One Hundred and Twenty-eight Palms

Tang San was deeply alarmed. This person was about his age, yet his strength could not be underestimated. Without even activating his Soul Power, he had actually fought Tang San to a draw. It left Tang San extremely displeased.

Setting aside this person's intentions, his ruthless attacks alone showed that he was no good.

Tang San nodded. "That's right. I'm Tang San."

Yu Xiaofeng's emotions were equally turbulent. He had suppressed his cultivation level to duel Tang San. Though he had launched a sneak attack, he knew Tang San still had his Hidden Arm Bolt unused.

He could not use Soul Power now, so he could only rely on the Eight Trigram Palm and take a gamble.

He knew very well that the coming battle could not be won with the Eight Trigram Palm alone. He had to integrate Soul Power into it and unleash the palm technique's original power, or he was bound to lose.

"Tang Sect's Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track is nothing special."

Yu Xiaofeng spoke disdainfully.

At those words, Tang San's anger surged. He was now certain that the person before him was also a transmigrator like himself. Suppressing his rage, Tang San said, "The Eight Trigram Palm of the Eight Trigram Sect requires diagrams as well. I never expected it to have deteriorated into such trash in your generation."

Yu Xiaofeng sneered mockingly. "You really are ignorant. Damn it, what I used was the ultimate technique of Konoha's orthodox Hyuga Clan—Eight Trigrams Palm: Heavenly Rotation. With that IQ of yours, you're a match for Patrick Star."

"Hahaha!"

Though Tang San did not understand Konoha, Hyuga, or Patrick Star, he knew Yu Xiaofeng was not saying anything nice. He immediately snapped, "Then have a taste of our Tang Sect's ultimate technique—Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon!"

Yu Xiaofeng mocked, "Use your Mysterious Heaven Treasure Mirror too. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't accept your defeat. And those Hidden Arm Bolts or whatever."

Tang San's heart jolted. He had transmigrated here, and these were all his secrets. Yet this ghost-faced youth knew so many of them. How could he be allowed to live?

As soon as he assumed the stance of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, he charged straight at Yu Xiaofeng.

Yu Xiaofeng neither dodged nor retreated, assuming a stance as well. As he circulated his Soul Power, Tang San had already closed in. Tang San sneered. "First Soul Skill, Entangling."

Countless Blue Silver Grass blades rose from the ground, instantly binding Yu Xiaofeng's feet tightly.

Tang San's crane hand was less than half an inch from Yu Xiaofeng's eyes. At that critical moment, Yu Xiaofeng struck.

"Eight Trigrams: Four Palms!"

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

His attacks were as fast as lightning. His arms, brimming with powerful Soul Power, struck Tang San's wrist, right arm, lower abdomen, and shoulder in an instant.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four dull thuds rang out across the field. Tang San gave a muffled groan and flew backward. As his body was sent flying, he thrust his right arm forward, revealing a concealed weapon on it.

Yu Xiaofeng sneered. "A Hidden Arm Bolt?"

Tang San said coldly, "That's right. Die."

The mechanism activated, and the arrow shot straight forward. A green glow flickered over the sharp projectile, whose blade-like tip tore through the air with a sonic boom. In the blink of an eye, the Hidden Arm Bolt had reached within half a meter of Yu Xiaofeng.

There was a trace of disdain in Yu Xiaofeng's eyes. It had been one thing before they exchanged blows, but now he understood clearly: his Rebirth Eye Martial Soul was absurdly overpowered. Combined with the Eight Trigram Palm, even if Tang San brought out the Clear Sky Hammer, Yu Xiaofeng was confident he could defeat him.

Don't tell me I'm bullying a child with my age. Damn right I'm bullying him, so what? Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy him. If I weren't afraid that affecting history's timeline would affect me, I'd slap this brat to death right now.

"Eight Trigram Palm: Mountain Splitting Strike!"

Yu Xiaofeng roared and fiercely slapped his right hand toward the arrow. His powerful Soul Power formed an umbrella-shaped shockwave that instantly knocked the arrow away. The moment he exerted force with his feet, the Blue Silver Grass turned to nothing.

In the distance, Grandmaster's eyes widened as he stared at the ghost-faced youth in shock. "I never expected such a terrifying palm technique to exist in this world. Spirit Hall truly has profound foundations."

The moment Yu Xiaofeng attacked, Grandmaster spotted Old Wu in the distance. Old Wu's aura as a level-ninety Soul Douluo made Grandmaster certain that this youth must have come from Spirit Hall.

Old Wu watched the scene calmly and thought, Xiaofeng, what are you messing around for? Wouldn't it be better to hurry up and hunt Soul Rings? Why waste time here?

Elsewhere.

Tang San discovered in astonishment that his Soul Power had been sealed in four places. Every spot struck by the ghost-faced youth had been sealed. Fortunately, he had the Mysterious Heaven Skill, and the seals on those four places had already been broken.

He can actually seal Soul Power. This is troublesome. Even if the Mysterious Heaven Skill can break the seals, it still takes time.

As Tang San considered his options and watched Yu Xiaofeng's movements, his anger suddenly reached its limit.

Yu Xiaofeng raised his hands, twisted his waist, and swayed his hips as he said, "Ready?"

"One, two, three, four, do do do do, do do do do."

"Sway... sway..."

Yu Xiaofeng swayed his way to within three meters of Tang San. The do-do-do-do sounds echoed across the field as he raised his hand and struck at Tang San.

Furious, Tang San roared again, "First Soul Skill, Entangling!"

Yu Xiaofeng said, "Didn't your mother tell you that a second attack doesn't work on us Saint Seiya?"

"Take this! Pegasus Meteor Fist—no, Eight Trigrams: Eight Palms!"

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yu Xiaofeng was like a fierce tiger, his twin palms striking with overwhelming force. Eight consecutive palms left Tang San completely unable to fight back.

Moreover, Yu Xiaofeng's strange do-do sounds were like a curse that kept echoing through Tang San's mind.

After the eight palms, Yu Xiaofeng turned and discovered that Tang San had used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to escape his attack range. Then Tang San's Hidden Arm Bolt fired. If nothing unexpected happened, it would pierce Yu Xiaofeng's throat in a second.

Yu Xiaofeng sneered. "This move again?"

A flash of killing intent crossed Tang San's eyes as he sneered. With the Hidden Arm Bolt fired, his concealed weapons shot toward Yu Xiaofeng like a raging storm.

Yu Xiaofeng steadied himself, slowly shifting his heels as he launched his first Heavenly Rotation in actual combat against the dense barrage of concealed weapons.

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Yu Xiaofeng's palms moved without pause, his entire body spinning three hundred and sixty degrees like a top. No matter from what angle Tang San fired his concealed weapons, Yu Xiaofeng knocked them all back.

The instant Tang San exhausted his concealed weapons, Yu Xiaofeng's gaze shifted. With one foot stomping the ground, he shot before Tang San like a meteor, raised his hand, and roared, "Sixteen Palms!"

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

Tang San's entire body kept retreating. As his eyes lost focus, Yu Xiaofeng's next roar rang in his ears. "Thirty-two Palms!"

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

"Sixty-four Palms!"

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

"One Hundred and Twenty-eight Palms!"

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

The repeated dull impacts left Tang San's eyes dim and lifeless. Blood continuously flowed from his mouth. His clothes torn and tattered, Tang San suddenly turned cold-eyed and said, "My turn now, right?"