Chapter 458.2: Best Versus Best
Wu Fu faltered, “I know who I am. I am Wu Fu, with the unrivaled fist. Based of this, I want to know what are you basing those words of yours.”
Zhuo Qingyao replied, “Although I want to say my Master is the offender, there’s no need now. But now that I mention it, it sounds pitiful. I am a person who doesn’t need things like pity. If your fist is the best, then my sword is the best. What do you think?”
“Then have a taste of my unrivaled fist!”
Zhuo Qingyao dropped the sword case before her, smashed it, and revealed Ember.
Wu Fu said, “Tian Bushou’s sword. I see, the Matchless in Eight Feet Art. My last life’s only regret was that I never had the chance to fight him. But now I can, thanks to you.”
“Tian Bushou is Tian Bushou, while I am Zhuo Qingyao. Remember it well, the one who killed you is Yan Mountain’s Head Sect Leader, Zhuo Qingyao!”
Chen Ming was too embarrassed to look, even more so at the chūnibyō Zhuo Qingyao. In a fight, you fight. Why the hell do you need to be so chūnibyō about it?(1)
Wu Fu shook, activating his Immemorial Hegemonic Body and shining golden like a martial god in golden armor. He charged for Zhuo Qingyao, his fist’s power exploding around him.
She swiped and the five-foot-long Ember ignited and hacked at the incoming Wu Fu.
Eight Sacred Powers Aura activated!
Dazzling light went off their bodies. Ever since Ember was thrown into the mix, everyone’s view changed. This miss trained in Tian Bushou’s sword art!
Matchless in Eight Feet versus unrivaled fist!
Best versus Best!
Who’d be the ultimate unrivaled?
The greatsword met the explosive fist. Wu Fu’s Immemorial Hegemonic Body was strong enough to resist a Martyr weapon. Yet, even so, he had to retreat three steps and eyed her with shock. What’s with this unreasonable power?
He saw in their clash eight sacred beasts flitting above the blade, ready to cut him!
Ember even left a white mark on his fist.
Wu Fu wasn’t the only one in shock. The Paragons were dumbstruck!
A sword sent Wu Fu reeling!
She was Yan Mountain’s Head Sect Leader. She was the one who held the others below her in line.
Chen Ming ignored it. This battle, if it could be called that, was a life and death one. In this case, let’s avail ourselves of this moment and blindside one!
No, no, no, how can I call it that! Me, who meets another head-on for battle can only call it tactic!
I have a sharp eye for exploiting windows, that’s right.
And this one was wide open.
Nine Year Cicada left the sheath. Hegemonic Immortal Sword and threefold speed!
The Allheaven Stellar Array flew from his back and shed starlight on the blade.
The Paragons were struck by a foreboding feeling. If Head Sect Leader was this strong what of her Master? How high did he rose?
A Master was always stronger than his disciple, and this proved true in this case.
Xu San’er shouted, “Watch out! Chen Ming is here!”
The other three took out their weapons and wanted to go to Chen Ming when the Spear Paragon felt a shadow flashed towards him.
Damn it! He tried to block with his spear.
A sky-rending saber wave landed on his body, splitting man and spear in two!
Chen Ming reversed his grip and rushed for the head!
Nine Year Cicada pierced the forehead and the head was stuck lifeless into the ground. His eyes lost their light. Chen Ming’s move was too tyrannical, killing him at a moment’s notice. The Hegemonic Immortal Sword swallowed his head and all that was left of it were bits and pieces.
Even a strong vitality proved useless in the face of the Hegemonic Immortal Sword, nothing more than paper.
The others were now reminded that this was a grand boss!
Chen Ming said to them, “So, you can’t last more than an instant, huh? In any case, you must be mocking my words, but I will accept them graciously!
“By all means, sneer, mock, despise me! I ask that all of you join your voices and shower me in contempt!”
The three looked at each other in dismay, Who the f*ck would? Who the f*ck dared? Zhuo Qingyao’s sword pushing Wu Fu back was enough shock as it is!
Why the f*ck would we mock you? Are we sick of living?
But then their minds were jolted when realizing he was the offender. For him to draw out the Wordless Upheaval when all others could not, spoke volumes of his power, higher than any genius there!
Yet here they were getting careless in front of such an almighty genius.
They assumed Wu Fu’s power was but a hair below Chen Ming’s since he couldn’t draw out the Wordless Upheaval.
The main plan was to have him duke it out with Chen Ming, keeping him busy, despite weaker, and they’d come to finish the job. Even if almighty, Chen Ming would fall!
But then Zhuo Qingyao had to show up, so what good would it do now?
They were only three.
Chen Ming stood there with a smirk plastered on his face, “What’s wrong, the way I see it, you look ready to fight me. That’s fine, per the laws of the martial arts society, let’s duel!”
The three froze, No way! How shameless can you get! Why did you go and say it?
What f*cking duel? We aren’t dying fast enough, is that it?
Leng Xue raised his saber, “We need to wear him out. He still has the Heavenly Tribulation to pass!”
The Halberd Paragon admits Chen Ming was stronger than them yet covered it with anger, “What choice do we have? As long as we live, let’s do it.”
Xu San’er smiled regardless, “The way things are, it’s not Chen Ming who’s passing the tribulation, we are. We are facing a death sentence, named Chen Ming!”
On the Sky-crossing Bridge, Zi Yu didn’t spare the fighting a glance as he muttered, “Ganging up? That’s the same as loosing before the battle started. Only when you are certain of your defeat must you engage in group tactics. If it’s a duel then duel already.”
(1) Quite the widespread term. It is typically used to describe early teens who have delusions of grandeur, who so desperately want to stand out that they have convinced themselves they have hidden knowledge or secret powers.