Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 119 Gauntlets

After Han Yi's boxing gloves developed a tear, he sent them to Baibaoge to have Master Lu repair them.

Since it was to be repaired, he specifically instructed Master Lu to add some things to increase the gauntlets' sturdiness and lethality.

For example, a row of punching daggers is incorporated into the boxing gloves!

These fist spikes were forged from the leftover scraps from the last forging of the Xuan Tie sword. These scraps were incredibly hard, and it took Master Lu a lot of effort and materials to melt them into molten iron!

Otherwise, how could it possibly cost so much money just to repair boxing gloves!

During their earlier exchange, Han Yi had already discerned that although the Green Willow Sword was a treasured artifact, its hardness seemed to be nearly identical to that of the Black Iron Sword. Therefore, the moment Song Qing's longsword slashed down, he countered the Green Willow Sword with a fist-shaped weapon made of the same material as the Black Iron Sword.

Just as he expected, the unknown material formed by combining meteorite iron and blue jade sword was extremely hard!

The next instant, Han Yi flung aside the Green Willow Sword and threw a punch straight at Song Qing's face. If this punch landed, it would surely smash Song Qing's head open!

People who practice martial arts have abundant qi and blood, and are full of energy. It is normal for them to start a fight at the drop of a hat.

Han Yi was, after all, a martial artist. Although he usually tried to remain calm, cautious, and careful,

But now, a raging fire still burned in his heart. This battle with Song Qing was the first time he had been made so disheveled!

He disregarded everything else, his anger flared, and he became ruthless, resorting to deadly force.

Bang!

The chair Elder Song was sitting on instantly turned into wood chips. Seeing that things were not going well, he was about to rush into the arena.

"Sit down and relax, Song Wei!"

Elder Li flicked his right hand, pressing Elder Song to the spot. Then, he gently pressed his left hand on the table. It seemed like a normal action, but a gilded teacup on the table seemed to be suspended in mid-air by an invisible rope.

Elder Li took the teacup with his left hand and handed it to Elder Song.

"Hehe, calm down and have some tea. Don't get involved in the fights of the younger generation!"

"Li, Cheng, Feng!"

Elder Song's eyes blazed with fury as he gritted his teeth and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Song Wei, do you want to have a go at it?"

"I wonder how your 'Yin Willow Strength' is progressing... Don't end up like last time, lying in bed for months!" Elder Li said sinisterly.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

Suddenly, the tea in the teacup in his left hand began to boil, and the rapidly heating water turned into steam that pushed up the lid of the teacup.

"..."

Elder Song stopped talking, plopped down, and stared intently at the arena.

The 'Yin Liu Jin' he cultivated was originally countered by the 'Lie Huo Jin' cultivated by Li Chengfeng. He had been injured in a fight three years ago and it took him a long time to fully recover.

Now, feeling the heat of the teacup in his hand, he seemed even less of a match for Li Chengfeng…

Elder Li's joy grew stronger, while Elder Song's expression grew increasingly gloomy.

Song Qing had no time to dodge, so he immediately mustered his qi and blood, unleashing the full power of a Blood Refining stage martial artist, and faced Han Yi head-on. Martial arts training begins with fist techniques; fists are the foundation of every martial artist's skill. Although he had been caught off guard and was a beat slower in his attack, his power was not to be underestimated.

Just as their fists were about to collide, Han Yi tilted his head, and in an instant, he drew the Green Willow Sword away again with his sword-wielding hand. He suddenly accelerated, changed direction, and his speed surpassed Song Qing's reaction time.

Phew!

Han Yi's sword struck Song Qing's chest hard, but instead of the sound of flesh being cut, it made a sound like a sharp weapon piercing a pile of cotton.

boom!

Fortunately, the force of the Xuan Tie sword was still there. The moment Song Qing was struck, his body flew backward as if he had been electrocuted, and he crashed to the edge of the arena with a loud thud.

Song Qing's lake-blue robe was completely torn apart, revealing soft armor underneath that emitted a faint, precious light. "This Song Qing, what a rich bastard! Not only does he carry a magical weapon, the 'Green Willow Sword,' but he's also wearing precious armor!"

Below the arena, the disciples watching were as if they had eaten lemons, and they all cursed loudly.

It's no wonder they were so envious. "One suit of armor is worth three crossbows, and three suits of armor can take you to the underworld." Even ordinary armor is strictly controlled by the government and its sale is prohibited, let alone soft armor of the treasure level.

Moreover, among magical artifacts, offensive artifacts are the most common and easy to forge, but defensive artifacts are extremely rare. Defensive artifacts of the same level are at least three to five times more expensive than offensive artifacts!

Song Qing was openly wearing a magical artifact; anyone with half a brain would know it was Elder Song's idea.

Although the audience wouldn't actually report the illegal armor, they still felt a pang of jealousy and could only admire Elder Song's paternal love.

"Han Yi's gauntlets are no ordinary items either..." Some sharp-eyed disciples saw that Han Yi's spiked fists and the Green Willow Sword did not break after colliding, and they immediately felt that it was a battle of gods.

"Hiss..."

"Han Yi is such a cunning fellow!"

At the edge of the ring, Song Qing cried out in pain. Looking down, he saw several bloody holes between his fingers and his entire arm dangling limply on the ground. Clearly, his left arm was ruined.

The light on his soft armor had dimmed somewhat, and where the black iron sword had struck, the edges had flipped up, revealing a few strands of gold thread.

Song Qing thought he was cunning enough, but today he found himself in a predicament: after hunting geese all day, he was pecked blind by one!

On the other side, Han Yi frowned upon seeing the soft armor beneath Song Qing's clothes. This Song Qing was shameless! He'd never even seen a weapon of such high quality before, yet Song Qing possessed two. He wondered if Song Qing had any other valuable items! Recently, Han Yi had spent a large sum of money repairing his gauntlets, and with daily meals with Bai Sanren and Qianxue, plus his regular cultivation, his expenses were considerable. He didn't have much money left!

"Why don't we take this opportunity to rob Song Qing..."

I don't know why, but ever since Han Yi got into the habit of looting corpses to make money, I've always had this strange idea.

He quickly shook his head; this was in public, and his image was important!

"No matter what, let's deal with Song Qing first!"

Rumble!

Han Yi's leg strength suddenly erupted. When he was still, he was calm, but when he moved, he was as fierce as an eagle, making the arena rumble.

The "Flying Swallow Kick," which originally emphasized agility like a swallow, became like a fierce eagle when he performed it, ready to devour anyone who dared to attack!