The Long Journey to Immortality

Chapter 618 Three Heroes Battle Lü Bu

It was clearly just a fist completely covered in scales, but at this moment it displayed power surpassing that of a high-grade magic weapon.

When Mo Zhehan's heavy punch touched the first protective light barrier set up by Huang Ziqiang, it seemed as if there was no defensive spell to stop it at all. The fist did not even pause for a moment before continuing to advance, smashing the light barrier that Huang Ziqiang had made with his magical spiritual power to smithereens.

The talisman that forms the second layer of protection is a treasure that Huang Ziqiang obtained from Long Daoren, the master of Xuan Yang Valley, because of this friendly match.

A single talisman can provide protection against an attack from a cultivator in the early stages of the Golden Core realm.

Furthermore, when used in combination, the three talismans can even withstand the attacks of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, providing Huang Ziqiang, a pseudo-Core cultivator participating in this friendly match, with an absolutely indestructible and indestructible protection.

However, this is just theoretical.

These three talismans were not as indestructible as one might imagine when faced with Mo Zhehan's punch, which unleashed the full power of the Candle Dragon.

Three seemingly soft talismans blocked Mo Zhehan's fist, and when they collided with his fist, they even made a loud metallic clang.

Immediately afterwards, there was another ear-piercing sound, like a fingernail scraping against smooth metal.

The three already crumpled talismans were ignited by the dark black flames in less than three breaths, turning into fragments.

These fragments drifted through the air.

This second line of defense against Huang Ziqiang is about to break down.

The remaining defensive power only lasted for three more breaths before, just like when they obtained the light barrier, it became a stepping stone for Mo Zhehan's seemingly ordinary but actually incredibly powerful punch.

The first two barriers he had set up were so easily broken through that Huang Ziqiang's expression changed slightly.

However, before he could react and make a plan, Mo Zhehan's fist was already in front of him.

Just as Wenren Mu said, Mo Zhehan was merely a warmonger, not a cultivator who enjoyed killing.

He even claimed that he had never killed any cultivator, a claim that even the upright Wu Jiayue could not keep.

A cultivator of this character, under the current circumstances, naturally did not aim his fist at Huang Ziqiang's vital points.

Mo Zhehan's right hand punch was aimed at Huang Ziqiang's left shoulder.

But it was precisely this non-critical target that caused his fist to miss the strongest part of Huang Ziqiang's armor, instead inflicting more significant damage on Huang Ziqiang.

Before being punched, Huang Ziqiang seized the excellent opportunity to manipulate the abacus in his hand again, unleashing a total of five spells in one go.

But in the next second, Mo Zhehan's heavy punch collided with the shoulder armor of Huang Ziqiang's armor, producing only a muffled sound like a fist hitting a sandbag.

Huang Ziqiang, who was hit by the fist, spun around and flew more than three meters into the air. He then flew backward for a full seventeen or eighteen meters before crashing to the ground.

After delivering the blow, Mo Zhehan glanced at the broken scales on his chest, gently blew out a ball of black flame, and let it churn over the wound for a brief healing before looking at Huang Ziqiang, who was still groaning in pain on the ground not far away.

Without adding insult to injury or verbally provoking or swaggering, Mo Zhehan simply temporarily reverted to his semi-spirited state, silently waiting with his hands behind his back for Huang Ziqiang to get up from the ground.

In terms of willpower, Huang Ziqiang, who has been struggling in the East China Sea for several years, is indeed much stronger than Ni Kuan.

However, Mo Zhehan's punch was simply too heavy, and the difference in strength between the two was too great. The pain inflicted on him by this punch was far beyond what bystanders could easily imagine.

It wasn't just physical pain; Huang Ziqiang could also clearly feel as if a dark flame, like that of a candle dragon, was burning on his left shoulder, polluting the spiritual energy within his body, causing dark clouds to gather in his dantian, and making the seawater murky.

Enduring the pain, Huang Ziqiang lay on the ground for about five or six seconds before he could barely stand up.

The muscles and bones in his left shoulder were completely shattered, so when he stood up, Huang Ziqiang could only droop his left shoulder to maintain his balance in front of him.

