God-Like Extraction Chapter 175 – Third–grade Expert!

Su Jingxing could not contain his joy at obtaining the Deduction Card again.

But it wasn't because he wanted to deduce the Mind Control section of the Colossal Divine Dagger or the Earth Origin volume of the Three Origins Saber Art.

He was delighted because he could deduce the Divine Spirit Control Technique!

It was an ultimate technique that allowed one to manipulate spirit weapons.

Su Jingxing had been waiting for Thunderbolt to recover.

Now Thunderbolt had regained its power, but it couldn't unleash its full might.

With the intact version of the Divine Spirit Control Technique, even if it was only half of it, Thunderbolt's might would increase by several folds and become even more agile when controlled.

Therefore, the Deduction Card came at the right time, giving Su Jingxing another chance to master an ultimate technique.

Of course, Su Jingxing wasn't in a hurry to unlock the card in his office and begin deducing the Divine Spirit Control Technique.

He was still at the crematorium, so there was no hurry. He would do it when he got home.

Therefore, he put away the card and unlocked the remaining Essence Energy Cards and Strength Enhancement Cards. After obtaining Strength Pills and Essence Energy Pills, he stored them away one by one.

Under normal circumstances, no one would come to Su Jingxing's office.

Su Jingxing would usually get up when he felt that it was about time and head out to patrol the area.

Similarly, after unlocking most of the cards, Su Jingxing checked the time and went out.

On the way, when he bumped into acquaintances, he would greet them with a nod.

After turning a corner, he approached the farewell ceremony hall. Instead of going there, Su Jingxing turned around and left.

To his surprise, a group of people rushed in through the crematorium's entrance and charged straight towards the farewell ceremony hall.

“Stop right there!”

A disciple of the Divine Fist Sect guarding outside the hall took a few steps forward and stopped the people. “This place has already been…”

“Get lost!”

Among the crowd that was striding towards them, the man at the front suddenly raised his hand and delivered a palm strike. He easily sent the Divine Fist Sect disciple stopping them seven to eight meters out before crashing to the ground.

“Who are you people?!”

Seeing this, the other disciples of the Divine Fist Sect rushed over to block the way.

The people at the back immediately turned around and ran into the farewell ceremony hall to report the matter.

“Stop right there, all of you!”

All the disciples of the Divine Fist Sect stood in a row, blocking the way. The leader of the group shouted, “We are from the Divine Fist Sect. We are currently sending off our First Elder, the Sect Master…”

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Slaps resounded.

The disciple who had been shouting suddenly went mute and was sent flying into the air.

The same went for the others who tried to stop the group. One by one, they were thrown to the sides.

After getting rid of the obstacles, the man led the crowd to continue advancing into the farewell ceremony hall.

“Han Shilong!”

A growl came from the entrance of the hall.

The Sect Master of the Divine Fist Sect, Di Donglei, walked out quickly with a group of people to meet the group led by the man called Han Shilong.

“Han Shilong, don't go overboard. Today is the day we send off our First Elder. Never mind that you gave chase all the way here, I can take it that you are sending someone else off as well. However, if you continue to harass us and cause trouble during our farewell ceremony, don't blame me for getting nasty!”

Di Donglei warned coldly.

“Ha, I'm so scared.”

said Han Shilong, who was in his forties. He tilted his head and glanced at Di Donglei from the corner of his eye. “I'd like to see how nasty you can get, Sect Master Di,” he mocked.

“There's no need for the Sect Master to take action. I can have you scramming out of this place.”

An old man with a short beard stepped forward from behind Di Donglei and glared coldly at Han Shilong.

“Your name is… Cao Feng, right?”

Han Shilong turned his head slightly to look at the short-bearded old man and grinned. “If you want me to scram, sure. Give it a try and see if you can get me to scram and leave this place!”

“I'll fulfill your wish!”

Boom!

The short-bearded old man, Cao Feng, moved, throwing punches like the wind. Before he could generate any energies, a domineering fist imprint was already pushing towards Han Shilong.

Boom!

Instead of dodging, Han Shilong met the blow head-on with his Shadowless Palm Art.

As the fist and palm collided, the force generated from the collision transformed into a ring of solidified air waves that exploded at the entrance of the farewell ceremony hall.

Whoosh!

The hair and clothes of Di Donglei and company were swaying in the wind.

At the front, Di Donglei let loose a cold roar and unleashed an invisible aura that dispersed the air wave.

Most of the people that Han Shilong had brought along remained in the same spot unaffected.

