Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 921 - 7: How Dare You Challenge a Higher Realm!

Wang Qi placed his hand on Lian Xingling's shoulder, his knee drawing a circular arc in the air, crashing towards Song Zhongqiao's face. Simultaneously, a faint killing intent spread out. These killing intents were solid as a thread, seemingly inconspicuous at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one could discern that the ferocity it displayed was only a tenth or a hundredth of its true intensity.

Song Zhongqiao belonged to the group that couldn't sense it. Seeing Wang Qi's knee strike, he sneered, extending his hand to grab that knee and give it a fierce twist. Spiritual light erupted from his whole body, transforming into several light bands like rising dragons, winding around his hand. He was an elite practitioner of the Ancient Method, not just an average cultivator, his strength was decent. At the instant Wang Qi moved, he was already prepared to respond.

Late Stage Golden Core facing Early Stage Golden Core, he had ample reason for such confidence.

"Kid, I said I won't cripple your limbs, let's play slowly... Breaking one knee shouldn't count as going back on my word, right?" At the moment of blocking, such a thought flashed through Song Zhongqiao's mind. But even before this thought settled, Wang Qi's knee had already crashed into his palm. A sharp stream of powerful qi force surged into his right hand through the Laogong Acupoint. His protective gang qi collapsed at first touch, like paper being shredded by that sword qi. The acute pain from the hand's meridians caused Song Zhongqiao's face to change drastically, and he immediately unleashed all his strength. Numerous sword qi shot out from the acupoints on his front, targeting Wang Qi.

Wang Qi's right leg swung in midair, producing a sound like air shattering. This leg whipped up the hem of his robe, sweeping away the hurriedly released sword qi from the opponent.

Wang Qi landed firmly on both feet, pushing out with his hands forming a circle. At this moment, the intense killing intent within him fully erupted. An invisible circle slowly expanded from his body. Anyone encompassed by this circle felt dizzy, as if standing amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with an invisible long sword hanging overhead, directly pointing at the Baihui Acupoint at the crown of their head.

At the instant Wang Qi exerted force, Lian Xingling nearly screamed. Fortunately, she remembered Wang Qi was an ally and didn't panic to the point of losing her senses, swiftly retreating to give Wang Qi enough space to perform.

Song Zhongqiao's right hand trembled slightly, blood flowing profusely. A gash penetrated his palm, slicing through muscle and tendons, extending deep into his wrist and elbow. The astonishing killing intent contained within that sword qi had not dissipated, still stimulating Song Zhongqiao's arm. He felt as though his meridians were about to break, his entire hand couldn't muster any energy.

For now, this hand was useless. Song Zhongqiao, who was meticulously skilled in Luochen Sword Palace's swordsmanship, had no opportunity to use it.

"I did underestimate you..." Song Zhongqiao looked at Wang Qi, his honest face showing a resentful expression: "Without a sword or even using hands, with just a knee, you can unleash such powerful sword qi, and your martial arts true intent has reached such a level. A single sword qi seems to possess spirit wisdom, capable of breaching my protective gang qi."

"I dislike trouble. Killing a sect member here is troublesome." Wang Qi lowered his voice and said: "Don't come looking for trouble with me in the future either."

After saying this, Wang Qi turned and intended to leave.

Song Zhongqiao sneered: "Hmph! You think you've won?"

Wang Qi turned back, calmly analyzing: "Your right hand is already useless. We're both sword cultivators, without a sword..."

"Then watch carefully, and... go die!" Song Zhongqiao's face twisted fiercely, suddenly lowering his left fist, pointing it at Wang Qi's chin and forcefully striking upwards: "Nine Dragons, Nine Gods, Bixi Bearing Stele!"

"What..." This was clearly a sneak attack by Song Zhongqiao, yet this punch carried grandeur, with the thickness of the earth and the expansiveness of the ocean. The surrounding nature's spiritual energy seemed to heed a command, suddenly becoming violent. Wang Qi was taken aback as well, hurriedly crossing his arms in front of his chest and pressing down with force. At the instant the three hands collided, Wang Qi was caught off guard, feeling his wrists numb, his entire body suddenly weightless, lifting off the ground.

"Nine Dragons, Nine Gods Fist? This was martial arts passed down by Kunlun Immortal Sect!" Zhen Chan exclaimed: "Be careful, this Nine Dragons, Nine Gods Fist is among the world's top martial arts cultivation methods, both offensive and defensive, uniquely distinctive..."

"I can see that!" Wang Qi still had the presence of mind to respond inwardly.

After all, it's just a fist technique...

Even with ninety percent of his abilities sealed, Wang Qi would not fear him!

"Compete with fists?" Wang Qi roared mightily, both hands with fingers pressed together, forming knife-like shapes. Then, he employed hand techniques to wield swordsmanship, using his bare hands to maneuver the intricate variations within the Unstained Snow Technique, forcefully countering.

Fist against palm, palm intercepting fist. Song Zhongqiao, having only one hand left, had his attack interrupted by Wang Qi's method of deflecting with one hand and forcefully countering with the other, causing him to cry out in pain and continue to bellow: "Nine Dragons, Nine Gods, Quelling Wind Seeking Clouds!"

Suddenly, Song Zhongqiao's fist momentum changed, no longer the previous heavy and powerful style, now each punch was high and solitary, each blow a precarious maneuver, each move aimed at the opponent's crucial point.

