Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 18 - Fifth Level of Qigong

“Does staring fiercely help?”

Noticing Chen Fan’s ferocious gaze, Liao Fan smiled coldly, revealing a look of disdain.

Liao Fan deftly tapped his sword, producing a crisp sound and making the bloodstains fly off. Under the sunlight, the sword gleamed with a cold shine.

“You possess neither a weapon nor a powerful cultivation. While your martial skill is powerful, you can’t hurt me with it. What can you fight me with? I advise you to act sensibly and surrender the cultivation technique and martial skill you obtained. In return, I’ll grant you a quick death with my sword, saving you from more suffering," Liao Fan said, his smile filled with coldness.

“Ptooi! You can forget about getting them even if I have to die!” Chen Fan glared at Liao Fan fiercely, spitting out a bloody phlegm.

“So stubborn. I wonder if your bones are equally unyielding.” Liao Fan's eyes gleamed with a grim light. He swung his sword, and a sharp wind blade flew toward Chen Fan like a real sword.

Bang!

Chen Fan shattered the wind blade with a palm and charged at Liao Fan with a ferocious gaze. His primeval qi surged, spreading outward; Liao Fan’s pupils contracted. He didn’t expect Chen Fan’s primeval to be this thick and robust.

Chen Fan’s palm wind whistled, making the air tremble. He moved like a starving tiger hunting a sheep. His hips, waist, limbs, and spine moved in perfect harmony, akin to a fully drawn bow, launching a relentless assault on Liao Fan.

He didn’t stop unleashing Vajra Seals and Chakravarti Seals in the meanwhile. The space blossomed with golden light, and the air surged like waves, layer after layer, resembling a towering mountain as it darted toward Liao Fan.

Chen Fan was going all out and only had let five words remaining in his head. Fight with everything you have!

He would die if he didn’t fight like there was no tomorrow!

“Damn it!”

Liao Fan’s pupils shrunk, shaken by Chen Fan’s reckless way of fighting.

Although he was stronger than Chen Fan, the latter was fighting like he didn’t care for his life. His punches and kicks were like the wind, his momentum fierce like a storm, focusing solely on offense and neglecting defense, seemingly willing to exchange injury for injury.

Liao Fan could pierce Chen Fan’s flesh with his sword. Although the wound was deep, it still failed to claim Chen Fan's life. Meanwhile, Chen Fan’s Vajra Seals and Chakravarti Seals were incredibly powerful. His flesh wasn’t as tough as Chen Fan’s, so a single attack left him coughing up blood.

“I don’t believe your primeval qi is thicker than mine! I’ll play the long game with you. We shall see how you fare when your primeval qi is depleted!”

A cold light flashed in Liao Fan’s eyes. Facing Chen Fan’s desperate bombardment, he moved his sword like performing a graceful dance, enveloping himself in sword light tinged with purple threads of electricity. The light swirled in the air, forming a vast net, as Liao Fan aimed to wear down Chen Fan over time.

Chen Fan’s gaze was cold and ferocious. He never even considered the consumption of primeval qi. All that mattered to him was to continue attacking as if he would not relent until he beat Liao Fan to death.

It seemed like he couldn’t live until he had turned into a crazy demon! contemporary romance

Chen Fan's mind devoid of any thoughts other than unleashing one skill after another

Unbeknownst to him, his Chakravarti Seal was rapidly improving, relentlessly shattering the layers of sword light surrounding Liao Fan.

“Curses! Is this little bastard’s martial skill about to make another breakthrough? It is becoming increasingly stronger!” Liao Fan naturally felt the difference and was shocked.

Under this relentless assault, Chen Fan's primeval qi in his dantian was also rapidly depleting. No matter how thick his primeval qi was, it could not sustain such intense consumption, weakening his attacks.

“Haha, little bastard, your primeval must be drying up. You’re done for!” Liao Fan laughed out loud. He had sensed Chen Fan’s strikes growing weaker, and the once surging primeval qi within him now seemed weak, indicating its depletion.