With his arm severely injured, even though Huang Ziqiang still had 60% of his spiritual power remaining, it was difficult for him to use the abacus and other magical artifacts in a continuous manner as before.

At this point, he could only unleash about 30% of his abilities, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that defeat was inevitable.

After coughing twice, Huang Ziqiang's gaze fell on Mo Zhehan's chest.

Seeing that most of the damage caused by the spell had healed, he felt utterly hopeless.

He sighed inwardly, "There really are such powerful Foundation Establishment cultivators in the world?"

Having once fought against a Golden Core cultivator, Huang Ziqiang regarded Mo Zhehan as a powerful Golden Core cultivator. He felt powerless, realizing that even if he exerted all his strength, he would still be unable to match his opponent.

Now, before his opponent has fully transformed into the Candle Dragon, he has already been beaten into this state.

If someone were to actually strike his chest, face, or other vital areas with their fists, or even transform into a true spirit to fight him, he would be absolutely doomed. He wouldn't even be able to survive, let alone stand up.

Huang Ziqiang, who felt he had done his best, was quite helpless.

"If I were to surrender now, I would lose much faster than Ni Kuan."

"That would be so embarrassing."

"But if the fighting continues..."

Looking inward at the fake pill in his dantian, which was tainted by the candlelight and already had a slightly dirty color, Huang Ziqiang's mood became even heavier.

From any perspective, he had no other choice.

I forced myself to raise my right hand.

"I concede."

After saying that, Huang Ziqiang felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

This was the first time he, a well-known figure in Xuan Yang Valley, had ever felt such a sense of defeat.

Huang Ziqiang's decision was within Mo Zhehan's expectations.

When Huang Ziqiang conceded defeat, he came to Huang Ziqiang's side before the two Golden Core cultivators who were acting as "doctors" in the audience, and said, "Bear with it, I will remove the candle flame from your body first."

As he spoke, Mo Zhehan placed his hand on Huang Ziqiang's injured shoulder.

With a slight application of spiritual energy, the candle flames that had been injected into Huang Ziqiang's body through his fist force were drawn out and left his body.

"Don't panic."

"The fake pill can be restored to its original state after a hundred days of quiet rest. In fact, after being tempered by candlelight, the quality of your golden core when you form your golden core in the future will be even higher."

After saying that, Mo Zhehan jumped off the stage to accept the cheers of the audience, and handed over the still seriously injured Huang Ziqiang to the two Golden Core cultivators to take care of.

Seeing his prized student's brilliant performance, Zhetian Daoren stood up from his seat and gently clapped, prompting all the Golden Core elders and Nascent Soul elders to clap and celebrate Mo Zhehan's victory.

A three-against-one situation has been formed, and everything seems to be under his control, developing in a direction favorable to the Extreme Heaven Palace.

Chapter 619 The Paper Sword Invitation

Huang Ziqiang's defeat was within Han Lu's expectations.

Han Lu, who possesses the bloodline of a true spirit, is definitely the cultivator among the six people from the Central Plains who knows the approximate strength of Mo Zhehan the most.

Even if Huang Ziqiang had truly and honorably defeated a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage in the East China Sea, she didn't think Huang Ziqiang could defeat Mo Zhehan, let alone Mo Zhehan who had completely transformed into a true spirit.

It is now reasonable that Huang Ziqiang was defeated by Mo Zhehan, who was in a semi-real spiritual state.

Han Lu's only regret was that Huang Ziqiang ultimately failed to force out Mo Zhehan's true spirit form and did not gather enough information for her.

"Sigh," Han Lu sighed inwardly, "If I could know whether Mo Zhehan had mastered other true spiritual powers after transforming into the Candle Dragon, I would be more prepared and at ease when facing him."

Unlike Han Lu, who was still thinking about the upcoming matches, Fu Tianqiao, who had already been eliminated, was both amazed by Mo Zhehan's prowess and frustrated that after the first day of the competition, only Han Lu, a cultivator from the Central Plains, was still able to compete for the championship.

"Tomorrow's first match should be Senior Sister Han's match."

