Treasured Art Duel

"Force me to use a treasured art!" Jiao Peng muttered. Blood rushed to his face, turning it crimson; his features nearly twisted with rage. Being suppressed again and again had filled him with unbearable fury. He had always been wild and unruly, and as a genius of a great clan, his name was known across fifty thousand li of vast land. Yet he had been defeated in a mountain village—an utter humiliation.

Things having come to this, little Shi Hao did not wish to say anything more. There was only battle now.

"Jiao Peng, can you even do this? You've been blasted away several times already, and now you're flying into a rage out of shame?" Zi Shan Kun strode over. Though he was mocking Jiao Peng, a cold gleam flashed deep in his eyes as he stared at Little Dot. The destruction of his treasured bow had left him deeply displeased, and he was ready to strike at any moment.

"You alone want to fight the three of us? You don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth!" Lei Mingyuan stood to one side, a cold smile curling at his lips. "A powerful body means nothing. In this world, treasured arts are the strongest. Without divine abilities, how strong can mere flesh and blood possibly become?"

Little Dot said nothing. He merely watched them, then turned toward the gathered experts and spoke to the old man from Cloud Heaven Palace. "Grandpa, please bear witness and judge us. See who is weaker and who is stronger."

Everyone was surprised. This little fellow truly was clever. He had seen that the experts harbored ill intent, while only the old man holding a snowy feather seemed somewhat protective of him. By speaking this way, he clearly wanted the old man to uphold justice.

Buzz

This time, Little Dot actually made the first move. He charged straight at Zi Shan Kun, whose hostility was equally strong, and struck out with his palm. His fingers and palm gleamed like divine jade.

"Good! Let me see just how strong your purely physical power really is!"

Though still young, Zi Shan Kun had been praised since childhood as a genius and had always been proud and arrogant. He stepped back several paces, avoiding Shi Hao's edge. When the force of Shi Hao's palm strike began to wane, he suddenly swung his own palm and met it head-on.

He wanted to test Little Dot's physical strength, but he was not reckless. Having seen Jiao Peng suffer a terrible loss, he chose a clever method for this exchange.

Yet Little Dot's moves had no fixed patterns. Raised in the Great Wilderness, he had never learned set killing techniques. Like a savage beast or fierce bird, his methods were the simplest and most direct primordial ones. Just as his force began to run out, his body suddenly dipped, while his right leg lashed backward from behind like lightning. Like a scorpion flicking its tail, it was swift and vicious!

Zi Shan Kun was startled. This sort of attack was usually taught only when they were a little older. Their elders had said that fixed forms merely led one onto the path; a true battlefield changed ten thousand ways, while life and death were decided in an instant.

He dodged quickly. That foot nearly struck his head, then swept fiercely toward his chest. Zi Shan Kun's hard-swung palm happened to meet it.

Boom!

It was like a savage rhinoceros crashing into a mountain cliff, the thunderous impact sending sand and stones flying across the ground as dust surged into the sky.

Pain exploded through Zi Shan Kun's palm as if his bones had fractured. Had the bone ring on his thumb not glowed and helped shed that terrifying force, his hand would likely have broken.

Even so, he was kicked into the air and sent flying more than ten meters before crashing to the ground with a thud. During this, Little Dot also flew out—but he had not been knocked back. He moved of his own accord, charging toward Lei Mingyuan and driving a simple, brutal punch straight at him.

"Wow, the porcelain doll is actually this fierce when he gets angry." The twin little sisters were watching the battle. Their large eyes were clear, their eyelashes long, and they possessed a rare spiritual air. Their identical lovely faces were a delight to behold.

Seeing two geniuses in succession violently sent flying by this child, Lei Mingyuan had no desire to compete in physical strength. His eyes blazed, black lightning surged from his body, and a rune appeared in his palm. Interwoven lightning crackled as he pressed forward.

Crackles rang through the air as sparks flew everywhere. Lightning surged violently there, a heart-stopping sight. A thick bolt of black lightning shot up and struck toward Shi Hao.

Little Dot was unafraid. With a slight shake of his right arm, runes immediately flared brilliantly and emerged through his arm. Divine radiance shone over his body, making him seem crystalline and fair, exceptionally tender and pale. His attack power rose sharply. Sheets of Bone Script appeared, flickering before his arm like characters forged from metal, branding themselves into the air and dissolving the lightning. With a tremendous boom, Little Dot did not pause. He swept his right leg and kicked up a huge grinding stone from the ground, sending it crashing toward Lei Mingyuan.

With a crack, Lei Mingyuan shattered it with one palm. But Little Dot had already arrived before him. He leaped into the air and stomped downward. With a violent bang, Lei Mingyuan was sent flying. Though he crossed his arms to block, he still took a heavy blow.

Little Dot possessed the divine strength of eight thousand jin with a swing of both arms, let alone with such a kick. Lei Mingyuan was like someone struck by a wild bull king. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and his glowing arms trembled violently, nearly breaking.

"That is a force-dispersing rune created by Thunder Marquis. Otherwise, those arms would have shattered!" someone exclaimed in astonishment.

In only a few moments, Little Dot had struck down three geniuses in succession and seized the upper hand. The experts of the three great clans all darkened in expression. It was truly unbelievable. A mere mountain village actually possessed such a world-shaking prodigy—he truly deserved to be called a heaven-blessed talent!

