Chapter 1606: 1703: Finally Injured

Chapter 1606: Chapter 1703: Finally Injured

Once Heaven Step was unleashed, all of Ying Tianzheng’s offensive moves were instantly neutralized, and he was sent flying backward by a massive force.

Ying Tianzheng’s face grew somewhat pale, the power of Heaven Step causing turmoil in his qi and blood, especially causing discomfort amongst his viscera.

However, Ying Tianzheng possessed the cultivation of the Minor Longevity Realm, and had even reached the mid-phase of Minor Longevity, far stronger than the Crown Prince of Tang Country, Li Jianwu.

Moreover, Fang Lin had not exerted his full strength, so although Ying Tianzheng suffered some internal injuries, they didn’t significantly hinder him. His vital energies circulated within, largely dissipating the damages.

But Fang Lin’s Heaven Step move had instilled deep doubt and astonishment in Ying Tianzheng’s heart; he had never imagined Fang Lin could execute martial arts from the Seven Seas Confucian Sect.

“You can actually execute the martial arts of the Confucian Sect? Where did you learn them?” Ying Tianzheng asked with a cold voice.

With a smile in his eyes, Fang Lin looked at Ying Tianzheng: “Crown Prince, would you like to learn? If you would, I can teach you.”

Hearing this, Ying Tianzheng’s face turned even uglier with anger; Fang Lin’s casual words seemed to him a pure insult.

Atop Tang Tower, various influential figures were surprised to see Fang Lin execute the Confucian Sect’s astonishing Heaven Step martial arts. The expressions were mixed, with many showing shock and an even greater number harboring suspicion.

“Why is Fang Lin able to execute the Confucian Sect’s martial arts? Isn’t that a bit too strange?” said the head of a prominent family with a furrowed brow.

“Indeed suspicious. The three sects are extremely strict with their martial arts and do not disseminate them lightly. To this day, the martial arts of the three sect we in the Nine Countries have learned are merely the tip of the iceberg,” another sect leader commented.

“Could it be that Fang Lin…” someone tentatively began, only to be met with several sharp glares, prompting the speaker to immediately shut their mouth, not daring to continue.

However, what he wanted to say was clear to everyone present. He implied whether Fang Lin could be a spy from the three sects, or if Fang Lin had secretly joined the three sects? Otherwise, how could he know the Confucian Sect’s martial arts?

Yet, such speculation was laughable. If Fang Lin really belonged to the three sects, then why would he showcase their martial arts in front of everyone? Isn’t that nonsensical?

If he were truly from the three sects, Fang Lin would certainly keep the martial arts he knew hidden and not let anyone catch a whiff of it. To use them as openly and carelessly as he did would be asking for trouble.

Therefore, the possibility of Fang Lin being from the three sects was almost non-existent. Moreover, Fang Lin was known for defeating a Pill Refiner from the Taoist Sect and saved face for the Pill Alliance. It seemed impossible for him to join the three sects.

“Perhaps Fang Lin gained the opportunity to learn the martial arts of the three sects through other means; this is not important,” stated the Tang Emperor.

Everyone nodded in agreement and stopped discussing the topic. Yet, some still pondered in their hearts, even considering asking Fang Lin to reveal the martial arts of the three sects he knew so more people could learn them. In doing so, they would have a greater advantage in opposing the three sects in the future.

However, facing Fang Lin now, Ying Tianzheng no longer had the confidence he possessed at the start of the fight.

There was no helping it, as the strength displayed by Fang Lin made Ying Tianzheng somewhat incredulous, he even wondered how much strength Fang Lin had actually used.

If Fang Lin had not even been fighting with all his might until now, then it would be truly hard for Ying Tianzheng to accept.

“Crown Prince, shall we continue?” Fang Lin said with a smile, his tone free of mockery or ridicule, but Ying Tianzheng still felt as if Fang Lin was making fun of him, anger rising within him.

“The battle is not yet decided, of course we must continue!” Ying Tianzheng shouted. In a sudden motion, he slapped his Nine Palace Bag, and a black spear appeared in his hand.

The black spear was clearly extraordinary at first glance, especially the spear tip which emitted specks of strange light, akin to twinkling stars.

Everyone in the imperial family of Qing Nation is aware that the weapon of Crown Prince Ying Tianzheng is forged from The Stone from Outer-Space, reputed to be indestructible.

This spear is nameless because Ying Tianzheng dislikes naming his weapons, considering it too troublesome; besides, weapons are meant for killing, so what use is a name?

On the other hand, other members of the Qing imperial family like to refer to this spear as Rakshasa.

That’s because Ying Tianzheng has used this spear to kill countless people, and those who died under it were almost all renowned figures.

According to Ying Tianzheng himself, no one without a name dies beneath his spear!

Now, Ying Tianzheng has drawn the Rakshasa Spear, indicating he intends to use all his strength to defeat Fang Lin, considering him an opponent worth going all out against.

If not a formidable opponent, why else would Crown Prince Ying Tianzheng draw the Rakshasa Spear?

Fang Lin examines the black spear in Ying Tianzheng’s hand with interest and asks, “This spear seems quite nice, what’s its name?”

Ying Tianzheng snorts coldly, “It has no name.”

Hearing this, Fang Lin smiles and says, “That won’t do, it’s after all the weapon of Crown Prince. How can it not have a name? How about I give it one for you? Seeing as the spear is dark and slick, how about calling it Fire-Poking Stick?”

Ying Tianzheng’s face twitches, his expression becoming unsightly, Fire-Poking Stick? How could my beloved weapon, as the distinguished Crown Prince of Qing, possibly be called Fire-Poking Stick? That’s simply an insult!

“You’re courting death!” Ying Tianzheng bellows, charging at Fang Lin with the black spear in hand.

This move reveals the depth of Ying Tianzheng’s spear skills; he seems to meld with the black spear as one, inseparable, as if he himself is part of the spear.

Spears are normally more difficult to master than ordinary weapons, and anyone who excels at using them usually has their own unique set of skills.

Ying Tianzheng is no exception, his spearing attack, although not extremely fast, gave Fang Lin a peculiar feeling of impossibility to dodge or defend against.

It seems as if the spear could suddenly thrust towards any part of Fang Lin’s body, making its path and direction completely unpredictable.

Fang Lin’s eyes brighten, it appears this Crown Prince of Qing Nation is truly adept at spear techniques, even this single move is remarkably exquisite.

“Well done!” Fang Lin laughs loudly, quietly extending a finger.

Just as Fang Lin’s finger makes contact with the incoming black spear, the tip of the spear collides with his fingertip.

The momentum of Ying Tianzheng’s charge grinds to a halt, unable to advance the spear even a fraction further, no matter how much he summons his strength, the spear remains unmoved.

And on Fang Lin’s fingertip, drops of blood begin to emerge, falling to the ground below.

Ying Tianzheng sneers, finally managing to injure and draw blood from Fang Lin after engaging. Although the wound seems minor, it shows Ying Tianzheng that Fang Lin is not invulnerable, but flesh and blood like any other.

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