The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 1001 - 998: Still Holding Back a Trump Card
What can be done in a minute?
Under normal circumstances, a minute is enough for a car to travel a kilometer; enough for a Boeing 747 to cover 15 kilometers.
For Qin Hao and Qian Feishun, a minute is enough for them to clash 300 times.
To outsiders, they are simply two constantly intersecting phantoms.
But to the two combatants, the opponent is the greatest enemy of their lifetime.
Suddenly, a fire serpent appeared in the air.
It turned out to be an anomaly caused by Qian Feishun’s inner strength burning through his fingers, rubbing against the air.
"Fire Spreads to Nine Heavens!"
The roar of Qian Feishun echoed on the field. The crowd clearly saw the fire serpent appear instantly in front of the black shadow formed by Qin Hao.
...
"Is he going to lose!"
Zhang Kang grabbed his hair, the thought flashing through his mind.
The same thought struck Zhu Biao and the Black and White Double Assassins.
Fire Spreads to Nine Heavens.
The legendary strongest move of Qian Feishun.
In earlier years, the martial arts fanatic of Beijing was defeated by this move.
The current Patriarch of the Qian Family also lost to this technique.
Even the Eight Great Heroes were defeated by this maneuver.
What about Qin Hao? Will he lose?
In people’s impression, this move is a unique skill.
A unique skill is unleashed to determine victory or defeat.
...
Ding!
A crisp and piercing sound rang out.
In the crowd’s view, starting from the serpent’s head, the flames shattered and dwindled, countless sparks falling to the ground.
In less than a moment, the resplendent and scorching fire serpent vanished into thin air.
Everything seemed to pause.
Qian Feishun stood in front of Qin Hao, a smile on his face.
It was a contented smile, as though one had fulfilled the greatest wish of their life.
Qin Hao also smiled, but his smile held a touch of respect.
"You are very strong." This was Qin Hao’s first sentence.
"So are you." Qian Feishun’s tone was incredibly gentle, as if comforting a junior.
The crowd, bemused, wondered why they suddenly stopped moving. Was this battle over?
But no, neither was injured, both appeared to be in perfect condition.
How could it be over?
In the next instant.
Puff! 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
A burst of blood stained Qian Feishun’s chest.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, carelessly spraying all over.
His clothes were completely soaked through with blood.
Only then did the crowd notice a finger-wide blood hole in Qian Feishun’s chest!
...
"What on earth is happening?" Zhang Kang’s face was filled with terror: "The most powerful move of Elder Qian, and yet it still couldn’t harm Qin Hao?"
"Even if it didn’t, why is he injured?" Zhu Biao muttered tearfully.
The Black and White Double Assassins were speechless.
They exchanged a glance, both longing to reconcile their past grievances.
It’s not that we are too weak, but that Qin Hao is too strong. Why should we argue over this?
...
"Master!"
Qian Jinhua’s heart ached painfully.
She was delighted that both men could still stand in peace.
But seeing her master injured, her heart twisted with pain, instinctively wanting to rush to the stage.
Qian Haiyu grabbed her hand, a cold look on his face: "You cannot go up."
"Father!"
Qian Jinhua’s voice was filled with stubbornness and anger. This was unlike her usual self.
"You cannot go up."
Qian Haiyu repeated, a hint of harshness in his voice.
"I won’t!"
Qian Jinhua, very worried about her master, instinctively pointed at her father’s brow with a finger.
In fact, she didn’t use her full strength; this move was just a testing attempt to make her father let go.
However, Qian Haiyu was furious. He casually reached out, grabbing Qian Jinhua’s wrist fiercely.
Pain surged from her wrist, Qian Jinhua’s face turned to shock.
So her father’s power was this strong?
All these years, he hadn’t even used martial arts!
Following Qian Haiyu’s instructions, two guards came up, sandwiching Qian Jinhua between them, leading her away.
Qian Jinhua looked desperate, glancing back at the arena, where her master and Qin Hao were both laughing.
...
"Hahaha! How satisfying, truly satisfying!"
Even with blood gushing from his chest, Qian Feishun’s face still held a bright smile: "Do you know, this was the most exhilarating fight of my life?"
"Of course." Qin Hao’s smile carried confidence: "Because this was also a refreshing fight for me."
"You are excellent." Qian Feishun nodded seriously: "I just want to know, what was that finger technique that broke the fire just now?"
Previously, in that electrifying moment, it seemed certain the fire serpent would harm Qin Hao.
A spark of blue light emerged.
It would be more accurate to call it a small blue glow rather than lightning.
The blue glow lasted but an instant, afterward, Qian Feishun felt sharp pain in his finger, and the fire serpent was completely broken.
Moreover, that blue glow took the opportunity to pierce his chest, leading to the current scene.
He truly wanted to know, what kind of martial arts was that blue glow, so extraordinary and outstanding?
"Wumei Finger."
Qin Hao answered seriously.
"Wumei Finger?" Qian Feishun was even more confused: "Isn’t Wumei Finger supposed to produce thunder and lightning when mastered deeply, was that blue glow thunder? What about the lightning?"
Qin Hao did not answer, his face bearing a profound, inscrutable smile, awakening Qian Feishun: "You have surpassed the limits, advancing this martial art to an unprecedented realm!"
Qin Hao looked at the black night sky, smiling: "At the highest level of any martial art is Returning to the Essence. Your Fire Spreads to Nine Heavens is dazzling but lacking in substance, when you can suppress this martial art to reach the Returning to the Essence Realm. The path is promising."
This kind of teaching is typically spoken from master to disciple.
Yet Qian Feishun listened with extraordinary confidence and seriousness.
He nodded, saying: "Thank you very much!"
After he spoke, his clothing waved wildly, his hair slightly uplifted, though gravely injured, a vast power surged from within him.
Qin Hao’s face lit up with joy, unable to conceal the smile in his eyes. "Congratulations."
"Thank you!"
Qian Feishun, excitement on his face, lightly patted his chest.
Puff!
The gush of blood immediately stopped, his face showing incomparable contentment.
...
The people below were all stunned.
This... power is incomparably domineering.
Had Qian Feishun broken through to the Grandmaster Realm and reached the legendary Great Grandmaster stage?
At this moment, everyone who had practiced martial arts their entire lives felt their worldview had taken a severe blow.
The bottleneck that had constrained Qian Feishun for over ten years was unexpectedly shattered today.
And yet, it only took Qin Hao a few words.
What exactly happened?
Is Qin Hao a Saint Buddha? Able to enlighten disciples with just a few words?
...
Outside the field, people were locked in an internal battle; inside, Qian Feishun sat on the ground, "It hurts a bit."
Qin Hao smiled: "But it won’t kill you. Once you recover, there will be no rival for you in Beijing."
"Yet, I still can’t beat you."
Qian Feishun shook his head, a wry smile on his lips.
Having fought him personally, he knew best.
Even up to now, he could not discern Qin Hao’s true strength.
Qin Hao always gave him a simple feeling.
Like an ocean, boundless, unfathomable.
He even lamented privately: Perhaps, he still had a trump card unused, and everything until now was just him being humble?
