Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 30 Heart-Shattering Palm vs. Heart-Shattering Palm

Tong Baixiong stared intently at Zhao Yu in the arena, his murderous aura almost tangible.

He chased Zhao Yu for over a thousand miles, setting up an ambush with arrows, but the enemy easily broke through his plan. Moreover, this kid diverted his troubles, causing him to fight a deadly battle with the Qingcheng Sect for nothing, resulting in the loss of most of his followers.

At this moment, old and new grudges surged into his heart, and he wished he could smash Zhao Yu into mincemeat with a single palm strike.

Faced with his overwhelming rage, Zhao Yu remained calm and even waved his hand with a smile: "Elder Tong, please calm down. I was the one who set up this stage. The play is only halfway through. How can I, the one who set up the stage, leave without watching the whole thing?"

He raised his chin, his gaze sweeping over Yu Canghai, whose face was ashen, and said, "There's no rush to settle our scores. Let me deal with Sect Leader Yu first, and then we'll have our own time to settle things."

"Arrogant!"

Tong Baixiong's face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot.

He had roamed the martial world for decades, and even the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword Sects had to give him some face. Now, he was being treated like a monkey on a stage by a young man in his early twenties. How could he not be angry?

Despite his anger, as he glanced around, his heart sank deeper and deeper.

After a fierce battle, he had the upper hand, but more than half of the other followers were killed or wounded, and the archers were almost all wiped out. The remaining members were all injured and had long lost their previous vigor.

Looking at Zhao Yu again, he had just casually separated him and Yu Canghai with a single move, remaining calm and composed, without even breaking a sweat, clearly showing that his internal strength was not diminished in the slightest.

This kid's martial arts are already unpredictable, and he also has the Star-Absorbing Technique that absorbs people's internal energy. Now that we've suffered heavy losses, if we really fight, I'm afraid we won't gain any advantage.

Tong Baixiong's mind raced. He slowly released his grip, let out a cold snort, and actually led the remaining followers back several steps: "Fine! I'd like to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

He made up his mind to first gather the remaining troops and then remain inactive.

If Zhao Yu and Yu Canghai were to fight, he could reap the benefits; if Zhao Yu really had some backup plan, he could withdraw at any time and avoid being defeated here.

Meanwhile, Yu Canghai, seeing that Zhao Yu had actually set his sights on him, was first taken aback, then blurted out, "You arrogant brat!"

He looked Zhao Yu up and down and saw that the other party was only in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a tall and straight figure. He looked like a pampered young master from a noble family, but he didn't have the aura of a martial arts master at all.

In Yu Canghai's view, Zhao Yu's ability to separate him from Tong Baixiong's deadly fight was simply because he and Tong Baixiong had been locked in a fierce battle for hundreds of moves, resulting in severe depletion of his internal energy, which allowed the kid to exploit an opening.

When it comes to martial arts, how could he, the dignified leader of the Qingcheng Sect, who had dominated Sichuan for decades, possibly lose to a mere brat?

Yu Canghai, his face grim, glanced around at the battlefield.

Although their own disciples had overwhelmed the Sun Moon Divine Sect, almost all of them were injured, and many of the core disciples had been lost.

Seeing that Tong Baixiong had already retreated to the side, clearly intending to sit back and watch the tigers fight, he immediately had a plan in mind.

Yu Canghai sheathed his sword, softened his tone, and adopted the demeanor of a righteous senior: "Boy, seeing you being chased all the way by the demonic sect, you must also be a member of the righteous path of our martial world."

"Now that the Demonic Cult is powerful, we should unite against it. Join forces with me to eliminate these demonic cultists. I will forgive your previous attempt to shift the blame. In the future, I will also put in a good word for you with your masters and ensure that you make a name for yourself in the martial world."

His words were spoken in a grand and dignified manner, but a sinister glint flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes.

He had a good plan: first, he would use Zhao Yu to deal with the big problem of Tong Baixiong.

