I Really Want To Go Against The Sky

Chapter 7: South China Grandmaster

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Yang Fan was not spared either.

When the sound wave came, he, who was only a fourth-level warrior, was the one who vomited the most blood and fell first among the many students.

Before he passed out, he didn't even know what was happening. He only heard what seemed to be new prompts in his ears.

"You were attacked by the sonic wave of the seventh-level demon king. Your brain was severely concussed, your internal organs were broken and bleeding, your body's defense instinct was stimulated, your desire to survive instantly surged to infinity, your cell vitality was +5, your body's recovery ability was +3, and your physical defense was +6."

"You were attacked by the sonic wave of the seventh-level demon king, and you realized it. You learned the earth-level sonic martial arts - Ape Roar Kung Fu. Your vital capacity is +10, sonic attack +15, and sonic defense +15."

"You were attacked by a sonic wave from the seventh-level demon king and lost too much blood. The hematopoietic function of your body was strengthened and your hematopoietic ability was +1."

"You passed out, your body entered a state of shock, your blood flow slowed down, your breathing was weak, you entered the turtle breath state on your own, and you mastered the human-level skill—Turtle Breath Kung Fu. Cell vitality +2, Qi and blood strength +30."

The Turtle Breathing Technique operated automatically and promptly stopped the rapidly deteriorating injuries in Yang Fan's body. Then as the cell vitality increased and the body's recovery ability increased, Yang Fan only fell into coma for a moment before slowly waking up again.

However, he still couldn't move his body and could only open his eyes slightly.

Next to it, the bone-piercing beast that was struggling and screaming with its legs just now has completely lost its voice. This shows that the sonic attack just now covered a large area without distinction, and all creatures in the wilderness were within its attack range.

Without this fatal threat, Yang Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was paralyzed on the ground now, with almost zero defense ability. If the bone-penetrating beast was not dead, then he would definitely be the one to die.

"King Qingshan, you have crossed the line!"

"Xichu City is not the place you should come to. Leave a hand and I can let you leave alive!"

Someone seemed to be talking in the sky. Yang Fan tried his best to open his eyes a little wider, and then he saw a young man in white standing in the void facing a huge shadow that was a thousand meters tall.

White clothes are better than snow, and young men are like jade.

Is this boy in white the Zhu Huanan the big demon called

"Crossing the void, the realm of masters, is there such a young master in Xichu City?"

Yang Fan's eyes focused on one point and fell on the young man in white. "If I remember correctly, the founder of South China Martial Arts School seems to be named Zhu Huanan. Isn't he the young grandmaster in front of me?"

"Are the rumors true? A martial arts master can not only reshape muscles and bones, rejuvenate his youth, but also extend his life by three hundred years?"

Yang Fan suddenly felt a little moved, for those three hundred years of life.

The South China Martial Arts School has been in existence for more than 120 years. It is said that the principal, Zhu Huanan, founded it himself when he was nearly 40 years old.

If the boy in white in front of him is really Principal Zhu Huanan, then he must be at least one hundred and sixty years old.

One hundred and sixty years old. In the era when Yang Fan, a patient with severe depression, lived, very few people could live such a long life. Most people would be thankful if they could live to be one hundred years old.

If you live a long life and never grow old, who wouldn’t be tempted by it

"Zhu Huanan, do you think I am scared? My arm is here. If you can, cut it off!"

The phantom of the giant beast solidified from the void. It waved its right arm at Zhu Huanan unceremoniously, just like when he swept across the Yunling Type I airship. The palm of his hand suddenly multiplied several times, overwhelming the sky and covering the direction of Zhu Huanan. Catch.

"You watched the seventh-level demon king perform space martial arts, and your heart was moved, but you were unable to comprehend it due to lack of strength."

"You watched the seventh-level demon king display magical martial arts, and your heart was moved, but you were unable to comprehend it due to lack of strength."

Yang Fan was speechless for a while. It turned out that his system was not omnipotent. He had to kneel down when he encountered a strong person at the level of the Demon King.

"as you wish!"

Zhu Huanan didn't even look at the giant palm he was waving towards. He calmly took off the Jasper Xiao from his waist and held it in his hand. He raised a sword and moved towards King Qinghou's arm slowly and quickly. Cut it off with a graceful and elegant movement, extremely relaxed.

Following the wave of Yu Xiao, a green light flashed out, and as soon as it made contact with the giant palm in the void, the overwhelming palm shadow melted like snow, and instantly shrank back. King Qinghou seemed to have suffered a secret loss, and roared angrily, The size suddenly shrunk to normal human size, and flew straight towards Zhu Huanan.

