Chapter Sixty-Six: AK-47

“As expected, it’s sorcery. Ignore the summoned spirits—attack the sorcerer directly.”

Though he had just been struck by lightning, Huang Bo remained clear-headed. He knew there was no point in getting entangled with the spirits; the only way to win was to take down the sorcerer as quickly as possible.

That was his plan—and he put it into action.

But just as he moved to slip past the trio of summoned creatures and attack Ye Yan himself, a massive, grotesquely fat Psyduck crashed down from above like a falling meteor, blocking his path completely.

It was as despair-inducing as a looming mountain.

“Damn it…”

Staring at Lu Dashan, who barred his way, Huang Bo’s frustration grew. But if he couldn’t get past this enormous Psyduck, there was no way forward. Despite his reluctance, he had no choice but to brace himself for a head-on clash.

Gritting his teeth, Huang Bo charged, choosing to meet that daunting beak with brute force.

Tangled with Lu Dashan, Huang Bo had hoped that on the other side, Jin Yu and Liu Xiang could quickly break through the remaining two spirits and threaten Ye Liangchen directly.

But in a lull during the fight, Huang Bo glanced aside and realized he was not alone—his two temporary teammates were equally entangled. Young monk Jin Yu was locked in combat with Old Ma, and Liu Xiang was trading blows with the Garlic Turtle.

In the distance, Ye Liangchen crouched in a corner, munching on sunflower seeds, not even sparing them a glance—his indifference was infuriating.

Huang Bo clenched his jaw; he felt as if he were being toyed with, made a monkey of.

“Liu Xiang, Jin Yu, if we keep wasting energy on these spirits, it’s pointless. If you have any trump cards, now’s the time to use them—don’t hold back.”

Originally, his plan was for the three of them to work together, quickly eliminate this so-called Ye Liangchen, and then compete for the advancement slots among themselves.

Huang Bo had even been saving his own signature move for the final showdown. But he hadn’t expected this sorcerer Ye Liangchen to be so troublesome—just squatting there eating seeds, yet driving the three of them to such a sorry state.

So, Huang Bo decided to reveal his hand as well, unleashing his sect’s ultimate technique—the Wave Palm.

A surge of powerful gray qi exploded from Huang Bo, swirling around him in a fierce vortex and enveloping both his hands in a solid aura.

Shrouded in gray qi, Huang Bo radiated fighting spirit. He launched a furious palm strike at Lu Dashan’s knee, padded beneath the costume.

Bang!

The blow landed with tremendous force.

Even the massive Lu Dashan staggered back several steps; the knee of his costume was shredded by the fierce gray qi, revealing pristine cotton stuffing beneath.

Seeing his strike land, a victorious smile crept onto Huang Bo’s face.

“It’s done.”

The Wave Palm was the supreme technique of the Body Sect, taught only to the most gifted inner disciples. When struck, a unique energy infiltrates the target, disrupting their own qi and leaving them unable to focus their power for a short time.

Anyone hit—no matter how formidable—would be reduced to the level of an ordinary person for a brief period. Even spirits and puppets, whose existence relied on qi, were not immune.

This Psyduck, having taken his Wave Palm head-on, must have its qi in complete disarray.

He didn’t even need to do anything else—just wait. In a moment, the giant Psyduck would naturally dissipate, returning to its pre-summoned state.

Huang Bo waited.

A second passed.

Two seconds.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

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But the giant Psyduck before him showed no sign of fading, nor did it attack him.

Had the Wave Palm failed?

Huang Bo was at a complete loss. He had clearly landed the technique, yet Lu Dashan was completely unaffected. That shouldn’t have been possible.

He’d used the Wave Palm on spirits before—every time, the target would vanish within moments.

But not Lu Dashan.

Something was very wrong.

Before Huang Bo could unravel this mystery, Lu Dashan spoke up: “Give up. You’re just too frail. I’m afraid if I slap you, you’ll die on the spot.”

Huang Bo: …

Who did this guy think he was looking down on?

He wanted to retort with bravado, but staring at those fan-sized palms, he silently closed his mouth. One hit really could be the end of him.

“I concede.”

After some consideration, Huang Bo chose to surrender honestly.

After all, if even the Wave Palm couldn’t defeat this enemy, there was no point in continuing to struggle.

This was just a contest—losing wasn’t shameful.

Besides, running into a monster like Ye Yan, he could only chalk it up to bad luck.

Huang Bo quickly adjusted his mindset.

Before leaving the stage, he glanced meaningfully at Ye Yan. The man still hadn’t moved, except now there was a small pile of sunflower seed shells by his feet.

Looking at Ye Yan, Huang Bo was filled with resignation.

This man, who hadn’t even bothered to lift a finger, had forced a Body Sect disciple like him to such a pitiful exit.

Such power must at least be on par with a Realman of Spiritual Jade or a disciple of the Martial Marquis—a true monster.

Indeed, the world of the gifted was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

He, Huang Bo, a scion of the Body Sect, had truly been a frog at the bottom of a well.

There’s always someone better—his master’s warnings had been right after all. He would have to train harder from now on.

From the moment he was defeated to his calm acceptance now, Huang Bo’s outlook shifted rapidly.

He surrendered and left the field.

Meanwhile, the battle between Mo Lizha and Liu Xiang soon wrapped up. Liu Xiang’s family whip was among the best of the soft weapons, but against Mo Lizha’s all-encompassing “Mo Family’s Chaos Sash,” she was clearly outmatched. With her imposing queenly demeanor, she was bound and shamed by Mo Lizha’s mischievous turtle-shell knot before admitting defeat.

Surprisingly, the match between the young monk and Old Ma took an unexpected turn for Ye Yan. The little monk’s main discipline was the Vajra Glass Body of the Buddhist school; surrounded by a dazzling aura, his defenses were incredibly tough.

Yet, while Jin Yu’s defense was formidable, his attacks were weak. Monk and demon spirit locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Seeing that Mo Lizha and Lu Dashan had both finished, but his own fight was going nowhere, Old Ma grew anxious.

They were all banner spirits—he couldn’t let the others outshine him while he lagged behind.

So Old Ma dropped all pretenses, reached under his battlerobe, and pulled out an AK-47, unleashing a burst of bullets at Jin Yu, who was still wrapped in his Vajra Glass Body.