Wang Qi seemed to be suppressed. He had to muster his fist momentum, warding off blows aimed at his vital areas. The two fought faster and faster, gradually, the others could only see the trails of their previous movements but none could clearly see their arms. Fists shattered the atmosphere, palm blades ripped through the sky. The gusts stirred by their fists and feet forced other onlookers to retreat persistently.

For a moment, the two evenly matched in combat.

—Of course, this was merely on the surface.

This stalemate was merely an "experiment" that Wang Qi spontaneously decided to conduct.

The subject of the "experiment" was called "Breakpoint Resumption."

"Breakpoint Resumption" originally referred to a file transfer protocol on Earth, which meant that during the download or upload process, the task was artificially divided into several parts, with each part using a thread for upload or download. If a network failure occurred, the incomplete parts could continue uploading or downloading from the already completed parts after the fault was resolved.

Usually, when he injected the Divine Plague Curse Technique into someone else, it was done in one go. But now, to conceal the Great Freedom Brushing Heart Mysterious Truth, most of his computing power was occupied, so he could only use the simplest form of the Divine Plague Curse Technique. Wang Qi noticed this phenomenon on the way here. Therefore, he came up with this method to avoid the embarrassment of his computing power declining.

Now he could transmit only one instruction set at a time through each exchange. These instruction sets were completely ineffective before assembling, but after assembling, they could transform into a highly complex Divine Plague Curse Technique.

With each clash of his palm and Song Zhongqiao's fist, Wang Qi would send a small part of the instruction set into the front part of his body.

To ensure the effect of the experiment, Wang Qi specially chose a "stalemate" situation!

Seeing no progress after prolonged attacks, Song Zhongqiao was a bit anxious, continuously showcasing the exquisite moves of the Nine Dragons Nine Gods Fist one after another before Wang Qi. Simultaneously, the whispers around reached Wang Qi's ears.

"Senior Brother Song is steady now! That little thief looks to be just in the Early Stage Core Formation, how could he not die from such a fight?"

"Even Xia Li is indeed formidable... if it weren't for Senior Brother Song having an adventure, he'd probably be no match for him..."

"No matter how talented he is, isn't he still no match for Senior Brother Song? That's the mystery of being blessed by Qi Fortune!"

This left Wang Qi with a flicker of doubt.

"Adventure? Where did these guys get an adventure?"

Could there be adventures on this island where they live?

However, the doubts in his heart would not affect the moves of his hands. Perhaps irritated by the prolonged fight, Wang Qi suddenly used an unusual trick. As he struck down with a hand blade, the airflow stirred by his palm formed into a whirl that transformed into a Sword Qi, shooting towards Song Zhongqiao's face. This Sword Qi technique was not taught by Luochen Sword Palace but was another Ancient Method taught by Zhen Chan.

Song Zhongqiao had no idea Wang Qi could use such a strange move and could only close his eyes to defend, lest his eyes get pierced. The Sword Qi striking his eyelids emitted a crisp sound.

"This effect cannot be achieved by the body refining techniques of Luochen Sword Palace!"

Wang Qi's two hands executed this Heaven Splitting Cloud Comforting Sword Qi, creating the effect of what four swords could achieve, temporarily overpowering his opponent. Instantly, he shouted, and his entire being radiated a bright light, which then transformed into a gray, blood-colored murderous aura. Song Zhongqiao's heart clenched, his hands made a critical mistake, allowing Wang Qi to strike a vital acupoint. The destructive Sword Qi infiltrated the acupoint, causing the Golden Core Cultivator to scream like a pig awaiting slaughter.

Wang Qi kicked Song Zhongqiao's chest, sending him flying horizontally, and just before he hit the ground but had not touched it yet, Wang Qi's foot swung up high like an iron whip, striking Song Zhongqiao's chest again, pinning him to the ground.

"Boom." After a muffled sound, a fracturing noise came from beneath Song Zhongqiao, and he coughed up blood. Wang Qi looked down at Song Zhongqiao and sighed, "I hate troublemakers. Don't cause me any trouble."

Song Zhongqiao's eyes flickered with resentful poison: "You actually... you dare to injure someone across a stage... You... you must be a Modern Heretic! You dared... you dared to cultivate Outer Dao... I'm telling you, you're dead, you're dead!"

Wang Qi inwardly muttered a curse, thinking to himself, how could I have injured someone across a stage? Defeating a Late Stage Golden Core is considered across a stage? Fortunately, he remembered his disguise, let out a cold laugh, and pressed his foot down hard while cursing, "Worthless..."

Song Zhongqiao's words did not frighten Wang Qi because Wang Qi was very sure that his earlier combat did not entirely exceed the recognition scope of an Ancient Method Practitioner. At most, those Ancient Method Practitioners would think he had good talent. Furthermore, this entire combat was under the observation of Zhen Chan. If it exceeded the recognition scope of Ancient Method Practitioners, wouldn't this Ancient Method expert voice a warning?

However, Song Zhongqiao's words almost scared Lian Xingling to death. She thought this senior brother had seen through the disguise, and almost had an impulse to kneel and confess everything. Fortunately, at this time, Wang Qi approached and greeted Lian Xingling, saying, "Senior Sister Lian, I am not very familiar with the environment of this sect, could you show me the place to eat and the training grounds?"

Lian Xingling, feeling greatly relieved, nodded her head.