Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1282 - 184: Battle Against the Half-step Grandmaster!

Chapter 1282: Chapter 184: Battle Against the Half-step Grandmaster!

Afterwards, he glanced at Fang Daoquan and saw Fang Daoquan’s face slightly flushed.

Clearly, Fang Daoquan didn’t feel good after this exchange.

Qi-Blood surged, and his aura was turbulent.

"So strong! I wonder which member of the Imperial Family this person is?" Feng Zhen looked at the silver-masked man’s back and was secretly shocked.

"I’ll leave this person to you!" Feng Zhen said to Jiang Ning.

After saying this, he immediately flashed away.

At the same time.

Fang Daoquan’s eyes opened wide.

Boom!

As his body moved, the air around him exploded like a tidal wave.

"You... underestimated me, didn’t you?" Jiang Ning spoke.

With one step forward, he shot through the air like an arrow.

The next moment.

His long sword swung horizontally.

The air was instantly compressed into what seemed like tangible waves.

Fang Daoquan had already experienced the brute strength of the silver-masked man.

To him, this kind of power was unreasonable, an inhuman presence.

He didn’t have time to be surprised, his arm blocked horizontally in front of him.

Bang!

The sword slammed heavily on his arm.

Vast power pressed down, and Fang Daoquan was instantly sent flying again.

After Jiang Ning’s brief obstruction, Feng Zhen had also escaped Fang Daoquan’s range of interference.

Then, Fang Daoquan landed heavily on the ground again.

He shook his hand, Qi-Blood surged, dispelling the numbness, while his eyes stayed fixed on the silver-masked man.

"You’re strong! Even though you’re not a Second Grade Grandmaster, you can exert such pressure on me; you’re the first!" Fang Daoquan stared intently at the silver-masked man and spoke.

"Thanks for the compliment!" Jiang Ning’s tone showed no fluctuation.

Under the silver mask, there was no visible change in his expression, cold like a machine.

"With such strength, you must not be unknown; could you disclose your name?" Fang Daoquan looked at the silver-masked man and spoke again.

Upon hearing this, the corners of the mouth beneath the silver mask subtly smiled, curving slightly.

Then Jiang Ning pointed at the silver mask on his face.

"What do you think?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Upon hearing the silver-masked man’s words, Fang Daoquan’s lips twitched.

He suddenly realized that his previous words were foolish.

Since the suspected Imperial Family member before him wore a mask, it was clearly to conceal his identity.

Under these circumstances, how could he reveal his identity?

"It seems you’re a sneaky coward!" Fang Daoquan immediately said.

Jiang Ning laughed: "Master Fang can say whatever you like! But with me here, Master Fang shouldn’t overthink!"

Upon hearing these words, Fang Daoquan glanced sideways.

With Feng Zhen’s entry, although Zhi Xuan Mountain had more Grandmasters, they were still at a disadvantage.

Boom!

Accompanied by a loud explosion.

A Grandmaster-level elder was instantly swatted away by Feng Zhen’s rod, crashing heavily onto the rocks.

With just a glance, he withdrew his gaze.

He knew the true battlefield wasn’t determined by Feng Zhen’s involvement.

But by the battlefield between him and the silver-masked man before him.

And the upper battlefield already engaged by Marquis Zhou Sheng and Mountain Master Yun Shanhai.

Whichever of these two battlefields ends first will lead to imbalance on the battlefield where Feng Zhen is.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Fang Daoquan deeply exhaled, completely suppressing the turmoil within and stabilizing his scattered aura.

The next moment.

He raised his hand with a gesture, accompanied by a flash of white light, a long spear appeared in his hand.

The spear was seven feet two inches long.

"Since you won’t speak, I’ll reveal your true face myself!" Fang Daoquan spoke.

As his words fell.

He shook the long spear in his hand, the spearhead flicked.

Boom!!

The air suddenly burst, white mist spreading.

"Come!" Jiang Ning also spoke.

Watching Fang Daoquan at this moment, his fighting spirit surged, faintly excited.

Fang Daoquan, this Peak Master of Zhi Xuan Mountain, was the strongest opponent he had faced in direct combat so far.

He was only half a step away from becoming a Second Grade Grandmaster.

And his accumulation and foundation in the Third Grade were extremely deep.

The strength of a top Grandmaster explains it all.

He gripped his long sword tightly, then sliced through the air with an arc.

At that moment.

Roar!

Fang Daoquan moved, appearing in Jiang Ning’s eyes as a Jiao Long emerging from the sea.

A powerful oppressive feeling fell tangibly on him.

Martial Arts Conception!

Thoughts flashed through Jiang Ning’s mind.