On the other hand, after a head-on clash, Cao Feng and Han Shilong quickly shifted to the sides.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The two of them left the farewell ceremony hall in succession and headed towards an office building in the crematorium.

As they moved, they attacked at lightning speed, fist imprints and palm imprints flying around them.

The energies formed from true energy sliced through the ground, leaving deep gouges in their wake.

The office building they were approaching was also impacted, and deep gashes appeared on its walls.

When Han Shilong suddenly increased the force of his palm to attack Cao Feng, the latter dodged it and continued flying forward with the momentum. When the palm struck the wall of the office building, a loud bang resounded.

Boom!

The outer wall of the office building, along with the walls of the third level, had been punched through.

Rubble flew into the air and dust flew everywhere.

Shrieks and screams instantly came from the office building, especially from the third level. Miserable cries were non-stop.

Clearly, Han Shilong's palm strike had injured someone on the third level and caused them to suffer an undeserved catastrophe.

All of this happened very quickly. Su Jingxing had witnessed the entire process, and he was about to intervene but tragedy struck.

In the next second, he “ran” backward in fear, bypassed the farewell ceremony hall, and charged towards the field. He met up with the other crematorium staff who were also running away, distancing themselves from the center of the fight.

The group retreated to a corner near the entrance of the crematorium, where they watched the fight between Han Shilong and Cao Feng with fearful eyes.

“Bastards! Can't these two groups fight outside?” said a manager through gritted teeth.

“Quick, call the Martial Suppression Office,” shouted his companion.

“Already did,” said the captain of the security team with an ugly look on his face. “These people are too unbridled. And the Divine Fist Sect. Now that their enemies have come knocking on their door, don't they have the awareness to take care of things outside?”

“Alright, there's no point in complaining. Now that they've made their move, they won't care about us.”

“Exactly. These martial artists don't care about the lives of ordinary people.”

“What about the people in the office building? Will they be able to escape in time?”

“Look, Director Wu has gone over to negotiate!”

Curses of indignation rose from the crowd as they watched Wu Shouhan take the risk and rush towards Di Donglei.

“It's no use,” said Gu Bo through gritted teeth. “There are clearly two groups of people, and Di Donglei seems to be afraid of something. It's already good enough that he hasn't made a move.”

“Who's the other group?” asked Su Jingxing, who was standing at the edge of the circle. Placing his hands behind his back, he channeled his true energy and circulated the techniques of the Air Splitting Palm.

“I don't know.”

Boom!

Almost as soon as Gu Bo said that, a translucent palm print appeared out of thin air from more than 200 meters away and struck Han Shilong.

Pu!

Han Shilong, who was about to attack with more force, spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying far away from the office building. He was flung more than 30 meters into the air before crashing hard into the concrete floor of the field with a loud thud.

The entire ground shook a few times, and the area where Han Shilong had landed was covered in cracks. A human-shaped depression had formed with Han Shilong as its foundation.

At the same time——

Boom!

A similar semi-transparent palm imprint appeared soundlessly on Cao Feng's back. It struck Cao Feng, who had sensed it but was unable to dodge in time.

Buzz!

Ripples spread through the air as the air surged.

A circle of golden light lit up behind Cao Feng. The translucent palm imprint slammed into the screen of light and failed to harm him.

However, it only lasted for a second before the golden wall shattered. The semi-transparent palm imprint, which only contained half of its power, managed to land a solid hit on Cao Feng. The impact caused him to also spit out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew more than 10 meters before landing on the ground.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The heavy force followed his footsteps and left clear footprints on the concrete.

Under Cao Feng's control, he kept moving backward, unloading the force from the palm strike.

He took more than 20 meters back, leaving a string of deep footprints on the concrete before coming to a stop. He stood stiffly on the ground, his limbs trembling.

Pu!

With a ghastly pale face, Cao Feng spat out another mouthful of blood. His body couldn't take it anymore, and with a plop, he fell to his knees, gasping for air as his body trembled.

Heavy breathing reverberated through the field.

However, the entire crematorium fell into dead silence.

Two palms strikes?

With just two palm strikes, one for each person, Han Shilong and Cao Feng were left defenseless. Not only were they forced apart, they were also severely wounded and immobilized.

All the crematorium staff hiding in the corner gaped at the shocking sight.

Di Donglei and the disciples of the Divine Fist Sect were equally stunned.

Especially Di Donglei. Fear was written all over his face, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Wu Shouhan, who had been arguing with him, froze in place, dumbfounded.

