Eternal Heavenly Emperor

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"Feng Yuan, Chu Hao has only just entered the Heavenly Court and yet you, already at the Fourth Tier of the Middle Mahayana realm, don't think you're bullying?" Hu Jianren immediately said. Right now, he was focused on forging a good relationship with Chu Hao and stood up for him without hesitation.

However, Feng Yuan didn't care in the slightest. Although Hu Jianren was a teacher, how could a teacher from the Earthly Institute control a student from the Heavenly Court? Besides, they belonged to different Eastern and Western Factions!

As for those worthless beings who still hadn't reached the Great Mahayana realm by the age of 30, they were worthless in his eyes!

"Chu Hao, are you scared?" Feng Yuan sneered, "Even if you're scared, it's useless. I am from the Western Faction, I don't need a reason to challenge you!"

"I'll be your opponent!" Hu Jianren stepped forward.

"You?" Feng Yuan sneered with utter disdain. "Hu Jianren, although your strength is nearly on par with mine, you definitely can't withstand ten moves under my attack!"

How arrogant!

Hu Jianren, naturally unconvinced, was still a teacher at the Earthly Institute, usually revered by his students. How could he tolerate such humiliation! He clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance.

"Wildfire Fist!" Feng Yuan sneered. "Hu Jianren, you waste who only knows how to hide in the academy teaching basic fist techniques, how many times have you been outside the city? How many times have you fought with ferocious beasts?"

"In my eyes, your Wildfire Fist is nothing but a flowery fist and an embroidered leg!"

Hu Jianren turned red with anger and shouted furiously, "Then let's see how powerful these 'flowery fists and embroidered legs' are!" He roared and charged forward, throwing a punch at Feng Yuan.

In all fairness, his mastery of the Wildfire Fist was indeed profound; even if it were a Vajra Realm expert, it would be nearly impossible to perform it better than him!

It was, after all, only an Elementary Martial Skill.

Feng Yuan let out a long howl and met the challenge, and immediately a fierce battle commenced.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The violent winds surged, and loud explosions echoed continuously.

After nine moves, Hu Jianren was barely holding on, but on the tenth move, the power of Feng Yuan's palm suddenly soared!

Boom!

Hu Jianren wasn't prepared, taking a punch directly, and his face instantly turned pale while the clothes on his arm were torn to shreds by the violent force. He stumbled back more than a dozen steps, his face then turning from pale to flushed with shame.

"You, you actually used a Treasure Artifact!" Hu Jianren caught his breath and accused Feng Yuan furiously.

The surge in the opponent's power on the last hit, far surpassing the Fourth Tier of the Middle Mahayana realm, only had one explanation—the opponent had used a Treasure Artifact!

"Is there a problem with that?" Feng Yuan said indifferently. Truth be told, although his martial technique proficiency was above Hu Jianren, defeating him within ten moves was not possible under equal strength without the power of a Treasure Artifact.

Therefore, he had to rely on the power of a Treasure Artifact.

"Don't you think that's despicable?" Hu Jianren said angrily.

"Hu Jianren, you've been in the academy for too long. In a real fight to the death, as long as you can win, what does being despicable matter?" Feng Yuan replied coldly.

"You—" Hu Jianren wanted to retort but was stopped by Chu Hao.

"Feng Yuan, bring it on!" Chu Hao's strength had increased tremendously, and he too was looking for a suitable opponent to practice with.

"Haha, Chu Hao, I know you possess a Treasure Artifact that can enhance your strength by roughly three thousand jin, but don't I have one as well?" Feng Yuan sneered, "I really don't know where your confidence comes from!"

"Kneel down now and kowtow for an hour, and I won't beat you, how about that?"

Blatant humiliation!

Where was this? The Heavenly Court! And it was even one used by both the Eastern and Western Factions! If Chu Hao knelt here, he'd lose face to the high heavens!

Chu Hao just smiled inwardly. The opponent had counted his strength including the power of the Treasure Artifact, which exactly matched eight thousand jin. This meant he could go all out without hiding his true strength because the opponent was under the impression that he was merely using a Treasure Artifact.

"Less talk, we'll see who ends up kneeling after the fight!" Chu Hao declared.

Feng Yuan's hands sliced through the air, "I hope you can still be so tough when it's over!"

He attacked.

Chu Hao's eyes immediately began to tremble at a high speed, his amazing Derivation ability quickly analyzing his opponent's lines of attack. Moreover, as his strength had increased, his Derivation ability had also improved, and he was barely using a small part of his brain, leaving him with spare capacity to think about what dishes to eat for dinner.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

His footwork moved with an appearance of casual ease, yet he dodged all of Feng Yuan's attacks.

After a flurry of moves, Feng Yuan had expended his effort in vain.

Feng Yuan's expression changed slightly, "It seems I underestimated you; I didn't expect your martial arts talent to be so high! But that's as far as it goes. Will you still be so composed under my Sweeping Leaf Kick?"

The Sweeping Leaf Kick he spoke of was an advanced martial technique he had obtained from an Ancient Tomb during an excursion outside the city. He had barely used this leg technique in front of others before because advanced martial techniques were incredibly precious, and he didn't have enough strength to protect it yet.

