Cultivation—Stand above the Heaven Chapter 78

Wu's enlightenment brightened up Xu Wenchuan's eyes. Though Wu Qiujun persisted with his tempestuous offensive, Xu Yaoting picked up momentum and in a tit-for-tat situation. Seeing this, Xu Wenchuan appeared a bit spaced-out.

Wandong didn't hear Wu and his grandpa's conversation at all. Truth be told, he dared not go distracted for even just a second. He was under unexpectedly substantial pressure from Wu Qiujun, which was literally way more insufferable than the Mount Tai collapsing on his head.

Wandong has nothing to rely on, except his flawless swordsmanship techniques and a puff of insufficient solid spiritual energy within him. But he indeed managed to align formation techniques with the Cloud-Penetrating Silver Sparkle, by virtue of his great perception. This combination aided him to alleviate the impact of Wu Qiujun's palm techniques. Additionally, he tried to bring out his spiritual energy into full play and reinforce it in the meantime, which, again helped him cope with Wu Qiujun.

With all that being done, it was a blue moon to balance out the force of Wu Qiujun 's palm techniques. Right then, Wandong had no option but to target, the weak link revealed Wu's martial competence revealed in his movements as before, and endure it.

"Um!" With a muffled groan uttered, Wandong staggered backward constantly for quite a few steps, slightly pale. He appeared as if he'd lost control.

" Wandong, you okay?" Xu Wenchuan hastened to ask in a loud voice, agitated.

Wandong gave a sidelong glance at Wu Qiujun and curved his lips into a smile.

Pretty baffled by Wandong's odd behavior, Tang Xinyi found him literally a lunatic. How could he have the heart to smile at such a critical juncture?

Wu Daozi and Xu Wenchuan looked at each other in speechless despair, slack-jawed.

For Wandong's part, the duel evolved just the war he predicted, hence it deserved his smile. The last punch launched by Wu Qiujun, albeit more forceful than the previous one, nearly caused no harm to Wandong. That largely boosted Wandong's faith in himself. He became increasingly confident about winning the bet.

"Not until my last punch did I figure out the extent of your accomplishment! It was really something! You're so young, but you managed to defuse my punch—I plunged it with half of my spiritual energy!" Wu Qiujun knitted his eyebrows, pale and sullen. Apparently, he didn't expect Wandong was a hard nut to crack.

"Haha! Old dog, I already took your punch! It seems your cultivation is hardly comparable to my grandad!"

"Stupid brat!" Wu Qiujun's face turned ghostly pale.

"That was merely a result of my carelessness. Don't you expect to take another one simply by a fluke!" No sooner was he done sputtering, Wu Qiujun lifted his hands abruptly, with a storm-like unusually formidable grandeur darting from him, cooling down this area for a couple of degree Celsius.

Wandong found the second move rather overwhelming with its power alone, even before it was enacted. The feeling of having the Mount Tain over him pipped back, causing unbearable ubiquitous pain in his bones, skin, and flesh.

There existed a huge gap between Wandong and Wu Qiujun in terms of their martial competence. Even a blind guy could tell Wandong wouldn't stand a chance to win the duel, once Wu Qiujun exerted himself.

Chapter end