"If Senior Sister Han loses, then the subsequent matches will become a one-woman show by the cultivators of the Extreme Heaven Palace on the arena."

"That...that would be so awkward."

Perhaps, Fu Tianqiao was the cultivator among the four who cared most about the benefits of this trip to the Central Plains.

Thinking of this, Fu Tianqiao glanced at Han Lu, who was staring at the jade and lost in thought, and quickly shook her head to banish the imagined thoughts from her mind.

"Senior Sister Han's strength is unfathomable; she will surely be able to turn the tide and achieve a great victory."

Thinking this, Fu Tianqiao was still uneasy, so she asked Han Lu for a definite answer to put her mind at ease.

Fu Tianqiao nudged Han Lu with her elbow and whispered, "Senior sister, you must have many more amazing tricks up your sleeve."

Han Lu subconsciously rubbed the side of Fu Tianqiao's right breast that Fu Tianqiao had accidentally touched with her left hand, nodded slightly, and said, "There are still some moves I haven't used in front of you. I can't guarantee that I can beat Mo Zhehan, but if Wu Jiayue and Chai Tianjiao meet me tomorrow, they will definitely not have a good time."

Hearing Han Lu's answer, Fu Tianqiao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's good. With Senior Sister here, there won't be any problems."

While the two were talking, Huang Ziqiang had finished receiving the information, looking dejected, and dragged his feet back to the lounge.

With the skill level of a Golden Core cultivator, healing external injuries is a piece of cake. Apart from some filth still clinging to the fake core inside his body, Huang Ziqiang has fully recovered his health.

Looking at Huang Ziqiang in this state, Han Lu and Fu Tianqiao simply couldn't connect him with the spirited Xuan Yang Valley cultivator they knew before they set off.

Out of goodwill, the two of them stood up at the same time, wanting to go forward and offer a few words of comfort.

Unexpectedly, just as Han Lu walked up to Huang Ziqiang and was about to speak, Huang Ziqiang suddenly grabbed Han Lu's shoulder and pleaded.

"Han Lu, you must win tomorrow's match."

When someone begs her in this way, even if Han Lu has no confidence, she finds it difficult to refuse.

Looking at Huang Ziqiang's tired eyes and the large bloodstains on his clothes, Han Lu replied, "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

Upon hearing this, Huang Ziqiang finally released Han Lu. Then, as if he had lost his soul, he staggered away from the lounge, slowly leaving, not knowing where he was going.

Seeing this, Han Lu and Fu Tianqiao hurriedly followed, lest their fellow villager encounter misfortune in Jitian Prefecture.

They had only walked a few steps when Fan Qian and Songbai Daoren returned to the rest area from the viewing platform and happened to run into the distraught Huang Ziqiang.

Without needing to discuss it, Elder Fan Qian of Xuan Yang Valley took the initiative to take care of Huang Ziqiang, while Songbai Daoren joined Han Lu and Fu Tianqiao.

"Fu Tianqiao, are you alright?" Seeing Huang Ziqiang in this state after the match, Songbai Daoren felt it was necessary to check on Fu Tianqiao, who had also lost.

The cheerful Fu Tianqiao laughed and said, "Elder Songbai, you're overthinking it. What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"I accepted the defeat wholeheartedly, so there's nothing to be upset about."

"As for winning the championship, with Senior Sister Han here, I don't need to worry about it at all."

Hearing Fu Tianqiao's reply, Songbai Daoist finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His mission in accompanying Han Lu and Fu Tianqiao to Dayu Dynasty was not to be a "team leader" but to win the championship.

The task assigned to him by Daoist Yunmin was to safely bring the two disciples of the Zhengyi Sect back to the Central Plains.

After inquiring about Fu Tianqiao's situation, Songbai Daoren then thought of helping Han Lu relieve her stress.

"Han Lu, don't put too much pressure on yourself in tomorrow's match. Even if you lose, it's not a big deal," said Songbai Daoist gently. "Being able to come here to broaden your horizons and compete with the young geniuses of the Great Yu Dynasty is a worthwhile trip."

Han Lu understood what Songbai Daoren meant by those words.

She didn't feel slighted; she simply saw it as a sign of concern from her elders in the sect.