Chapter 401: A Senior Who Only Knows How to Play the Erhu

Indeed, Zhen Yan erupted with an aura only equivalent to a Great Martial Grandmaster, at the pinnacle of that realm, matching Boss Fang’s tier precisely.

With a sneer, he fell into a fighting stance as a cluster of crimson flames enveloped both his fists: "A martial artist, is it? Then I shall engage you in close-quarters combat."

A layer of searing, high-temperature flame leaped from Zhen Yan’s hands, and soon, the surrounding air became stiflingly hot, wave after wave of heat sweeping outward as if to roast everything to cinders!

Noticing the astonished expressions on the faces of the onlookers, Zhen Yan finally showed a hint of smugness: "These people from the Desolate Sea Realm truly have seen nothing of the world. Even without the aid of spells, my Flame Bite could probably allow me to leap tiers and defeat the cultivators here!"

Yet at that exact moment, Boss Fang was seen slowly raising his right hand, cupping a single, pure crimson flame within his palm.

When this cluster of flame emerged, it was not flamboyant like his opponent's; in fact, it was difficult to even sense any thermal influence in the surrounding air.

"The Orochinagi!?" Many spectators in the crowd had already cried out in surprise.

"But why does the Boss’s Orochinagi feel like it has no power at all?!" Song Qingfeng asked in bewilderment.

The corner of Zhen Yan’s mouth curled slightly: "You brought this upon yourself!"

With a furious roar: "Flame Bite!"

A burst of explosive fire surged up like a wild torrent, and subsequently, in mid-air, it transformed into a flame-patterned wyrm of blazing fire, opening its bloody maw as it bit down toward Fang Qi!

And only now did Fang Qi’s arm lazily swing forward.

"Foolish." Jiang Xuan shook his head. What kind of Orochinagi, what strange name was that? From the looks of it, it could not withstand a single blow.

The flame within his palm swept forward along with Fang Qi’s arm. The stray, casual slivers of heat that leaked out suddenly caused Jiang Xuan’s expression to change drastically!

Fang Qi’s cultivation path differed from that of others. It was primarily based on obtaining pure cultivation through playing games, as well as syncing with various characters in the movie and game cultivation rooms. As for cultivating by himself...

His training during regular times when he wasn't playing games was merely used to adjust his own body. Given his natural talent, if he wanted to cultivate normally like everyone else, it was clearly inferior to simply playing more games.

And this extremely pure power, refined with the assistance of the system, could theoretically adapt to any change in nature, though it still required synchronized practice to possess sufficient might.

But clearly, as a Boss Fang who intended to take the martial artist route, he had absolutely put in grueling effort regarding close-quarters combat, let alone the Orochinagi.

The reason the temperature of the crimson flame could not be felt nearby was because all of its heat was concentrated entirely within Fang Qi’s palm!

"Do not hold back!" Jiang Xuan hurriedly barked, offering a warning.

Confronting such a technique while maintaining strength at the same tier and still wanting to hold back was virtually no different from seeking death!

"What?!" Zhen Yan’s face darkened, and the wyrm before him suddenly grew even more vibrant, as if it had come alive. With a roar, it crashed violently against the curtain of fire thrust out by Fang Qi.

As the two scorching currents of fire collided, only then did the Orochinagi manifest its extremely searing, high temperature, and the ground beneath their feet began to melt under the intense heat!

Zhen Yan felt only a violent wave of heat strike his face, nearly scorching his eyebrows and hair to a crisp.

Amidst the heatwave that had torn straight through the Flame Bite and was now relentlessly sweeping forward, Zhen Yan retreated repeatedly. Had his own true strength not exceeded the Great Martial Grandmaster realm by too much, he would have likely been wounded on the spot!

"Boss! Keep it up!" Jiang Xiaoyue, standing to the side, clapped her hands repeatedly and cheered, "First an Orochinagi, then follow it up with the Final Secret Method: Mu-Shiki!"

"Are you looking down on me?!" Song Qingfeng, standing beside her, mimicked the posture of Mu-Shiki and bellowed, "How handsome!"

