Otherworldly Desert Dust

Onlookers at Red Port were dumbfounded.

Was this truly a pinnacle showdown between two powerhouses of the Holy Sect, or was it a street brawl? Why was it so simple and unadorned? Surely their extraordinary abilities couldn't be just this?

As Wu Hen kept slapping, he also cursed, causing Jiao Liecheng to lose all face.

After much difficulty, Jiao Liecheng regained his composure and formed a solid Holy Breath Wall, blocking Wu Hen's thuggish fighting style.

"I have been careless," Jiao Liecheng took a deep breath.

Having been approached without guard, and then slapped repeatedly on the cheek after the close encounter, what was more peculiar was that he couldn't dodge or block effectively.

This must be a technique learned from some barbaric civilization, with certain Heaven and Earth Laws embedded within. To others, it looked like simple steps forward followed by thunderous slaps. However, from Jiao Liecheng's perspective, it was something else entirely.

His advance was like a surging wave that pressed down on you, leaving no room to dodge to either side, only pushing you backward.

His slaps were quick as lightning; although the palm seemed to move slowly, the force was already smeared on the body. It could be said that both sound and vision were slower than the force of his slap.

This guy had some skill!

Jiao Liecheng adjusted his state and grew more solemn.

Golden auras flickered like little flames on Jiao Liecheng's skin, the extraordinary radiance released by the Holy Infant within him, enveloping his whole body.

His skin shone as if it were cast from pure gold, emitting an ancient and holy scorching light. In an instant, Jiao Liecheng transformed into a Golden Arhat and charged at Wu Hen.

"Holy Golden Blood?"

Very soon, a disciple of the Holy Sect recognized the realm Jiao Liecheng had reached, meaning that given more time, he might ascend to the Saint Child Realm that their masters had reached!

This Golden Arhat's body was already extremely majestic, beyond the harm of ordinary weapons and firearms. The speed and strength he unleashed surpassed the limits of the human body, making him appear like a Martial Saint had descended to the Mortal World.

"Roar!!!"

In the fierce fight, he was completely like a golden lion. It was not clear what Holy Technique Jiao Liecheng had learned, but his claws were like eagles, his power like a lion, his movements like a leopard, and his charges like a colossal mammoth.

It was apparent that Jiao Liecheng had entered his own state, treating Wu Hen as a true opponent.

Wu Hen had never seen these skills and unique techniques and could only respond with what he learned in the Scroll Realm.

And sure enough, Jiao Liecheng's claw strikes and the Thunder Crossing Tai Peng shared some similarities, often targeting Wu Hen's heavenly spirit when leaping into the air.

His Lion Fight gave Wu Hen the feeling it had no presence, at most resembling a Tianpeng Mountain Pig, which could be avoided with a few feint steps.

When Jiao Liecheng's movements resembled a leopard's, it was somewhat more troublesome.

In terms of strength, Jiao Liecheng was naturally much stronger than the tyrant tiger armor, and using his Third Rank Listening Sense alone wasn't enough to catch his attacking moves...

But now, Wu Hen had gained an additional perception.

Spiritual Vision!

Even having only First Rank Spiritual Vision was a significant improvement for Wu Hen.

Consider that in the battle against the tyrant tiger armor, Wu Hen could only see blurred images, like those seen from a speeding car.

With such blurred vision, perfect responses were impossible regardless of one's martial arts mastery.

Jiao Liecheng's speed and strength were both a notch above the tyrant tiger armor. Had it been the old Wu Hen, he would likely see only an afterimage, with vision virtually useless in battle, relying solely on hearing and breathing perception.

Now, what Wu Hen saw was different.

With the outline drawn by Third Rank Listening Sense, Wu Hen could clearly see Jiao Liecheng's movement trajectory, discerning when a feint was coming and when a charged strike was coming. He could even judge, from the tilt of Jiao Liecheng's body, what he would do next.

"Lion Fight again," Wu Hen quickly deduced Jiao Liecheng's next move.

Without bothering to move an extra step, Wu Hen sidestepped, and sure enough, a golden lion pounced past, turning the stone wall battlement behind him into dust.

Jiao Liecheng persisted, springing up once more, and as he dove down enveloped in golden light, he suddenly swooped down like a gold-feathered hawk, creating another large hole in the sturdy stone wall.

Alone, Jiao Liecheng was like a host of fierce totem beasts, alarming the watching crowd of Red Port. Yet amidst such an assault, there stood a man who appeared like a circus beast tamer, strolling atop the stone wall, occasionally extending his lightning-fast palm to slap Jiao Liecheng, the large fierce beast!

How was he doing this??

To the others, each of Jiao Liecheng's blows seemed fatal, which would have instantly killed even someone with Sixth-class Heavenly Brilliance.

Yet Wu Hen seemed to effortlessly see through all of Jiao Liecheng's techniques, expending hardly any energy, forcing Jiao Liecheng to reveal most of his unique techniques.

"When did this guy get so formidable?" Cai Ni, who was watching, was also full of disbelief.

It was said that anything was possible in Otherworldly Dust, as long as you found the right Evolution Chain Gate that suited you.

But for someone like Cai Ting, who everyone despised as worthless, to be able to contend with the eldest disciple of the Red Port Saint Sect, this leap was too large.

