Super System in the Early Tang Dynasty

Chapter 210 Breakthrough

In the courtyard, the two moved as fast as dragons.

One of them, a single-armed man, unleashed tremendous power with each palm strike, sending waves of energy surging and exploding from the point of his attack. The other, an elderly man with graying hair, wielded a long spear, which, when thrust out, moved like lightning, shimmering silver against the air and accompanied by a dragon's roar.

At the beginning, the two of them held back some of their strength and maintained a "stop when it's over" attitude. But once they actually started fighting, they found that the other was also quite strong, and they dared not hold back anymore.

The two were evenly matched, their strength increasing with each strike until, with each blow, only the sound of thunder and lightning could be heard, obscuring their figures completely. Each strike was delivered with absolute force, aimed at the opponent's vital points!

Everything around them—the other's identity, even their own lives—was cast aside. In their eyes, only one figure remained; their sole purpose was to defeat and even kill the enemy!

When two killer stars face off, who cares whether the person standing opposite them is friend or foe?

In a life-or-death struggle, whoever harbors even the slightest impure thought will face utter destruction!

The courtyard was in a mess, and the servants and soldiers around had already retreated far away.

They all snapped out of their reverie at the two men's incredible martial arts skills, their faces now filled with horror!

Upon hearing the roar, Aunt Wu, who had come to observe the situation, was startled but remained calm upon seeing the commotion. She thought to herself: "Now, I'm afraid only Ah Lang can separate the two of them."

He immediately turned around and went to find Li Xingzhi.

Only the old folks of the Li family knew just how extraordinary that seemingly thin and weak young man was! So much so that everyone revered him as a god.

Zhao Laowu, who can now tear tigers and leopards apart, might not have been much more powerful than an ordinary person a few years ago. It was only after being taught by Alang that he gradually grew up under Aunt Wu's tutelage and eventually achieved his current prowess.

As for how powerful Ah Lang really was, Aunt Wu felt it was beyond her comprehension.

In fact, with such a commotion in the front yard, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, how could Li Xingzhi not know? He had arrived in the front yard not long after the two began their fight, but no one else had noticed.

Li Xingzhi stood under a tree, listening to the sounds of the clashing weapons growing faster and deeper, and the shadow of the spear, which had transformed into a silver dragon, becoming more and more distinct. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he thought to himself: Zhao Laowu is going to lose.

He immediately closed his eyes, not wanting to look any further.

Zhao Laowu's defeat was within Li Xingzhi's expectations.

Although Zhao Laowu had a physical advantage, Luo Laodie's silver spear was enough to make up for it. In addition, Luo Laodie's decades of battlefield experience were far beyond what Zhao Laowu, a young man who had killed only a dozen people, could compare to.

really!

Before long, a silver spear materialized from the ethereal form, like a powerful dragon emerging from the abyss, piercing straight for Zhao Laowu's vital point! The countless palm shadows vanished in an instant, like a whirlwind breaking through the fog!

"what--!"

"do not want!"

“Hide quickly!!”

The crowd around, seeing the spear thrust swiftly and directly into Zhao Laowu's chest, and feeling the chilling sight at his chest, cried out in alarm! The more timid ones opened their mouths wide as if to shout, but only a hissing sound came out, as if they were hoarse, or as if their voices had already traveled to another world.

As Zhao Laowu looked at the spear thrusting into his chest, he felt a chill rise from his chest, freezing all the muscles in his body. An unprecedented sense of crisis rushed straight to the top of his head!

At this critical moment between life and death, he suddenly realized that the whole world had become clear, and the long spear, with its unparalleled aura, was exceptionally conspicuous in this clear world.

Just then, he felt a jolt throughout his body.

A crisp cracking sound rang out from deep within his dantian.

With that soul-stirring soft sound, it seemed as if a mouse hopped a few times from Zhao Laowu's lower abdomen, darting out from the dark, tightly closed depths.

The rat, like a prisoner who had been confined for a long time, excitedly scurried around as soon as it was released.

