Joy of Life

Chapter 745: The Rainbow In The 12th Year Of The Qing Calendar (3)The Qing Emperor’s fist was always so steady and powerful, and filled with the air of a ruler. It easily broke through all obstructions in front of him just as he had often done in his life.

In this land, in its decades of history, there were not many people who could survive an attack by the Qing Emperor. Sigu Jian, that old creature, had been heavily injured and had only managed to hang on to life thanks to Fei Jie’s miraculous poison. Fan Xian had depended on the magic left to him by Ku He to fly back dozens of feet in an incredible display of bodily movement, surprising the Qing Emperor and forcefully dodging the terrifying strength contained in the punch.

Wu Zhu did not dodge this attack. He stoically endured the boundless zhenqi in the Qing Emperor’s body crashing into him. A piece of his chest collapsed, but he did not fall. If the highest realm in the world was that of a Great Grandmaster, and if the only flaw of a Great Grandmaster was that they still had flesh bodies like a mortal, then Wu Zhu clearly did not have this flaw. His body was definitely the most powerful of the Great Grandmasters.

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He just stood again and moved closer toward the Qing Emperor across the wet ground.

Once again, he approached the Qing Emperor. The black cloth on his face had not moved at all. The metal rod in his hands swung through the air without sound because it was too quick. The people could not see what was happening on the stone steps or hear any sound.

The Emperor did not retreat. A faint gray light flashed through his eyes. His feet were planted firmly on the stone steps, filled with the same boundless Tyrannical qi and confidence as he when he was in Hanging Temple. In his life, no matter what enemy he faced, he had never retreated even half a step.

He launched another punch that emanated a faint light like a piece of jade. It instantly steamed away all of the moisture in the air and crashed firmly into Wu Zhu’s abdomen.

However, Wu Zhu’s metal rod was like a streak of clear light that fell from heaven, completely unstoppable and incredible, striking ruthlessly onto the Qing Emperor’s left shoulder.

For warriors who had reached a realm such as theirs, in the last battle of their lives, they had long tossed aside all facades and techniques. It came down to the words “true strength.” Strength was within the manner of their bodies while pureness touched on the realm of the true. Just as Master Ku He’s Grandmaster said in the Adages of Old, “Take off your clothes and go!”

A duel between two extraordinary warriors was only the coldest, most indifferent, and simplest form of art. Stripped away of all external things, one just stood naked like a primal man in the snow, by a volcano, or in the group of beasts on the grasslands, putting into practice the most perfect killing technique.

The Emperor’s left shoulder chattered with a crack. Blood seeped out between his lips, but his cold eyes were only focused on Wu Zhu’s figure, which was flying further and further away.

Wu Zhu was once again sent flying by the Emperor’s punch. At this time, his leg was broken and body crippled. His supernatural powers of calculation no longer had the support of his body’s powerful ability to carry them out. He could not avoid the Emperor’s fist, which broke the boundaries of time and space.

Wu Zhu’s body, bent into a crescent shape, flew back quickly through the light rain that was about to stop. The cold wind made his clothing flutter loudly. With a slap, his feet landed on the ground. He slid back across the wet ground for a few feet before barely coming to a stop. However, his left leg could not stand, so he almost fell to the ground.

After taking this punch head-on, Wu Zhu did not fall to the ground. On the contrary, his condition seemed better than before. The confidence and powerful light that appeared on the Emperor’s face, as well as Wu Zhu’s slightly lowered head, seemed to indicate a different conclusion.

Wu Zhu, standing quietly in a pool of blood in front of Taiji Palace, lowered his head to look at his own abdomen. He was silent for a long time.

Before the Emperor’s fist landed against his abdomen, Wu Zhu had put his left hand in front. Thus, the Emperor’s fist had actually struck his palm and then his abdomen.