Chapter 38: Confrontation of Treasure Techniques

"Forcing me to use the precious technique!" Jiao Peng muttered, his face flushed red, almost distorted. Being suppressed repeatedly made him furious and unbearable.

He was originally a rebellious person and a genius of a major clan. His name was well-known within the vast area of 50,000 li. But being defeated in a mountain village was truly a great humiliation.

At this point, Little Shi Hao didn't want to say anything more to him. At this moment, only a battle could decide.

"Jiao Peng, are you okay? You've been blown away several times. Are you now ashamed and angry?" Zi Shan Kun stepped forward. Although he was taunting Jiao Peng, there was a cold light flashing in the depth of his eyes as he stared at Little Dot. The destruction of his precious bow made him very uncomfortable and he was ready to attack at any time.

"You want to fight the three of us alone? You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!" Lei Mingyuan stood aside, a cold smile curling on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Being strong physically doesn't mean anything. In this world, precious techniques are the strongest. Without divine abilities, how powerful can you be with just your flesh and blood?"

Little Dot remained silent, just stared at them, then turned to look at a group of powerful ones and spoke to the old man from Yuntian Palace: "Please, Grandpa, witness and judge to see who is weaker and who is stronger."

Everyone was surprised. This little fellow was really smart. Seeing that the powerful ones were not kind, only the old man holding a snow-white feather was somewhat protective. By speaking like this, it was obvious that he wanted him to be fair.

"Buzz"

This time, it was actually Little Dot who took the initiative to attack. He first charged towards Zi Shan Kun, who also had a strong hostility, and slapped out with one palm. The palm and fingers were lustrous and crystal-like, like divine jade.

"Come well. Let me test just how strong your pure physical power is!"

As a genius, still young and praised since childhood, Zi Shan Kun has always been proud and haughty. He stepped aside a few steps, avoiding Shi Hao's sharpness. When Shi Hao's palm power was about to exhaust, he forcefully waved his palm and met it.

Although he wanted to measure Little Dot's physical power, he was not rash. Seeing Jiao Peng suffer a great loss, he chose a clever method to confront.

However, Little Dot's moves had no fixed pattern. He grew up in the wild. He didn't learn fixed killing styles. Like fierce beasts and fierce birds, they were all the simplest and most direct primitive methods. When his strength was about to exhaust, his body suddenly sank and his right leg kicked up like lightning from behind, like a scorpion's tail, swift and fierce!

Zi Shan Kun was startled. This kind of attack method was usually started when they were a little older. The elders said that the fixed patterns were just to lead them on the way. The real killing field was ever-changing and life and death were in an instant.

He quickly evaded. That foot almost kicked his head and swept towards his chest. The palm that Zi Shan Kun had forcefully waved out just met it.

"Boom!"

It was like a fierce rhinoceros hitting a mountain rock, rumbling loudly, making the ground fly with sand and stones and smoke and dust soar into the sky.

Zi Shan Kun's palm hurt severely, as if it were fractured. If not for the bone ring on his thumb glowing and helping him 卸掉 that terrifying force, his hand would mostly have been broken.

Even so, he also flew backward off the ground. Kicked into the air by Little Shi Hao's kick, he flew sideways for more than ten meters and fell to the ground with a plop. During this process, Little Dot also flew out, but not because he was repelled. Instead, he moved on his own, charging towards Lei Mingyuan and punching directly, simple and violent.

"Wow, the porcelain doll is so powerful when angry." The twin little sisters were watching the battle. Their big eyes were clear and their eyelashes were long. They had a rare spirituality. Their identical beautiful faces were pleasing to the eye.

Lei Mingyuan saw that two geniuses in a row were forcefully slapped away by this child. He didn't want to compete physically. His eyes were blazing and a black electric light burst from his body. A rune appeared in his palm and lightning intertwined as he pressed forward.

Crackling sounds filled the air. Sparks flew everywhere. There, electric light surged, looking thrilling. A thick black lightning bolt rose and struck towards Shi Hao.

Little Dot was not afraid. His right arm slightly trembled and immediately runes blazed brightly, emerging from his arm. Divine radiance reflected on his body, making him look bright and white, especially tender. His attack power increased by a large margin. Bones inscriptions emerged in patches and flashed in front of his arm, like one metal-cast character after another, branded in the void, dissolving the lightning.

With a loud "thud", Little Dot didn't stop. His right foot swept sideways, kicking up a large millstone on the ground and crashing it towards Lei Mingyuan.

With a crack, Lei Mingyuan shattered it with one palm. But at this time, Little Dot was also right in front of him. Leaping into the air, he stomped down with one foot. With a loud bang and a violent shock, Lei Mingyuan flew sideways. Although he crossed his arms to block, he still suffered a heavy blow.

Little Dot's arms could shake with 8,000 jin of divine power. Let alone such a kick. Lei Mingyuan was like being hit by the king of the wild bulls. Blood spurted from his mouth. His arms glowed and trembled, almost breaking.

"This is the rune for unloading force created by Lord Lei. Otherwise, those arms would have broken!" Someone was surprised.

In just a moment, Little Dot consecutively attacked three geniuses and gained the upper hand. It made the powerful ones of the three major clans have gloomy expressions. This was truly hard to believe. Just a small mountain village, yet there was such a astonishingly talented wonder. He could truly be called a heaven-sent talent!