"It's like he's become a completely different person," Cai Ni suddenly realized, that in the sparring sessions with her, this guy had never revealed his full strength.

...

Jiao Liecheng was panting heavily, nearly failing to sustain his Holy Breath.

Although his face still maintained seriousness, his eyes, bulging roundly, betrayed his inner turmoil.

He was shocked at when this bastard had transformed. The once insignificant character that he could have slapped to death in the past was now able to stand toe-to-toe against his full assault.

Off to the side, always maintaining a spectator's stance, Liang Shou also furrowed his brows.

No wonder this guy was so arrogant, publicly provoking everyone, turns out he really did have some capability.

"How about..." Liang Shou lowered his voice.

"Shut up!" Jiao Liecheng burst out in annoyed embarrassment and rejected him before Liang Shou could even speak.

Liang Shou was speechless; what he had wanted to say was, how about not using that flashy Beast Form Holy Technique, but Jiao Liecheng obviously mistook it as him wanting to join the battle himself.

Indeed, even if they won two against one, both of their faces would be completely lost.

Jiao Liecheng tried hard to control his breathing, so heavy that people next to him could hear it.

The heavier his breaths, the more Wu Hen could hear his movements, especially his heartbeat.

Wu Hen clearly heard the beating of his heart and could even deduce his intentions just by the changes in its rhythm.

Wu Hen took another step forward, closing in on Jiao Liecheng.

Jiao Liecheng hastily retreated; he needed some time to recover his Holy Breath.

Assuming Wu Hen would launch a fierce offensive, Jiao Liecheng was caught off-guard as Wu Hen simply raised his hand and delivered a plain, unadorned slap to Jiao Liecheng's cheek!

"Slap!!!"
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That slap scrambled the Holy Breath Jiao Liecheng had managed to steady.

The golden aura that served as his protector also dissipated.

Wu Hen followed with a backhand, solidly slapping Jiao Liecheng's fleshy cheek!

"Slap!!!"

Jiao Liecheng was sent flying, slapped into the crowd at Red Port like a cannonball, and crashed heavily onto the ground.

The crowd quickly parted, allowing Jiao Liecheng to gratefully acquaint himself with the ground.

The blow wasn't actually capable of injuring Jiao Liecheng's vitals.

He quickly got up from the ground.

But the humiliation was profound, especially for Jiao Liecheng, who had to face the strange looks from so many people.

Jiao Liecheng was seething with rage; once again, he transformed into a golden giant elephant and charged toward Wu Hen's location.

Wu Hen knew how to torment someone.

He continued to toy with Jiao Liecheng like a Beast Tamer.

As soon as Jiao Liecheng showed a slight flaw, Wu Hen immediately slapped again!

"Mr. Jiao, the opponent's Perception might be high rank," Liang Shou finally couldn't help speaking.

Seeing Jiao Liecheng being made a fool of, he was anxious for him.

Liang Shou felt that Jiao Liecheng was being brainless; knowing that the opponent demonstrated extraordinary insight and evasion, why insist on confronting him head-on in this area? Wouldn't it be better to change tactics?

"Like I need you to tell me!" Jiao Liecheng was not gracious, snapping back irritably.

"Slap!!!"

Another slap, simply because Jiao Liecheng was distracted, and he was slapped by Wu Hen from the wall to the ground below, even his nosebleed splattering.

This time when Jiao Liecheng climbed up, his face was clearly askew, it was unclear whether it was contorted from rage or from Wu Hen's slaps.

Seeing that Jiao Liecheng had smartened up and didn't immediately continue the assault, Wu Hen didn't chase after him.

"Merely with an additional Spiritual Sense, Perception feels like it's been elevated by a whole realm."

"And this is only First Rank Spiritual Vision."

The interplay of Spiritual Sense, even at just First Rank, had increased Wu Hen's intuitive ability by several folds.

In the past, Wu Hen was like a blind expert, unable to see clearly the images of advanced combat, relying on hearing to judge, which also led to difficulty avoiding sudden situations and made it impossible to analyze the opponent's moves and skills.

Now with Spiritual Vision, Wu Hen could clearly see how Jiao Liecheng's Beast Form Holy Technique was powered, how it transformed, and how it struck.

Of course, Wu Hen was aware that this wasn't to say First Rank Spiritual Vision was that powerful; if a Spirit Awakener only had First Rank Spiritual Vision, they couldn't possibly discern all of Jiao Liecheng's movements.

It was the weaving together of various Perceptions, forming a multidimensional combat scenario in his mind.

It was as if a sharpshooter who was already strong now had X-ray vision, amplifying his strength not by a mere fraction but by leaps and bounds!

"One is not challenging enough, I need to test the limits of my current Perception."

Ignoring Jiao Lie in the midst of his Breathing Control, Wu Hen strode forward toward Liang Shou, who had been watching the battle all along.

Similarly, he approached and then lifted his hand, delivering a direct slap.

The main point was to humiliate, not to kill!

Liang Shou was also startled for a moment...

Watching from the side, he thought Jiao Liecheng was too weak, unable to even dodge a slap.

But when that slap, as unstoppable as a torrent, came his way, Liang Shou realized the other party was truly formidable!