CHAPTER 268: CHAPTER 251: CRANE DAOZI, GRAND CHAMPION! (6K WORD CHAPTER) (PART 2)

Meng Chuan’s posture was like planting rice while floating in mid-air, punching the ground over and over.

In a blink, Meng Chuan threw more than a dozen punches. As his breath ran out, unable to maintain the Cloud-Ascending Ladder stance, he quickly descended to the ground, lunging forward to regain control of the situation.

But in the next second, a cyan force cascaded down like a waterfall, and Luo Qin swung his magic sword, counterattacking fiercely!

Luo Qin, while retreating, swiftly moved several zhang away, his voice drifting into Meng Chuan’s ears:

"Cunning rogue, even with a sneak attack, you cannot defeat me. On this snow-covered land, how will you withstand my magic sword?"

This fist stance, enhanced by the magic sword and the extremely cold environment, was overwhelmingly terrifying.

Meng Chuan dared not summon the Qi of Kidney Water lest he make a fool of himself, and had to mobilize the Earth Qi, forming a high wall at his back to reluctantly support himself.

In just an instant, upon contact, Meng Chuan was blasted back several dozen meters, although after standing up, his body suffered no damage.

But the distance between him and the opponent had widened to more than a hundred meters.

Meng Chuan bit his lip tightly, the initiative had been effortlessly neutralized.

This is the "home field" advantage, the wind and snow at least boosted Luo Qin’s fist stance by fifty percent!

In the distance, a smile appeared on Luo Qin’s face as he conveyed his voice through the snowy mountain:

"This is the Five Elements Qiankun Fist? Brother Meng, your skills are impressive, but your cultivation is still too shallow."

Though the Earth Qi could root him firmly, it still fell short against Luo Qin’s overwhelming wind and snow power.

Before Meng Chuan could reply, Luo Qin swung his sword from a distance, and the cyan brilliance once again exploded, the Earth Qi scattered in all directions, and before the dust settled, a few strands of power transformed into a crane’s beak, gracefully attacking Meng Chuan’s body.

No time to think, he hurriedly summoned the Thunder Fire Qi, quickly unleashing several fist stances to meet the crane beak, not expecting it to suddenly change, morphing into Luo Qin wielding his magic sword.

"Fake!"

Alarm bells rang in Meng Chuan’s mind, he clawed forward like a dragon, the fake Luo Qin smirked mockingly, ignoring his shattered body to thrust the magic sword straight into Meng Chuan’s chest.

Surrounded by purple light, that sword turned into a blur of white light plastered on his chest, Luo Qin’s real body in the distance had a smile on his lips, but his expression turned grim the next second.

"Just as the rumors say, indestructible?"

Meng Chuan’s entire body surged with power, the red fire dragon robe had a large hole blasted by the opponent, revealing his high chest muscles, while the sharp fist momentum plastered on his chest was utterly dispelled.

"The game’s over."

With a sudden sway, Meng Chuan’s figure appeared silently beside Luo Qin.

Twisting his wrist upward, a spiral of golden light coiled around his fist, striking heavily at Luo Qin’s head.

All this happened in a blink of an eye, the sudden burst of speed catching Luo Qin off guard.

But the next moment, Meng Chuan realized his fist was halted by something invisible.

His wrist inexplicably throbbed with pain, if not for his hard skills, his wrist would already be broken.

The invisible entity seemed to swirl above Luo Qin’s head, continuously spewing sharp sword qi, rushing all at once toward Meng Chuan.

"Spirit Attack Technique?"

In Meng Chuan’s mind, it seemed as if an "old grandfather" appeared behind Luo Qin, constantly slashing at him, the hundreds of sword qi storms instantly enveloping him.

He let out a tiger roar to briefly fend it off, seizing a tiny respite, channeling a vast Heart Fire Qi, simultaneously pushing his Qi Blood to the limit, a burst of purple and cyan light flashing around him, rather than retreating, Meng Chuan advanced, his double fists like meteors showering fast toward Luo Qin.

For a full minute, Meng Chuan’s double fists clashed with two swords hundreds of times.

As the cold air in front rapidly condensed and exploded, Meng Chuan was blasted off several dozen zhang away again.

"Damn it!"

Meng Chuan cursed under his breath, shaking his slightly numb fists.

Both being "imaginal beings," the old grandfather inside the other was so formidable, while the dragon demon was merely useless...

However, he could sense the eagerness of the dragon demon inside him, but if it emerged, it would only serve as a backdrop, utterly useless otherwise.

"Could it be..."

Meng Chuan’s heart stirred, he already had a bold conjecture, but he needed to feign a flaw to test it out...

"Again!"

Without a sound, Meng Chuan’s figure shot straight toward Luo Qin like a black sword, he could already feel the temperature was very low.

If he dragged on, his condition would begin to decline, making it more arduous to battle him.

In the ice and snow, the dry "sizzling" sound of fists swinging echoed, Meng Chuan was exchanging blows as if his fists were up against four hands, battling back and forth over a hundred times, until an indescribable majestic sword chime, like a thunderclap on a clear day, exploded beside his ear.

Puchi—

Meng Chuan, with a cold face, sidestepped to evade, but a warm, blood-scented liquid trickled down to the corner of his mouth.

It was blood, a cut had been slashed across his face by Luo Qin’s sword stance.

However, a bulging snake with a sinister grin appeared on his back.

Its large mouth slightly open but not closed, because the sword in the "old grandfather’s" hands of Luo Qin was wedged in its mouth, along with the opponent’s arm!

Gulp~

As the throat squeezed downward, the dragon demon gulped that thing into its belly hard.

Meng Chuan’s smile was hideous under the blood-soaked scar on his face!

There was nothing mystical about it, Luo Qin’s "Spirit Attack Technique" was merely an "accessory" that came with his Fist Skill.

It was akin to his Wudang Hard Skills, and Cyan Netherworld Dragon Lock Body, nurtured through integration with spirit, producing imaginal beings.

Meng Chuan had heard before, he had comprehended something from the treasured Beast King Map of [Crane Immortal Soaring Cloud].