29: Chapter 29 Martial Saint Battle

The night wind was biting, swirling the withered leaves on the ground.

Two streaks of light, one following the other, instantly sliced through the night sky of Canglan Base, landing on a desolate stretch of Gobi desert thirty kilometers away.

This was a true no-man's land; aside from the jagged, bizarre rocks and the howling wind, there was nothing else.

"Good, very good."

Uncle Li stood in the Void Realm, his gray robes flapping loudly in the wind.

He looked at Su Wu, who was also suspended opposite him, a flash of admiration crossing his eyes, though it was mostly overshadowed by a cold, murderous intent.

"Su Wu, I originally thought you would use the civilians in the base as cover to make me hesitate. I didn't expect you to actually dare to follow me out. Based on this courage alone, you are quite the character."

Su Wu stood with his hands behind his back, his purple-gold Blood and Qi rippling slightly on the surface of his body, insulating him from the cold wind.

He looked at Uncle Li and smiled faintly:

"There's no one else here, so there's no need to pretend to be some noble Senior. Uncle Li, you lured me out just so you could kill me and then my son to fulfill your duty to that trashy young master of yours, didn't you?"

"It just so happens that I also want to test exactly how much weight a legitimate Martial Saint of the legendary Mars Li Family carries."

"Arrogant!"

Uncle Li's face darkened, and frost instantly covered his wrinkled old face.

"Although I am only an early-stage Martial Saint, I practice the Li Family's ultimate technique, the 'Lihuo Profound Art,' which can summon the Lihuo of Heaven and Earth to incinerate all things! How can my strength be compared to an unorthodox path like yours, crawled out of some mountain gully on Earth?"

"Today, I will let you know what true heritage is! What legitimacy is!"

Boom!

Before he had even finished speaking, the Aura around Uncle Li's body suddenly erupted.

The Origin Qi within a ten-mile radius seemed to receive a monarch's summons, converging frantically toward him.

The originally pitch-black night sky was actually illuminated into an eerie crimson red.

Raging flames appeared out of thin air, spinning wildly around Uncle Li, making him look like a flame demon god emerging from lava.

"Go!"

Uncle Li's withered palm thrust forward violently.

Roar—!!

Endless flames instantly condensed in the air into a hundred-meter-long Crimson Flame Dragon!

The Dragon was lifelike, its scales clearly visible, carrying a temperature high enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas, along with a suffocating pressure as it lunged at Su Wu with bared fangs and claws.

Everywhere the Dragon passed, the air was instantly burned through, making a tooth-aching "sizzling" sound, and the Gobi desert below was directly transformed into flowing lava!

This was a Martial Saint! Summoning the power of heaven and earth, a single strike could destroy cities and shatter lands!

Facing this terrifying Dragon lunging at him, Su Wu's expression didn't show the slightest panic.

The sky-filling firelight was reflected in his pupils, but at the bottom of his eyes was a deathly calm.

"Flashy but useless."

Su Wu did not know how to mobilize Origin Qi.

He simply spread his feet slightly in the Void Realm, his spinal dragon shook violently, and all the muscles in his body worked in coordination like a precision instrument at that moment.

Blood and Qi surged, Blood and Qi compressed.

Wild Bull Fist · True Intent · Mountain Collapse!

Su Wu did not dodge; instead, facing the massive Dragon head, he threw an unadorned punch.

This punch had no brilliant light effects, no earth-shattering Origin Qi fluctuations.

There was only pure, ultimate—Blood and Qi power!

Bang!

The moment the fist made contact with the Dragon, time seemed to stand still for a second.

Immediately after.

Rumble—!!

A terrifying shockwave centered on the point of collision frantically spread in all directions.

That overbearing hundred-meter Dragon was like a balloon pricked by a steel needle, crumbling inch by inch starting from the head! Before Su Wu's domineering and peerless Fist Intent, the sky-filling flames were forcibly shattered into countless tiny sparks, dissipating in the night wind.

The powerful impact's momentum remained unabated, slamming directly into the Gobi desert below, blasting out a giant crater dozens of meters in diameter, with smoke and dust soaring into the sky!

"What?!"

Uncle Li's pupils shrank violently, his face full of disbelief.

"Without using Origin Qi? Shattering my Dragon purely with Physical Body strength?! This... how is this possible?!"

In the common knowledge of the martial world, the reason a Martial Saint was powerful was that they could borrow the power of heaven and earth.

No matter how strong the Physical Body was, it had limits; how could it possibly compete against the vastness of heaven and earth?

