Martial God Conqueror - Chapter 71






Edited by Fingerfox



Both of Du Shaofu’s fists struck out at the same time. Both of his fist were shrouded in a light golden glow that bombarded onto an iron rod and a long sword belonging to a young man and woman.

“Ka-cha!”

As the sound of breaking rang out, it broke everyone’s knowledge; the iron rod and the sharp longsword were unable to block Du Shaofu’s fists and were shattered before him. Blood spewed out from the young man and woman due to the horrible impact and their bodies flew back awkwardly; unable to continue.

“Scram!”

Du Shaofu did not pause for a second; the pace of his feet increased and he appeared in front of another young man like a ghost. His foot kicked the young man’s collarbone, stepping onto the young man directly, causing him to wail for his life on the ground as the bones on his shoulder broke.

“Hong~long!”

Du Shaofu swung out and his fist hit another young man’s back so hard that the young man was flung out some meters away, landing on top of two other participants. The three of them spurted blood at the same time.

“Peng! Peng! Peng!”

It was chaos inside the battle ring, more than a dozen people were attacking Du Shaofu but this result never crossed their minds.

Du Shaofu was too aggressive, none of them were able to keep up to his rhythm. Initially, a besieged scene turned into a one-man show starring Du Shaofu. Everywhere Du Shaofu went figures were thrown left and right, causing the ground to shake.

“Kacha!”

An An Family young man attacked, the big sword in his hand slashed down, however, the sword was snatched away by Du Shaofu with a slight twist of his wrist. The big sword was snapped in to two with his bare hands while his leg kicked the obstruction away, merciless.

“Rumble~~!”

In a split second time frame, several more figures inverted out; each of them had broken bones and blood was coming out from their mouths, extremely miserable!

Du Shaofu’s performance in the battle ring was too fierce, akin to a demonic beast in human form. Unparalleled terror, with just a simple wave of his hand, at any time it could easily destroy everything in its path,

One after another silhouettes were thrown out from the ring, Du Shaofu reached An Hu and Bai Tianming without many obstacles.

 

An Hu and Bai Tianming stood rooted on the spot like a fool. They had experienced Du Shaofu’s strength, but it never occurred to them that it would reach to such an extent!

“Boom!”

No matter what, both of them were Xiantian warriors, possessing quite a good talent in cultivation. In a matter of seconds, their reason returned and they quickly formed handseals. Rune fluctuations spread out; both An Hu and Bai Tianming gritted their teeth and rushed to attack Du Shaofu.

Du Shaofu’s foot lightly stamped the ground, his body leaped forward onto Bai Tianming and An Hu, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. Even when both of their attacks were wrapped around Du Shaofu, the pale golden light around his body gleamed as xuanqi fluctuated shattering their attacks in the crudest and tyrannical way.

“Go~!”

Lifting his arms, Du Shaofu’s clawed into An Hu and Bai Tianming’s shoulders, in front of many terrified eyes, he lifted them up high and threw them out of the ring like throwing pebbles.

“Bang! Bang!”

An Hu and Bai Tianming were thrown out of the battle ring and were disqualified. Landing on the ground with ashen faces and blots of blood on their robes. How could this ending differed so much from what they had fantasized; if they knew earlier, probably both of them would not even dare to participate in this competition with Du Shaofu.

Everyone watching were stupefied at what had happened; how strong is this Du Shaofu ah? Both An Hu and Bai Tianming are the better talents amongst the five families’ younger generation, the few that had broken through to Xiantian realm?! But now, they were both kicked off by Du Shaofu in just the blink of an eye.

That level of terrifying battle prowess and domineering method made everyone’s goose bumps raised in fright.

“Du Clan’s Du Shaofu is too strong!” Some warriors sighed.

“Good kid, really strong!” Amongst the Du Clan, some were delighted, and some were frightened.

Watching Du Shaofu’s fighting grandeur, the Du Clan juniors such as Du Yu and Du Xue’s eyes were shining with admiration and their blood boiling with excitement.

