe it?"

Zhang Haoran said indignantly, "It must be that the Southern Emperor has not fully recovered his senses and cannot reveal too much information. It's not that he looks down on me or wants to treat me differently."

Yes, that must be it!

He remembered that in the original novel, the Southern Emperor cried and begged Fang Ping to learn the Returning Origin Technique. Because he was afraid that the other party would lose patience, he deliberately made his body transparent so that the path of his cultivation could be easily seen.

Furthermore, fearing that Fang Ping might not see it clearly enough, they also marked Qi and Blood, Spiritual Power, Origin Power, and Life Force with different colors.

It's incredibly intuitive; even a gray cat could learn it easily.

Now, when it comes to him, he says to observe carefully.

What kind of observation is this?!
This projection must have the strength to break through the eighth level. Zhang Haoran could only sense some energy fluctuations, and he couldn't even distinguish which energies were being used.

Moreover, the Southern Emperor's mental strength was not weak; his mental strength could not penetrate the opponent's defenses unless the opponent actively released them.

If one uses sword intent in conjunction with mental power, it is possible to forcibly spy on the projection, but in that case, the projection would be essentially rendered useless.

(End of this chapter)