Lingzhang

Chapter 181 Death from Exhaustion
When Teacher Shang still thought that Yue Hanzhang was mean and mean.

In the ring, Zhang Xianzheng had already pursed his lips, no longer having the energy to open his mouth and shout at the top of his lungs. Even at this moment, his chaotic thoughts were constantly being torn apart, and only one thought remained -

The thought of total despair!
In the martial arts world, whether it was the thunder in the sky or the mountains and rivers, they were all gradually losing their color and turning into a dead gray. In the gray, the base color kept deepening, changing towards the ultimate and eternal darkness.

He didn't know whether Yue Hanzhang was a bad person or not, but he felt that if he continued to be beaten like this, his body and soul would be ruined.

Under the interpretation of the Thirty-Six Moves of the Heavenly Power Palm, the Nine Palaces Furnace presented by Yue Hanzhang's form and spirit was so complete and harmonious that it almost made people despair!

Any bursts of new strength from Zhang Xianzheng were instantly dissolved by Yue Hanzhang, who used a simple method and an actually rude and overbearing attitude to suppress them fiercely in the Nine Palaces Furnace.

Even because of that quick step, the first-mover advantage accumulated step by step.

Accompanied by Yue Hanzhang's figure stepping on the Nine Palaces.

The palm wind from the falling Tiangang Palm was enough to affect Zhang Xianzheng's body and soul, and it fell on Zhang Xianzheng faster and faster each time.

Moreover, it is precisely the accumulation of this first-mover advantage that makes it increasingly difficult for Zhang Xianzheng's strength to penetrate to the extremities of his limbs.

From the tip of the fist, to the wrist, and then to the forearm...

The place where Yue Hanzhang cut off his strength was getting closer and closer to the essence of Zhang Xianzheng's body and spirit.

From beginning to end, there was no tremendous explosion of force that Zhang Xianzheng could sense.

However, in this irresistible traction, the further Yue Hanzhang's palm moved forward, the more intense the feeling of suffocation and inability to exert strength became for Zhang Xianzheng.

And this increasingly intense feeling of suffocation will also be felt in the next moment, when Yue Hanzhang once again turns and moves in the Nine Palaces, causing Zhang Xianzheng, who is also moving his body along with Yue Hanzhang due to the traction, to vent his feelings and burst out with even stronger strength.

And the stronger this force was, the suffocating feeling exploded again when Yue Hanzhang tried to cut it off by moving one inch further!
Vicious circle!
It was not until this moment that Zhang Xianzheng realized it.

Yue Hanzhang not only achieved the martial arts realm of the living sages.

Moreover, if the three major martial arts were integrated into the "Daoji Sanyuan Quan", it would become the same as the ancient sages.

Yue Hanzhang integrated seven major martial arts into the "Thirty-Six Moves of Heavenly Palm".

Among all the sages throughout the ages, in the field of martial arts, Yue Hanzhang is always an extremely powerful existence!

Therefore, what he performed with his Tiangang Palm was not just the mood of the palm wind being entangled into a cage that prevented the bird from flying.

Moreover, the dense palm wind entangled and pulled, making it impossible for the bird to land!

Between absolute freedom and complete stillness, Zhang Xianzheng can no longer make the choice he wants.

Even the one who determines how his body shape changes and how his strength bursts out is Yue Hanzhang, who is like the conductor of a beautiful symphony between the interweaving of martial arts techniques!

The intense feeling of suffocation after the intersection of palms and fists and the release of surging power had almost become a stress response for Zhang Xian as his body was changing.

Even this feeling of suffocation and the emotions that needed to be vented were affected by the will of Jingshen Martial Arts, stirring Zhang Xianzheng's emotions to become more extreme in this regard.

Yue Hanzhang's dense palm wind seemed to have completely mastered the unity of Zhang Xianzheng's form and spirit in this change.

In such a vicious cycle, Zhang Xianzheng's strength exploded layer by layer.

It seemed as if Yue Hanzhang wanted to use this method to suppress all these forces through the powerful force of his Nine Palaces Furnace to prove how comprehensive and harmonious the boxing stance performed by "Tiangang Palm" was.

Now it seems that Yue Hanzhang's martial arts Nine Palaces Furnace is far from reaching its limit and end.

And this accumulation continues to climb upwards.

But Zhang Xianzheng has his limits, there is a limit to how much strength he can endure!
This burst of strength has surpassed the ultimate levels of the Ninth Heaven and Great Accomplishment Martial Arts combined!
The bones in the body that exploded continuously at a certain moment actually transmitted a kind of stagnant and sore feeling to Zhang Xianzheng.

However, the bird cannot fly and the bird cannot land.

In the cage of the Tiangang Palm, the imprisoned bird could only passively flap its wings hard under the irresistible pull!
Then, when the surging force penetrated the bones throughout the body and whizzed through the blood and marrow.

The feeling of soreness and swelling radiates to the muscles through every joint connected to the bones.

The intense pain seemed to penetrate deeper into the bones.

As the power exploded layer by layer, the disharmony between Zhang Xianzheng's form and spirit became more and more intense.

soon.

This feeling of soreness is not limited to the bones.

Under the impact of this increasingly powerful force, his muscles began to swell and ache, to spasm, and to twitch.

His flesh and blood began to be torn apart in the same continuous change of tension and relaxation, and was deformed by the spasms and twitches of his muscles.