Monster beasts are physically powerful and 90% of them are very good at close combat. Their teeth and claws are their best weapons. Basically, from the moment they transform into monsters, they begin to instinctively use monster power to temper their bodies. The Qinghou King in front of them is undoubtedly this kind of monster.

Zhu Huanan's expression remained unchanged, and with a wave of the jade Xiao in his hand, he performed the last move of his self-created Guangfeng Sword Technique - Moisturizing Things Silently.

Unlike King Qinghou, Zhu Huanan's sword moves didn't even produce a trace of airflow. They were dull and without any sharpness.

However, King Qinghou, who was facing him head-on, changed his expression drastically. After only one move with Zhu Huanan, he began to retreat quickly, roaring unwillingly as he retreated.

After Zhu Huanan made a small gesture, he stood still and looked calmly at King Qinghou who had retreated a thousand meters away, without taking advantage of the victory to pursue him.

"You were no match for me thirty years ago, and you will be the same thirty years later!"

"King Qinghou, accept your fate. I only cut off one of your arms this time as a warning. If it happens again, I will cut off your head!"

As soon as Zhu Huanan finished speaking, Yang Fan noticed that something was wrong with King Qinghou's condition. His right arm, which was fine just now, had fallen off from his right shoulder. He caught it with his left hand in time to prevent his right arm from flying off. The possibility of falling into the wilderness.

Yang Fan was shocked, was this the so-called master's showdown? He hadn't seen anything yet, but the outcome was already decided.

"When you observe the martial arts of a master-level warrior, your heart is moved, but you are unable to understand it due to lack of strength."

Yang Fan's breath was stagnant. It's the same thing again. Since you can't understand, why are you reminding me? Are you going to trouble me

In just two minutes, Yang Fan had already missed three opportunities to learn master-level martial arts. He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe and felt like he was about to suffer from depression.

"Hahaha, there's no need for another time. My king's head is here. If you have the ability, come and take it away now!"

King Qinghou was unexpectedly tough. Regardless of his own injuries, he actually used his broken arm as a weapon and flew towards Zhu Huanan again desperately. Golden blood was flying in the sky, which looked very breathtaking.

Yang Fan was a little confused. Was this big boy beaten stupid? It actually hit the knife edge by itself. Was it looking for death

Also, what does Principal Zhu mean? Since he has some spare power, why not just chop off Da Houzi’s head? How can he be so polite after being bullied to the door

Stop inking, just kill it!

Yang Fan was worried about Zhu Huanan in his heart. As a human race, he naturally stood on Zhu Huanan's side and fully hoped that Zhu Huanan could kill the Qinghou King with a single blow.

He was too far away and the angle of view was not slightly off. Yang Fan couldn't see the expression on Zhu Huanan's face, otherwise he wouldn't have been screaming in his heart to kill King Qinghou.

Zhu Huanan, who had cut off King Qinghou's right arm with a wave just now, was smiling bitterly, and the right hand holding Xiao was also trembling slightly. The silent move of moistening things just now was the strongest move he could use now.

Although he acted calm and confident on the surface, in fact, only he knew best in his heart. The sword he just struck was actually aimed at the head of King Qinghou, but in the end he found that he could not make a contribution. Then he cut off one of King Qinghou's right arms.

Compared to thirty years ago, this demon king was even more powerful. It had already reached the peak of the seventh-level demon king. It was made of copper skin and iron bones, and its defense was astonishing. He used all his strength to break open its right arm. on defense.

"I didn't expect that I would be discovered by you."

Zhu Huanan did not have a head-on collision with King Qinghou this time, and had already dodged and retreated a thousand meters away before King Qinghou's attack came close. Then, the injuries inside his body could no longer be suppressed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a pop.

"Hahaha, I know that you are already at the end of your strength, and it is impossible for your injuries to recover faster than this king!"

"Now it seems that I made the right bet!"

Seeing Zhu Huanan vomiting blood and his momentum declining rapidly, King Qinghou couldn't help laughing loudly.

It opened its big mouth and swallowed the right arm that had been chopped off by Zhu Huanan into its belly. Then a green light emerged from the broken arm on the right shoulder, and a brand new arm grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mountain Demon King, Sable King, and Red Eagle King, what are you waiting for? Do you really want to see me and this red thief die together?!"

King Qinghou no longer rushed forward to fight Zhu Huanan, but turned back and roared at the mountains ten thousand meters away.

Instantly, three auras belonging to the demon kings rose into the sky among the mountains in the north. In the blink of an eye, three more seventh-grade demon kings appeared next to King Qinghou. They were all with human bodies and animal heads, and their momentum was astonishing.

Yang Fan quickly closed his eyes and began to pretend to be dead.

Now the four demon kings are here, it's so scary, I feel like the old principal of South China is going to be in trouble this time.

(End of chapter)