Having driven Old Man Ling into a corner, Li Yang was thrilled. He gripped the Divine Fork and launched himself forward, his movement technique carrying him like a fierce tiger. But he didn't charge recklessly; he kept his eyes on Old Man Ling's hands, wary of a powerful archery technique.
By now, Li Yang was only a few dozen zhang from Old Man Ling. At this distance, there was no way to use a powerful archery technique, and a bow was more hindrance than help. Old Man Ling sighed and put away his bow with a thought. Then he extended his right hand, taking a stance as if to block with his palm.
Seeing Old Man Ling put away his bow, Li Yang's heart tightened. But when he saw the palm-strike stance, he gave a cold laugh. He had heard that Buddhist Cultivation Methods included a rather formidable palm technique, but he didn't believe a palm technique alone could stop his Divine Fork.
Sure enough, as Li Yang closed in, Old Man Ling struck out with several Prajna Palms. The palm imprints carried considerable force, but Li Yang swept his Divine Fork through them and scattered them with ease. Then he leapt high into the air, the Divine Fork weaving a thousand overlapping shadows, and smashed it down.
After losing four matches in a row and being toyed with by Old Man Ling for so long, Li Yang was already seething with rage. For a moment, he forgot the rule against using excessive force. Even if he had remembered, he probably wouldn't have cared. He didn't believe he'd be punished for killing a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion. After all, he thought his strength had increased tremendously, and that he was still badly needed in the conflict between realms.
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