It was like a spark that at this moment turned into a prairie fire.

But it was also when these discords were about to spread to Zhang Xianzheng's entire body.

The outbreak of problems is not limited to the physical sensation.

The successive bursts of strength explored the extreme of Yue Hanzhang's Nine Palaces Rotation, but they had already surpassed the extreme of Zhang Xianzheng's Nine Palaces Seven Stars Martial Arts' rotation.

Even the long-term surgical transformation and the super-accumulated qi and blood of the great martial artist were rapidly consumed in the process, like oil boiling in a raging fire.

He gradually felt exhausted amid the soreness and pain all over his body.

He no longer desired to soar like a bird to gain freedom.

He only hoped that he could give himself a moment to breathe, just like when he had just started to question at the top of his voice.

But such an opportunity is destined to never come again.

He was out of tune, he was exhausted.

However, these feelings were never transmitted to Yue Hanzhang's spiritual world, or perhaps Yue Hanzhang had already felt them through the clash of martial arts, but was destined to choose to ignore them.

Yue Hanzhang still maintained his previous state. In this new interpretation of the thirty-six moves and four sets of boxing postures, he constantly "extracted" the increasingly surging power by transforming force.

Under Yue Hanzhang's guidance and control, Zhang Xianzheng's body and spirit kept rotating like a tireless perpetual motion machine.

When you land again.

He felt the futility of his steps.

He felt the dryness of his blood and qi causing his muscles to feel sore and numb. He could no longer keep his feet planted on the ground.

But in this erratic state, he just followed Yue Hanzhang's guidance on both the physical and spiritual levels, and a vigorous force exploded as if in response to stress.

Where does power come from?

He felt extremely sore and swollen, and he felt extremely painful!

But the next moment.

Suddenly.

It was as if hot liquid suddenly flowed from the inside to the outside, amidst the stinging and tearing in the bones throughout the body.

Suddenly, Zhang Xian felt that all the fatigue in his body was gone.

All the discord disappeared under the flow of warmth.

He just felt hot all over, and even the Nine Palaces Furnace couldn't be locked tightly because he was sweating.

As a result, the originally dried up qi and blood became abundant again at this moment, and it even seemed as if Zhang Xianzheng had endless energy.

great.

He felt simply wonderful.

But at the same time, unspeakable panic and despair filled Zhang Xianzheng's mind.

He understood what this hot fluid was that was flowing through his limbs and bones.

That is his blood and marrow, that is the source of his life.

He didn't get back to the top.

He was simply trapped in the exploitation that he was powerless to resist and had completely reached the point of "draining the pond to catch all the fish".

really.

The heyday came quickly, but it also went away quickly.

In the moment when the heat in the whole body has not yet reached its peak.

There was something that seemed to be intended to lull people to sleep, like the coolness of the night, which began to permeate every part of Zhang Xianzheng's body.

He seemed to have lost control of his bones, muscles, and blood at this moment.

He just felt that every time he took a step, he was floating in the clouds.

The feeling of being exploited to the point of exhausting all resources finally spread from the physical body into the spiritual world.

With every step and every collision, Zhang Xianzheng felt as if a part of his soul was being pulled away.

Floating.

At this moment, Zhang Xianzheng's chaotic thoughts suddenly reminded him of a brother from a branch of his clan. He once told him about his love for flowers, and after several days of continuous conquest in a secret club, he finally felt almost exhausted, with a physical and mental emptiness.

Probably just like now.

It's just the consumption of original energy in different ways.

It was even worse for me, and even the loss and consumption of my blood and marrow had reached the limit.

Is this the end of the lamp?
However, the constantly withdrawn soul seemed to have made Zhang Xianzheng lose many comprehensive and meticulous ideas.

Should he resist? How should he resist? Should he despair? Or what kind of intense emotions should he have?
All these thoughts vanished along with the extraction between body and soul.

The only thing left in his single line of thought was pure exhaustion.

so tired.

It would be nice if I could get some sleep and have a good rest.

At this moment, the cool and anesthetic feeling lingering between the body and the spirit "caught up" with the exploitative power and also spread to the spiritual world.

In Zhang Xianzheng's spiritual world, the symphony of sleep seemed to have found its last note.

Why not just take a rest now?

The moment this thought comes to mind.

The illusory world of martial arts seemed to turn from virtual to real at this moment, and the boundless eternal darkness drowned the last vestiges of his soul and thoughts.

boom--

On the ring, Zhang Xianzheng's powerful muscles, a well-trained martial artist, were twisted into a horrible tumor-like shape; his lifeless eyes were bulging as if their eyeballs were about to pop out; his whole body was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

At the moment of death from exhaustion, there was a crisp collision sound when Zhang Xianzheng's body, stiff as wood and stone, fell to the ground of the ring.

This clear and crisp sound continued to echo in this huge venue that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Since some time, when Yue Hanzhang performed the Thirty-Six Moves of Tiangang Palm, that astonishing martial arts will was reflected in Yue Hanzhang's body and soul, and attracted everyone's attention.

The entire venue had gone from being bustling with noise to being completely silent.

It was an irresistible performance of martial arts.

In the silence all around, everyone was in awe of this martial art, just as they were in awe of God's will.

It's like fearing the heaven above!

In the box.

Even Teacher Shang lost the smile on his face.

She rarely let out a sigh.

"Shouli, take me to see this child."

(End of this chapter)