From bone collectors to the supreme ruler of humanity

Chapter 81 Entanglement

Before Zhao Wuji's laughter had even subsided, his leg was already down again.

This time is different from before.

Although the previous leg techniques were fast, tricky, and ruthless, each leg was independent; after kicking, you would retract, and then kick again.

Now things are different. His legwork has suddenly become continuous, with his left and right legs kicking out alternately with almost no pause in between, like a tireless battering ram, smashing down one blow after another.

Lin Yan's graceful movements traced arcs across the sand, narrowly avoiding each attack, but as time went on, he clearly became more strained and struggled to defend himself.

Zhao Wuji's leg techniques have changed.

Lin Yan's heart sank.

With the [Qi Observation] technique fully deployed, the trajectory of the true qi circulation within Zhao Wuji's body was clearly visible.

The true qi in the dantian rotated more than twice as much as before, changing from a single rotation to a continuous rotation. The force was layered and stacked, and when it reached the legs, it was almost twice as heavy as before.

This person's leg technique is different from that of ordinary martial artists who rely on the power of only one leg. Instead, he uses both legs to alternately accumulate power. When the left leg kicks, the right leg accumulates power, and when the right leg kicks, the left leg accumulates power. Because there is always one leg accumulating power, the leg movements can be continuous.

Zhao Wuji suddenly swept his left leg, which Lin Yan ducked to avoid. His right leg followed up from another angle, and Lin Yan had no time to get up, so he could only roll to the side.

He rolled around in the sand, and sand got into his collar, stinging his skin.

Zhao Wuji gave him no chance to catch his breath, his leg came again, this time a straight kick, the toes aimed directly at Lin Yan's chest. Lin Yan crossed his arms to block, the stacked wave force stacked on his arms at the same time, first, second and third.

Their legs collided with a dull thud.

Lin Yan was kicked and slid more than ten feet backward, his feet carving two deep furrows in the sand. His arms were numb, and his tiger's mouth was split open, with blood dripping down his fingers.

Zhao Wuji stood still, his breathing a little more rapid than before, but far from reaching its limit.

He looked down at his toes, then looked up at Lin Yan.

"You actually caught that?"

There was a hint of surprise in his tone.

Lin Yan didn't speak, but slowly lowered his hands and shook the blood off them.

Zhao Wuji's kick was even more powerful than Old Man Han's sword strike.

Old Han's sword energy is fast and sharp, but its power is not particularly great. It relies on sharpness and precision. Zhao Wuji's legs are different. They are pure power, without any fancy moves. They are just heavy.

Lin Yan's arms were trembling.

This is a natural phenomenon following a series of high-intensity battles.

"Then come and take another kick from me!"

Zhao Wuji took a step forward and kicked out from the side with his right leg. The angle was more tricky than any of his previous kicks. It swept across the ground almost touching the ground and went straight for Lin Yan's ankle.

If that kick lands, the ankle bone will shatter.

Lin Yan did not dodge.

He did something that Zhao Wuji had never expected.

He raised his foot and stepped on the shin of the leg that Zhao Wuji had kicked at.

He leaped into the air, flipped over in mid-air, head down and feet up, and struck Zhao Wuji's crown with his right palm.

Layered waves, triple.

Zhao Wuji didn't have time to pull his leg back, so he could only tilt his head back. Lin Yan's palm grazed his nose and left a red mark on his forehead.

Lin Yan landed, knelt on one knee on the sand, and suddenly braced his right palm on the ground.

Zhao Wuji took two steps back, touched the red mark on his forehead, and his face completely changed.

If he had been even a fraction slower, he might have been knocked unconscious by that palm strike to the head.

He looked at Lin Yan with a complicated expression.

The young man in front of him was more than ten years younger than him and his cultivation level was a whole rank lower. He was injured and his tiger's mouth was still bleeding, but he did not retreat a single step or show any fear from beginning to end.

"You're quite a good prospect."

Zhao Wuji looked at Lin Yan and said seriously, "It's a pity that you've met your opponent today, and that's me."

He pulled his right leg back and changed his standing posture.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, lower your center of gravity, bend your knees slightly, and let your hands hang naturally at your sides.

This is no longer the starting stance for leg techniques; it's a posture that has shed all defensive stances and is ready for a full-scale attack.

On the stands, Master Qi stood up.

"He's going to fight desperately."

Qi the镖师's voice was low, but Xiong Kuo, who was standing next to him, heard it clearly.

Xiong Kuo gripped the hilt of his thick-backed sword tightly, silently cheering for Lin Yan in his heart, "Chief, you must win!"

In the arena, Zhao Wuji made a move.

He charged forward like a cannonball, his right knee aimed at Lin Yan's chest.

His attack method has changed again.

Leg techniques are for long-range attacks, while knee techniques are for close-quarters combat. Zhao Wuji switched from leg techniques to knee techniques, indicating that he no longer intended to maintain distance from Lin Yan and wanted to quickly take him down through close-quarters combat.

Lin Yan blocked with both hands, his knee slamming into his palms. The triple stacked wave force dissipated most of the force, but the remaining force still made him stagger back several steps.

Zhao Wuji didn't stop; his left knee followed immediately.

Lin Yan turned to the side, his knee brushing past his waist, and the strong wind tore a hole in his clothes.

Zhao Wuji brought his right elbow down, and Lin Yan quickly raised his hand to block it.

The left elbow struck again, and Lin Yan set up the table once more.

The two exchanged more than a dozen blows in close combat, elbows, knees, shoulders, and heads. Zhao Wuji's entire body became a weapon, each strike imbued with true energy, each strike like an iron hammer, smashing towards Lin Yan with immense force.

Lin Yan was finding it increasingly difficult to block.

The difference in strength is simply too great.

The power gap between the mid-stage and peak of the True Qi Realm cannot be bridged by technique alone.

Zhao Wuji swung his elbow down again, which Lin Yan managed to block. His arms went limp, and his knees nearly buckled. Using the force of Zhao Wuji's blow, Lin Yan rolled away into the distance.

Zhao Wuji did not pursue, but stood there panting and looked at Lin Yan not far away.

"Can you still hold on?"

Lin Yan raised his head, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"We can hold on."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and said:

"Kid, then I'll show you the real Zhao family leg techniques. If you lose to this move, you won't be ashamed of your defeat."

He re-established his stance, but this time he didn't rush forward. Instead, he stood still, slowly raising his right leg to shoulder height, his toes pointed, pointing at Lin Yan.

On the stands, Qi the镖师's face turned pale instantly.

"This is... the final move of the Shadowless Kick."

Watching this scene, Master Qi said in a deep voice, "He poured all his true energy into this kick; this kick is enough to kill."

Zhao Wuji's right leg remained suspended in the air for about two breaths.

Two breaths later, the leg came out.

To outsiders, this move didn't make a sound like it was breaking the wind, nor did it release any true energy; it was just a leg kicking out plainly, as if it were kicked by an ordinary person.

However, Lin Yan's [Qi Observation] was able to detect the flow of true qi within Zhao Wuji's body.