Zhao Laowu felt his stiff body thaw instantly as the rat crawled past. At that moment, instead of feeling weak and exhausted, he felt unusually energetic! He could even hear the rushing sound of his blood and qi flowing through his body!

This is—qi?!

Zhao Laowu was still somewhat incredulous. Although he hadn't left the Li residence, his brothers were out there making a living, so his information network was extremely efficient. He had naturally heard some legends about Taoist immortals 'gathering qi' and 'refining qi.' He just never imagined that he would one day be able to cultivate qi, and that this day would come so quickly!

That barely perceptible soft sound was also heard by Li Xingzhi.

He opened his eyes wide, radiating boundless light, and stared intently at Zhao Laowu in the arena, as if confirming something.

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh, a hint of surprise still lingering in his eyes, "I never imagined that a mere 'Subduing Demon Palm Technique' could be practiced to such an extent by him."

Li Xingzhi taught Zhao Laowu the "Subduing Demon Palm Technique" as compensation for Zhao Laowu's severed arm.

The 'Subduing Demon Palm Technique' is merely a profound external martial art, cultivated from the outside in. Unless one reaches an extremely high level, it is almost impossible to generate internal energy.

He never expected that in just a few years, Zhao Laowu would cultivate internal energy.

This was unexpected, but upon closer reflection, it made perfect sense.

In the past, Li Xingzhi left behind many spiritual medicines to cultivate a group of experts in a short period of time, and used them to temper the bodies of the people. After several years of recuperation, Zhao Laowu slowly melted the medicinal power into his body. At the same time, the spiritual water taken from the well also subtly transformed his body.

Today's fight, which ultimately put him at the brink of life and death, acted as a fuse, igniting the power he had accumulated over a long period of time. This power finally broke through the barriers and shackles of his body, naturally generating a burst of vital energy!

However, with the silver spear at his side and danger looming, although he had generated internal energy, he couldn't convert it all into combat power in a short time. Zhao Laowu didn't want to die young, having just broken through and not yet experienced the wonders of internal energy.

At this moment, his eyes showed a clarity and tranquility he had never seen before, and the marks left by the spear were right in front of him!

He exerted all his strength to circulate the wisp of internal energy within his body, the purpose of which he didn't even know, and struggled to move his body to the side—little by little, and then a tiny bit more. In his eyes, the movement was already extremely slow, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't speed it up even by a fraction.

At this critical moment, Old Man Luo suddenly woke up!

He looked at the spear thrusting towards his chest, which he had lost control of, and his muscular arm bulged again as he forcefully deflected the spear.

Thanks to their combined efforts, the seemingly intractable situation changed once again.

Looking at the spear that had reached Zhao Laowu's arm and shoulder, Old Man Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but also sighed inwardly: Although he survived, he was afraid he would lose his only arm.

At this moment, Zhao Laowu remained calm and composed, focusing solely on unleashing the full power of his body's physique, which he had cultivated to its peak.

"puff!"

A sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, reaching everyone's ears. Looking closer, they saw a silver-white spear embedded in the one-armed giant's only arm, without even the slightest tremor.

The spear tip penetrated less than three-tenths of an inch into the flesh.

Judging from his appearance, if it weren't for the extreme sharpness of the silver spear and Old Man Luo's immense strength, he probably wouldn't even have been able to break a skin.

"call--"

As the surrounding crowd watched the frozen spear, they let out a long breath, their hearts trembling even more. The armored soldiers, who had initially felt a surge of excitement at the defeat of the 'One-Armed Yama,' were now completely silent, not daring to utter a sound. Looking at the body, made of flesh and blood just like their own, their thoughts became inexplicably complex.

Old Man Luo tensed up – he had only thought that the one-armed giant's palm technique was extremely exquisite and his martial arts were extraordinary, but he never expected that the real skill was actually in this body made of flesh and blood! How could a human possibly achieve such skill?

At this moment, not only the others, but even Zhao Laowu himself was astonished. The only one who felt it was only natural was Li Xingzhi, who was standing in the shade of a tree at a distance.

Since he didn't have to take action, he avoided trouble. Li Xingzhi thought.

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