After that, figuring out how to deal with this young man Zhao Yu would be a piece of cake.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but chuckle: "Yu Canghai, you're a seasoned veteran, how can you still be so naive?"

Yu Canghai was taken aback by these words, his brows furrowing: "What do you mean by that?"

Although he was somewhat wary of Zhao Yu, he never imagined that Zhao Yu would attack him.

After all, he was just fighting to the death with Tong Baixiong. If Zhao Yu wanted to harm him, he could have waited until he and Tong Baixiong were both severely injured before coming out to take advantage of the situation. Why did he have to show up early to resolve the fight?

Little did he know that Zhao Yu had seen right through his thoughts.

While watching the battle from the rooftop, Zhao Yu could clearly see that as Yu Canghai and Tong Baixiong were locked in combat, Yu Canghai's footwork was subtly moving towards the wall, and his moves were gradually becoming more defensive than offensive.

It's clear that once things go wrong, they'll abandon their disciples and flee alone.

How could someone as insidious and ruthless as him, who could even use the death of his own son as an excuse to seize the sword manual, possibly fight to the death with Tong Baixiong for someone else?

Once they realize they are outmatched, they will inevitably flee at the first opportunity.

While Yu Canghai's lightness skill was not particularly impressive, it would be virtually impossible for Tong Baixiong to catch up with Yu Canghai, who was focused on escaping.

Zhao Yu's intention today was to keep both Yu Canghai and Tong Baixiong in Qingxu Temple.

With Yu Canghai dead, the Qingcheng Sect is leaderless and no longer able to obtain the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, which also spares the Lin family from the annihilation of their clan.

As for Tong Baixiong, keeping him alive is the only way to lure out Dongfang Bubai from Blackwood Cliff.

He wanted to see who was stronger between himself and the peerless master who was known as "the one who is undefeated when the sun rises in the east."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yu's lips curled into a cold smile, and before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

With a light tap of his toes, he closed in on Yu Canghai, and thrust out his right palm straight at Yu Canghai's heart.

"I've heard that Sect Leader Yu's Heart-Shattering Palm is unparalleled in Sichuan. Today, I'll have the chance to experience it for myself. Let's see if your Heart-Shattering Palm is more powerful, or mine is superior?"

As the palm strike drew near, Yu Canghai's expression changed drastically: "Where did you learn the Heart-Shattering Palm from...?"

He only got halfway through his sentence before he couldn't ask any more questions.

Zhao Yu's palm strike had already reached him, and its force was several times more domineering than the Heart-Shattering Palm that he had been practicing for decades!

Having obtained the Nine Yin Manual, how could Zhao Yu not take a look at it?

While the internal skills cannot be transferred, external skills can still be practiced.

With his profound internal strength, Zhao Yu naturally made rapid progress in practicing external martial arts. While he could not say that martial arts were readily available everywhere in the world, he could certainly say that he practiced them with ease.

As for the key points of martial arts, Zhao Yu is not like Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng, who are only semi-literate.

Back then, in order to cultivate the Northern Darkness Divine Art, he diligently studied under a Taoist master for a long time, so he would never make the joke of using human heads to practice the art.

Faced with Zhao Yu's threat, Yu Canghai had no energy left to speak and could only use all the remaining internal energy in his dantian to meet the attack with his palm.

Fortunately, he was already somewhat wary, so it wasn't entirely unexpected.

The moment their palms met, a fierce glint flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes as he pushed his power to its limit, determined to teach this arrogant young man a lesson he would never forget.

He simply couldn't believe that a young man in his early twenties could possess such profound inner strength.

Seeing the two start fighting, Tong Baixiong, who was not far away, narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to speak.

But the words stuck in his throat.

He gestured to the followers behind him, and they all drew their hidden weapons, ready to fire.

Tong Baixiong sneered inwardly. As long as Zhao Yu dared to use the Star Absorbing Technique, it would be the best time for him to make his move!