The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 362 Ouyang Feng's Outburst!

Qiu Qianren burst out of the dilapidated palace, commanding eight jet-black palm prints to wreak havoc in all directions.

Bang!
With a single palm strike, he shattered Hong Qigong's dragon-shaped phantom.

Bang!
With a single palm strike, he forced back Ouyang Feng, who was surrounded by surging green poisonous mist.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
The four palms struck Zhou Botong's four fists until they were red and swollen, causing him to cry out in pain.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

The Iron Palm technique shattered the black and white magnetic rings that were rapidly spinning and shooting in from all directions into countless flying debris streams.

For a time, Xu Xingchen, Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, and Zhou Botong were all no match for Qiu Qianren.

"Heh, I didn't expect this battle to enter the final decisive stage so soon!"

Xu Xingchen sighed inwardly.

He vaguely remembered that when the Five Greats of the Central Plains held their sword competition at Mount Hua, they fought for three days and three nights before a winner was decided.

If it's not three days and three nights, it could be five days and five nights, or even seven days and seven nights!

Unlike tonight's chaotic battle, which has already reached its conclusion in just half an hour.

The old eunuch who had been following behind saw Qiu Qianren displaying his power, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stared intently for a while, and then a relaxed smile appeared on his lips.

"This person's strength from breaking through four realms is quite impressive!"

"But that's all there is to it!"

On the battlefield.
When Qiu Qianren unleashed the power of breaking through to the fourth realm, he began his final frenzy.

Surprisingly, it was Ouyang Feng who was the first among the other four to lose patience.

"Iron Palm Water-Walking? I've never heard of that. If your skills are only this good, you're out."

Accompanied by the cold shout of metal clashing, Ouyang Feng's body rapidly shrank and returned to its original state amidst the crackling and popping sounds of his bones and muscles.

Qiu Qianren, who was being mocked, was feeling very pleased and could not bear such humiliation.

With a snort of anger, he swung his arm, and two dark palm prints shot out like air-to-ground missiles, tracing arcs and striking Ouyang Feng.

Bang bang!

Two intense bursts of energy erupted, followed by a violent gust of wind that exploded outwards.

The bluestone floor within a radius of three zhang was shattered into dust, which rose into the air and turned into billowing dust, engulfing Ouyang Feng's body.

Cluck cluck!

Accompanied by a deep, thunderous croak, a powerful shockwave spread out from the smoke and dust.

It not only dispersed the billowing dust, but also sent Qiu Qianren's two dark palm prints flying.

Ouyang Feng, whose figure was revealed from within, was wearing tattered trousers, and his muscles were well-developed and well-proportioned.

Her long gray hair fluttered behind her head, and her eyes gleamed like lightning.

The onlookers on the city wall felt as if they had been electrocuted when their eyes met the divine light in Ouyang Feng's eyes. Their hearts trembled, and an indescribable sense of fear and oppression rose in their hearts.

A thin, brownish-yellow light enveloped Ouyang Feng's body.

He casually raised his arm and swung out two palms in quick succession, knocking away the dark palm print that was rushing towards him again.

Snapped!Snapped!
This time, the clash of their palms produced a metallic clang and sparked brilliantly.

The dissipated energy burst forth like a ring.

Wherever it swept, the ground crumbled, creating narrow trenches and sending up plumes of dust.

That dust was the result of the bluestone pavement being shaken into powder!
Its power is incredibly fierce.

Amidst the howling wind, Ouyang Feng stomped his right foot on the ground and shot out like a cannonball.

In an instant, they were right in front of Qiu Qianren.

Cluck cluck!

Ouyang Feng's neck twitched slightly, and amidst a deafening croaking sound, he unleashed a powerful palm strike.

"Well done!"

Qiu Qianren shouted and swung out his own jet-black right hand.

Bang!
The thunderous roar echoed throughout the imperial city.

A violent gust of wind erupted from where the two men's palms met, rushing wildly in all directions, its power reaching several meters away.

The bluestone slab beneath their feet was cracked with lightning speed, spreading out like a spiderweb across a radius of three zhang.

The four people around, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi, and Xu Xingchen, were all blown away by the powerful gust of wind and landed on the ground several feet away.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Thunderous explosions echoed from the center of the battlefield, sending shockwaves rippled outwards in concentric circles.

After three palm strikes
Qiu Qianren's body trembled, his feet pressed firmly against the ground, and he slid backwards for three zhang, leaving two gullies with scattered stones.

Qiu Qianren roared in fury, "Impossible! This is impossible! How could my martial arts be so vastly inferior to yours?"

"Kill me!"

He was accompanied by frantic shouts and waving his arms.

Eight jet-black palm prints swirled and flew from all directions, rushing towards Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng's face showed a disdainful sneer, and his neck thumped three times in succession.

Cluck cluck!

Cluck cluck!

Cluck cluck!

With three consecutive toad cries, three shockwaves exploded from his body.

The first shockwave swept across a radius of three zhang, slowing down the eight dark palm prints that came from all directions.