But he didn't know that Su Wu was not just a Martial Saint, but a Martial Saint with the Supreme Chaos Body! His Physical Body strength was more than ten times that of others at the same level!

"This is the so-called legitimacy?"

Su Wu stepped out from the sky-filling sparks, not even a corner of his clothes charred.

He Clap hands, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment:

"If it's only this hot, it's not enough to make the cut."

"Brat, cease your arrogance!"

Uncle Li was completely enraged by Su Wu's contempt, his hands quickly forming seals.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Even more violent Origin Qi converged, forming a giant flame vortex with a diameter of over a hundred meters behind Uncle Li.

The vortex spun at high speed, letting out a sharp howling sound, and the terrifying suction it produced even pulled giant rocks from the ground into the sky, instantly melting them into lava.

"Swallow him for me!"

Uncle Li shouted sharply, and the massive flame vortex crushed toward Su Wu like a doomsday storm.

Facing this even more violent strike, Su Wu finally slowly drew the ordinary alloy longblade at his waist.

The blade was like water, its cold light biting.

In the next moment, a sharp edge that seemed capable of slicing through space soared from Su Wu's body.

He made no extra movements; he just took a deep breath, gripped the blade with both hands, and delivered a light slash toward the sky-blotting flame vortex.

Void-Breaking Blade · Flow Severance!

Chii—

A purple-gold blade light only three meters long flew out.

This blade light appeared so tiny before the hundred-meter vortex, yet it was so sharp that one didn't dare to look at it directly.

It like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, it sliced through the outer wall of the flame vortex without any resistance, severed the internal Origin Qi nodes, and finally...

Boom!

The massive flame vortex was split in two in mid-air, then violently exploded due to structural collapse!

A rain of fire fell from the sky like brilliant fireworks.

And Su Wu still stood there with his blade, his expression indifferent.

Uncle Li emerged from the firelight stumbling, his face somewhat pale, but the fire of anger in his eyes burned even brighter.

"I didn't expect that an unorthodox Martial Saint like you would have comprehended the 'Concept' to such a degree!"

Uncle Li ground his teeth. "But without the enhancement of Origin Qi, you are ultimately just consuming yourself! Let's see how long you can hold out!"

"Condense!"

With a loud shout from Uncle Li, the scattered flames around him condensed once more, transforming into a suit of radiant crimson battle armor that encased his entire body.

Lava-like patterns flowed on the surface of the battle armor, emitting temperatures of several thousand degrees.

Immediately after, Uncle Li made a grasping motion in the Void Realm.

An entirely red longblade appeared out of thin air.

As soon as this blade appeared, the surrounding space was burned until it warped and deformed, making a "hissing" sound.

Uncle Li moved; this time he no longer cast spells from a distance, but chose close-quarters combat.

Although he was a mage-style Martial Saint, with a divine weapon and battle armor enhancement, his close combat was equally terrifying!

Swish!

Uncle Li closed in like a meteor, the longblade in his hand carrying the momentum of burning the heavens and boiling the seas as it slashed fiercely toward Su Wu's head.

A strange smile flashed in Su Wu's eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, the ordinary alloy longblade in his hand met the attack.

Clang!!

The two blades collided, erupting with a deafening metallic roar.

Amidst the flying sparks, Uncle Li felt a strange force transmit through the blade. It wasn't a head-on counter-shock, but an extremely tricky rotational force that actually neutralized seventy percent of his blade's power!

"How is this possible?!"

Uncle Li was greatly shocked.

What he held was a Rank One Ancient Weapon! That piece of scrap metal in Su Wu's hand should have been sliced apart and melted the moment they touched!

But...

Although Su Wu's longblade was burned red-hot, it never broke.

Because at the moment the two blades touched, Su Wu's wrist vibrated over a thousand times at a frequency impossible for the naked eye to catch!

Combat Technique · Micro-Control Level!

Using high-frequency vibrations and clever force-neutralizing techniques, he dispersed such terrifying impact throughout his body and even guided it into the surrounding air.

Refusing to believe it, Uncle Li swung his blade frantically.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the night sky, the two figures turned into balls of light, colliding frantically.

Uncle Li's offensive was like a violent storm, every slash carrying a monstrous fire, as if he couldn't wait to melt Su Wu.

Meanwhile, Su Wu was mostly on the defensive, and the occasional slash he delivered would inevitably strike at the weak points of Uncle Li's force, forcing him to pull back and defend.

After over a hundred rounds, Uncle Li grew more alarmed and impatient the more they fought.