Boss Fang: "..."

"Sir, you still have a ultimate move?" At this moment, Zhen Yan’s expression finally turned solemn. "I truly did not expect, did not expect that in the Desolate Sea Realm, there would be a youth like you."

He let out a sneer and shook his head: "But since I have spoken the words, if I were to lose to a youth from this Desolate Sea Realm, wouldn't that be far too embarrassing?"

"Watch closely!" He bellowed, "Next, I shall use a divine power to deal with you, just so you know that the gap between us is insurmountable!"

Boss Fang: "Uh... Actually, I understand that."

"No, you do not understand yet." Zhen Yan shook his head. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be making this futile struggle."

Zhen Yan brought his hands together before his chest, forming one strange hand seal after another.

The sky behind him suddenly darkened, and faintly, it was as if everyone could hear the sound of ocean torrents echoing from an extremely distant place.

That sound traveled from afar to near, and subsequently, behind him, it was as though wild torrents were surging, shocking waves crashing against the shore.

It felt as if what lay behind him was not the sky, but a deep and dark abyss.

Immediately after, the phantom of a black dragon leaped up from the wild torrents and furious waves behind him, soaring straight into the clouds!

The True Dragon Form!

"Admit defeat!" A black wind swept wildly across the earth, Zhen Yan’s wild laughter drowned out by the rumbling thunder rolling across the sky. Heavy drops of rain began to fall, as if a true dragon were soaring through the air, gathering clouds and summoning rain.

That terrifying pressure, that dreadful aura originating from the absolute top of the food chain, caused everyone present to involuntarily feel a pang of heart palpitations!

"This stance of mine originates from a sliver of divine power intent deep within ancient bloodlines. Though I have only comprehended a fraction of it, ordinary cultivators, even if they are a whole major tier higher, can absolutely never resist it!" A beast-like indifference gleamed in Zhen Yan’s eyes. "Do you see the gap between us clearly now?"

"About that..."

With his hands tucked in his pockets, a surge of sword intent soared from Boss Fang straight into the sky!

Boss Fang’s eyes were indifferent, as though he, along with that sword intent, had transformed into a supreme heavenly sword!

"This sword intent was comprehended by me from a senior who only knows how to play the erhu. Though it is only a sliver..." Boss Fang spoke, "But ordinary cultivators might find it a bit difficult to even wield a weapon in front of me."

Zhen Yan: "!!??"

A senior who only knows how to play the erhu?! What kind of ghost thing was that?!

Jiang Xiaoyue was also entirely mystified: "What senior who only knows how to play the erhu? How come I’ve never seen him?"

Nalan Mingxue: "Haven't you noticed? Senior Wuming seems to love hiding at home to play the erhu when he's at ten-tenths of his power, and only enters the world when he's at one-tenth power. Could the Boss be talking about..."

"Heavenly Sword, Wuming." Su Tianji nodded. "This sword intent, it should be!"

The moment her words fell, a dense, crowded canopy of sword phantoms suddenly appeared above the sky.

It was like a celestial shroud of swords!

Not only that, but even across such a distance, one could feel that every single sword contained an incomparably immense sword intent within it.

What was even more terrifying was that the sword intent radiating from this youth gave him the illusion that it could slice even the heavens in half!

If such an attack were to fall, let alone Zhen Yan currently deploying power at the Great Martial Grandmaster level, even if he exerted his full strength, attempting to receive it would likely be grueling.

"Impossible!" Zhen Yan absolutely refused to believe that the martial artists of the Desolate Sea Realm could actually be this formidable!

"Bluffing!" He snorted coldly. "I shall see how long you can keep up this bluff!"

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

The moment his voice fell, countless flying swords poured down like a torrential storm, that silver-bright sword light resembling a river of swords cascading from the heavens!

Countless flying swords whistled past his ears. That incredibly realistic sensation, that soul-shaking waterfall of swords, left not only him but even Jiang Xuan staring completely dumbfounded.

This was a martial artist of the Desolate Sea Realm?!

They suddenly felt a sensation: had they perhaps come to the wrong place?!