Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 173 War Stone Pavilion

Hearing Shi Zhixuan's words, Zhao Yu smiled bitterly to himself.

When Zhao Yu was talking to someone about the ministers in the court of a tyrannical emperor, he casually mentioned that Pei Ju was unfathomable and should not be underestimated.

Who would have thought that such a simple sentence would attract Shi Zhixuan's attention?

Pei Ju is the incarnation of Shi Zhixuan, mingling in the imperial court to carry out a plan to split the Turks, and his identity is extremely secretive.

How could Shi Zhixuan not be wary after being suddenly exposed by a nobody in the martial arts world?

This made Zhao Yu realize a problem. He had only mentioned it casually among his own people, and no one paid attention to it at the time. How did it end up in Shi Zhixuan's ears?

At that time, Zhao Yu didn't have time to investigate who the traitor was. In order not to implicate his own people, he could only escape alone and lure Shi Zhixuan away.

After all, with Shi Zhixuan's martial arts skills, no matter how many people come, they will just be easy prey. The forces that Zhao Yu has gathered are not enough to deal with such a powerful enemy. Rashly engaging in battle would only destroy their own foundation.

Zhao Yu's martial arts skills at the time were far inferior to Shi Zhixuan's, and he was only able to dodge time and time again by disappearing on the spot in the chaotic space.

But every time Zhao Yu thought he had shaken off Shi Zhixuan, Shi Zhixuan would somehow find Zhao Yu again, forcing Zhao Yu to flee once more.

This time, Shi Zhixuan patiently waited and finally uncovered Zhao Yu's secret.

"The name of the Evil King is known to all in the martial world," Zhao Yu said slowly. "As for Pei Ju's identity, I only learned about it by chance from an old man surnamed Huang. He has long since traveled far and wide, and I have no idea where he is now."

"I have offended you in the past, and I hope the Evil King will be lenient. I will remember this and repay you handsomely in the future."

"An elderly man surnamed Huang?"

Shi Zhixuan sneered, clearly not believing him at all: "Even now, you still dare to use sweet talk. Fine, once we capture you, we'll have plenty of ways to make you talk."

Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred and split into several afterimages, instantly closing in on Zhao Yu.

With a single palm strike, it was as if several people were attacking Zhao Yu together.

The palm strike was subtle and unpredictable, possessing the elegance of the Flower Sect and the ruthlessness of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. Before the palm strike even arrived, a bone-chilling coldness had already enveloped the area.

Immortal Seal Technique!

Zhao Yu's pupils contracted slightly, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Nine figures split off from the spot, each using the Tianshan Six Yang Palms to fight their opponent one by one.

Extreme yin and extreme evil should naturally be dealt with using extreme yang and extreme strength.

Zhao Yu's internal strength was unprecedented, after all, he had absorbed the power of dozens of martial arts practitioners and then merged it with the power of multiple versions of himself, reaching the pinnacle of his abilities.

When he unleashed the full power of the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, even Zhao Yu himself was startled by its might.

"There's some skill involved."

Shi Zhixuan let out a soft exclamation, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that in just a few days, the boy's martial arts skills seemed to have improved considerably, and his movements had become even more unpredictable.

Despite his surprise, he acted swiftly.

The palm strikes shifted, launching a relentless barrage of attacks, the palm shadows overlapping and blurring the lines between reality and illusion, completely enveloping Zhao Yu.

A strong wind howled through the forest, scattering grass and trees everywhere.

Faced with the glaring murderous intent, Zhao Yu remained calm and composed, without the slightest panic.

Even now, with the purity and depth of his internal strength, he has already surpassed the Evil King Shi Zhixuan in terms of foundation.

With a soft hum, Zhao Yu raised both palms simultaneously, and layers of palm energy transformed into a dense protective shield, firmly guarding all the vital points around his body.

At the same time, he used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to move his feet, his body swaying and turning, flowing smoothly, calmly neutralizing Shi Zhixuan's fierce killing move.

