At this moment, a bold conjecture arose in Ye Qiu’s mind.
“Could it be that Chen Tianming can master others’ techniques just by watching them once?”
“If that is truly the case, then Chen Tianming’s talent is utterly terrifying!”
Ye Qiu could also replicate others’ divine abilities in a short time, but he relied on the Nine Revolutions Divine Dragon Art.
“If Chen Tianming has not cultivated an unparalleled technique like the Nine Revolutions Divine Dragon Art, then his comprehension of the dao is absolutely top-tier.”
“Of course, there is another possibility.”
“That is, he somehow obtained the cultivation method for the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist from somewhere.”
A flicker of surprise passed through Qi Tian’s eyes as well. Clearly, he had not expected Chen Tianming to unleash the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist. Soon, however, the surprise turned into a cold sneer.
“Yin-Yang Palm!”
Qi Tian sneered coldly, mobilising his divine power and pressing out with one palm.
This palm was extraordinarily terrifying, carrying vast yin and yang qi. A gigantic palm imprint blotted out the sky like a dark cloud descending.
At the same time, the palm was filled with an aura of invincibility, as though even a deity arriving would be smashed flat by it.
In the blink of an eye, Qi Tian’s palm imprint collided with Chen Tianming’s fist.
“Boom!”
The violent clash was like a nuclear explosion. Shockwaves spread outwards, instantly hurling the onlookers away.
Even Ye Qiu and the Long-Browed True Person could not avoid it.
However, Ye Qiu and the Long-Browed True Person were prepared. As they were flung back, they employed ingenious movement techniques and landed steadily a thousand metres away.
As for the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground, caught off guard and unable to retreat in time, they were hurled into the air by the fierce shockwaves like sandbags. They crashed to the ground one after another, bruised and swollen, looking utterly wretched.
Ye Qiu glanced at Wang Cong. The fellow was equally unlucky. His wounds had not yet healed when the shockwave flung him again. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his body nearly falling apart.
Fortunately, the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground quickly rushed forward, supporting Wang Cong as they retreated a thousand metres away. Then Wang Cong swallowed a spirit pill and rapidly began repairing his injuries.
In the field.
After the hard clash, Qi Tian and Chen Tianming attacked once more.
Qi Tian was like a fierce tiger bursting from its cage. He stepped into the high air, then stomped down thunderously towards Chen Tianming.
“You were so arrogant before. Now I shall stomp on your face.”
As Qi Tian’s right foot descended, it rapidly enlarged, growing to several zhang in length like a massive millstone grinding down towards Chen Tianming’s face.
“Want to stomp on my face? Are you worthy?”
Chen Tianming grew furious and punched straight upwards, striking the sole of Qi Tian’s foot squarely.
Qi Tian remained unmoved. Chen Tianming’s fist failed to drive him back.
Immediately after, Qi Tian’s right hand swiftly enlarged and slapped downwards, still aiming for Chen Tianming’s cheek.
In the critical moment, Chen Tianming shouted a comical remark.
“Qi Tian, you bloody dog, why do you keep targeting my face? I suspect you are jealous because I am more handsome than you.”
This time Chen Tianming did not meet the attack head-on. He quickly withdrew his fist and dodged aside.
“Boom!”
Qi Tian’s palm slapped the empty air, producing a tremendous boom like heavenly thunder descending.
At the same time, his right foot landed on the ground.
“Dong!”
The earth was stomped into a deep crater. Countless cracks spread outwards from the crater’s edge in all directions, criss-crossing like a dense spider web.
Qi Tian stood with hands clasped behind his back, looking at Chen Tianming who had retreated far away. He sneered coldly, “You were so arrogant before. Why dodge now?”
“Do you really think I fear you? Hmph, I shall have a proper contest with you right now.” After speaking, Chen Tianming radiated powerful battle intent and raised his fists.
Qi Tian said indifferently, “Chen Tianming, draw your sword!”
“You are not yet worthy of me drawing my sword.” Chen Tianming’s battle intent soared limitless as he spoke. His eyes fixed unblinkingly on Qi Tian. Likewise, Qi Tian stared at Chen Tianming, his own battle intent surging to the heavens.
The two simply gazed at each other from afar. Neither made the first move.
The Long-Browed True Person transmitted to Ye Qiu with a complaint, “Bloody hell, if they are going to fight, then fight quickly. Staring at each other like this, anyone who does not know might think they share some bromance.”
Ye Qiu replied, “What do you know? When experts clash, a hair’s breadth difference can lead to a thousand-li miss. Though they have not yet unleashed killing moves, in their minds they have long regarded each other as formidable foes.”
The Long-Browed True Person asked, “Little brat, who do you think will survive in the end?”
Ye Qiu countered, “Is that something we should concern ourselves with?”
The Long-Browed True Person was stunned. Indeed, what did others’ life or death have to do with them?
The scene fell into brief silence.
Qi Tian and Chen Tianming continued staring at each other. As time passed, their battle intent grew ever stronger. Two waves of murderous aura emanated from them, giving the onlookers the sensation of standing in an icy wasteland.
A moment later.
Qi Tian and Chen Tianming moved simultaneously.
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Both roared in unison. Like two frenzied tyrannosaurs, they charged at each other and collided in an instant.
This time, neither retreated a single step.
Moreover, their exchange was a brutal fist-to-flesh brawl. The scene was immensely shocking, stirring the blood of all who watched.
The two traded blows back and forth like dragon and tiger in fierce contest, impossible to separate victor from vanquished.
“Chen Tianming, change your technique. Your Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist cannot touch me.” Qi Tian said.
“As you wish.” After clashing hard once more with Qi Tian, Chen Tianming retreated. His hands formed seals before him.
Clang!
A sword cry shook the heavens.
In the next moment, ninety-nine sword qis burst from the crown of Chen Tianming’s head, piercing straight into the vault of heaven.
Each sword qi was like a heaven-supporting pillar, its edge peerlessly sharp.
Far away, the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground saw Chen Tianming unleash this move and their faces changed dramatically.
Earlier, Chen Tianming had used precisely this technique to grievously wound Wang Cong.
They did not know whether Qi Tian could block it. If Qi Tian could not, then it was highly likely they would all perish here.
“Holy Son Qi Tian, you must prevail!”
“You absolutely cannot lose!”
“No matter what, you have to stop Chen Tianming.”
“…”
In their hearts the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground prayed for Qi Tian. For a moment, Qi Tian seemed to have become their lifeline.
In the field, Qi Tian watched Chen Tianming unleash this move. His expression remained unchanged.
His response was simple and direct. Facing the ninety-nine descending sword qis, he struck upwards with one palm.
“Buzz!”
Wherever the palm imprint passed, terrifying power swept forth irresistibly, crushing all in its path.
“Rumble…”
One sword qi after another encountered the palm imprint and shattered explosively.
In an instant, all ninety-nine sword qis were destroyed.
Qi Tian flicked his hand behind him. The palm force surged onwards. At once Chen Tianming’s body shook violently. “Dong, dong, dong,” he retreated more than a hundred steps.
“Pfft!”
As soon as Chen Tianming steadied his footing, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Looking up, he saw Qi Tian standing in the air with one hand clasped behind his back, like an invincible supreme sovereign!