Then Divine Thought erupted.

In an instant.

His eyes returned to clarity.

Then, with a stroke of his long sword, he easily redirected Fang Daoquan’s Jiao Long emerging from the sea.

Seeing this, the spear in Fang Daoquan’s hand retracted, and the power he controlled was already as Mixed Yuan and smooth as he wished.

Boom——

Another thrust.

This thrust was like Jiao Long’s Claw.

At close range, Jiang Ning could even see every fold and texture on the head of the azure dragon.

"No wonder he’s a Half-step Grandmaster!" the thought flashed through his mind.

His eyes quickly returned to Qingming, and then the sword in his hand drew a circle once again.

Under his guidance of power, he easily neutralized Fang Daoquan’s another strike.

At this time, Fang Daoquan didn’t retreat, instead, his offensive became fiercer.

In the simple exchange just now, he could see that the man with the silver mask could basically ignore his spiritual conception pressure.

Although in the tempering of spiritual will, he hadn’t reached this level, it was clearly far beyond Feng Zhen and others.

Roar!

Roar!

Roar!

With each thrust of the spear, the azure dragon in Jiang Ning’s eyes became more ferocious, more substantial.

Yet Jiang Ning remained calm and unhurried.

Yin Yang Soft and Hard Sword intertwined with Moving Stars, his defensive ability was extremely strong, able to easily neutralize Fang Daoquan’s offensive, and use this force for himself.

With consecutive fierce exchanges, Fang Daoquan suddenly saw a circle rising around the man in the silver mask.

"What sword technique is this?" his heart moved, and his offensive hand inevitably lightened a bit.

Just then.

Jiang Ning’s figure moved, the sword in his hand suddenly thrust forward.

Crash——

With this thrust, there was an astonishing power that broke forth.

The gathered energy suddenly gushed out at this moment.

"Not good!!"

Feeling the overwhelming pressure from the man with the silver mask’s sword, Fang Daoquan’s expression changed slightly.

Then he stepped his right foot back, crouched slightly, his whole body forming a taut bow, with the spear in hand being the arrow.

Surging energy rushed from his body like stormy waves to the spearhead.

In an instant, the power was gathered to the limit.

Roar!!!

Fang Daoquan’s full force erupted in this strike, thrusting with the pinnacle of his power.

Facing the outburst from the man with the silver mask, he had no thought of retreat, only wanting a head-on clash, a direct confrontation.

Crash——

At the moment the sword tip and spearhead collided.

The ground beneath them split open immediately, the earth surged like tidal waves, cracks and fissures spreading in all directions.

The roaring explosion echoed through the sky.

Drawing pairs of eyes toward them.

People’s gaze suddenly saw Fang Daoquan’s exposed right arm holding the spear, the torn cloth at his shoulder fluttering in the wind.

"Excellent!!" Fang Daoquan looked at Jiang Ning several yards away, immediately grinned, the battle intent in his eyes flaring like fire.

He again spun the spear, placing it behind him, as if carrying it on his back.

Then he crouched slightly, eyes bright as he looked at the man with the silver mask.

"Come!"

He shouted.

The sound falling.

Boom!

The ground beneath him exploded again, his figure like a shadow rushing at the man with the silver mask.

The spear he carried behind was whirled like a hammer.

At the next moment.

Upon reaching a yard in front of the man with the silver mask, the spear was swung in a Mixed Yuan motion.

His hands held the spear tail, then chopped down fiercely.

Crash!!

The spear was instantly swung into a circle, forming an arch.

As the spearhead chopped down, the air spread like ripples in a lake.

Using naked eye alone, one could see the light blue substance.

Watching Fang Daoquan’s Mountain Hua splitting strike.

Golden light emerged around Jiang Ning’s body.

Then, the sword in his hand shot out like thunder.

Rip!

At this moment, the void was torn open by his sword tip.

Visible air currents flowed along the sword body.

Crash!!

Another roar resounded.

The ground collapsed again.

Spiderweb cracks spread from Jiang Ning’s feet in all directions.

Even as the power was transmitted into the ground, his feet were embedded several inches deep into the earth.

Looking at the unmoving man with the silver mask standing firm, Fang Daoquan’s pupils contracted once more.

This split, more than thousands of jin?

It was the culmination of all his force, the most powerful strike he could muster.

But the man with the silver mask faced his well-prepared strike without moving, and seemed at ease.

This obviously indicated that the man with the silver mask was more powerful than he imagined.

"Not a Second Grade Grandmaster, yet with a physique far superior to mine, could he be the rumored Invincible Grandmaster?"

Thinking of this possibility, waves surged in Fang Daoquan’s heart.