It was only after he became the son-in-law of the Fu Family that he gained enough courage, believing that no one would dare target him—at least while in Eastern Cloud City!

His legs moved continuously, creating a strange rhythm.

Sweeping Leaf Kick!

Swish, he propelled off the ground and shot towards Chu Hao, his right leg slicing through the air, creating a series of shadows!

Dazzling to the eyes!

Which kick was real, and which was a feint?

Feng Yuan sneered, certain that this advanced martial technique was something Chu Hao could never see through.

Chu Hao retreated!

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Advanced martial techniques are relatively complex, and while Chu Hao could analyze them in a short time, it was impossible for him just to take one look and grasp them completely!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Feng Yuan, riding high, didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe and launched a series of Sweeping Leaf Kicks, each kick faster than the last, aiming directly at Chu Hao.

Chu Hao kept retreating.

"Hahaha, so arrogant! Keep being arrogant!" Feng Yuan laughed loudly. Under his overwhelming pressure, Chu Hao seemed to have no ability to fight back.

Just then, Chu Hao revealed a slight smile and said, "Your leg technique, it only consists of eleven moves, right?"

What!

Feng Yuan's face changed instantly. He had intentionally varied his kicks, using some as many as seven times and others only once, all to confuse Chu Hao. Yet now, the other man had called out his tactics!

How did he discern it amidst such an intense battle?

"So what if I did? Can you break through it?" Feng Yuan sneered.

"This kick, coming from the left, aiming for my neck!" Chu Hao said. Without moving his feet, he simply tilted his head back slightly. The kick brushed past his chest and whipped up a gust of wind.

"This one... aiming for my right ribs!"

"Left hip!"

"Lower abdomen!"

With every kick Feng Yuan launched, Chu Hao gently called it out, fluidly maneuvering his body to precisely evade each of Feng Yuan's attacks.

A monster!

Only after a few observations, he had already grasped the intricacies of the Sweeping Leaf Kick!

Feng Yuan felt a chill run down his spine; this guy's learning ability was terrifying! Gritting his teeth, he unleashed another kick!

This was the most powerful move within the Sweeping Leaf Kick technique, and he had never used it before!

With his rich combat experience, he always kept an ultimate move in reserve, one that could turn the tide of battle!

The kick was incredibly fast, creating a series of sonic booms that were deafening.

Truly fast!

Chu Hao only had time to duck his head as Feng Yuan's kick grazed his chin, the force slicing like a knife and causing a few streaks of fresh blood to flow from his neck. He wiped it with his hand and said, "This move is somewhat interesting!"

Feng Yuan was extremely shocked. He had used his ultimate move and even set a trap for Chu Hao, making him believe all his special moves had been expended, only to explode with the strongest blow unexpectedly. He thought it would be a winning hit, but the other man only suffered a minor scrape!

How could he accept this!

"So what if you can see through my leg technique? With the final move, Whirlwind Sweep's speed, can you see it and still react in time?" Feng Yuan sneered, "You were just lucky that time!"

Chu Hao beckoned with his fingers and said, "If you can touch me even once more, you can consider yourself the winner."

"Do I need you to let me?" Feng Yuan lunged again, his legs sweeping across in a flurry, again with the sound of sonic booms.

Chu Hao shifted his stance. He had taken a slight disadvantage earlier, but using the same technique a second time, no matter how exquisite, was futile against him. His terrifying ability to deduce had already allowed him to analyze the technique—to at least some degree!

Unless Feng Yuan could exceed Chu Hao's reaction speed to the extent that, even though the moves were foreseen, they couldn't be dodged.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With each kick, Chu Hao managed to evade perfectly.

In fact, as the last move of an advanced martial technique, this leg method's power was extraordinary. If Feng Yuan were allowed to execute it fully, Chu Hao truly wouldn't be able to dodge.

But his reactions were just too sharp. Once he saw through the technique, as soon as Feng Yuan made a move, Chu Hao could immediately predict the attack trajectory and react beforehand, easily evading the attacks.

"Damn it, how long do you plan to keep dodging?" Feng Yuan bellowed, "Are you a three-year-old child? Still wearing diapers? Don't just run away!"

Swish! Swish!

Chu Hao's figure swayed, evading several more kicks, then he said, "All right, I'm sick of watching your leg moves too, going back and forth with just those few. It's time to wrap this up!"

"Hahahaha, someone who only boasts, go ahead and defeat me if you can!" Feng Yuan said disdainfully. Chu Hao was just extremely reactive, but combat power isn't determined solely by reaction speed!

He had a Treasure Artifact, and with his own Fourth Tier Middle Mahayana realm strength, he could unleash a force of around eleven thousand catties, not something Chu Hao could match!

What's the most crucial element of a martial artist?

Strength!

Without enough strength, even if you land a blow, what good is it if it barely tickles!

"Then just watch!" Chu Hao's right fist tensed, as the triple wave was already activated.

"Watch the leg!" Feng Yuan roared, kicking towards Chu Hao's chest.

Chu Hao threw a punch.

Bang!

The figures of the two men passed by each other, striking a blow at one another in an instant.

Splat!

Feng Yuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Under the triple wave, his defensive power was completely insufficient.