C1335 He Took a Palm Strike Head on
C1335 He Took a Palm Strike Head on
At that moment, Lin Xuan channeled all his strength into the bow. A luminous blue and azure arrow burst forth, shattering the void and piercing through all obstacles as it soared. It met head-on with the descending black palm print, marking Lin Xuan's most potent offensive yet.
Without the support of an Emperor Level Spell Formation, if Lin Xuan couldn't withstand the incoming palm strike, he would be at a loss. Despite exerting his full might, his force paled in comparison to the overwhelming black palm print that bore down with an unstoppable might.
The inevitable collision ensued with a thunderous roar that echoed deafeningly. The residual shockwaves fanned out, yet curiously, within the grand hall, the force that could ordinarily fracture space itself dissipated without causing any damage beyond a few meters.
Lin Xuan was sent reeling backward, only managing to regain his composure after being thrust dozens of meters away. In stark contrast, Wu Tumie remained serenely seated, unaffected and smiling, clearly demonstrating the disparity between them. Lin Xuan was undeniably at a significant disadvantage.
Yet, Lin Xuan's focus was elsewhere. He looked ahead to the center of the Void within the main hall, his expression growing increasingly grave. His most formidable attack, the Azure and Blue Xingchen Arrow, had clashed with the black palm print and was forcibly shattered. The Meteorite Arrow, though not destroyed thanks to the resilience of the Emperor Level Spirit weapon, was sent flying.
Clearly, Lin Xuan had failed to withstand the palm strike. But the relentless black palm print did not cease its descent; it bore down on him once more. With a deep inhale, Lin Xuan steeled himself, refusing to surrender to defeat.
Although the black palm imprint appeared unchanged, Lin Xuan's keen perception detected a difference. His Xingchen Arrow hadn't been completely ineffective. It had pierced through the palm imprint, creating a significant hole and depleting much of its energy and power. Without a source of replenishment, which Wu Tumie would not provide as it would violate their agreement, there was still an opportunity. He had only intended to test Lin Xuan, not to kill him. Driving Lin Xuan away would defeat the purpose.
Behind Lin Xuan, the golden Primordial Dragon Elephant Phantom became more tangible. This time, Lin Xuan decided against using the Xingchen Bow; it was too late for that. He chose to rely on his physical strength to endure the attack. The palm had already expended much of its power, and Lin Xuan's own physical strength was genuine, at the Half-level Emperor tier, making him formidable in close combat.
Fully engaging the Body Refining Divine Art, Lin Xuan's body radiated with an increasingly vibrant golden light, transforming him into a luminous golden orb. He hurled himself at the black palm imprint, which was radiating a potent Emperor Level presence.
The sound of clashing metal rang out as the black palm imprint could not advance any further and was explosively shattered. A black mist, pulsing with Emperor Level might, engulfed Lin Xuan, obscuring him from view. Moments later, a golden orb, as if struck by immense force, was sent flying to the edge of the hall before coming to a halt. The hall itself remained unscathed.
As the light from the golden orb faded, Lin Xuan's figure was revealed. His aura was disordered, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, indicating serious injury. Yet, his eyes sparkled with vitality. He had withstood the black palm imprint. Indeed, the Emperor Level physique's greatest assets were not just its strength but also its defense. With all his might, Lin Xuan had managed to burst the black palm imprint apart.
Lin Xuan endured the onslaught. His Emperor Level physique did not let him down. Despite sustaining some injuries, he was not critically wounded. Lin Xuan had come to understand his own strength; in close-quarters combat, he could indeed exchange a few blows with a Half-level Emperor. Yet, Wu Tumie's black palm print was evidently much more powerful than that of most Half-level Emperors. For instance, it surpassed the Demon Aura Xiong whom he had previously battled.
This time, Lin Xuan had exerted all his strength. Now, he was completely drained, his combat capabilities significantly diminished. He wasn't even sure if he could stand against a peak Emperor Level opponent. Lin Xuan chose not to dispel the Body Refining Divine Art. It was not only his most formidable method of close combat but also his best defense.
He sat down cross-legged right where he was and consumed several valuable pills. Given his rapid absorption and refinement rate, it wouldn't take long for him to regain most of his strength. Meanwhile, Lin Xuan remained vigilant. Should he detect any energy fluctuations in the surrounding void, he was ready to activate his spatial talent and teleport away from danger. In his current state, he was defenseless against Wu Tumie.
For the time being, there was no immediate conflict of interest between them, but there were no guarantees that Wu Tumie wouldn't strike. It was best to be cautious. Fortunately, Wu Tumie, who had been meditating in the area above the palace, showed no further aggression after releasing that formidable black palm print. Observing Lin Xuan, Wu Tumie's expression revealed a growing admiration as he quietly awaited Lin Xuan's recovery.
Lin Xuan's combat prowess might not match Wu Tumie's, but considering his level of cultivation and his youth, his abilities were nothing short of remarkable. Even someone with Wu Tumie's vast experience had rarely encountered an individual who could rival Lin Xuan. This further confirmed Wu Tumie's earlier suspicions. Nonetheless, an aptitude test was still necessary for final confirmation.
Shortly, half a quarter of an hour passed. Lin Xuan, sparing no expense with the precious pills, had managed to recover a significant portion of his strength, thanks to his robust physique, natural talent, and the cultivation techniques he practiced. Even so, he was not yet a match for Wu Tumie in his current condition.
Despite his current state, Lin Xuan was not yet at the point of surrendering without a fight. He could still hold his ground for a moment, buying precious time to make an escape. After all, it's always best to have control over one's own destiny. Lin Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and steadied his disheveled aura. He slowly rose to his feet and moved forward.
"Martial Uncle, would you say that your Martial Nephew has successfully withstood your palm strike?" Lin Xuan inquired.
"Haha! If that doesn't count, then I don't know what does. You've truly broadened my horizons, Martial Nephew. Even during the zenith of the Sky Origin Temple, you would have been counted among the prodigies," Wu Tumie generously lavished praise upon Lin Xuan.
And Lin Xuan was indeed deserving of it. Even Wu Tumie himself acknowledged that he was no match for Lin Xuan. His current advantage over Lin Xuan was merely due to the disparity in their cultivation levels and his mastery of martial arts and secrets that were far beyond the standards of this era.