Even Du Hao, Du Chong, and Du Yan were unable to exclude themselves.

 

Not far away, Cao Qitai had just swiftly defeated a Ye Family’s young man that was comparable to Ye Zhijin’s strength. After that, he had been observing Du Shaofu quietly as no one near him dared to battle him.

Du Shaofu stood in the middle of the battle ring, compared to the beginning where thirty participants from the An and Bai Family ganged up on him, now, only three people remain – An Long, Bai Caiyi, and the trembling Bai Mei.

Bai Mei was caught in between the three people, thinking back to Du Shaofu’s cruel moves her body couldn’t help but quivered. How overbearing was this purple-robed youth attacks, despite that, it was never directed at her.

Her heart was moved; could he really like her? Although this guy, who was hated by the other three families was quite hateful, looking more carefully, there were some loveable points.

 

An Long, and Bai Caiyi both looked at each other, then as if reaching an understanding…

“Weng!!!”

A long sword flew out from its scabbard, sounds of metal clashing hummed in the air, graceful steps like a descending celestial fairy and with a turn of her wrist, sharp lights from the long sword pierced out at Du Shaofu accompanied with cold runes.

“Actually a mid-Xiantian.”

“That is the Bai Family’s Soft Rippling Sword, a martial skill that is close to the Dong level! He hadn’t expected that Bai Caiyi succeeded in practicing it……..”

When Bai Caiyi made her first move, all the present Patriarchs’ expression changed for the worse. With her young age, Bai Caiyi actually broke through to midXiantian layer, and successfully practiced the Soft Rippling Sword; this high of a talent is very rare.

In less than a breath’s time, Bai Caiyi’s figure appeared in front of Du Shaofu, her foot softly tapped against the air that propelled her to swirl half a turn akin to an elegant lotus but deadly. Her long sword stabbed at Du Shaofu in a swift motion.

“Xiuxiu!”

Several surreal sword images pierced forward, carrying an abundant energy locking onto Du Shaofu’s vital parts.

Sensing his body being locked onto, Du Shaofu was surprised for a moment, instead of being nervous, a faint smile flashed across his eyes. His hands formed seals at rapid speed, five fingers clenched into a fist and a horrifying atmosphere burst forth as he punched out at the sword attack.

“Bang! Bang!”

A low muffled explosion resounded, one after another and it continued to a count of thirteen; energy overlapped waves after waves and when it reached the thirteen level, it was released like a flash flood onto the sword images.

“Bang!”

One punch, the many sword images exploded into pieces; in the next moment, as the tyrannical energy continued on towards Bai Caiyi, the long sword in her hand managed to press the energy down, but it bent into a curvature like it was about to be snapped broken in the process.

Many in the crowd possessed a keen eye. The long sword in Bai Caiyi’s hand, although it had not reached the level of a spiritual weapon, the body of the sword after it was imbued with xuanqi, was enough to withstand a powerful attack.

However, relying on the power of just one punch, the long sword was bent; not to mention behind the sword was a late Xiantian such as Bai Caiyi. It could be determined from here, how large an energy Du Shaofu’s fist contained.

“How can the Pulsate Fist have thirteen levels of vibration, was the way we practiced it wrong?”

On the Du Clan platform, Du Zhenwu, Du Zhixiong, and the Du Clan people were shocked like the rest. This was the famous Du Clan’s martial skill Pulsate Fist and Pulsate Fist at the highest mastery created only nine layers of vibration. In front of their eyes, Du Shaofu’s Pulsate Fist had a total of thirteen levels of overlapping vibration.

“Deng! Deng!”

Bai Caiyi’s slender figure staggered back awkwardly; with each step back, the bluestone pavement under her feet cracked and shattered into dust. A line of blood flowed down from the corner of her lips. Still, the bent sword remained in her hand, curved yet not broken in two. 

 


 





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