By now, it was not only Jiao Peng whose chest burned with indignation. Zi Shan Kun and Lei Mingyuan's faces had also flushed red, cold light spilling from their eyes. This was too humiliating. To be kicked away with a single foot was unbearable disgrace and shame.

Buzz

Jiao Peng's gaze turned icy. After watching, he chose to act, using a true treasured art to attack Little Dot.

An ancient character appeared in his palm, dazzling enough to light up the sky. With a boom, ferocious aura filled the air. A savage gray-brown flood dragon took form from the rune and pounced toward Little Dot.

Shi Hao did not panic. He drew his right hand through the air, and a wash of silver radiance spilled down. A moon appeared, casting brilliant rosy light as it blocked before him.

The gray flood dragon was savage and fierce, as thick as a water jar, its scales densely packed and carrying an ancient, weathered aura. It seemed to have crossed time and space from the distant antiquity to join this battle!

Boom

A silver moon revolved before Little Dot. The essence of heaven and earth surged, transforming into a vast ocean. It was as though the moon had risen from an endless sea, carrying boundless divine might as it slashed toward the gray flood dragon.

This was a duel of treasured arts. As it collided violently with the gray flood dragon, the silver moon blazed, its light scattering in every direction.

The gray flood dragon also danced across heaven and earth, twisting and tumbling as it sprayed out sheets of blazing radiance. Nearby trees and rocks continuously cracked and shattered one after another.

With a clear cry, divine light surged from the silver moon. A fierce bird rushed out from within, its form instantly swelling until it was like a cloud stretched across the sky above the battlefield, its baleful aura terrifying.

"What? That is an archaic demonic bird—is it a Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow or an Azure Sky Roc? What a powerful treasured art!" The experts from the Golden Wolf Tribe, Luofu Great Marsh, and other places were all deeply shocked.

Although Shi Hao had only displayed an embryonic form and it was not yet complete, everyone could sense that terrifying aura. This was an extraordinarily powerful treasured art.

If it could be developed even slightly more completely, it would not lose out to the clan-protecting divine abilities of Purple Mountain, the Thunder Clan, or Luofu Great Marsh. It was a primordial treasured art that could make even great clans green with envy.

Before long, everyone's gazes fixed upon the three young birds, their eyes burning. They had guessed it—this treasured art must have originated from those three mutated Azure-Scaled Eagles.

"An ancestral reversion has occurred! Fragments of the supreme imprints of an archaic demonic bird have reappeared!" someone sharply identified the root cause.

With a boom, the enormous demonic bird—whether it was a Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow or an Azure Sky Roc—dived down. Its pair of huge claws shrouded in mist seized the savage flood dragon.

With a snap, it tore hard and ripped it apart. The gray flood dragon became a stream of light and rapidly dispersed, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Since Little Dot had completed his baptism in recent days, his understanding and insight into treasured arts had deepened by the day. Only thus could he greatly increase the power of this treasured art and suppress Jiao Peng now.

At that moment, Zi Shan Kun and Lei Mingyuan moved, attacking from different directions with imposing force.

Whoosh...

The archaic demonic bird spread its wings. In an instant, it covered the sky and blanketed the earth as fierce winds rose and terrifying aura spread outward. It dove toward Zi Shan Kun, its true form obscured by hazy mist and seeming all the more terrifying for it.

Little Dot launched his offensive, using that silver moon to protect himself as he sent the archaic demonic bird soaring to meet the enemy.

Zi Shan Kun shouted. His entire body shone as purple qi shot into the sky. A purple sun flew out and rapidly expanded, within it a purple Fire Qilin raised its head and let out a long cry, flames roaring around it.

Boom

In a fierce collision, the purple Fire Qilin roared in fury and charged into the high sky to battle the archaic demonic bird. Dazzling light burst between them, like two stars crashing together, turning the surrounding lands white.

With a mournful cry, the purple Fire Qilin trembled and turned to flee. The archaic demonic bird dived down with a puff, pressing one claw onto its head and piercing it completely.

With a thunderous boom, purple flames surged into the sky. The Fire Qilin shattered, turning into streams of pure essence and light that vanished between heaven and earth.

Zi Shan Kun was shaken. He rapidly cast a technique and unleashed a treasured art for defense.

The archaic demonic bird spread its wings, transforming into a terrifying demonic cloud that packed the sky as it charged toward Lei Mingyuan.

The wind howled. Little Dot himself leaped more than thirty meters in a single bound, landing before the repelled Jiao Peng. A bright moon hung high above, spilling down hundreds upon thousands of beams of light.

"Ah!"

Jiao Peng screamed, his face full of terror. He could not defend himself. Little Dot descended through the air, and the radiance falling from the silver moon pierced through the Bone Script he had cast. Then, with a bang, Shi Hao kicked him beneath the chin, sending him tumbling through several somersaults as blood sprayed from his nose and mouth.

Little Dot landed on the ground, his eyes clear. He grabbed a stone roller weighing several hundred jin from nearby and smashed it straight down toward Jiao Peng's head.

"Ah..." Jiao Peng screamed miserably. Though his body was strong, having such a massive stone roller slammed onto his face was agony beyond endurance.

With a pfft, he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, then coughed out two broken teeth. His entire face throbbed with pain as he screamed loudly.