Superhumans of the Dome City-Chapter 1384 - 6: Heroes of the Past_3
The man in blue delivered six punches in an instant, with Gongsun Ce retreating swiftly to dodge the six lethal moves, causing destruction throughout the Imperial Academy’s inner courtyard. At that moment, Gongsun Ce was pressed against the wall with no room to retreat. He shouted loudly, letting the Heavenly Demon’s fist strike first. The man in blue did not evade and met the seventh punch head-on. The fists of the Heavenly Demon and the human collided, a thunderous boom echoing like a clap of thunder, shaking the entire city.
Sand and rocks flew within the Imperial Academy, with Situ Yi raising his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose early on. Liu Zhongwu coughed while cursing, "Young Master, stop smashing! Are you trying to tear down the Academy?"
"Uh..."
The man in blue took a step back, blew on the back of his hand, which had turned bright red from the recent punch. The young Qin Ming observed the fist above Gongsun Ce’s head with eyes full of curiosity and delight.
"Interesting!" Qin Ming smiled, "Mara, Ming King, and you’ve added other elements... from where did you learn such a technique of merging with gods?"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his eyes, and when their gazes met, Gongsun Ce froze. He felt as if the outer layer of his being was "seen through," Qin Ming’s gaze like an extremely thin blade, effortlessly penetrating the outer appearance. Immediately after, a sense of crisis welled up from his heart, as the young man in blue surged forth again, using the same basic martial arts, the relentless close combat like a tidal wave, but this time Qin Ming’s state was completely different, he anticipated every path Gongsun Ce could use to evade. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
This time, there was no dodging possible!
Gongsun Ce clasped his palms together, the Heavenly Demon’s fist striking down once more, Qin Ming twisted his waist with his toes grazing the ground, narrowly avoiding the heavy punch of the Heavenly Demon. Suddenly, he turned his head sideways, witnessing the second Heavenly Demon’s fist tearing the world apart, as scorching palms birthed specks of blood-colored light, transforming into birds flying towards Qin Ming’s blind spot.
Karmic Fire: Thousand Sons Curse Cannon, a technique that once heavily injured Situ Yi. Even when its power was minimized, Qin Ming, without martial arts, could not withstand this blow!
The Heavenly Demon’s palm strike advancing alongside the cannon, leaving Qin Ming with no escape but to fall. Yet at that moment, Qin Ming was still smiling, a carefree and joyful smile. His body almost compressed into a line close to the ground...
Then the dull blade flashed fiercely, shattering the blood light!
The flock of crows transformed from the Karmic Fire instantly wilted, sharp slashes severing all attacks close to Qin Ming. He drifted out from beneath the Heavenly Demon’s palm like a fallen leaf, somehow holding two Ming Blades, one long and one short, in his hands. Gongsun Ce retracted the Heavenly Demon’s arms for defense, raising an eyebrow at Qin Ming: "Misjudgment, I thought you hadn’t reached Martial Arts."
"Martial Arts?" Qin Ming frowned, "Martial Arts is not a realm."
"...Ah?"
Qin Ming’s attention had shifted, staring at the two Heavenly Demon arms, his eyes almost glowing with fascination.
"Yama, Devaputra... I see, really interesting. Bring out the rest of the arms, how many more?"
"Four more," another person answered.
At that moment, Gongsun Ce unexpectedly stepped forward. Without any logical reason or warning, just a "familiarity" bordering on foresight derived from knowing someone too well. If it were him, he’d come from this direction, and he’d do just this. The moment Gongsun Ce dashed forward, a gust of wind hit the back of his head, a hand swooping from the side to strike down at where his head should have been!
"Oh, not bad," the person said.
No time to react, no time to think, an incredibly eerie sensation arose from his heart. Something had changed, something was amiss, Gongsun Ce gathered all his energy, forming seals with his hands. As he turned, his pupils shrunk with surprise.
The positions had changed! Previously, he stood by the wall, with Qin Ming holding a blade in the center of the battlefield, Liu Zhongwu, and Situ Yi under a tree. But now Qin Ming and the others were standing in front of the school’s main entrance, while he stood on the stone bridge he had crossed upon arrival!
Four strokes of ink appeared out of thin air, writing a square "口" on the Imperial Academy’s ground, with Gongsun Ce standing at the center of this ink-colored opening. A person inside the "口" symbolizes imprisonment.
Without a word, Gongsun Ce turned, facing the pavilion he had passed earlier. The last person lay on the eaves of the pavilion, dressed in black, holding a wine gourd, inexplicably leisurely, with a strip of white cloth covering his eyes. Without looking at him, the man dressed in black spoke with an annoying arrogance.
"Too bad, even if you bring out all six arms of the Heavenly Demon, you can’t break my prison."
Gongsun Ce sneered, raising his hand: "Arrogant, aren’t you, kid in black? Try if you dare!"
The man in black tossed the wine gourd, pulling out a brush. As Gongsun Ce commanded the Heavenly Demon’s hands to form seals, seeing that a battle between the two sides was about to erupt, a voice sternly rebuked from within the school: "Yan Qi, stop!"
The inner hall doors of the Imperial Academy’s inner sanctum opened, and an elder in resplendent clothing walked in with his hands clasped behind, glancing at Gongsun Ce and nodding slightly to the four people, saying: "Visitors are guests, do not be impolite."
Yan Qi put the brush back into his sleeve, loudly clicking his tongue: "Tch!"
