The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 108 Suppressing with One Hand

In the martial arts world, there are countless people who learn and use swords, but swordsmen who use soft swords are extremely rare.

Because soft swords are difficult to wield, a single misstep can result in injury to oneself instead of the enemy. Only those with extremely high control over their strength and agile movements dare not use them lightly.

But once that soft sword was in Elder Baiyu's hands, it seemed to become an extension of his body. He could wield it as easily as his own arm, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword light split apart, instantly unleashing an impenetrable sword aura.

Chi Chi Chi!
The sword blade trembled rapidly, tearing through the air. Arcs of light, like lightning, crisscrossed and spread out like a spider web, sealing off all of Hong Yuan's space to move or dodge.

This elder of the Jade Cultivation Sect was clearly furious. He showed no mercy when he attacked, determined to cut the boy in front of him into dozens or even hundreds of pieces.

He has reason to do so.

After years of silence, the Jade Clan has re-emerged under the leadership of Wei Qingfeng in order to restore its former glory and make the Jade Clan great again.

Hong Yuan's actions were undoubtedly a disgrace to Zhong Yumen.

This isn't just about receiving a few true teachings; it's a matter of the sect's dignity.

But just as he set up his sword net, a wine jug shot through the air and crashed into a dazzling burst of sword light.

Even though Elder Baiyu's soft sword technique is particularly adept at variation and has at least a dozen backup plans, no matter how many fancy variations he uses—wrapping, cutting, point-killing, stabbing, etc.—it will ultimately all come down to one point.

Sword's Edge!

This wine pot precisely blocked all changes and slammed into the sword's edge.

when!
With a tremendous bang, the wine jug exploded instantly, scattering fragments everywhere.

Elder Baiyu's pupils dilated violently, his face contorted in pain. Intense pain shot through his wrist, causing his mind to go blank for a moment. He seemed to see a bronze chariot, wreathed in flames, hurtling towards him on the battlefield.

The sword net shattered instantly, the soft sword curled backward, and the force of the reversal made his body tremble, his blood and qi boiled, and the condensed strength suddenly collapsed.

Choking!

As the soft sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, Elder Baiyu coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward.

As soon as the wine pot slipped from his hand, Hong Yuan didn't even glance at it. He spread his large hand wide and reached out with incredible speed.

In mid-air, Hong Yuan's hand collided with the incoming Feng Lei's palms, producing only a short sound before the two figures passed each other.

"Junior brother!"

Elder Qingyu steadied himself, his face extremely grim. He hadn't expected that his junior brother would be defeated in less than a single exchange.

The martial artists gathered inside Fulong Manor, as well as those few disciples of the Jade Sect, were even more incredulous.

Elder Qingyu was unaware that in the instant the two hands met, Hong Yuan had already absorbed some of his power. Now, as he analyzed the situation, he smiled and said, "This palm technique is quite interesting. What is it called?"

Elder Qingyu's expression was extremely solemn, his eyes revealing apprehension: "Who exactly are you?"

"Does it matter who I am?" Hong Yuan smiled slightly and took a step forward: "I happen to also have a 'Vajra Palm' technique. Come on! Let's exchange a few more moves."

Before he finished speaking, Hong Yuan had already arrived in front of Elder Qingyu in a flash, and struck out with a flat palm.

There was no imposing force of wind and thunder, not even a ripple of air; it was as if a mischievous child had casually handed it over. Yet, Elder Qingyu's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly retreated.

After retreating, Elder Qingyu stomped his foot, unleashing a burst of power. He swung his palms from the side, causing a surge of boiling air that once again pressed towards Hong Yuan.

A palm forced its way through the air, delivering a direct and unpretentious strike. The two clashed once more, instantly creating a flurry of flying sand and stones, and a fierce gust of wind.

Two figures flashed across the arena, their energies clashing and muffled thuds echoing in succession. Elder Qingyu grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He had already exerted all his strength, pushing his palm techniques to their limits and employing a variety of exquisite variations, yet his opponent consistently responded with a single palm strike, attacking directly and straightforwardly.

'Hmm... This 'Jade Gate' technique has a spiraling energy feel to it, but it focuses more on penetrating energy...'

A master martial artist with profound internal strength would be considered a great expert anywhere in the world, but Hong Yuan could easily suppress him now.

The reason for sparring with Elder Qingyu was simply to gain insight into his martial arts techniques.

At this moment, he clearly sensed that when Elder Qingyu's palm struck him, the subtle force seeped into his body and intertwined with his own blood and qi.

Qi and blood are inherently pure substances; if impurities are mixed in, they will be difficult to condense into strength.

If one is unfamiliar with the martial arts of the Jade Sect, even a grandmaster martial artist of the same level as Elder Qingyu might be easily affected by its power if they are not careful. When the battle becomes intense, if their blood and qi are slightly obstructed, it will be a matter of life and death.

Unfortunately, this subtle and penetrating force was useless against Hong Yuan. In fact, Hong Yuan didn't even need to use the "force storage" method to absorb the opponent's force.

Because the other party just 'sent' it over!

Hong Yuan quickly analyzed and learned the opponent's technique of channeling energy.

'A new subtle-level internal force technique has been added to my collection... Whatever it was called before, let's just call it 'Jade Seeding Force,' since I found it... it's mine!'

"Then, it's time to end this!" Hong Yuan sighed softly, then suddenly lunged forward and blasted Elder Qingyu's hands away with a palm strike.

As the latter's center gate opened wide, his palm strike did not stop, and his five fingers suddenly touched his chest.

Elder Qingyu was horrified and thought to himself, "My life is over." Then, a dense, silk-like aura seeped in and instantly invaded his limbs and bones.

'This is... a penetrating force?'

The thought flashed through Elder Qingyu's mind, and the next moment, he froze and fell straight backward.

Before he could hit the ground, a figure flashed, and Hong Yuan was already behind him, grabbing him by the neck as if he were a kitten. Then, with another leap, he also grabbed Elder Baiyu in his palm.

Whoosh!
Everyone saw him grab the two elders of the Jade Clan, Qingyu and Baiyu, in one hand, and in a flash, he leaped onto the high roof ridge, his clear voice drifting down with the wind.

"Zhong Yumen's reputation is overrated, and it has truly disappointed me."

“Go and tell Wei Qingfeng to go back to where he came from.”

Before the words were even finished, the person had vanished.

Hong Yuan was only trying to provoke Wei Qingfeng. He had no interest in going to the front lines to search for Wei Qingfeng's whereabouts. He would rather capture the Zhongyu Sect elder and force him to return.

As for whether he will come back, that's for sure.

If the elder of the Jade Cultivation Sect was arrested in front of hundreds of martial artists, and Wei Qingfeng, as the sect leader, did not step forward, then his prestige and reputation would truly be completely lost.

The consequences are no less severe than losing the status of the three major factions in Mingzhou decades ago.

Inside Fulong Manor, two or three hundred martial artists were all in shock. After a while, they suddenly burst into a commotion. Each of them had a different expression and occasionally glanced at the few disciples of Zhongyu Sect.

Those few disciples of the Jade Gate, no longer arrogant as before, were as if they had lost their parents.

"Elder!"

"Go quickly and send a message to inform the sect leader!"

(End of this chapter)