Perfect World

Chapter 38 - A Confrontation of Precious Techniques

"To force me to actually use my precious technique!" Jiao Peng muttered as blood congested, reddening and distorting his face. Being repeatedly suppressed irritated him, making it was simply unbearable.

He was an untamable person and also a genius from a huge clan. His name was known in a vast circumference of over 50 thousand li. To be defeated in a mountain village, it was truly too shameful and humiliating.

Things had already reached such a point, so Shi Hao did not want to talk any further and only wanted to battle.

"Jiao Peng, are you okay? You were knocked away several times and now you're in rage from being humiliated?" Zishan Kun strode over. Although he was taunting Jiao Peng, he had a cold glint in his eyes as he stared towards the little guy. His precious bow was destroyed, making him feel rather uncomfortable. He was prepared to take action at any time.

"You want to fight us three by yourself? You overestimate your abilities!" Lei Mingyuan stood at the side as he smiled coldly out of the corner of his mouth. "Just because your body is strong, it doesn't mean anything. In this world, precious techniques are the strongest things. Without the backing of divine abilities and only relying on your corporeal strength, how far can you go?

The little guy did not say anything and only stared at them. He then turned his head towards the group of experts and said towards the elderly man from Heavenly Cloud Palace, "I request grandfather to bear witness and judge who is strong and who is weak."

Everyone was amazed. This little kid was truly clever and saw who was the strongest amongst them. He spoke towards the elderly man holding the Snow Feather and spoke in such a way to fairly administer and judge the fight.

Buzz!

This time, it was the little guy who took initiative. He first charged towards Zishan Kun, who held dense enmity towards him and reached out his hand. His fingers shined like a crystal of divine jade.

"Good, let me try and have a taste of just how powerful your body is!"

He was known as a genius since he was young. Zishan Kun was always proud and arrogant. He side-stepped back a few steps to dodge Shi Hao's sharp strike. As the strength in his opponent's palm nearly faded, he ferociously brandished his palm to counterattack.

Although he wanted to measure how strong the little guy's flesh was, he wasn't reckless. Seeing Jiao Peng suffer such a tragedy, he decided to use cheap tricks while fighting.

However, the little guy did not have a fighting style. Growing up in the desolate lands, he did not learn any proper killing styles. He killed ferocious beasts and vicious birds using the most primitive methods. As his strength was fading, he lowered his entire body and kicked his right leg forward like lightning. Like a scorpion arming its tail, his attack was fast and powerful.

Zishan Kun was shocked. This type of fighting style would only be learned after they grew up a bit. Their seniors have always told them that a style only set them on a path, and that a true fight to the death would have a thousand variations; life and death was decided in an instant.

He rapidly dodged as that attack almost struck his skull. It continued sweeping towards his chest, and Zishan Kun used all his strength to block the attack with his palm.

Boom!

Like a fierce rhinoceros colliding against a cliff, a rumbling noise loudly sounded, sending rocks and sand into the air as dust and smoke filled the skies.

Zishan Kun's felt an acute pain within his palm, as if something was fractured. If not for the ring on his thumb shining and mitigating some of that terrifying force, his arm would have most likely snapped off.