He discovered that Su Wu was like a bottomless black hole; no matter how he erupted, the opponent could take it with ease.

Furthermore, the common iron longblade in Su Wu's hand actually withstood the bombardment of the Ancient Weapon under his Micro-Control!

Su Wu knocked Uncle Li back with a slash, shook his slightly aching wrist, and said indifferently, "Your blade techniques are too crude, relying entirely on Sharp Weapons and cultivation to suppress others. It seems the martial path of Mars has indeed gone somewhat astray."

"Shut up!!"

Uncle Li's mental state collapsed.

"I'll let you see right now what true despair is!"

Uncle Li had gone completely mad.

He no longer held back; the Martial Saint Blood and Qi in his body circulated frantically, and he even began to burn his Origin Essence Blood!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Nine giant Dragons appeared out of thin air, blocking all of Su Wu's paths of retreat.

Uncle Li leaped high into the air, the Ancient Weapon in his hand erupting with a blinding red light as the blade instantly swelled to ten meters, carrying a world-destroying momentum as it slashed down directly at Su Wu, who was trapped in the center!

This strike gathered Uncle Li's lifelong cultivation; it was his strongest move!

"Die!!"

Facing this overwhelming certain-kill situation, Su Wu suddenly put away the longblade in his hand.

He looked at Uncle Li descending from the sky, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I've been waiting for this moment when you'd risk your life."

If Uncle Li had kept playing it safe and kiting him, Su Wu would have had to expend more effort to take him down.

But now, the opponent had actually taken the initiative to deliver all the Blood and Qi and Origin Qi in his body right in front of him...

Then I won't be polite.

Su Wu's figure flashed; instead of retreating, he advanced, charging toward that terrifying blade light!

"Courting death?!" Uncle Li was overjoyed.

However.

Just at the moment the blade's edge was about to touch Su Wu.

Su Wu's figure swayed slightly as his Micro-Control level movement technique erupted, dodging the blade's edge at the critical moment and instantly sticking to the front of Uncle Li like an octopus!

The distance between them was less than ten centimeters!

Su Wu reached out with both hands and pressed them directly onto Uncle Li's chest, which was covered in flaming armor.

"Old man, I've got you!"

Buzz—!!

Uncle Li, who had been laughing wildly, saw his expression instantly freeze.

He felt the patch of skin touching Su Wu suddenly become an entrance to an abyss.

The majestic Origin Qi and Blood and Qi in his body that were frantically burning and preparing to release a certain-kill strike actually... burst the dam at this moment!

"Wh... what?!"

"My Blood and Qi?! My Origin Qi?!"

Uncle Li screamed in terror. He wanted to struggle, to retreat, but found he couldn't move at all!

That suction was too terrifying!

In just the time it takes for a single breath.

The majestic flame armor on Uncle Li's body extinguished with a "poof."

The nine terrifying Dragons in the sky instantly dissipated into nothingness because they lost their energy supply.

Even the light on the Ancient Weapon in his hand dimmed.

In contrast, looking at Su Wu.

As a massive amount of high-quality Martial Saint Blood and Qi entered his body, the purple-gold light across his entire body surged!

"No... don't... let go! I am from the Li Family..."

Uncle Li was now scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Su Wu looked at the old man before him.

He released his grip and delivered an elbow strike!

Bang!

This elbow slammed solidly into Uncle Li's chest, which had lost its protective True Qi.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones cracking set one's teeth on edge.

Uncle Li's sternum instantly shattered, and he flew backward like a cannonball, blood mixed with internal organ fragments spraying from his mouth, as he flew hundreds of meters and crashed into a stone mountain, collapsing half of the peak.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Su Wu slowly landed, rolling his neck with a series of crisp cracks.

He walked to the ruins and shook his head, looking at Uncle Li, who lay in the rubble like a dead dog, barely breathing.

"The so-called legitimate Martial Saint... is that it?"

Su Wu reached out and picked Uncle Li up like a chick.

At this moment, Uncle Li's face was covered in blood, his eyes unfocused—where was the slightest bit of a Martial Saint's dignity left? He looked at Su Wu, his eyes filled with nothing but endless fear and despair.

"Don't... don't kill me..." Uncle Li begged weakly.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you for now."

Su Wu grinned, revealing a row of white teeth that looked exceptionally cold under the moonlight.

"Your young master is still waiting for you back at the base."

Carrying Uncle Li, Su Wu's figure flashed, turning into a streak of light as he flew toward Canglan Base.