Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Silk Binding Skill
At this moment, Wang Yan truly hated Xiahou Que to the core.
Wang Yan was well-read in ancient texts and knew astronomy and geography like the back of his hand. He also possessed Demon Pattern Divine Techniques, but when it came to love, he was always somewhat clueless.
After descending the mountain, at first perceiving women as temptresses, his heart raced upon encountering Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, mistakenly believing he had fallen victim to a magic skill. Gradually, he started developing feelings for both of them.
It could be said that at this point, Wang Yan was slowly beginning to grasp the taste of love.
However, this understanding still felt as if separated by a layer of window paper, still unpierced.
Moreover, from beginning to end, Wang Yan was extremely passive, as it was always Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting who approached him proactively.
Just now, Wang Yan finally summoned the courage to take the initiative to hold both of their hands, which could be considered as preparing to take the first step.
But before he could even take that step, Xiahou Que interrupted him, making not only Wang Yan angry but also causing sparks of anger to flash in the eyes of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting.
At this moment, Wang Yan turned around, without even thinking, he gathered all his might and punched at Xiahou Que.
At this moment, Xiahou Que also rushed towards Wang Yan and threw a punch as well.
With this punch, both of them exerted their full strength.
With a loud “bang,” both of their bodies trembled simultaneously and retreated backward.
Xiahou Que charged forward rapidly and, with the collision of their punches, was forced back at the same speed. He staggered back over ten steps before he could stabilize himself.
Wang Yan originally thought that with this punch, he would blast Xiahou Que away like before, but upon the collision, he realized that Xiahou Que’s Power of Demon Patterns had suddenly doubled.
He found himself being uncontrollably pushed backward.
Wang Yan also retreated over ten steps before stabilizing himself.
Wang Yan couldn’t help but be stunned, and his expression immediately became serious as he carefully examined Xiahou Que. Only then did he say, “So you’ve absorbed the Demon Soul, no wonder your cultivation has improved greatly.”
After Xiahou Que stood firm, he was initially startled, then began to laugh triumphantly, “Hahaha, I didn’t expect to become this strong. Wang Yan, are you scared now?”
With that, Xiahou Que charged forward again, lunging at Wang Yan.
The serious expression on Wang Yan’s face flickered briefly before he regained his calm demeanor. Seeing Xiahou Que approaching again, Wang Yan said to Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, “The two of you, back off to a safe distance.”
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting quickly retreated, and only then did Wang Yan charge forward, meeting Xiahou Que.
Their fists collided once more, and with a “boom,” a wave of energy radiated from the middle of their fists, sweeping outward.
Both of their bodies were pushed backward again by the impact of the energy wave, retreating several dozen steps before they stopped.
As they retreated, footprints were left imprinted on the cement ground, and the solid concrete shattered into pieces.
With this punch, they were once again evenly matched.
Seeing this, Wang Yan couldn’t help but feel a surge of heroism. He laughed heartily, “Hahaha, good, exhilarating, I want to see who is truly stronger.”
Saying this, Wang Yan stomped on the ground, and his body shot out like a cannonball.
Where Wang Yan’s foot touched the ground, the sturdy cement shattered instantly, and fragments of rock flew in disarray behind him.
On the other side, seeing Wang Yan charge at him, Xiahou Que also let out a roar and rushed towards Wang Yan.
They were instantly entangled in a melee, exchanging punches and kicks, with neither side yielding.
At first, one could still distinguish their movements, but later, they appeared as nothing more than blurred shadows intermingling, making it impossible to tell who was Wang Yan and who was Xiahou Que.
Outside the battle, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting watched the two dark figures with concern, uncertain of the outcome.
However, at this moment within the battle, Xiahou Que’s heavy breathing grew more pronounced, while Wang Yan’s laughter constantly burst forth, “Hahaha, delightful!”
“Truly exhilarating, let’s go again.”
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Hearing this, relief bloomed on Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting’s faces; it seemed Wang Yan had the upper hand.
Indeed, from within the battle zone, one silhouette unexpectedly withdrew and began to flee. As this silhouette withdrew, the other immediately pursued, shouting loudly, “Don’t run, let’s have a proper fight!”
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting focused their eyes and saw that it was Xiahou Que who was fleeing, while Wang Yan was pursuing.
They saw Xiahou Que’s hair in disarray and a look of frustration on his face as he ran, cursing, “Wang Yan, are you insane? Who fights like this?”
Wang Yan at the back laughed loudly, “It’s been ages since I’ve had such a satisfying fight, Xiahou Que, come fight three hundred rounds with me.”
With that, Wang Yan accelerated his pursuit.
Seeing Wang Yan get closer and closer, Xiahou Que was so scared that he hurriedly fled forward again.
In terms of cultivation, Xiahou Que’s strength was comparable to Wang Yan’s at this point, and they should be evenly matched.
However, Xiahou Que was naturally a spoiled young master, weak in character and lacking in resolve, even with the Power of Demon Patterns, making him no match for Wang Yan.
As the saying goes, “The bold fear the reckless, the reckless fear the fearless.”
In this life-or-death battle, courage prevails over caution, and what Xiahou Que lacked was Wang Yan’s boldness and indomitable spirit.
Therefore, although Xiahou Que managed to hold out at first, he quickly lost his nerve after just a few rounds against Wang Yan.
After only a few steps of fleeing, Wang Yan was about to catch up to Xiahou Que.
As Xiahou Que turned to see Wang Yan nearly upon him, he panicked and shouted, “Wang Yan, stop chasing me, I concede, I concede.”
Hearing this, Wang Yan halted and ceased his pursuit of Xiahou Que.
Unexpectedly, just as Wang Yan stopped, Xiahou Que suddenly turned around, a sly glint in his eyes.
Wang Yan’s eyes narrowed, and he thought to himself, “Not good, this guy is up to something.”
Just as Wang Yan was thinking this, a black spider suddenly appeared above Xiahou Que’s head, and he saw an orange Soul Star slowly rotating around it.
“An orange Soul Star!”
Wang Yan had suspected Xiahou Que had absorbed a Demon Soul, but seeing the orange Soul Star surprised him slightly.
Just as Wang Yan was momentarily surprised, Xiahou Que opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, “First Soul Skill—Silk Binding Skill.”
With a low roar from Xiahou Que, a white thread suddenly emerged from his mouth, aiming straight at Wang Yan.
Wang Yan had already prepared for this. Upon seeing the white silk, he quickly retreated, transforming into a blur and dodging to the side.
However, it was as if Xiahou Que had predicted Wang Yan’s evasion. He smirked coldly, and the white silk curved mid-air, heading directly for Beiming Xue.