“Heaven Seizing Art!” Chen Fan roared. The Heaven Seizing Art suddenly spun with great intensity and madness.

Normally, when a martial artist cultivated, they required a serene environment to activate their cultivation technique and absorb the primeval qi of heaven and earth. Even the slightest mistake in the circulation path could prove fatal to the martial artist.

However, Chen Fan didn’t have the luxury to worry about all that. The primeval qi in his dantian was on the verge of complete exhaustion, and he needed to find a way to replenish it. Liao Fan would never allow him to absorb the qi in the primeval stones, so he could only risk activating the Heaven Seizing Art in such an intense situation, plundering the primeval qi in heaven and earth.

Boom, boom!

The space began to tremble violently like a level twelve typhoon was blowing. The surrounding trees swayed, the leaves clattered, and rocks and sand were swept up, creating a cacophony of noise.

Liao Fan witnessed a funnel-shaped vortex forming above Chen Fan's head, drawing in pure heaven and earth primeval qi. Huge amounts of heaven and earth primeval qi poured into Chen Fan.

“A martial phenomenon! Heavens, what kind of fortuitous encounter did you encounter? And what kind of qi cultivation technique is this? Earth tier? Heaven tier?! o actually manifest a martial phenomenon... this is incredible, too incredible!”

Liao Fan looked incredibly shocked. This scene shook his soul. His throat went dry, and his eyes burned with the fires of greed.

“It’s no wonder your cultivation has skyrocketed in such a short time. This qi cultivation technique is your greatest stroke of luck! Mine, I must obtain this! With this qi cultivation technique, I can look forward to advancing to the Qi Ancestor, Yuanfu, or even the Core Formation realm!

Liao Fan’s gaze trembled, and even his voice shook slightly.

“I can’t let him continue this. He’s only a step away from the fifth level. If he manages to break through, I won't be able to defeat him later, and this incredible opportunity will slip away from me!”

Liao Fan calmed his agitated mind, but his heart still thumped violently, pumping large amounts of hot blood and making his face flushed.

“Die!”

Liao Fan stepped forth and thrust his sword at Chen Fan’s dantian.

It was the simplest and most vicious method—to cripple Chen Fan’s cultivation and then force this terrifying cultivation technique’s passages out of him with torture and interrogation.

“Devour!”

At this moment, Chen Fan was also at the final hurdle. Working the Heaven Seizing Art to the extreme, the terrifyingly crazy suction drew all the heaven and earth primeval qi within a ten-mile radius to this location, pouring it into him.

Chen Fan could sense the primeval qi in his dantian replenishing rapidly and constantly expanding. He was already a step into the fifth level of the Qigong realm; he just needed to take that final step.

“Get lost!”

Chen Fan roared furiously, splitting his attention into two. He unleashed powerful punches and threw Vajra and Chakravarti seals to stop Liao Fan, buying himself more time. He needed just a little more time.

“Break for me!” Liao Fan roared as well. Sword light flashed like a rainbow, electricity coiling around them. His sword was like an electric python, tearing through the starry skies and slashing the seals, aiming to annihilate everything in its path.

Bang bang bang...

Chen Fan’s attacks were destroyed almost instantly. With no obstacles left, the icy cold sword light aimed for Chen Fan's dantian, and a savage smile appeared on Liao Fan's face.

“Haah!”

However, Chen Fan roared just as Liao Fan’s sword pierced his skin. His aura erupted violently like a volcano.

A terrifying wave of air rushed out from Chen Fan's center, resembling a tsunami, crushing rocks and reducing them to powder wherever it passed.

Crash!

Clang!

The violent wave of air collided with Liao Fan, making him feel as if a wild elephant had charged into him. He was sent flying more than ten meters back like a bird with clipped wings, his sword falling to the ground.

“Fifth level!”

Liao Fan exclaimed in shock. Half-lying on the ground, he supported his body with one hand, his expression filled with horror as he looked at Chen Fan.

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