At this point, not only was Jiao Peng filled with anger and resentment, but also Zi Shan Kun and Lei Mingyuan had flushed faces and cold light in their eyes. This was too embarrassing. Being kicked away with one foot. This was truly a kind of embarrassment and humiliation.

"Buzz"

Jiao Peng's eyes were cold. After observing, he chose to attack and used his true precious technique to attack Little Dot.

In his palm, an ancient character appeared, dazzlingly bright, illuminating the sky. With a boom, fierce qi spread and a grayish-brown fierce jiao emerged from the rune and pounced towards Little Dot.

Shi Hao was not panicked. His right hand drew in the void and a silvery glow scattered. A moon appeared, reflecting brilliant rays of light, blocking in front of him.

The gray jiao was fierce, as thick as a water vat, with dense scales. It carried a kind of ancient and vicissitudes meaning, as if crossing time and space from the ancient era to participate in the battle!

"Boom"

A round of silver moon in front of Little Dot rotated. The essence qi between heaven and earth surged, turning into a vast ocean. It seemed to rise in the vast sea, carrying a kind of vast divine might and slashing towards the gray jiao.

This was a confrontation of precious techniques. In the fierce collision with the gray jiao, the silver moon blazed brightly and its radiance spilled everywhere.

And this gray jiao also danced wildly across the universe, flipping up and down, spewing out patches of brilliant light. The nearby trees and rocks kept making cracking sounds and successively broke apart.

With a soft chirp, the silver moon's divine light blazed brightly. A fierce bird emerged from it. Its figure instantly swelled, like a cloud, stretching across the battlefield. The fierce and evil qi was astonishing.

"What, this is an ancient demonic bird. Is it the Heaven-devouring Sparrow or the Blue Sky Peng? Such a powerful precious technique!" The powerful ones from the Jinlang Tribe, Luofu Great Marsh, and other places were all astonished.

Although Shi Hao only showed the rudimentary form and it wasn't complete yet, it still made people sense that terrifying aura. This was an extremely powerful precious technique.

If it could evolve a little more perfectly, it wouldn't be inferior to the town-protecting divine abilities of the Zishan Clan, the Lei Clan, and Luofu Great Marsh. This was a kind of original precious technique that made major clans jealous.

Soon, everyone's eyes fixed on the three young birds, their gazes burning. They guessed that this precious technique must originate from these three mutated green-scale eagles.

"A phenomenon of reverse ancestry occurred. The fragments of the supreme marks of the ancient demonic birds reappeared!" Someone 敏锐 ly discovered the root cause.

With a boom, that huge demonic bird, whether it was the Heaven-devouring Sparrow or the Blue Sky Peng, dived down. A pair of large claws wrapped in misty fog grabbed the fierce jiao.

"Bang", with a forceful pull, it directly tore it apart. The gray fierce jiao turned into a stream of flowing light and quickly dissipated, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

In these days, after Little Dot's successful ritual cleansing, his understanding and comprehension of the precious technique deepened day by day. Only in this way could the power of this precious technique increase sharply. At this moment, he overpowered Jiao Peng.

Just at this moment, Zi Shan Kun and Lei Mingyuan moved, attacking forward respectively, their auras forceful.

"Whoosh..."

The ancient demonic bird spread its wings. In an instant, it covered the sky. A strong wind blew and terrifying aura spread. It dived towards Zi Shan Kun. Misty fog surrounded it, making its true form unclear and even more terrifying.

Little Dot launched an attack. He used the round of silver moon to protect himself and made the ancient demonic bird rise to meet the enemy.

Zi Shan Kun shouted loudly. His whole body glowed and purple qi soared into the sky. A purple sun flew out and quickly enlarged. There was a purple fire scale in the middle, raising its head and neighing, flames billowing.

"Boom"

In the fierce collision, that purple fire scale roared angrily and charged towards the high sky to confront the ancient demonic bird. Between them, brilliant rays of light were emitted, like two stars colliding together, illuminating the surrounding area a blinding white.

With a mournful cry, the purple fire scale trembled and turned to flee. But the ancient demonic bird dived down. With a puff, one claw pressed on its head, completely piercing through.

With a "boom", purple flames billowed. The fire scale shattered, turning into pure essence qi and rays of light, disappearing in this heaven and earth.

Zi Shan Kun was shocked. He quickly cast spells and displayed the precious technique for defense.

The ancient demonic bird spread its wings, turning into a terrifying demonic cloud, filling the sky and charging towards Lei Mingyuan.

The wind whistled. Little Dot himself leaped more than thirty meters and landed in front of the repelled Jiao Peng. A bright moon hung high, dropping down hundreds and thousands of rays of light.

"Ah!"

Jiao Peng shouted, his face filled with terror. He couldn't defend. Little Dot stepped in the air and the radiance dropped by the silver moon penetrated the bone inscriptions he displayed. Then, with a bang, Shi Hao kicked him on the chin, making him roll backward several somersaults. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

Little Dot landed on the ground. His eyes were clear. He grabbed a several-hundred-jin heavy stone millstone beside him and slapped it towards Jiao Peng's head.

"Ah..." Jiao Peng screamed. Although his body was strong, being covered in the face by such a huge stone millstone, that feeling was extremely painful and unbearable.

With a "puff", he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and then two broken teeth. His entire face hurt severely and he screamed loudly. (To be continued)