CHAPTER 268: CHAPTER 268: PHYSICAL COMBAT

When Ji Fa saw Nezha, he did not panic.

He was not alone.

Wei Hu stood beside him.

"What brings you here, my beloved subject?" Ji Fa had a faint smile on his face.

However, Nezha completely ignored him and squinted at Wei Hu, who stood disinterestedly beside Ji Fa, and asked, "Brother Wei Hu, why are you here?"

This Chan Sect’s third-generation disciple, who attained Divine Enthronement while alive and sanctified his mortal body, should not be underestimated.

His master, the Heavenly Venerate, was hostile towards him.

Wei Hu laughed and said, "His Majesty has appointed me as a special envoy to the Mystical Sect to thoroughly investigate the matter of the evil cultivators in the Imperial Palace. Nezha, are you asking because you’re the culprit behind the murder of His Majesty’s concubines?"

Nezha said, "I haven’t been in Xiqi for half a year. Wei Hu, your words don’t make any sense."

Wei Hu replied, "You weren’t in Xiqi, but nobody saw you. Coincidentally, nobody saw the perverse thief either."

"It’s not a coincidence at all. These two incidents are completely unrelated."

Nezha’s gaze grew colder: "Are you provoking me by saying this?"

Wei Hu said, "Don’t misunderstand, my friend. You and I have no grudges. What’s the point? Let’s not mention this for now. We are both officials of Xiqi. Why did you break into the Imperial Palace at night for no reason?"

Only then did Nezha set his eyes on Ji Fa. This so-called destined ’Holy Emperor’ showed no trace of anger in his tone.

He said, "Ji Fa, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"Hmph! You traitor! Today is not like the past. Now that the immortals are all here, do you still think you can intimidate me with force?"

"Me? Hahahaha, Ji Fa! Do you genuinely believe you are already the emperor of this world?"

After saying this, he walked directly towards Ji Fa.

He believed Ji Fa understood what he meant.

As for Wei Hu.

Wei Hu stepped in front of Ji Fa, blocking his way.

Nezha paid no heed. With a shoulder, he forcefully shoved Wei Hu aside, under Wei Hu’s astonished gaze, and grabbed Ji Fa by the collar.

He ignored Wei Hu, staring straight into Ji Fa’s eyes.

Today.

This moment.

Ji Fa, looking into those black pupils so close to his own, felt an unprecedented fear.

Like the tide under the night, silently and gradually eroding the entire world.

"Weren’t you doing well before? It was such a simple task! Why did everything fall apart the moment I left?"

Hearing Nezha’s voice, feeling the thick sense of helplessness and disappointment in his tone, Ji Fa’s teeth chattered as he said, "I...I...I’ll change, I promise I’ll change from now on!"

"Nezha! How dare you!" Wei Hu growled, his fingers pointing like a sword towards Nezha’s back!

Without even looking, Nezha swung his fist backward. Wei Hu, however, immediately changed his move, attempting to grab Nezha’s wrist, showing no sign of being blinded by rage.

Wei Hu’s five fingers clenched Nezha’s right wrist like an iron hoop, and his index and middle fingers naturally pressed on the ’Taiyuan’ and ’Shenmen’ acupoints. In an instant, Nezha felt his entire arm go weak and powerless.

Nezha quickly realized that this seemingly unremarkable Wei Hu was not a mere cultivator who knew nothing about combat.

Despite losing the initial advantage, Nezha did not panic.

The vitality surged within him, flooding into the Shaoyang Meridian, and then into the muscles and bones of his right arm, which were as hard as steel.

The skin on his wrist suddenly indented half an inch and then sprang back, moving away from the ’Taiyuan’ and ’Shenmen’ acupoints in an instant. He immediately regained his strength and shook off Wei Hu’s grip.

Wei Hu’s pupils shrank, yet he smiled instead of showing alarm.

"The Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill? Interesting."

The Chan Sect’s Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique, mastering the transformations of heaven and earth, being able to control one’s body freely is the basis for entry into this Mystical Technique.

Wei Hu glanced down, seeing himself step back three steps and leaving three inch-deep footprints on the stone slabs, the smile on his lips deepened.

But Nezha turned around without warning, launching a fierce punch straight at him.

Wei Hu looked at the fist and said with a smile, "You won’t use spells or Mystical Techniques, just rely on physical prowess? Nezha, you’ve found the wrong person."

Nezha’s original intention was not to create too much disturbance, but since Wei Hu said so, it suited him just fine.

The two suppressed their terrifying powers within. The force dispersed could have caused Ji Fa to bleed from his seven orifices and die, but they controlled it like ordinary martial artists.

But at this moment, if a mere martial artist were caught in their fight, they would be torn to pieces in an instant.

The force of Nezha’s punch to the face whistled through the air.

Wei Hu raised his left hand to block, his sleeve slipped, revealing a forearm with muscles knotted like old tree roots.

Wei Hu understood the principles of fighting well, and Nezha was a born killer.

He changed his move alarmingly fast, transitioning from a fist to a knife-hand, cutting diagonally at Wei Hu’s neck.

Wei Hu frowned slightly, twisted his waist, shifted his step, and his rear foot gouged out a half-foot-deep groove, and his right elbow thrust at Nezha’s ribs like a battering ram.

When their bodies collided, the thud was like a heavy drum, shaking debris from the beams above.

After dozens of exchanges, they only clashed with fists and palms, but Nezha suddenly spun around and swept his leg, the leg wind like a steel whip shattering the blue bricks. To everyone’s surprise, Wei Hu did not evade but met him head-on with his shin!

This move settled the score in physical prowess.

Nezha’s expression remained unchanged, attacking fiercefully, while Wei Hu grunted, his face pale, steps unstable, and his moves sloppy.

Even though he was disadvantaged, he forced a smile and croaked, "What a leg! If you mastered the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique entirely, who could challenge you?"

"Hmph!"

Nezha’s expression unchanged, he suddenly halted his aggressive stance, stepping back three steps, and stopped.

"What a pity."

Wei Hu shook his head and laughed, "This kick cracked my shin."

Nezha looked at Wei Hu, sensing his eighth-grade inner core, his body’s unexpected strength indicating a rare encounter.

Wei Hu knew his body was strong but not as formidable as Nezha’s. The clash of their shins was a trap, and although injured, if Nezha had continued to press, he would have suffered a heavy loss.

But he never expected that Nezha could see through his act already.

Anyone who could slay the Four Saints of Nine Dragon Island alone and become renowned in Xiqi could not be underestimated.

Looking at the smile on Wei Hu’s face, Nezha also smiled suddenly.

This smile made the usually confident Wei Hu uneasy. He asked, "Why are you smiling?"

"Frog in a well."

"What did you say?" Wei Hu’s gaze turned cold.

"Watch this!"

Nezha yelled, bringing his hand down swiftly like lightning, yet silently.

Wei Hu’s expression changed again. He knew this didn’t signify the move’s weakness but its terrifying power.

If he used sorcery, he had at least ten ways to counter this move.

But Wei Hu was Wei Hu after all.

Promising a physical challenge, it was a trap for Nezha, but it was also a matter of pride.

Unable to dodge, he would use his arms to block!

The moment their arms met, the stone underfoot cracked like a spider web, Wei Hu’s sleeve fabric burst into shreds, veins on his forehead bulging.

The muscles on his neck tightened like piano strings, a low growl emerging from his teeth, yet to his astonishment, he realized that both his hands’ strength couldn’t match Nezha’s one hand.

As Nezha’s single hand pressed down, Wei Hu exerted strength with all his might, but his body continued to lower.

In the end, he found himself kneeling on one knee before Nezha!

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