The people with Han Shilong were the most terrified. They stood stiff in place, shivering uncontrollably with fear in their eyes.

For a time, only heavy panting could be heard throughout the crematorium.

Gulp!

Gu Bo swallowed his saliva and murmured dreamily, “So… so powerful!”

“Y-yes!”

The people around him nodded instinctively.

Even Su Jingxing found it a little too impressive.

After all, he had only used 20 years of his true energy cultivation to execute these two palm strikes.

If the martial art he had used was the Hundred Steps Reigning Fist, Su Jingxing wouldn't be surprised if it had such power thanks to the amplification of his strength.

However, the martial art he used earlier was the Air Splitting Palm.

For this palm technique, the further away one was, the weaker its power.

Even though Su Jingxing had already mastered the palm technique to the Peak of Perfection,

Han Shishang and Cao Feng were either fourth-grade or fifth-grade martial artists.

The defense of their protective true energy could not be broken so easily.

Now, not only were they broken, the two of them were sent flying dozens of meters away. One of them created a human-shaped dent in the ground. The other, after breaking a protective treasure, stepped back uncontrollably, leaving clear footprints on the concrete floor. Finally, he spat out blood and fell to their knees.

These palm strikes exceeded Su Jingxing's expectations. They were nearly ten times stronger than the power he had displayed previously!

Why did his strength suddenly increase?

The others were shocked by the power of the two palm strikes, but Su Jingxing was puzzled as to why his strength had increased.

This had nothing to do with his 500 years of true energy cultivation or martial arts.

Then what was the reason?

True energy!

Su Jingxing was reminded of the light orbs “spat” by the sunflower, which tempered his true energy.

Now that he thought about it, he realized the crux of the issue.

His Heaven Trampling True Energy had become even stronger!

If his Heaven Trampling True Energy could be described as an ordinary iron sword in the past, now, it was akin to a refined steel sword that had been tempered a hundred times.

Its tenacity, lethality, and destructive power were all matchless.

“Nice!”

Having figured out the reason, Su Jingxing thought to himself.

Pu!

On the field, blood was flowing from the corner of Han Shilong's mouth. He struggled to get up and said, “Han Shilong… from… from the Han Family… of Treasure… Treasure Elephant City. I… I didn't know that you were here, Senior, before I… I caused the disruptions. T-this is purely an accident. Pl… Please forgive me!”

Silence.

The place fell silent. No one answered, and no one spoke.

As soon as Di Donglei, Cao Feng, and the others snapped back to their senses, their expressions turned grim.

The crematorium staff were dumbfounded.

Even Wu Shouhan did not understand what Han Shilong meant or who he was speaking to.

However, he was more than happy to play along. Clearing his throat, he waved his hand. “Senior doesn't want to see you guys. Leave this place immediately before he loses his temper.”

“Y-yes,” said Han Shilong, his eyes lighting up with joy. “I… I'll leave now.”

With great difficulty, he raised his hand and waved at his men.

Seeing this, the shocked crowd swallowed their saliva and carefully approached Han Shilong. They lifted him off the ground and walked slowly towards the entrance.

Cao Feng and Di Donglei watched the entire process in silence.

The others also kept quiet.

Silently, everyone watched as Han Shilong and the company exited the main entrance and disappeared.

“Ahem.”

Wu Shouhan took a few steps forward and waved at Su Jingxing's group. “Don't just stand there. Hurry up and go to the office building to help with the rescue.”

Then, he turned around and looked at Di Donglei. “Sect Master Di, please finish up your farewell ceremony as soon as possible.”

“I… I understand,” said Di Donglei, nodding glumly.

“Mm. I won't stay here to keep you company then,” said Wu Shouhan, walking away calmly with his hands clasped behind his back.

Di Donglei remained silent. A moment later, he waved at his subordinates to help Cao Feng.

Supporting Cao Feng, they transferred him to a car parked at the entrance.

In the hall, Di Donglei finished up the rest of the ceremony. Then, he called for everyone to quickly retreat from the crematorium and left as though they were fleeing for their lives.

In the moving car.

Di Donglei and the others remained silent.

When they were out of the crematorium's range, Cao Feng then exhaled, gritted his teeth, and said, “Third-grade! How could there be a third-grade expert in the crematorium?”

“He might not be in third-grade,” said Di Donglei quietly. “But he's not far from it.”

“If he really is a third-grade martial artist, why would he stay in the crematorium?”

“Who knows!”

Chapter end