Shi Zhixuan's attack was extremely swift. His palms flew like a dream, combining the graceful and agile style of the Flower Sect with the ruthless and deadly style of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. Hundreds of palm shadows overlapped and pressed down from all directions.

In the mountains and forests, branches and leaves fluttered, and stones clattered. Every palm strike that landed carved a shallow trench in the ground.

No matter how fierce his attacks were, he was unable to break through Zhao Yu's defenses.

Zhao Yu proceeded steadily and cautiously, adapting to any situation with unchanging principles, his aura as solid as a rock.

While defending, he would occasionally raise his hand to gather his strength, and a wisp of extremely refined palm force would burst out from the air, which was the White Rainbow Palm Force.

The palm strike was silent and stealthy, specifically targeting the weaknesses in Shi Zhixuan's moves for a sneak attack.

For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate.

Shi Zhixuan's moves were numerous and ever-changing, and his attacks were relentless, but he was always firmly restrained by Zhao Yu and could not make any progress.

The Evil King, who had dominated the martial world for decades, was being held back by an unknown junior, unable to gain the upper hand for the time being.

The longer the fight went on, the more intense the surprise and joy became in Shi Zhixuan's eyes.

He had seen countless masters throughout his life, but he had never encountered such a bizarre opponent.

Zhao Yu's moves were not particularly sophisticated; compared to his unpredictable and powerful Undying Seal Technique, they were even somewhat rigid.

However, his ridiculously powerful internal energy made up for all the shortcomings of his moves.

Driven by a sense of excitement, Shi Zhixuan's attacks became increasingly swift and fierce, his entire body radiating energy.

However, Zhao Yu remained calm and composed, using brute force to overcome skill. With his superior internal strength, he would forcefully unleash his palm strikes to counter Shi Zhixuan's moves whenever Shi Zhixuan changed his stance, forcing his opponent to engage in a direct confrontation.

In the blink of an eye, the two had been locked in combat for over a hundred rounds.

The surrounding mountains and forests were already in a mess. Towering ancient trees were snapped in half by the violent force, and dense forests were overturned in patches. The ground was covered with palm marks and cracks of varying depths, and the weeds and pebbles were all crushed into dust by the raging wind.

It was another hard clash between two palms.

A deafening roar erupted, and a violent shockwave swept outwards from the two figures, sending the remaining weeds and pebbles flying and dust billowing everywhere.

In the center of what was once a dense forest, a flat clearing was cleared by the aftershocks of the collision between two top-tier internal forces.

The powerful energy dissipated, and the dust slowly settled.

Shi Zhixuan gracefully floated back several feet, stood tall with one hand behind his back, his clothes fluttering, looking elegant and composed.

He carefully examined Zhao Yu, whose expression remained unchanged, and slowly nodded.

"Good! Good lad, the secret you hold is indeed extraordinary."

"To escape my pursuit so quietly is already extremely strange. In just a few days, your internal strength has improved so much. You are truly extraordinary. Among the younger generation of martial arts practitioners, no one can surpass you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu's lips curled into a sneer.

Previously, he was wary of Shi Zhixuan's formidable reputation and unpredictable movements, and always thought that he should avoid fighting if possible.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, he realized that although his opponent's moves were profound, his internal strength was inferior to his own, and his fear quietly dissipated.

Since Shi Zhixuan was determined to pester him, he naturally didn't need to show him any mercy.

"You flatter me too much, senior."

Zhao Yu straightened up, his tone calm and composed: "As the saying goes, the Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, and the martial world changes, with new talents emerging one after another. Seniors have roamed the martial world for decades, and it's time for them to retire to the mountains and enjoy their old age. Why be so obsessed with competing with the younger generation?"

His gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on Shi Zhixuan's right hand, which was behind his back. He chuckled softly, "I wonder if the hand you've been hiding behind your back, senior, is still aching, numb, and trembling?"