The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1365 - 706: Battle of Grandmasters (Part 2)

His features were sharp, with graying hair at the temples, clad in white as pure as snow. In his hand, he held a large spear, standing like a proud ancient pine, his posture tall and imposing.

The energy and blood surging throughout his body, Li Yan could even smell the acrid scent of fire scorching the air.

Without a doubt, he must be the Chief of the Thirteen Provinces Escort Agency, Grandmaster Wan Shengying!

The three men's auras were distinct, yet they cooperated seamlessly, completely cutting off Kong Hui's chance to escape.

And within this short period, the Imperial Forest Army, Captain Bureau, and Law Enforcement Hall experts continually arrived, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

Even Sha Lifei crouched on the rooftop, raising the Divine Fire Gun.

Seeing the situation, Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and released the Hook Paper.

Summoning the Yin Department Soldiers would indeed send Kong Hui into the Netherworld, but he chose not to use them.

The organization "Jianmu," with its hidden manipulator, likely originated from the Daluo Law Realm.

Being sent to the Netherworld Yin Bureau might not be safe.

Therefore, whether it was Lu Sheng in Shu or Wang Xuanmo in Luoyang, he chose to forgo the reward and annihilated them completely.

The Divine Astral was indeed important, but if these old devils escape and return to life, they will surely be a grave threat in the future.

If the Grandmaster strikes to kill, it saves him the trouble...

...

Before the ruined warehouse, the dust had not yet settled, but the deadly silence had already enveloped the long street.

Kong Hui stood amidst the rubble, a red gleam in his eyes, like a trapped beast, staring intently at Huo Yin ahead.

At this moment, Pei Zongti also came galloping in, shouting, "The three of you, leave him alive!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yan frowned slightly, yet he did not stop them.

To just kill him outright was indeed somewhat inappropriate.

It was their first time cornering a master from "Jianmu," and perhaps they could extract some information.

Faced with this deadlock, Kong Hui still remained unperturbed, a mocking smile tugging at his lips, "The hounds come en masse, quite the spectacle."

Then he suddenly shouted loudly, "Too bad, you missed one spot. There are poisonous bags in Dragon Beard Ditch. Without the old man's antidote, it will erupt within an hour. By then, the Capital will surely be in chaos, with white streamers hanging at every door, and no edible water for decades!"

"What?!"

"Quick, check it out!"

Pei Zongti's face turned grim as he immediately ordered.

Dragon Beard Ditch, located southeast of the Capital, connects with branches of the Hai River, North Canal, Tonghui River, and the South City Wall River, flowing through many areas of the city before finally emptying into the moat outside Yongding Gate, serving as an important waterway for the Capital.

Should anything happen, one can only imagine the scene.

Huo Yin's gaze was as deep as an ancient cold pond, speaking coldly, "Today, you will certainly not leave."

Kong Hui burst into a silent laugh at this and then solemnly clasped his fists, "All I ask for is a fair Grandmaster duel!"

"No outsiders shall interfere! If I lose, I will surrender willingly! Let's see if you dare to risk this opportunity."

A Grandmaster duel?

Many around who heard this immediately whispered among themselves.

A Grandmaster represents not only a level but also an honor. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

There are many experts in the Divine State, but the title of Grandmaster is held by only ten.

This is not mere flattery from outsiders but based on actual battle records, ultimately determined by a Grandmaster duel.

Kong Hui was one of the Ten Grandmasters during the Great Song period, so calling it a Grandmaster duel is not an exaggeration.

Such shameless coercion made all three Grandmasters frown simultaneously.

"You must not let him go!"

Seeing this, Pei Zongti gave a stern order, leaving no room for doubt in his voice.

However, the three Grandmasters completely ignored him.

Dong Changxing slightly shook his head, stroking his beard, "An old man like me fears stumbling, so you two may proceed at will."

Before Huo Yin could speak, Wan Shengying coldly remarked, "And so this is a 'lesson from a Grandmaster'? Just another petty rascal. Let me gauge his weight first!"

No sooner had he said this, Wan Shengying's burly figure suddenly expanded, his muscles and bones resounding like beans being cracked open.

"Roar——!"

A dragon's roar resounded, and the large spear in Wan Shengying's hand instantly transformed into a dragon, plunging down.

Between Grandmasters, harmony is often absent.

Wan Shengying is a giant in the pugilistic world, while Huo Yin is the expert suppressing Qi Fortune in the Imperial Palace.

The two have always looked down on each other, and naturally, Wan Shengying was unwilling to let Huo Yin steal the spotlight again.

The red tassel of the spear traced a beautiful arc in the air before transforming into a giant dragon, baring its fangs as it swooped down from above.

Such momentum was simply divine and demonic.

Yet below, Kong Hui remained unfazed, merely raising his head for a glimpse.

The red glow in his eyes blazed fiercely, and the spear-dragon dissipated into smoke and dust.

Looking again at Wan Shengying above, his feet hadn't moved, and the long spear was still behind him.

It seemed the earlier attack had been merely an Illusion Technique.

Everyone on the street gaped in astonishment at the display.

This kind of power was entirely beyond their comprehension.

Li Yan also furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

He recalled Cheng Jianxian, who could kill from a distance with only Sword Intent, stirring the Astra Bane Qi.

The move Wan Shengying made was an attack of spear intent, even stirring Sha Qi, creating effects similar to an Illusion Technique.

From what he knew, Wan Shengying was purely a Martial Artist and not a Magician.

To achieve such effects shows that beyond the physical limits, Martial Artists must cultivate at the mental level.

Not mentioning his thoughts, the situation in the field changed again.

"This minor trick can't trouble me."

Kong Hui glanced indifferently, a hoarse cold laugh escaping him.

While speaking, he pinched an ancient spell with his left hand hidden in his sleeve.

"As you wish!"

Wan Shengying ceased his probing and thrust the large spear into the wall with a reverse hand.

As he inhaled deeply, his muscles tensed violently, and his white clothes rustled vividly.

Swish!

He vanished, instantly appearing above Kong Hui, his right arm like a drawn bow ready to release, striking down fiercely.

A vortex of Gang Qi seemed to form before his fist, causing a gust of wind to sweep the street, tearing apart the canvas stalls on both sides to shreds!

What a Wansheng Fist!

Seeing this, Li Yan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Wansheng Fist was created by Wan Shengying.