Chapter 522: Chapter 341 Snow Cellar Ice Sky
Ye Qingfeng remained unmoved and slowly extended his right hand.
"Next, I will play with you using just one hand!" Ye Qingfeng grinned, a wicked smile hinting at provocation, "If I use even one more hand or foot, consider it my loss!"
"What did you say?"
Long Yuntian’s eyes widened, almost like copper bells, as Ye Qingfeng’s words were a great insult to him, a Super Ancient Martial Artist.
"You’re courting death!"
He shouted as his body, like an iron tower, soared into the air, shattering the lake’s surface.
While in mid-air, he suddenly punched downward.
Ye Qingfeng exhaled a ring of smoke, remained motionless, neither attacking nor defending, just waiting for the sky-shattering strike to fall.
"What is he planning to do?"
Countless people were puzzled.
"Since you seek death, I will not hold back!"
Long Yuntian’s killing intent surged as he imagined Ye Qingfeng falling, defeated by his own arrogance.
"Boom!"
Long Yuntian’s crushing Killing Fist slammed down, hitting Ye Qingfeng’s left shoulder.
Immediately, a massive crater a hundred feet wide appeared beneath Ye Qingfeng, and the lakebed mud was imprinted with a huge fist seal.
The punch’s power was astonishing, and it landed solidly on Ye Qingfeng.
Yet, there was no smile on Long Yuntian’s face; instead, his heart was filled with fear.
The heavily struck Ye Qingfeng showed no change in expression. He looked up at Long Yuntian before him, his smile akin to both a devil and a heavenly god.
"Your full-force punch can’t even shake my body, so what will you fight me with?"
"Unfortunately, I am also a cross-training master and even stronger than you!"
With a clean smile, Ye Qingfeng faced Long Yuntian, and even with Long Yuntian’s serene temperament, he was terrified.
That punch carried incredible force, one that even Kuang Gang wouldn’t dare withstand with his body.
But Ye Qingfeng stood firm, taking the punch without a scratch.
How could Long Yuntian have known that Ye Qingfeng had an Ice Skin, Jade Bone, silver blood, and Golden Eyes, only lacking the Taoist Body?
In the Cultivation World, few have cultivated to such a level.
How could a mundane mortal martial artist like Long Yuntian break it?
"This is impossible!"
A voice in Long Yuntian’s mind screamed: Could there really be someone in this world who could withstand his full-force punch with just physical strength?
The numerous watching martial artists were stunned; the Tai Chi Sect elder’s one remaining eye was wide open, unable to understand whether Ye Qingfeng was human or god.
How could they know that Ye Qingfeng’s Void Cauldron Immortal Technique was constantly enhancing his body, infusing Spiritual Power throughout his entire being, refining his physique.
Even techniques like the Golden Bell Shield and Undamaged Divine Skill were trash before him.
His body at this moment could withstand heavy sniper rifles, rockets, and high-explosive grenades without harm.
Although Long Yuntian’s Fist Power was no weaker than these weapons, it still couldn’t breach Ye Qingfeng’s defense.
"I said, defeating you requires just one hand!"
As soon as Ye Qingfeng finished his words, Long Yuntian, filled with fear, tried to retreat, but before he could exert any force, a hand already gripped his arm.
A powerful force came, and Long Yuntian instinctively wanted to break free, but the hand was like an iron clamp defying heaven, holding him firmly beyond escape, no matter how he struggled.
Ye Qingfeng grabbed Long Yuntian with one hand, leaping a hundred feet into the air.
He spun in mid-air, his arm dancing wildly, and Long Yuntian was involuntarily spun around by the irresistible strength.
Ye Qingfeng spun faster and faster, turned sideways toward the lake’s surface, then flung with great force.
"Boom!"
A shadow, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, crashed into the water, creating waves on both sides as it sank heavily to the lakebed.
The lake’s surface rippled, waves rolling, while Ye Qingfeng descended slowly, his gaze icy.
The watching crowd was left speechless; earlier, the two were evenly matched, but now Long Yuntian was completely crushed by Ye Qingfeng.
This swing, containing the supreme strength of Ye Qingfeng’s body, hurled Long Yuntian into the silt at the lake’s bottom, leaving him unseen.
Ye Qingfeng leisurely savored the battle, as if he was not the one in a duel.
"This guy is a monster among monsters!"
The bald elder of the Xingyi Sect had an extremely serious look, even feeling a sense of fear.
"Boom!"
Water suddenly splashed up, and a figure shot out in a sorry state—it was Long Yuntian.
At this moment, covered in silt, with fresh blood at the corner of his mouth and cut marks on his back.
He stood a hundred feet away from Ye Qingfeng, his heart filled with terror. This helpless feeling was a first in his life, even twenty years ago when battling Kuang Gang, he wasn’t this passive.
"Mr. Ye!"
Long Yuntian clenched his fists, and a cracking sound echoed from his bones; his body shrunk back to its original size from its small giant form.
"You are indeed extraordinarily talented, no wonder you’re so arrogant!" Killing intent surged again in his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "It seems I must use the ultimate killing move I’ve recently comprehended to defeat you today."
Though injured, Long Yuntian’s momentum didn’t diminish much.
"I originally saved this move to deal with War King Warriors, but I didn’t expect to use it on you today. That works too, using this move to slay a genius martial artist would not waste my twenty years of endless nightly cultivation!"
"Does Long Yuntian still have a trump card?"
Upon hearing Long Yuntian’s words, hope rose among the martial artists. Long Yuntian, being a top martial artist, even in a disadvantageous position, still had a final killing move to use.
Knowing that he referred to it as an ultimate killing move indicates its formidable nature.
Ye Qingfeng became interested, surprised that Long Yuntian still held a trump card.
"No matter what skills you possess, show them all. No matter what you do, my words still stand; I will only use one hand!"
Ye Qingfeng still extended his right hand, his expression unchanged.
"Hmph, arrogant!"
Long Yuntian snorted coldly and leapt up again.
A loud shout echoed through the heavens.
"Snow Cellar Ice Sky!"
With both hands pushing out, a tangible chill shot from his palms, directly contacting the lake surface.
In an instant, the world changed, and the entire lake surface was frozen into countless ice blocks, even the water beneath where the Tai Chi Sect elder stood was frozen, immobilizing all the boats momentarily.
"What?"
Everyone was utterly shocked; Long Yuntian froze the lake surface in an instant. What kind of technique was this?
Ye Qingfeng was surrounded by ice blocks, the lake’s surface under his feet congealed, already sealing his legs.
"Mr. Ye, enjoy the last moments of your life!"
Countless chills converged from all directions, enveloping Ye Qingfeng, with the ice blocks piled layer upon layer, squeezing him in the center with no room to escape.