The second shockwave caused the eight dark palm prints to sway precariously and retreat repeatedly.

The third shockwave sent all eight dark palm prints flying!

"Qiu Qianren, step back!"

With a long roar, Ouyang Feng charged towards Qiu Qianren like a cannonball, and with a thunderous croak, he pushed his palms forward.

Qiu Qianren looked around at the eight dark palm prints that had been blasted out of his sensing range, exploding into gusts of wind several feet away in the void, and his heart trembled.

Seeing Ouyang Feng rushing towards him again, a hint of resentment and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

His short, stocky body suddenly sank, and he raised his arms, pushing forward with all his might.

Even at the very last moment, he refused to admit defeat and was determined to fight to the very end.

The moment the four palms collided again!

Click!

A thunderous boom echoed through the air.

Even the spectators on the four city walls felt a deafening roar in their ears and their minds trembled.

Then, everyone saw a huge and terrifying shockwave suddenly rushing out in all directions.

Amidst the swirling wind, a figure hurtling backwards was also visible.

Spanning several meters, it blasted through the wall of a palace, penetrating amidst flying bricks and stones.

A moment later, another wall suddenly exploded with a loud bang, creating a large hole.

The figure flew out from within.

It crashed through the wall of the second palace, and only after emerging from the other side of the wall did it lie on the ground, tracing a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before stopping.

The intense friction left some areas of the ground charred and smoking.

The figure that broke through the walls of two palaces in succession was none other than Iron Palm Water-Walking: Qiu Qianren!

at this time
Wearing tattered trousers, Qiu Qianren lay on the ground, where ravines and cracks coexisted. The hazy black light that had enveloped his skin had dissipated.

His face was ashen, and he glared angrily at the night sky and the bright moon with his bloodshot eyes. His throat kept churning, and he spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood, which soaked his lips and cheeks and spilled onto the ground beside his head.

His body trembled slightly, and for a moment, he was unable to move an inch!

Ouyang Feng, who had sent Qiu Qianren flying with both palms, performed a series of somersaults in the air and landed back in his original position.

With his feet lightly touching the ground, Ouyang Feng, exuding an air of grandeur, swept his gaze like a sword over Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, and Zhou Botong around him, and said calmly, "Brother Yao, Old Beggar, Old Urchin, it's time to end this squabbling and show us your true skills!"

Then, glancing at Xu Xingchen, who still showed no sign of leaving the battlefield, he said: "Kid, if you haven't broken through to the fourth realm, you'd better get out of here; otherwise, don't blame me, Ouyang Feng, for being ruthless when the fight breaks out later!"

Xu Xingchen, whose body was half black and half white, had a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes: "Senior Ouyang, I will fight to the end and become the number one person in the world. How could I possibly back down now?!"

"It seems you've truly broken through!" A hint of surprise flashed in Ouyang Feng's eyes, then, as if understanding something, he coldly snorted, "The Nine Yin Manual is indeed profound and mysterious!"

Clearly, he attributed Xu Xingchen's breakthrough to the extraordinary book, the Nine Yin Manual.

The giant child Zhou Botong with four arms and the muscular giant Hong Qigong both turned to look.

Hong Qigong burst into thunderous laughter: "Hahaha, kid, you've finally broken through?! This time, you can really fight to your heart's content!"

Zhou Botong clapped his four hands, which had fully recovered, and laughed happily, "Hahaha, I knew you could break through; you're so amazing, your martial arts talent is no less than my senior brother's."

Huang Yaoshi, whose body was covered in peach blossom patterns, glanced at Xu Xingchen sideways, his expression indifferent, and said nothing.

Slightly twist your neck and shoulders.

Huang Yaoshi's body began to shrink rapidly amidst cracking and popping sounds, quickly returning to its original size.

His hair danced lightly behind his head, his face was refined and handsome, and the peach blossom pattern on his body flowed slowly, turning into a thin layer of pink light, covering his entire body.

In the dim light, scenes of peach blossoms blooming and withering occasionally appear!

Suddenly, a peach blossom bloomed slowly from between his brows, adding a touch of elegance and grace to his appearance!
The illusory peach blossoms that had been fluttering around him circled his body two or three times before settling on his hand, which was raised in mid-air.

In a short while, they combined to form a long pink flute!
Upon seeing this, Hong Qigong laughed heartily and said, "It must have been more than twenty years since the three of us last met, right?! Today, we can finally have a proper battle again and see if everyone has improved over the years!"

Amidst the laughter, his massive, muscular body rapidly shrank, his bones cracking, and his size steadily decreased.

In the blink of an eye, his body returned to its original imposing stature, and the golden dragon patterns all over his body swirled and changed, condensing into a pale yellow luster as thin as a cicada's wing, enveloping his entire body.

In his eyes, the golden vertical pupils returned to their round black shape.

A head of messy hair was flying wildly behind his head!

The astonishing aura that had previously surrounded him was completely withdrawn back into his body.

A sharp glint shone from his eyes, stunning the spectators on the city wall!
(End of this chapter)